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Post by Eric on Oct 6, 2005 15:30:18 GMT
<Continued from "Shooting Range."
Eric raised an eyebrow. "You want to be head of the OB? You do understand it's ran by a hundred indivduals split into social and ecomomic and that, well. There's no actual one person in control, right? You'll never own this city."
He chuckled a little and shook his head. Ah, he wished he could be that niave. "Your best shot at any sort of control would be getting out of here and buying an island. Of course, tokens can't be convereted into any other sort of currency so that idea is boned..."
He shook his head at the offer of the gym. "I don't train in a gym. Sure, I work out occasionally with weights and shit, but I'm not much of an indoor person. I'll get some grub with you though, not averse to that idea."
Smoking and drinking were his habits, like pretty much everyone else that is ever in the armed forces. It starts as peer pressure and then it ends up habit. He once again ground out the cigarette on the wall and tossed it in the trash, moving over to peer at what was on offer at the Mess today.
Oh yay. At least there was jelly, he liked jelly.
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Post by taicoleman on Oct 6, 2005 15:44:29 GMT
He nodded some and says "Yes I know that it is ran by many people, but one of those people has to have more power then all the rest, and I plan on being that person...Then I can do away with them all and be by myself and make this country so much better..." He had no thought of bringing down the system, that would be blashemy...Plus he didn't mind it the way it was now....He had no reason not to like it as it provided him with a job and a place to live as well as money to live off of. "Hmmm..." He didn't see anything particularly good there so he just ordered a cheeseburger and some fries as usual and payed for them. "Well I guess I will go train alone...heh, there are some guys up there who actually thought they could take me...heh...idiots. I took all three of them on at the same time and they where no match for me...So I train thim a little here and there in the ways of Chinese Kenpo....nothing like 4,000 years of kick ass!"
He now took his food and went over to the first table he saw and sat down at it and began to eat as if he hasnt ate in a week, he was a fast eater so thats why he looked like that. "So...What exactly do you do here? Besides being my boss...anything super secret or is it all small things like catching criminals?"
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Post by Eric on Oct 6, 2005 19:52:14 GMT
Eric didn't say anything about the people in the OB only being there for two years max and being voted in. Surely the kid knew that. Eric wasn't the type to squash anybody's dream and sure as hell hoped he was out of the country if the kid did manage it. Hell, he didn't want to be in a utilitarian monarchy, can you imagine? He kept quiet and prodded the pasta he'd picked. Eric sometimes had to struggle with food that didn't come dried.
"I'm special ops. I catch the super big criminals and...well. Yea. A lot of my stuff is classfied and if I told you I'd have to kill you." He smirked somewhat lazily, sliding into chair and clinking his tray down with a soft clunk. The jelly was what he'd really come here for. It was luminous blue and all tasted the same, but for some reason Eric had nearly an unhealthy obbession with it.
A hand lifted and pulled through the loose strands and bangs that fell about his face, green eyes glancing downwards and staring at the food. He crinkled his nose a little and let out a long sigh, and began to lazily shift through it and pick bits out.
"Aside from a lot of field work I occasionally train new recruits and occasionally have to teach theory. You know, stratigic and tactical stuff. I don't know why though, most of the folks in here are all pen pushers anyway. I know shit-all about computers, so I need to find someone that's super ace with them. No luck though, all the gibberish in their qualifcations just confuses me."
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Post by taicoleman on Oct 8, 2005 18:50:55 GMT
He blinked some and noticed that the other wasnt eating but merely playing around with his food, but he said nothing about it. "Well I doubt you would kill someone on your own team, unless you where a backstabbing bastard...but I peg you for the loyal, I would rather risk my life for my friends if I had to sort of guy..." He looked around a little to all of the little employee's and was glad to know that he wasnt a pencil pusher, he would rather not ever have to sit around all day every day filling out papers and sending them out...
He finally stood up and said "So what do you plan on doing after this? I don't know anyone here so I don't really speak to anyone. I came in early everyday and goto the shooting range, then I eat and usually goto the gym and train a little...See if there are any files I have to go through, if there is I go catch the person...Then after all that I go home! heh...boring life really. Maybe we can go out to a bar and drink?" He smiles some at that as the thought of drinking with someone else was quite pleasurable, It is in his opinion the greatest way to really get to know someone.
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Post by Eric on Oct 9, 2005 13:21:21 GMT
He grinned, somewhat lazily. "Oooh, so we're talking normal routine? I wake up at 4am and walk the dogs. Then feed the fish, then feed the dogs. Then go for a run, before the streets get busy. Then I normally come in here, get shouted at by a member of the OB for half an hour, pretend to do paper work, go home, walk the dogs, come back, train some. Do any work I have to do, then I go home and walk the dogs.
After this I need to look at some files for other people for the crack team, I need four more and there just isn't anyone who catches my eye. I can do that at home, later." Again, he continued to prod the food and then ended up picking up the jelly and started spooning the neon blue substance into his mouth. He didn't chew, just swallowed the mouthfuls.
"But sure, I'm up for some drinks. No clubs though, I don't like nightclubs. You've gotta help me walk the dogs first though, they get cranky and tear up furniture if I don't. You ok with dogs?"
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Post by taicoleman on Oct 17, 2005 20:06:16 GMT
He smirked some as he was quite happy to hear that the other accepted his drink invitation. "I don't mind dog's at all...Actually I have been looking for one, I want a sheba-Inu...cutest little things. heh" He moved his arms around himself before looking around the cafateria once more , so many pencil pushers and not enough of the ones that go out and actually catch criminals. " Well I personally don't like nightclubs either, too many people in one small room...and the music is usually terrible...But I do know this good bar down the road in fact, I know the owner myself....It's called Icepick Bar...I dunno if you know it or not..." He shrugged some and turned his back to the other "well shall we get back and take your dogs out?" He began to move toward the elevator once more.
His footfalls stop infront of the two steele plated doors and he pressed the button to call the elevator, he actually wondered where the other lived, might even be near him...he didn't know anyone in his building because he didn't care. He wasnt a very social person to many people but whoever approached him he would be nice and bubbly to...usually. A grin lit up his face again and he laughed...to actually go out to drink with a co-worker, who would have guessed?!
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Post by Eric on Oct 18, 2005 9:43:19 GMT
Eric ditched their trays in the dirty tray pile. He wasn't always clean and tidy, but generally at work Eric attempted to keep some sort of order to the day just in case his old boss came back and then smacked him upside the head for leaving everything at his tail. At the start of the year he'd worked under a guy called James LaPointe, who was obsessed with Stone-age, and thrown some of the obsession, as it were, onto Eric. Then the bloke had gone out on some field work and never came back. Part of Eric expected him to turn up at his office any day now, but most of him knew that the guy was probably dead.
Meandering off to the elevator, stepping in behind Tai Eric flashed a smile. "You'll have to watch, the puppy is alright, but Jenny might go for your knee-caps. She's not a terribly social dog and is somewhat protective." Hands slid lazily into his pocket, and fished around for his ciagrettes. There, located. The packet was brought out, flipped open and he removed one before offering Tai the packet in wordless age old habit.
Despite the no smoking signs everywhere, Eric was normally followed by a trail of ciagrette smoke everywhere he went.
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Post by taicoleman on Oct 26, 2005 1:02:39 GMT
He let the doors cose on the elevator before looking over to Eric and shaking his head to the offer of a cig. "No thank you, I never picked up that habit. Now if you asked to gamble for something nice then maybe." He pressed the number one on the elevator which would take them of course, to the first floor. As the elevator sped down the shaft he leaned his back on the wall and looked at Eric "You shouldnt be smoking either, sensei would smoke after our training session's...heh..." He was now starting to reminisce just like he usually did when he brought up his sensei.
The elevator finally came to a complete stop and the doors began to open, this caused him to stand straight up and turn towards the door "so which way do you live?" He asked and stepped out of the elevator and into the main lobby of the place, which was large and bright.
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Post by Eric on Oct 27, 2005 10:10:44 GMT
Eric raised an eyebrow. Ok, so he was beginning to doubt this one's abilty to keep his mind on the topic at hand. And if Eric hated anything else, it was being compared to someone he had never met. He stayed silent on the Sensi comment. He wasn't this kids sensi, he had no desire to be, and he began to wish that this little bugger would drop the whole reverence for a sensi who was probably dead, or had snapped and kicked the kid out to go live on his own.
Some people were just weird.
Producing his zippo he clicked it open, the scent of petrol flaring for a second as he lit the cancer stick, and then snapped it shut. Inhaling almost greedily Eric plucked the fag from his mouth in one, replaced the zippo in his pocket, and exhaled lazily right into Tai's face. The doors pinged open, and he turned around to step out.
"I live in the west area of the housing quarter. What about you?"
All the houses were parked in the same area. It was called the living quarter for a reason you know. Nothing but housing block followed b housing block followed by housing block in that area. Eric paused, glancing up at a video screen once they had stepped outside. It was flashing images of the news, and he made a resolve to check out the 24 hour news channel, or nab a late edition of a paper, when they finished up "bonding."
"So you got a favourite pub or anything?"
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Post by taicoleman on Nov 7, 2005 17:54:40 GMT
<Continued in travel section>
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