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Post by PenguinNinja on Apr 29, 2012 13:01:51 GMT
Rogers returned the smile and shrugged. "Well, someone needs to keep an eye on her, not to mention she is just a curious child. There's nothing wrong with wanting to know more." It was true, most people wouldn't bother to even look twice with children like Erica. Children that seemed more of a nuscience with their constant rally of questions.
But what did you expect of children? Of course they would ask questions. They were in a strange world and wanted to know everything. He followed Sam back into the examination and perched himself against one of the beds, arms folded across his body.
"Besides, once you get past the surface, you figure out she's pretty intelligent for her age and a nice person. She understands what's going on here but just wants to know the 'why.' I mean, don't we all?"
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Post by Taya on Apr 29, 2012 21:29:29 GMT
"I suppose, that's true enough." Sam said with a smile as she leaned against the counter where the kits she had prepared lay. "It doesn't change the fact that you don't have to look out for her. You put on the hard soldier face, but I think you're really kind." She looked at Dylan Rogers and knew he wouldn't look away. That was something she couldn't even do with her own reflection. "Kind and brave. That's what you are. Braver than me." Samantha added with a shake of her head assessing him like she would a patient.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Apr 29, 2012 21:44:19 GMT
Rogers held his gaze with her. He felt muscles in his cheek twitch at the comment. Sure, he looked brave, just as she'd said, and sure he was a kind man many would say. But at this moment, he was worried. The original mission was supposed to be a simple drop, scout, set up and prep. This rescue mission was making him scared of what they'd find. Of what would happen.
He pushed those images from his mind as his smile widened. "Sam, you're one of the bravest women I've ever met. Don't sell yourself short."
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Post by Taya on Apr 29, 2012 21:55:23 GMT
"Ha" Sam said dropping her gaze first. She turned to look at the kits. He had used not just her name, but her nickname. Did he even realize? Probably not. It would be silly to read anything into it. But it did mean that they were friends, perhaps.
"I can't even... Never mind. If you mean, my volunteering for the mission. That isn't courage, it's fear of being left behind and sitting here worrying until you... I mean, everyone came back. That's cowardice and selfishness," Could she use his name too? If they were friends, then she could try. "Dylan."
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Post by PenguinNinja on Apr 29, 2012 22:04:53 GMT
Huh Rogers thought. If he recalled correctly that was the first time he'd heard her use his name. It only strengthened his smile. He dropped his arms and pushed himself off the bed in her direction. Something was bugging her and it was beginning to bug him too. He couldn't stand to see her disturbed in any way.
"Are you kidding? Having to deal with the number of soldiers who have little care for people non-military personnel on a daily basis. That would drive me crazy." He furrowed his brows. Worrying until you... I mean everyone. It could be a slip of the tongue, but it warmed his heart somewhat.
"Worrying about us is only natural Sam. It doesn't make you a coward nor selfish."
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Post by Taya on Apr 29, 2012 22:18:19 GMT
"There's that kindness streak again." Sam said turning her head to give him a smirk. "Saying just what needs to be said and meaning it. That's a gift." The room seemed smaller somehow with Dylan standing closer. Too small. Fear made the small cornered animal in her scream out to move. So, she did. Walking purposefully to the other side of the room, Samantha busied herself with items in the cabinet.
"A rare gift." she whispered to herself. There was something that was bothering her about Dylan and with a feeling that he would probably tell her, she spun around to face him while she asked.
"How is it that you can look at me?"
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Post by PenguinNinja on Apr 29, 2012 22:26:26 GMT
Rogers was taken aback by what she said; How is it that you can look at me? What inspired this question? He quickly thought over what he'd said to her and couldn't come up with something to encourage that kind of question.
"Sam," he half whispered. "I don't see anything wrong. I know you see the scars, but I can look past them. They don't bother me. I mean, you're still as..." he stopped himself short. Beautiful That was his next word. "You're still as wonderful as ever."
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Post by Tonks on Apr 29, 2012 22:44:12 GMT
As Sarah sat down in the canteen she saw Terry Miller walk through the double doors. She rolled her eyes; she could predict the next few minutes:
Terry sees me, walks over with a smug look, brags about something, tries to hit on me...
As she thought this, he'd spotted her and had begun to walk over.
Here we go.
Miller: Heyyyy baby! Long time no see! Sarah: I'm not your baby, Terry. Nor will I ever be. What do you want?
Miller sat down opposite her.
Miller: Someone's in a bad mood. I just thought you might be worried about me. Sarah: Why the hell would I be worried about you?! Miller: I'm going to the surface on a rescue mission. I'm headed for a promotion...if I survive.
Sarah rolled her eyes again.
Sarah: I'll be sure not to lose sleep over it. Miller: Nice to know I'm loved. Sarah: Love is certainly no where near the correct word.
Sarah avoided eye contact with Miller's gaze and instead focussed on her meal.
Miller: I'll catch you later, babe. Try not to get too jealous that you weren't picked.
Miller stood and began to walk away.
Sarah shouted after him; "I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING BABE"
GOD I HATE THAT STUPID STUCK-UP TWAT. WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS?! WHY CAN'T HE BE A DECENT HUMAN BEING? AARRGGHHHH
Sarah tried to shrug off her thoughts and think about something else.
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Post by Taya on Apr 29, 2012 22:48:25 GMT
Beautiful. That was the unspoken word that was suppose to finish that sentence. But she wasn't that. Not any more. Even Dylan Rogers one of the few people that could look her in the face without wincing and possibly kindest person she knew couldn't say it. She couldn't blame him.
What kind of answer had she been expecting? He said he could see past the scars. But how could anyone, when they were more than skin deep? Not many people knew how broken she really was. That file was sealed. Only those that had treated her or reported the incident knew the details.
"This isn't the only thing I see when I look in the mirror." Sam said dropping her eyes and gingerly tracing the scars. "I see the reason for them. I see him in every cut and jagged turn. I see him every time I see me." Her voice was small and quiet, So scared to tell this kind person that thought she was wonderful how she viewed herself. She was so quiet she wondered if Dylan even heard her.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Apr 29, 2012 23:02:14 GMT
His mood darkened and immediately he felt a sense of.... protectiveness? Honour? overcome him. She'd mentioned a guy, a guy who had caused her to become afraid of her reflection. "Sam, is he still a problem for you?"
He sincerely hoped not. If he was, then he wasn't going to be for much longer. It wasn't right for anybody to be able to do that sort of thing to a woman and be able to get away with it.
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Post by Mr Spock on Apr 29, 2012 23:05:07 GMT
It was at that point that Erica stepped back out of Sam's office. Although she still had her garish haircut and hadn't put the shoes on, she looked mighty more presentable. She wore a dress with a loose skirt which fell to her knees, the top half plain and simple, finishing in capped sleeves. She looked to Sam and Rogers for approval, seemingly unaware of the thick tension in the air.
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Post by Taya on Apr 29, 2012 23:11:40 GMT
Samantha was quick to grab the distraction of Erica. She went over with a quickly placed smile.
"You look lovely, dear." she said. "but you should put the boots on. It's not good to wander around without shoes. And maybe I can help you with your hair." Sam purposefully focused her attention on Erica as a way to avoid the question about her attacker from Dylan.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Apr 29, 2012 23:20:26 GMT
Rogers turned at the sound of the door opening and cleared his throat at the sight of Erica stood in a new set of clothes that seemed to fit her. Par shoes from the look of it. He forced a smile onto his face and said, "Well, look at you. Surely that feels better?" He noticed the lack of shoes and her hair that still looked like it needed cutting.
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Post by Mr Spock on Apr 29, 2012 23:29:06 GMT
Erica looked a little uncertain.
"Shoes are aurally unsatisfactory. They impair my movement speed," she stated, still twitching every now and then, her voice the same scrambled murmur.
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Post by Taya on Apr 29, 2012 23:34:54 GMT
Sam frowned as she looked at Erica's hair a bit closer. She sighed. The lengths were so different and randomly around her head that Sam knew a helpless case when she saw it. And she certainly wasn't a hairdresser.
"Yes, that maybe true, but you could get sick or hurt. You certainly do look better in that dress than I ever did." Sam said fetching the boots.
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