Agent New Hampshire

I'm pretty sure I'm 100% not a dick. However, I make no promises to that either. (closed rp w/freelancer-rp)

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agent-oregon

Oregon looked up from his note-pad to quickly look over the other agent before looking back down to his note-pad, writing some things in it silently. After he filled the page and flipped to the next he looked back up with his normal expressionless face,”I was told to interact more, so I set up a scenario that had a high likelihood of prompting ‘social interactions’. It has been a very successful maneuver so far. I am Agent Oregon. What is your designation?”

The agent couldn’t lie that the slice of cake did in fact pull him over. He glanced down at it before looking up at Oregon. “Uhh…my designations New Hampshire. But please call me Hammy if you want, it’s easier to say.” he answered with a grin. “Pleasure to meet you Oregon.” He said holding his hand out to the other agent.

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As New Hampshire talked, Oregon paid more attention to his note-pad then the other agent, writing more then was even said. He looked up as ‘Hammy’ offered the hand, and Oregon slowly reached out to give it a light shake,”Very well, Agent New Hampshire. It’s also been a ‘pleasure’ to meet you. May I inquire as to what your specialization is? And your military background? I understand if that is a ‘sensitive’ topic.”

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New Hampshire couldn’t help but raise an eye brow at the other taking notes rather than paying attention to his introduction. He couldn’t help but become curious with the whole situation. He wondered if it was some form of test. “Uhh...” He couldn’t help but start, he was confused more than anything. “Well, I’m a mechanical technician and I guess I’m good at CQC.” He told the other glancing down his at fidgeting hands “I was a helljumper before being recruited to the project and before than of course the marines” He answered with a frown of discomfort. He looked at Oregon his head tilted to one side. “Is this some sort of test?” He couldn’t help but blurt out. 

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freelancermaryland

Maryland sputtered, but made a point to cut himself off before he could seem like too much of an idiot. Admittedly the whole flirting scene was one he’d never gotten very good at. “That is- I would- appreciate that, thank you,” he said, nodding in affirmation but averting his eyes. New Hampshire wasn’t wrong; the food was pretty bad. There was no reason to turn down a perfectly good offer of food, and if it meant he happened to see Hampshire more often, well, it wouldn’t hurt anyone.

He squinted at the other agent’s laughter but eventually found himself smiling a bit with him. He blinked and paused, however, when Hampshire confirmed his suspicion. He needed a moment to imagine the person in front of him, light-hearted, gentle, grinning New Hampshire, in the shit storm he’d seen in ODST. The two almost couldn’t combine in his head. “I was,” he answered belatedly, raising his eyebrows slightly at Hampshire’s use of the present tense. They weren’t helljumpers anymore, after all. But, looking down at his helmet, Maryland added, “Well. Maybe it’s not all in the past.” ODST helmet and Recon everything else. It matched his UNSC record almost perfectly. It wasn’t all in the past, in more ways than just his armor, but Maryland was fairly certain New Hampshire would never learn of much else. It wasn’t that he thought badly of Hampshire–quite the opposite, actually–but he couldn’t quite bring himself to trust him. And he wasn’t sure that would ever change, no matter how much he flirted with him or how many snacks he smuggled for him or how many bright smiles he threw in Maryland’s direction.

New Hampshire instantly became to compose a mental list of what he could bring for the other agent. He of course would ask later on what exactly the other wanted. If he wanted anything specific he would make sure to hunt through the ranks for what ever he asked.

The agent tilted his head keeping his attention fixed on Maryland, he knew he wasn’t a hell jumper anymore he just couldn’t quite give up the title just yet. He wouldn’t pry into the others past, it wasn’t fair to Maryland if he bombard him with questions. They all had their own stories they wanted to keep as hidden as much as possible. “It’s nice to know someone was too.” he faintly commented, a small string of hope attached. He leaned forward in the chair is giving small groan of protest as he moved. “However you say that as if it’s a bad thing. I apologize I crossed any line by asking.” He said with his brow creased together.

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//Just wanted to pop in and say that I'm off for another trip for two weeks. Sorry I didn't get to replies yet I will when I have wifi at some point in the trip!

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//Hey everyone just giving a small warning that I wont be able to get on for a few days. I will be going on vacation with a few of my pals and wont get back till Wednesday! I will try my best to put of replies if I can but no promises <3 

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freelancermaryland

“You’re telling me,” Maryland frowned, wiggling a bit in his cot to make his point. “At least you can walk out of here.” He lowered his voice. “That’s why I broke out last time. Being stuck here drives me crazy.”

But, he didn’t linger on it. Something Hampshire said had intrigued him. “Dropped out of ships?” he echoed. “Like ODST? Is that where you came from too?” He paused, slowed down. “…Or has Command just been a dick and exclusively sent you on missions where you had to do that?”

“Well I guess I’ll have to visit more open to keep you safe and sound in here.” He couldn’t help but wink at the other. “Plus I can sneak you in snacks because the food here is eh, okay.”

The agent couldn’t help my laugh at the others comments, he smiles up at the other still having small soft bursts of laugher. “Sorry. Ah I wish, those missions sound like fun ones.” He started sitting back against the chair once more. “But yes, I used to be an ODST.” He replied.

New Hampshire made a confused look tilting his head to one side. “I’m assuming you’re a helljumper too?” he asked the other.

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agent-oregon

Oregon looked up from his note-pad to quickly look over the other agent before looking back down to his note-pad, writing some things in it silently. After he filled the page and flipped to the next he looked back up with his normal expressionless face,”I was told to interact more, so I set up a scenario that had a high likelihood of prompting ‘social interactions’. It has been a very successful maneuver so far. I am Agent Oregon. What is your designation?”

The agent couldn’t lie that the slice of cake did in fact pull him over. He glanced down at it before looking up at Oregon. “Uhh…my designations New Hampshire. But please call me Hammy if you want, it’s easier to say.” he answered with a grin. “Pleasure to meet you Oregon.” He said holding his hand out to the other agent.

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freelancermaryland

Maryland let out a heavy breath at the mention of the knives. “Those things hurt like a bitch. Stabbed me in the knee.” And also through the weak points in his chest armor, but he wasn’t going to mention that. That was a little too dark to be talking about with poor Hampshire. He laughed, “Of course, Maine hurt like a bitch too.” He also didn’t need to mention that Maine wouldn’t have put him in the medbay at all if he hadn’t agreed to fight him before the wounds had healed. Or if he already knew, Maryland didn’t need to remind him.

Maybe he was a little impulsive. Maybe he didn’t always make the best decisions. It wasn’t a problem for today.

He paused, not returning Hampshire’s smile, because the offer honestly startled him a bit. It had been a very long time since he’d asked anyone for help, after all. And it was too soon for him to tell whether or not he could really trust him. But, at the next words Maryland snorted despite himself, still not used to the way New Hampshire spoke. He’d forgotten just how ridiculous he could sound sometimes. “No, it’s not,” he agreed, shaking his head lightly. “The cool kids hate this place.” He paused again. “We’re talking an awful lot about me, but I’ve got no fun stories on my end. What have you been up to lately?

New Hampshire couldn’t help but cringe a little at the though of being stabbed. “Oh dude I can only imagine. Just no thank you.”

He shrugged at the others question, feeling his cheeks heat up from the spot light being placed upon him now. “Just mandatory training, some boring paper work.” He replied humming as he though of what to say next. “Preparing for a field mission I suppose. Well I hope so.”

He sat up in the chair leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. There he stared at the plain tile flooring a frown on his face. “I’m kind of getting tired of just sitting around. Just so used to being dropped out of ships and throwing myself out of them."

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agent-nh:

Ah yes all bark no bite, next time he tries to start something there is always a good solid punch to their nose. That will get the fight actually going. But yet, don’t need anyone knowing on paper you’re the one who started it?

It won’t be much of a fight. I don’t see that guy making it very far past a punch to the nose.

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Oh yikes, but I would pay to see it non the less. 

[agent-oregon]

It was a strange circumstance that saw Oregon actually sit down in the Mess Hall. Unless it was a Wednesday- then he would eat all meals in the Mess Hall, but sit in the corner, and his eyes never stayed fixated on his plate but observing everyone else. But a Tuesday was not normal for Oregon. The truth was, he had a meeting with the Counselor, and was told that he was being too isolated. He was ‘advised’ that putting himself in situations that resulted in interactions with other agents would be seen as ‘favorable behavior’ from Command. So Oregon had his note-pad out with a glass of water and a rations bar in front of him. And sitting in front of the seat directly across from him was a piece of chocolate cake.

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New Hampshire had walked into the Mess Hall in hopes of finding a meal or snack to munch on. He has recently got out of his mandatory training session. He went and grabbed a protein shake and an apple fighting the urge to just grab a bag of chips instead. He was going to leave and enjoy his snack elsewhere, but out of the corner of his eye he caught someone sitting by themselves.

The agent raised an eye brow is curiosity as he approached the man. “Hey there, what you doing?” He asked point to the note-pad. Before the other agent could say anything he sat down across from him taking a bite out of his apple.

[maxine-mayfields]

Which Armie are you today?

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freelancermaryland

Maryland squinted at him, slightly amused. “You didn’t ask if anyone good-looking was home. That wasn’t the question.”

He fell silent at the memory of the last few moments of their locker room conversation, unable and unwilling to express his embarrassment in any other way. In fact, it was honestly more comforting to think about the multiple brutal fights that had got him in med bay. He offered New Hampshire a shrug. “I’ve been picking some bad fights lately. Haven’t ended very well.” He wondered how much the other agent knew about all of it. To his knowledge no one had been watching either match, but who was he to know which stories made it around the ship? Getting stabbed with real knives during a training session was admittedly one he hadn’t heard yet.

It was with a contemplative expression that he watched New Hampshire pull up a chair, mostly for the sheer surprise he felt that he actually wanted to stick around, sour and useless as Maryland currently was. “Thank you,” he said quietly once New Hampshire had gotten settled, half for giving his helmet back and half for being willing to put up with him.

New Hampshire made a short amused snort hearing the other comment on his appearance from his fights. He leaned back in the chair as he crossed his arms over his chest getting comfortable. “Well.” He started pausing to look to the side if lost in though. “I have herd little rumors about those fights here and there.” He glanced back at the other an eye brow raised. “But seriously, a guy with knives? Then a guy who literally is the size of a mountain.”

The agent laughed, not at the sake of the situation but for the feeling of worry creep across his chest. He cleared his throat looking at the other agent with a soft smile. “You’re welcome...just next time you’re in trouble just contact me something.” He replied. He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment before attempting to lighten the mood. “Because I don’t know about you but this isn’t a hip and happening place that all the cool kids want to be.”

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Man we totally do need more gentlemen here. Instead we get some weird rookies or some questionable agents.

Amen. I got a demolitions guy over here acting too high and mighty to follow through with the fight he started with me, like I won’t put enough of a fight for him? I’ve never even seen him on the training floor! What kind of rude bullshit.

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Ah yes all bark no bite, next time he tries to start something there is always a good solid punch to their nose. That will get the fight actually going. But yet, don’t need anyone knowing on paper you’re the one who started it?

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Seriously though do like little gremlins sneak in at night and steal all the snacks? I’m going to have to channel my inner wine mom hiding her snacks from her kids at this rate. 

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[[ I apologize for my inactivity I have had just some stuff going on in my life recently but I am back and hoping to see people's beautiful faces around again ]]

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freelancer-pennsylvania You know what I love? Snacks. You know I also…

same tho

I mean like we should have snacks available to us at all times. Like I can’t help that i’m hungry in the ams for after training. But yet I could eat after training or before but like. Thats not the point. I need more snacks. 

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Can we make a requisition order or like…

bother somebody about it?

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I will literally hardcore kiss someones ass or sleep with them...or both in the name of snacks. 

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I guess everyones busy with missions or something? Just hoo boy is it dead on this ship. 

[freelancer-pennsylvania-blog]

Maybe if we throw a party in the training area we’ll get the attention of at least one of our bosses who can kick our asses or join us amiright?

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A party sounds amazing, I will help some of our bosses get some sticks out of their asses. Plus there will have to be snacks of course.

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I guess everyones busy with missions or something? Just hoo boy is it dead on this ship.