Fighting For the Finish

[Private RP Blog for the MOI RP Group] "Oh, come on, I just filled out a bunch of paperwork already-- fine, fine, I'll fill this last one out... Name: Wade Collins Designation: Agent Vermont Specialty: CQC and hand-to-hand combat"

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//updated the theme!

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whosthemonsternow:

“Just whyyy can’t you open the door yourself?” She asked from her perch on the edge of her bed, a grin obvious in her voice as she considered trying to see if he could manage to fumble it open on his own. But it was date night and she should be playing nice, so after a few more seconds of lingering she got up with an exaggerated amount of groaning and grumbling.

“Get in here before you drop something and one of the new runts takes off with it.” She was grinning though, already reaching out to “help” him with some of the ones she knew she’d want to hog from the pile. “Ya know, one of these times we should probably consider bringing in real food, instead of just junk food.” South said in that obviously bullshitting voice, she didn’t care what was brought in, as long as it was food.

Monty laughed. “Alright, lets see you carry full meals from Mess.” He carried the armful of snacks over towards South’s bed and dropped them in a small pile. 

“I see you’ve taken your picks, so I will grab mine.” He grabbed some, already working on opening a package.

“So whats on the entertainment menu tonight?” He said with a half snack cake in his mouth. 

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whosthemonsternow replied to your post:

loud yelling from across the ship you’re still a rookie tho

I paid my dues! Six months of it! Six!

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“South.” Monty knocked on her door. “South, you there? I got the stuff from the kitchen. Hurry up and open the door so no one sees me with the entire snack cabinet in my arms.” He looked over his shoulder, making sure no one would walk up behind him. 

Date nights with South while they were aboard the MoI usually resulted in movie nights or video game showdowns, and it was South’s turn to pick what they do, while it was Monty’s to get the snacks. 

Granted, Monty might have went a little, just a bit, overboard with the snacks, but seeing how fast South went through snacks the last time, even taking some of Monty’s, he decided to bring some extras. Next shore leave, he’ll help restock it. Maybe. 

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Have I ever mentioned how I love seeing rookies on board? It reminds me how I’m past the rookie stage and don’t have to deal with the rookie shit anymore

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THIS IS THE RESET LINE

Anything before this post on this blog happened before the MOI reset, but I am keeping everything just as an archive if anyone wanted to go back and read that for whatever reason.

[thecoyotestate]

It was almost Friday, which meant it was almost time for debts to be paid. While she was tempted to let people be late so she could take the pay out of their skin and teeth, she knew it was better to give customers a chance to pay. More flies with honey than vinegar, right? So she made the rounds, giving friendly reminds to people that their tabs were going into the red the next day. And another reminder of how much she enjoyed Saturday mornings- but they wouldn’t be so excited about it if they didn’t take care of things Friday. 

When she was done with the last friendly reminder, she decided to take a few moments to peek in on some other competition. Mostly just walking past their fronts and peering in, not lingering long before wandering off to the next window or door to glance through. The only one she eventually went into was the bakery, she wanted something sweet and maybe to see who was around, any familiar faces or bouncers. She settled at a table in the corner, back to a wall so she could keep an eye on everything and not get surprised from behind- adjusting her rings idly before picking at the muffin she just bought. 

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The door to the speakeasy had been in the back room behind some of the supplies and ingredients, so it gave Monty a chance to hang around in back without seeming out of place, what with a flour covered apron and some work clothes on. He had left the back upon hearing someone enter the bakery. 

Oftentimes, it had been a regular to the bar or a regular to the actual bakery, but the familiar face that had sat down at the table wasn't someone who really fit into those categories.

He gave a small wry smile and wiped off the placed flour from his hands and walked over to the table, taking a piece of the muffin. 

"A weeks gone by already?"

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Monty is a customer when the other bouncer is there and a bouncer when the other bouncer isn't there. Growing about alcohol, he doesn't see an issue with it so when he was hired as the bouncer to the speakeasy, he felt right at home. In fact, he probably even sleeps there, occasionally nabbing pastries from Francis' bakery upstairs.

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She watched him, stalked him to be honest, lurking just around corners and watching him silently. After talking to the her brother and Reg, and spending some time thinking about what they said and her own thoughts, she decided to finally go see Monty. She just had to do more than /see/ him now, watching him from a distance wasn't going to help. With all that thinking, she should've planned something to say, but she figured winging it would work too, whenever she decided to actually approach him.

The day had gone on fairly normally; breakfast, training, lunch, more training, and now paperwork in the rec room. He didn't like doing his paperwork in his quarters; far too quiet, and a dull ringing always bothered his ears if there wasn't any sound around him. After a time, he pushed his half-finished paperwork aside, stretched his arms, and folded his hands behind his head. Time for a break.

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  moiconnecticut replied to your post:moiconnecticut replied to your post:Hello there,...

I have a sneaking suspicion FILSS has more to do with us getting paid than the Director. I mean I can hardly imagine him spending his holidays writing out our paychecks instead of… Directing…

Ah, maybe, but I don't think I can imagine an AI system writing out our checks either. I bet he gets the Counselor to do it because he doesn't ever seem to take his counsel. 

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moiconnecticut replied to your post:Hello there, New Year, glad to see my dates all...

at least it’s not your paycheck that’s scribbled out

that's true, I'm glad the Director can handle dates a lot better than I can this early in the year

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Hello there, New Year, glad to see my dates all scribbled out at the top of my reports too I missed you

[thecoyotestate]

I’ll have to take your word on that, since I don’t make it a habit of smooching hobos. You just lucked out cause of the mistletoe, really should go thank that thing for helping you out. /Sticking her tongue out at him briefly, she wastes no time in getting her door open and getting inside, lingering juuuust long enough to get the door shut before pushing him against it and catching hands at the back of his head so she can pull him down into a nice, ‘educational’ kiss./

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I probably will if it's still there. Who knows, maybe it got together another two peop-- /immediately is cut off by her pushing him against the door and pulling him down. He let out the breath that was going to finish his sentence and put his hands up behind her neck again, his thumbs just at the bottom of her jaw. He relaxed and adjusted just a bit to take in a new breath and get in a less surprised position/.

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I forget, you’re not an earth-influenced alien as much as some of us. Lucky. /She rolls her eyes, glancing back a bit as he strolls closer and lets her hand slip from his wrist to his fingers, humming in thought/ Well, you are a hobo so, probably need lots of work for anything to get done the right way, especially this. It might just have to be an all night thing.

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Well /curls his fingers around hers/ it's a good thing my schedule is all cleared up. This is obviously a very pressing matter and must be handled as soon as possible. You know, I hear teaching hobo's how to kiss is tax deductible, so it's at least a tolerable situation .

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A year or two into his military career, Monty had gone MIA for several weeks when he was on a mission to clear out a Covenant base, and when he was found, he had no recollection of the weeks he had been missing. After seeing several psychologists about the matter, they found some patchy memories of imprisonment and as a defense, he entered a disassociative state during his imprisonment. There was no major bodily harm done to him during those weeks and the memories never seemed to have resurfaced, so he was cleared for active duty. 

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∇ - a secret about your muses family

Monty's family was as military as they come. He was born and raised in a colony held by the UNSC where his parents were a sergeant and general. He rarely saw them, even rarely together. The only times Monty had gone to see them had been under military premises. They were never mom and dad, they were always Mother, Father, or Sgt. and General Collins. To be quite frank, the Mother of Invention is the closest thing Monty's had to a real family in a long time. 

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What's your favorite cookie.

White chocolate chip