My what a guy!

staff sergeant on the iss aeterno. stunning specimen, a paragon of athleticism and beacon for beauty.

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Heroic Deeds || Aurora & Gaston

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Aurora normally was good at paying attention to her surroundings. She kept her things close to her no matter what ring she was in and tried to keep her head up and look as unapproachable as possible when she was in a hurry. She knew that wasn’t always the case; she could be too nice for her own good, but she still gave it a solid try.

Today started off normal: she was making her way to a job that was close enough to walk and was only stopped once. The man asked her for directions and just when Aurora thought things were okay, he snatched her purse and ran off. Aurora was stunned to say the least and wasn’t sure what to do. She ended up finding the first person who looked close enough to law enforcement and tugged at their arm, even though she knew it wasn’t the most professional.

“I’m so sorry sir! I just don’t know what to do. He has my purse!” She pointed to the man still running down the street and bit her lip. “I don’t think I can catch him…”

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Gaston was doing standard patrol for the day, a decent time up and out of any offices or bases. He appreciated these moments, being a face for the people to confide in and trust, getting a chance to say his hellos and see the people he had dedicated his life to protecting.

He hadn't even caught sight of the man clearly sprinting off with a purse until the blonde young woman was tugging at his sleeve and there he suddenly was, careening down the narrow street in the bright warm filtered light. He caught up to him fairly quickly, the confrontation a short one once Gaston made his intent to arrest him quite clear. The man practucally threw it at him.

Offered or not, Gaston returned to the girl with her things in hand, chuckling under his breath as he handed it back. "Hopefully it's all there, I seem to have intimidated that petty thief of yours."

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An Event || Gaston & Bill

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little-illuminaughty:

The event was one of many Bill had been expected to attend over the course of the year. Leslie had created a play featuring a battle of the old days to commemorate some historical event or another. A military conquest and victory over tyranny, as the case often was with most of these sorts of endeavors. To help with publicity, she had agreed to do a special show for the military elites and highly decorated soldiers, along with a rather glorious after-party.

Men in uniform decorated with honors or ranks almost double Bill’s size meandered about the room as he stood in his suit awkwardly to the side with a glass of soda that he pretended was alcoholic. Leslie and Harriet mingled beautifully among the crowd, laughing and chatting like it was second nature to them. Bill, on the other hand, wasn’t quite feeling up to the usual routine of shmoozing. Awkwardly he pulled his bangs to one side and sighed as he noticed a stranger approaching his vicinity of the room. Oh boy. Put on the smile.

Bill turned to look at them, casually grinning up at the figure doing his best to look entertained. “Hello. Wonderful evening isn’t it?”

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Gaston adored being a part of something bigger than himself. The service, the respect, the splendor - events like these really sealed the deal. He'd worked hard, and he felt as though he and the other military officers in attendance deserved this opporunity and recognition. That wasn't something he feld bad about. It was just the way this world worked.

He was a schmoozer, at his core. He laid it on thick and had no problem running a room with his chat and banter, and that was his plan tonight, trying to reach every face with a bright smile and at least a minute or two of chatter. His next victim had managed to evade him a few times The boy, the man, the whatever, however old he was, was a small, pale little thing, and Gaston was certinaly curious as to what he was doing here. He strongly doubted that he was one of the officers invited, but perhaps a relative?

"Glorious," he laughed, a rasp coloring his voice and the otherwise warm, booming noise. "What brings you here, if I might ask? Oh, how rude of me." He offered a hand, wide palm turned sideways. "Sergeant Gaston LeGume. It's a pleasure."

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fowl-mouthed-coroner:

Donald heard the comment and immediately a smile spread coyly across his lips. If the man couldn’t tell he was effeminate from the get go, clearly he shouldn’t be judging what was and wasn’t within that category. “Hrm… I’m confident enough in my masculinity. I know I got a dick, and I’m sure there are plenty of others who do as well. Haven’t exactly found an upside to acting subtle.” He smirked once more, “Why? You not exactly a man to show off?”

Gaston blinked, made an uncomfortable noise and waved off Donald's assertion with a broad gesture. He wasn't used to being confronted with this sort of thing so blatantly. "It's a matter of decency," he explained, sounding just like his father though that fact went missing on him. "I show off plenty," he laughed, puffing his chest out with pride. "I don't need girly suits to do that."

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ticktockcaptain:

Hook shrugged off the compliment and the smile, rolling his eyes. He knew very well that he got shit done, when it had to be done. It was the reason he’d been not the worst in the military, when he’d been in. “Sure.”

James snorted. At the last comment. “Not what I heard,” he mumbled to one girl, who giggled. “If you say so, big man,” was the answer he gave to Gaston. “Do you need help with anything else?”

Gaston rolled his eyes, ran a hand rhough his hair and fixed what he could without a mirror. Hook was a handful and a half, but having him around was as stressful as it was helpful. He beckoned him over with a gesture, stepping into the shadows and waiting to speak with the man without so much of an audience. He couldn't damn well afford to lose any of his girls' respect.

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goodolenutmeg:

Every night was basically the same: Meg worked the bars until closing hours or until her boss informed her that he scheduled her to meet up with one of his clients or friends.  Same ol’ song and dance.  Tonight was no different; Meg finished an early shift at the bar, went home and changed, and returned to the spot her boss had told her to be at.  As she waited, glancing at her nails, she didn’t even bother looking up at the voice that addressed her.

“Depends if you’re here for me,” she replied emotionlessly.

Gaston smirked, looking her up and down and acting a fair bit more interested than he was quite sure that he was. "I suppose that's what I have to decide, isn't it?" He said with a smirk, voice low and loud and slimy in the worst of ways while he leered. "I'm not sure if I want to have you or have you join my girls, I'm sure you rake in a pretty penny, don't you?" Just to look at her would certainly make it seem so.

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ticktockcaptain:

James had to hold back another laugh. He didn’t know quite what it was about Gaston that made him so funny, but it was there. Hook supposed that it could be the fact that he clearly didn’t think the girls told Hook about what happened while they were out. He’d heard plenty of things about Mr. Tough Guy. “None to the girls, enough to the ones who tried it,” he explained with a shrug.

 “Of course you don’t, don’t you worry about it,” James chuckled in a mimicry of sounding friendly. “Oh, that? Inside joke, also nothing for you to worry about. You just go ahead and pick your girl and pay her well.”

Now, good news was enough to let a wide smile stretch Gaston's lips. "Good, good," he praised him, raising a hand a clapping him on the shoulder. "Fantastic." This was a chuckle, full of mirth. "I knew I was right to enlist you in this. You take care of business. I appreciate that."

His puerile sense of humor, we figured, was outweighed by how useful he was. So he smiled, albeit much more strained this time. "For the last time," he sighed, "I don't run any of this to have my own way with these ladies." With the raise of an eyebrow and a narcissistic smirk, then, "I would hardly have to pay."

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fowl-mouthed-coroner:

Donald shrugged, “The suit they’re going to go with is patterned so I’d rather not clash or be overly patterned… you get what I’m saying? Plain will look classier compared to the patterned suit.” Donald couldn’t help but suddenly start looking a bit closer at who he was talking to, though, and smirked, “I go for the extreme bold statement with splashes of subtlety.”

Gaston squinted. The patterned socks and a solid suit would have been impeccable, but a patterned suit and all? "Aren't you worried that that might seem..." What was that word, again? "Ah... Effeminate? You know, a little..." Gaston gestured, but he wasn't sure what he was getting across. "Subtlety can do a man good, sometimes."

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@goodolenutmeg

Gaston felt as though it was always night in the Outer Core. There was always a whiff of sin, some strange sense of secrecy in the stillness of the ship’s slums. Still he felt something for it, perhaps he didn’t feel at home but there was a sense of opportunity. It was so far from everything he knew and everything he aspired to be that it seemed to him that he was unstoppable. There were people everywhere who answered to him, but out here he felt like a god - acted like one, too, to any and all who came before him. There was a pleasant surprise wrapped up in all of this on this night in particular, and he smirked the moment he laid eyes on the woman. “Are you mine tonight?” he asked, glancing around them.

[bicepstosparee]

What do you consider your one flaw?

My single flaw? That I am entirely too caring. I care so, so much. About all of the people. Every place, on this glorious ship. My heart is just too big.

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Can I knock on your abs? I've honestly always wanted to do that to someone with a six pack! - Star

Be my guest.

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What’s the most eggs you’ve eaten in one sitting?

Seventy-two. I may have been somewhat ambitious.

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Why types of traits do you look for in a person?

Hm. Well, by person, I’m positive you mean woman. In women, I look for the same thing I see in myself. Perfection, and not an ounce less.

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What's the perfect man's morning routine?

I could tell you, but I’m afraid I’d have to kill you.

In all seriousness, no one gets to look like this without time and dedication. My routine takes hours and impeccable preparation. Though, I can’t say that my God given strength and physique are attainable for just anyone.

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[officerjessie]

Bullseye // Open

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officerjessie:

“Freeze! You’re under arrest!” Jessie shouted from her hiding spot around the corner. “You thought you’d get away with it, huh? Well, think again, criminal scum!” She twirled fast around that corner. Her gun was pointed smack dab between their eyes. Jessie didn’t hesitate. She pulled the trigger releasing the fearsome bullet–

–a cold splash of water. Hey, the captain shouldn’t have given her a water gun as a gag gift if he didn’t want Jessie to use the darn thing.

Gaston went from offended to concerned to enraged more quickly than he could register, ending with him sputtering angrily and glaring up as he tried to brush the damned cold water from his clothing. “What in God’s name do you think you’re doing?” he asked, low voice resonating loudly. “Do you know what you’d have gotten for attacking and unarmed Staff Sergeant, first off?”

“You’ve also likely ruined this jacket.”

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fowl-mouthed-coroner:

Donald whipped about in the aisle and turned to look at the nearest person without caring who it was. “You! Hi. Yes you. Need your opinion, like…right now. Yellow or blue? And please keep in mind this is important.” He asked.

Originally posted by margothegreat

At first, Gaston squinted. He wasn’t sure that this was a question he was qualified to answer. Then he thought twice about that thought, and who was he kidding? He had the right answer to everything. “I always find that a patterned sock makes for a bolder statement. Must they be solid? It’s a weak choice.”

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ticktockcaptain:

James had to bite back another laugh and the offense on the man’s face. He managed only because he didn’t need a fight now. Too many in a night could call attention, and he’d already thrown some fuckers out.

“Oh, my apologies, of course you’ve had a day,” Hook replied, fully sarcastic, as he was sure that Gaston wouldn’t catch on entirely. “Not drunk enough, and yes, three tonight. You lads are being much too rowdy, I’ll have to ask you to keep it mostly civil…Not that you’d do anything else.” The last comment made a few of the girls giggle, and he had to hide his smile.

With a deep, deep sigh, Gaston took more comfortable stance. He would have liked to have sat with the man, but he was in uniform and in too much of a hurry this time. “Of the three, any injuries?” he asked impatiently. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about the girls he employed, it was that he only cared so far as their performance was affected, as any good employer would.

“I don’t know what you’re playing at,” he admitted, betraying his own exhaustion in admitting his ignorance. He quickly straightened up. “You sound ridiculous,” he leaned in, “What the hell do you mean I wouldn’t do anything else, I don’t stoop to this.”