Just Callie.

Callie | 18 | Benevolent | Chef I don't have the right name, or the right looks; But I've got twice the heart.

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jaycetheron:

Jayce stood abruptly at the annoyingly familiarity of the girl before him. “I seem to be because I am always causing trouble.” He snorted back with a smug grin on his bloodied mouth. Callie was always the one person he couldn’t touch. Being the sister of Kit made her invulnerable to him. Even though he always played the asshole to her, and he loved the hate-hate relationship they had, he silently felt like a second protector to her… Regardless of how much he wanted to strangle her. “What?-” He felt down to his busted lip she had pointed out, wiping some blood away with his thumb. “Oh… You do care, Callie!” Jayce laughed out, sarcastically, as he wiped some more blood away with the back of his hand. “Shit… Will you take me to the infirmary?”

Her eyes rolled back, but a faint smile was present on her features as well. "Yeah yeah, I'm a slave to my condition I guess, don't feel special." Her voice was teasing, and her tongue poked out at him to emphasize it. Gesturing in the direction of the infirmary, she nodded at his request. Someone should watch after him, lest he just get himself into more trouble than he can handle. Jayce was a pain in the ass, and she seldom approved of his behavior, but at least this time it didn't involve something happening in her place of work. "What the hell did you even this time?" She questioned, trying to pass the time as they walked. "You're a mess, honestly..." She muttered, laughter inbetween her words.

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greenehq:

“but there’s a possibility that he could? god, new planets are terrifying. i mean, i love it here, don’t get me wrong, but god.” he smiled at her. “listen, i’m sure it’ll be fine. it doesn’t hurt more than it should, does it? like, more than the average scrape you might get climbing trees?” he was a little bit worried, but it was certainly reassuring that callie seemed functional. “and… no, it doesn’t look poisoned.”

not that looking fine was always an indication that things were fine, but… well, fuck it. it was fine. they were all fine there, now, thank you.

“i’m gonna clean it before i disinfect it, alright? it might sting a bit. but not too much.” he rolled his eyes at himself. “the standard amount, i guess. who let me become a medic? anyway,” he began the arduous task of ridding callie of tree residue, “how’d you like the fresh air?”

A silent giggle followed a smile at his words. Richard sure knew how to make someone feel comfortable, or rather, forget about their odd, questionable abrasion on their arm for a bit. "I think you'll be safe. He seemed pretty rooted to the spot." She jested, playing along with the running joke. Callie's face scrunched a little in thought at his question, however. "I uh, I mean, no? I guess not." How was she supposed to know what a scrape from a tree felt like after ten years? A shrug came a few moments after she finished speaking, unsure about it. 

Leaning back to get more comfortable, she nodded at his less-than-generic medical procedure explanation. Her eyes looked away from her wound, her whole head turning after awhile. She preferred to not watch any of this stuff, it always felt like it made the pain worse when she was watching, waiting, expecting. "It was certainly... Different. Nothing like being on this ship forever. Did you go out at all?" She wondered if maybe he got stuck attending to people in here the whole time, and if so, she would have to throw a fit at someone. Everyone deserved a little land time.

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ajaxd:

His arms crossed over his chest, letting her talk and talk though none of the words were taken seriously. It did bother him slightly, that she thought his art was not important. “When you look at History books, what do you see? The names of chefs? Nah, Calliope,” He made sure to put emphasis on her name. “You see everything that humanity left behind. The artworks, the things that leave an actual legacy behind.”

He scoffed as she grew near, though didn’t back down. With arms falling to his sides, Ajax stepped closer to her and didn’t stop until her back was pressed against the wall. “What are you gonna do about it, huh? What will the oh-so-frightening-Calliope do about me calling her by her name?” His smirk only grew at the jab of her finger to his chest. The knowledge of this bothering her one he took great pleasure in.

Her lungs aided in a heavy scoff, his words making her skin feel like it was crawling, like she wanted to scratch and pull it off out of discomfort. She wanted so badly to injure him physically, as that was the only retaliation she could think of. Words never worked back on him, but she sure could keep trying. "There won't be anyone to look back at history if they die from starvation, jackass." Her upper lip lifted somewhat in a sneer, trying to ignore how close he was or how trapped she felt against the wall. 

An incoherent growl of frustration left her, eyebrows furrowing even further in rage, if that were possible. "I'm--I--Ugh!" Stammered out. What was she going to do? What could she do? He was bigger, stronger, and anything she said wouldn't even dent him. Bringing both of her hands up, she planted them on his chest and shoved him as hard as she could, a grunt accompanying it.

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jaycetheron:

The young cadet had been spending his day causing mischief around his fellow officers by filling their helmets with water and placing them upside down on their lockers… A classic Jayce move. Everyone hated him for it. Although, this time he had seemingly chosen the wrong target. His target being an older cadet who had no room for comedy in his tightly wound brain.

A few shouts and choice words were shouted before the body of Jayce Theron was thrown out of the barracks into the main hall for the passengers to see and witness the firebrand’s public humiliation. He already had a busted lip from a punch, most likely given to him by the other cadet. The hulking brute’s hair was drenched as he stepped out into the hall to further attack the blonde troublemaker. “Shit, man! Stop! Take a fucking joke!” The blonde pleaded as he took a few punches to the chest from the bigger cadet. Jayce had had enough. He cocked back his fist after catching his breath, letting his knuckle fiercely collide with the stronger cadet’s jaw. The cadet laughed it off and stumbled backward a bit to signify that he was finished with the younger boy. “Yeah, fuck off, you big ape…” Jayce scoffed, spitting a bit of red from his busted lip. His eyes drifted off to a watcher, squinting before he turned his full attention to the fellow passenger. “What?” He asked as if what had happened was a common occurrence.

Arms crossed, Callie’s head tilted with amusement as she looked over the roughed-up boy. “Why do you always seem to be causing trouble?” While it was mildly teasing, she was sincere in her curiosity. Jayce got on her nerves, and she was unsure why he wanted to live a life of pissing people off. It was a feeling unknown to her. She had begun rocking back and forth on her feet, taking in all that had just been witnessed. “You should probably--” her hand untucked from her arms, pointing in the area of his lip, “--do something about that.” 

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There was a small issue with Callie's anger: most of the time, she had no issue fighting back, slinging insults and curses. But when it was about her, she internalized most of what was said at her, stewing in an effort to not start swinging blindly. "Yeah yeah, art, it's sooo important. Preserving people? Nah, let them starve and just capture photos of their dead bodies!" Her hands came up for emphasis, doing something close to jazz hands but definitely more angry. "I'm not you, alright? You think I care about having a legacy? I'm too busy keeping those people alive." 

Unknowingly, she brought herself closer to him, face full of scorn and malice. She was resisting putting her hands on him, the last time she did that to someone left her with a bruised wrist. "And again, it's Callie. Don't fucking call me Calliope again, Ajax." Unable to resist, her pointer came up to jab him in the chest with her words. This could either be fine, or turn out really bad. Swallowing, she stood her ground, staring at his rather attractive stupid, dumb face.

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ajaxd:

Ajax rose an eyebrow at the flare in her voice. “What? I thought your name was Calliope?” He let out a slight chuckle, arms crossed over his chest when she moved away with his food. Now what? A huff left his lips. “I am contributing, in case you didn’t notice. That is my work room, now…” He reached for the insulation bag once more, and took it from her hands before moving towards the table.

“You really need to stop assuming shit about me, anyone would think I’m a fuckin’ weirdo that just hides in a dark room all the time.” He felt his chest rumble with a laugh at the situation they were in. She could pretend like he was a weird loner or something of the sort, not like he cared, not really. “You’re the one that loves being in the kitchen for no reason whatsoever. I don’t see how that could be enjoyable, but to each their own, or do you see me criticizing the things you like?”

Her mouth hung agape for a moment when he snatched the food, arms instantly crossing over her chest in retaliation. “It is, but not to you. It’s Callie. You’re not Kit, you’re not my Dad. Callie.” She knew if Kit heard her say this, he’d be upset. Not because of her decision, but because she still held onto her Father, who left them so long ago. That was, perhaps, where the complex came from. “You’re not contributing shit. Last I checked, photos don’t save lives or keep the ship running.” Sarcasm dripped from he sentence, eyes glaring as if she could burn a hole in his head with her look. 

Callie always had issues with controlling her anger--she picked fights with other kids, but not because it was fun. She wore her heart on her sleeve, and sometimes you had to fight back to keep it intact. Placing a hand on his chest, she pushed him backward into the darkened room, her enraged look becoming less visible inside. “I love being in the kitchen, because I help people. I make sure they eat, what do you do? Take pretty pictures for people to Ooh and Aah at?” Her lips were taught when she finished her sentence, air blowing out her nose like she were some mythical dragon who could blow out smoke. 

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kallmekit:

“Don’t tell anyone that you’re a chef by day ballerina by night?” Kit challenged raising his brows with a smirk. His cocky deminor faded and was replaced with scowl when she pinched his cheek. He rubbed his cheek once released and You’ll regret that” he said ominously “And I don’t know ants on a log, PB&J or something easy.” He shrugged grabbing some greens from the crate “Where do you want ‘em boss?” He asked opening the refrigerator preparing to put away the veggies.    

Her head shook with a pleased smile, dismissing the idea, yet hanging onto it at the same time. “I wish,” she replied, heavy emphasis and in a joking manner, but she knew better. She loved dance, and if ballerinas were still practical, she would have loved to be one. Heading over to one of the dozens of cabinets, she opened it, collecting the essential supplies for a PB&J. “Please tell me you aren’t going to go this whole day eating only this?” Her neck rolled to allow her a visual of the elder Codel, watching as he began stocking. “All the refridgerable produce in the draws inside, the rest in their baskets,” she instructed, pointing to each respective area, baskets located next to the fridge.

Grabbing two slices of bread, she began the menial task of making the sandwich. “Are you going back to work right after you’re done?” She asked aloud, though it felt more like she was talking to herself. Kit liked to work, and he was good at what he did. Callie was very much the same way, but.. “Feels like I never see you anymore, y’know?” Her smile turned bittersweet, reflecting on how often she used to see him, back before she had real responsibilities. When she was an actual kid, not 18 and just being treated like one. 

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ajaxd:

Ajax knew he wouldn’t get his food if he gave his name through the phone. She wouldn’t even think of making it had it been him calling; so, Jonathan was the alias he used for the order. The maintenance crew was still going around the living quarters, giving him the perfect cover not to have to leave his dark room while he waited. There were photos that needed to be processed and he didn’t have the time to go all the way to the kitchens.

He heard the familiar voice out her door and a smirk appeared on his lips as he made his way outside. Only a little light making it inside the room yet not enough to ruin his pictures. “I’d be that Jonathan,” He grinned, holding a dollar bill up for her to take while he reached for the bag on her hands. “Nice seeing you around these parts, Calliope.”

Blinking, her eyes roamed his features once more. Several things were wrong with this situation: One, this man was not dressed for labor, two, he was in a particularly dark room, and three--”Callie,” she spat, a scowl evident on her face. Calliope was reserved for three people, Kit, her Mother, and her Dad. With the tone of voice and choice of name, everything clicked. “Ajax.” She muttered, fingers gripping at the insulation pack in her possession.

Ajax was... familiar. Distant enough to forget at first, but you never quite forget the way that man talks. Stepping back so he couldn’t yet get a grip on the bag, her eyes looked to the dollar bill. “Oh, yeah, what’s that supposed to be? Patronizing?” Her voice was snarky, but not on her typical level, as she tried to keep herself from getting trolled by ancient dish detergent. “I only make deliveries for people who contribute, not hide away in a dark room to become a mole person.”  She continued to sound irritated, under the surface of some mess that was trying to display as friendly and playful. No way was he getting this food. 

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seeingaster:

aster is used to his frequent declarations of love being met with silence. and they are frequent. it’s a combination of being born in such a state, and having to rely on his heart and hands to navigate the world. something about it made him more open, perhaps in the hopes of other people giving the same courtesy. not that he needs it. she responds with an mm, and it’s enough to set him at ease for the time being.

“you don’t know that,” he assures her, dragging her along slightly, again taking advantage of their difference in size. “it’ll be quick, and you’ll be living proof that this new world isn’t anything to be afraid of.” though he can’t blame her for hating doctors. his last year on earth had been a never ending, viscous cycle of them. “i’ll be there the whole time, if you need me.”

Her feet felt like they were tied to cinder blocks, her brain making her body react in harmony with her reluctance. “You don’t know that, either,” she remarked, serious and somewhat venomous. It was never quick, and it wouldn’t be quick considering the foreign agents embedded under her skin. “I...” her lips shut tightly as if they threatened to reveal something secret to this world. “...You should be outside though, with the others...” Came out of the petite girl, lids heavy and head hung in defeat. 

“I’m sorry that I ruined it so soon.” Muttered out a bit afterwards, her hand squeezing his tight; a grip that had far more behind it than it normally did. A grip that had regret, sorrow, and hints of self-loathing mixed in, if one could ever read the way hands interacted. “I wanted to spend more time outside, with you.” Unintentional emphasis placed itself on her last words. Aster was probably Callie’s favorite person on the ship, and ruining something like this was hurtful. 

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Generosity and good deeds will get you everywhere, Calliope.

The warmth of warm food against her chest was always soothing. The insulation bag was flexible and padded, and it almost felt like hugging something, someone. There was many a reason it was therapeutic, but she never bothered to think much into it. Delivering meals for those who could seldom make it to the cafeteria due to their great duty was something that brought massive joy to Callie. Helping those who help others. 

But something was wrong. She never came out to this part of the ship on deliveries, it was mostly barren during the day, this was a residential block. Blowing air out, she shook her head, assuming it was maintenance, as they serviced the entire ship. Her eyes skimmed over the doors, the numbers, the names. What was odd, is the number provided on the call in did not match up on the name. Of course, if it was maintenance... She shook her head once more. Why would they provide a door number then? 

Spotting someone nearby, she quickly came up to them, smiling a friendly smile as per usual. “Uhm, could you maybe help me? I’m looking for a Jonathan around here? He might be maintenance...” Her voice trailed off as she got a good look at the man in front of her. He was certainly attractive, and she struggled to remember if she’d seen him around much. She bit her lip as she waited for a response, idly mulling over his features. 

@ajaxd

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cfstormwarnings:

He nodded, accepting what she was saying. Everett had never been much of a talker, preferring to spend time on his own. Work kept him busy enough and when he did have spare time, he was often held up in his room. No time at all for a social life, and no time for anyone to really miss him. “Makes sense.” He finally said, hesitating on his words. 

“You really don’t have to do that. I’m fine with whatever.” He shrugged, anything was better than the mess of half picked at granola bars in his desk. “You cook all day, don’t you?”

“Well,” she turned on her heel to check the pot for a moment. “It’s already cooking. Would be a waste if only I eat it, right?” The recipe she was testing was for a fairly standard stew, but with additives that would make it a bit more flavorful and less offensive. It was difficult to make a small amount, and usually it went to waste anyway. “A fresh set of taste buds is always welcome before I unleash this hell on unsuspecting elderly folk and children to try.” Her tone held a joking, faux sinister tone, as if it meant it would do them harm if not properly tested. 

She nodded lightly, returning to chopping at her plethora of ingredients. “I do, yes,” Callie was in charge of feeding almost everyone usually, she had others help her but when it came down to it, she was leading and they were mimicking the plan. “But if there’s a mouth to feed, I don’t mind cooking a little bit more. Did you not eat earlier?” Her face scrunched up a little, confused. She doubted he was here for a midnight snack. He was probably like those in the med bay, too involved in their work to eat. If this was the case, he was definitely eating. 

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kmjohansen:

Karol gave the chef a small smile, knowing she was only being nice. Which, certainly, was odd, but she wasn’t about to complain about someone actually being genuine instead of snarky. There was enough of that to deal with once people started coming in for food. Then they’d be grumpy, and nothing better to have one quiet girl to tease over everything her mother had reminded her of for the last ten years.

“I know,” She muttered, mostly to appease the other. If only she hadn’t tried before, but what was a child supposed to know about life? She thought her mother to be the one person who cared about her more than anyone else, but that wasn’t her case. In her case, the person that did care was dead, and it was her fault. That’s what’d been planted in her mind at least, even though she tried to fight it with the thought that she was only nine. But even at that age she’d been a smart kid; she should’ve known.

Life skills was an effective way to describe what Callie did. After all, she did help feed most of the ship. Or at least, their section of it. “At least you like it.” She smiled, looking up at Callie before turning back to her task at the moment. “Um…” Her voice grew quiet again. She spent too much time hiding from people and that wasn’t exactly the best conversation topic. “Reading. I like to read.” At least that was true. When the world got too hard to bear, there was always a book to escape into.

For a minute, the only sound was the rhythmic thumping of both their knives hitting the cutting board. Callie didn’t mind this, silence during conversation was a natural, normal thing. A  nod signified her hearing Karol’s response, finishing what she was chopping before speaking again. “Read is nice, though I prefer to make my own adventure usually,” she gracefully moved to slide her now sliced vegetables into the pot next to her. There was only a few stragglers left, meaning soon they’d be done, and Karol would be released. Like a child on a playdate who had to go home, she was more upset about this fact than she should be. 

A soft hmm left her before she decided to speak again, having decided on something. “You should go on one with me sometime. As much of one that can be done on this ship, anyway.” Her chuckle faded as soon as it started, remembering being scolded seven times over for playing in the vents and other areas that ‘weren’t meant for kids.’ “Think you can squeeze into a vent shaft?” She joked, her smile beaming. For the fact that Callie was so friendly, she had a lot less friends than expected. She could count them on one hand. Karol was certainly different from her, but they do say opposites attract, right? 

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At last, green...

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kmjohansen:

“It’s not… I don’t—” Karoline cut herself off. There was no deterring Callie when she set her mind to something, and in this case, it was getting her close enough to the door. Then maybe, she could get out of it, say she had to get to work or something of the sort. Anything so she didn’t have to step outside the ship, anything to keep herself safe. “I guess it’ll be okay.” She gave a slight shrug, clearly not committed to the idea of standing so close to danger.

“Oh,” She nodded then, stepping back to turn and starts towards the exit. The idea of being close enough to die had anything gone wrong wasn’t something Karol could count herself as fond as, but her co-worker seemed excited, so much so that she couldn’t say no again and see her disheartened.

Just as she thought she would have to continue pulling arguments out of thin air to convince the blonde, her face lit up when Karol gave in--as much as a give in ‘I guess’ could be. There was a part of her that told her maybe, just maybe, she was seriously pushing her timid friend into this. But this was huge, it could never happen again as far as Callie was concerned. Regrets scared her, they scared her for people. She lived for the people around her to enjoy themselves, and if she had to give them a push or two, she would. 

As the two began walking towards the exit leading to adventure, instinctively Callie scooped up Karol’s hand in both of her own. This was fairly common for her to do with Aster, someone she spent a lot of her time with. Not quite noticing as it had become second nature, she simply hummed a tune for a short while. “Do you remember anything?” Cut through the silence, her head turning to look at the girl. “We’re close in age right? I can’t really... remember much.” There was hints of sorrow, or perhaps frustration, that littered her features. Everyone always talked about it, and all she had were stories Kit told her to go off of. 

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theperksofbeingshiloh:

“I feel like I am though”She mumbled before sighing. “I just thought maybe someone I had feelings for actually reciprocated them for once….but that was a silly thought. I should’ve known better” She wrinkled her nose and flushed lightly at the compliments. “You don’t need to say all that” She waved it off

Her head shook instantly at Shiloh’s words. “But you’re not,” it felt futile to keep at this, but Callie was too stubborn to give up on it. Not just yet. Pulling her through the kitchen doors, a smile forced at the sight of the tea kettle. “You only knew as much as you did then, but now you’re prepared for next time.” The quote was taken from some old, earthly book her mother kept around. It resonated greatly with Callie, something that had previously kept her from beating herself up about something. “I know I don’t need to, but they’re true and it seems like you’re in need of hearing them.” With a smile, she left Shiloh by the table set up in the kitchen, moving to fill the kettle and set it to heat up. “If you wont tell yourself that, someone has to.” She mused aloud, knowing Shiloh would hear but, somehow it didn’t seem directed towards anyone. 

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greenehq:

“oh god. i hope the other guy doesn’t come find me too. i don’t think i could handle the stress.” he set the supplies down on a nearby table and motioned for her to sit down.

the idea that anyone who wasn’t kit could handle kit’s plants seemed suspect to richard, but he couldn’t see any point in mentioning it. maybe she was immune to terrifying green things simply by being a codel.

her next words destroyed that possibility. 

“alien tree-like creature,” he echoed softly. he’d gone a bit green. “you’re terrifying. you know that, right?” he squinted at the injury which now seemed a thousand times more daunting. “uh, right, so… i figure we have two options here. i can clean it and bandage it and then we can hope you don’t die by poison, or we can go find one of the plant people – not your brother, because the point is you not dying – and ask them for help. or both, i guess. i don’t know. what do you think?”

With some hesitation, she took a seat near the table now littered with supplies. Her legs came together tightly, knees pressed hard against one another. She was nervous and her body was reflecting it, but not her voice. “I’m pretty sure he can’t walk...” Mumbled out as she eyed him, focusing on his facial features when he processed her other comment. 

An amused smile painted on her lips, soft huffs of laughter coming out of her nose. “It’s just a tree. Well, it looks like a tree. You can climb it like one, anyway.” She wondered if perhaps Richard took her literally in her description, her jokester attitude always giving her issues like that. Shifting a little uncomfortably in her seat, she stared up at him as he spoke out the options. “I mean, I feel fine,” she had begun chewing at her bottom lip, knowing the correct answer. If anyone was going to know, it would be Kit. But that wasn’t an option. “Does it look poisoned?” Her forearm came upward and towards his face, Callie’s reading genuine curiosity. 

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greenehq:

his book, which he honestly shouldn’t even have been reading given the gravity of what was going on in his life, was slowly revealing itself to be nothing more than a collection of unsatisfying subplots. he was just getting ready to toss it aside when he heard someone behind him, followed almost immediately by his name.

“callie?” he turned, looking first to her face before the redness of her arm caught the corner of his eye. he followed it down, eyes widening almost comically at the sight. “oh, holy shit. what happened?” 

because richard was the sort of professional who tended to preface questions like “what happened” with a lot of swearing.

maybe calling him professional was a bit of a stretch.

professional or not, he was up and out of his chair in an instant, putting his book down in favour of grabbing what he’d need to clean such a wound. “anything about that i should know? you didn’t have a run in with one of kit’s plants, did you? i swear those things terrify me.”

A giggle that seemed to release a bit of her anxiety spilled out at Richard’s reaction. She was relieved it was him here and not someone else, if only for the fact she was comfortable enough to spew out strings of incoherent rage while she was being treated. “Yeah, you should see the other guy,” Her body pivoted a bit in the general direction of the bay doors, or at least, where she thought they would be from here. 

A few blinks prefaced her eyes tracking him, already wincing at the idea of antiseptic or--well, anything touching her arm. It was throbbing, and stung like a bitch whenever it gently brushed her clothes. “No no, I can handle those,” her uninjured arm waved dismissively as she debated on mentioning what really happened. “It uh. May or may not be, from an alien tree-like creature.” It was hushed, as if admitting something deeper and darker to him. She stayed planted in her spot, unsure of where she might be pushed to next. 

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kmjohansen:

Karoline didn’t mean to be quiet; there were so many words in her mind, so many that never made it past her throat. Once, she’d been a chatterbox; always asking, always curious. But that was long ago, when there was a kind face to smile and answer her every question, or keep her talking. Henrik Johansen, her father, was long gone anyway and there was no point dwelling in the past. Except that’s all her mother did; that’s all she ever got to hear: how she had been the one at fault for such a great man’s demise, how terrible it was that she was the one to end up on board instead of him. She’d learned to silence every protest against that, to let the pain lodge at her chest and endure it as much as she could. If everyone believed she was at fault, how could she not?

She was slower than Callie in her actions. While the brunette was graceful with a knife in her hand, Karoline sliced through the veggies in slow motions, careful not to end up with a cut on her finger. She had to wonder, for a second, if she was actually helping or just slowing Callie down. Either way, she watched the way Callie cut them before following the same steps; slower, of course.

“It’s… something,” She shrugged. It wasn’t pleasant, that was for sure, but this is the place she’d ended up instead of literally anything else she could’ve done. People were the hardest to deal with, whether they had something nice to say or not. She’d still end up drained physically and mentally when her shift ended. Then she’d have to deal with her mother; or not at all if she didn’t go home. “I try to do things quietly so they don’t really see me, but… All people really care about is their food, I guess.” She added, instead of finishing her initial thought. Something nagged at her to try and carry on the conversation, but it took her a good chunk of a moment before she finally said: “You… look like you enjoy cooking…?” Her tone made it sound like a question, though it wasn’t meant to be that.

Karol’s tense air around her didn’t seem to dissipate at all, rather it seemed to grow. Glancing to the side with a reassuring smile, Caliie nodded slightly. “You’re a natural.” She had certainly seen much worse, some people around the ship just... Shouldn’t ever have a knife in their hand. Callie wasn’t the person to compare yourself to when it came to cooking; she could do all of it in a deep sleep, certainly.

Polite nodding followed each soft spoken word. “It’s true that some of them can feel pretty entitled. But don’t let them treat you badly,” her voice became gently stern, the kind a mother would use when telling their child to stick up for themselves. “The more they think they can, the more they will. Be polite, but cut into them.” It was probably odd coming from her, the girl who loves everyone. But she was never one to allow kindness to rule over her pride and well-being. Her smile had shifted to something being laced with mischief.

A half chuckle came out at Karol’s unintentional questioning statement. “I do. It’s something I picked up not too long after we got aboard. Mom said I needed ‘life skills,’ and I happened to enjoy it, I guess.” Cooking was a skill that could help people, and that’s probably where most of her joy came from. The happy faces of those she could feed, be it her family or the entirety of the Eclipse. “What about you? What do you enjoy doing?” There was a twinkle in her eye--excitement building up on having a real conversation with the resident door mouse.