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@lachlangreene
Bloody idiot gave me crisps instead of chips.
I refuse to compromise my vocabulary. What kind of word is ‘fries’? Fries what?
Well I'm guessing it comes from fried potatoes but I could be wrong.
You might have to unless they get one of you guys on the staff rota... or you're going to end up with a shit load of crisps with your burger.
Bloody idiot gave me crisps instead of chips.
That kept happening to me when I first got here.
I think you're gonna' have to chalk it a loss and start using 'fries'.
Weather looks nasty today.
Oh the weather outside is frightful...
But inside it's so delightful~
Locker Talk // Lachlan & Joanna
Joanna’s head shot up at the voice behind her. She been so focused on the song playing that she hadn’t heard anyone come in. She turned slowly, observing the person who manage to catch her off guard.
"Oh, hello Mr. Green." Joanna smiled pleasantly and tucked the rest of her gym items into her locker. "I’m going and by the looks of it, so are you."
She faced him, leaning up against the lockers. She had heard a rather lot about the man growing up. His family was somewhat well known with their political ties. She had never met the the man before Heron’s Hope but her mother had worked a great deal with his family.
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
Lachlan made a face at the formality as he opened his locker and pulled out the sports bag stuffed inside. "Call me Lachlan, please. I've never been much of a 'mister' kind of guy." He dropped the sports bag on the bench next to his water bottle and laughed softly as he draped the towel around his neck, wiping the corner over his forehead. "Yeah, I'm pretty beat now. I was just going to jump in the shower then grab a bite to eat... you hungry?"
He glanced at Joanna, making it clear that the invitation to join him was open if she was prepared to wait. He liked Joanna, she was friendly and he appreciated her exuberant nature. He'd heard rumours about how she'd gotten onto the program... some nasty gossip about how it hadn't all been in her own stead. But Lachlan wasn't one for gossip and hearsay, he generally preferred to take a person as they were. Plus he knew better than most people how aggravating it could be to be judged by your family name rather than the person you presented. Lachlan would happily take Joanna's company over some of the other stiffs of Heron's Hope.
Firing Squad | Diane & OPEN
It was late and Diane was the only person in the firing range, which suited her just fine. At this point in her career daily firearm practice seemed almost redundant and unnecessary but Diane had the mindset that there was always more to learn. She was familiar with a variety of weapons due to her time spent in a militant group and later on the military, so using a weapon was like second nature to her now. It came as naturally as breathing almost.
Loading the clip into her 9mm Diane took the safety off and raised her arms, hands grasping the gun firmly as she quickly let off a few shots. Her aim was as accurate as it always was, hitting the target sheet dead center just as she had intended. Just as she was about to let off a few more round she heard someone enter from behind her. She wasn’t going to bother greeting them since she figured they hadn’t come there to chat but then she thought she heard something. Taking out the ear plugs she had in Diane turned and raised a brow.
"Sorry, did you say something?"
Lachlan had held back by the door when he'd spotted that Diane was already on the firing range. He hadn't really expected to find anyone else here, but he wasn't too disappointed. To be honest the silence of the room when no one else was there tended to creep him out a little. Something about the sound proofing made it feel smaller than it really was, claustrophobic.
He lingered just out of her line of sight, happy to watch her as she shot through her round, each one hitting it's mark. Lachlan whistled softly, impressed as ever by his superior's marksmanship.
"God damn," he muttered to himself. He started when she turned around, reacting to his comment which he'd meant only for himself.
"I said good shooting, commander," Lachlan said with a small smile. He wriggled his fingers at her in greeting, then deciding that may be a little too informal, he nodded his head sharply. Then he stepped past her to a free booth and began checking over his own weapon.
Hey little guy...
Fish don’t talk. If they did and one ran into a wall, I think it would just express pain or surprise.
That's not... 'Damn'. The fish says...
...Nevermind.
Locker Talk // Lachlan & Open
When Lachlan went to the gym, he tended to lose all sense of time. He didn't keep to a strict workout routine like he'd seen other people do, he just kind of went with what he felt like at the time.
Today was a day for cardio, five miles on the treadmill, push ups and squats, followed by a round of burpees just to ensure that he was nice and dead by the end of it.
Exhausted and sweating up a storm, Lachlan checked his watch. It was early evening, if he hit the showers now then he'd be able to grab some food and get to Briscoe's just in time for the evening crowds. Maybe he could get a game of cards on the go.
Wiping the sweat from his face and neck with a towel, he picked up his water bottle and downed the last of it before heading for the showers. The gym was largely empty save for a few other grunts lifting weights in front of the wall of mirrors.
Lachlan lifted his head to them in a passing greeting then stepped through into the changing rooms.
He paused when he spotted someone else in the room sitting close to his locker. They had their back to him and he wasn't certain if they'd heard him enter so as he approached he set his water bottle down on the bench loud enough to catch their attention.
"You coming or going?" he asked by way of conversation as he fiddled with the combination lock on his locker.
Teeth Chatter | Madison & Lachlan
The question was almost offensive. Who asks such a thing, really? She furrowed her brows, a small huff coming from her as she debated even answering him, but of course, she did. “What really is a people person to you? I am speaking to you after all.” She said simply enough, a hand rubbing against her shin before adjusting the legging. “However, I assume what you want is to know if I am social or not, and I am not a social butterfly, I do what is needed for my work, and move along.” She explained simply.
Field security. She seemed to be stumbling on quite a bit of security lately. “My name is Madison Ruiz, and yes I am in the Science department. I’m Doctor Jerome Kirby’s Assistant, however, I have yet to be able to go out on one of his expeditions. I prefer to do my work alone, and for now he is fine with letting me do paper and lab work.” She explains simply enough. “However, if you ever go out on your own, I wouldn’t mind a ride around by myself for landscape review and specimen collection.”
Hey, she had to put it out there. She had a specific curiosity of the red.. well thing, and she wanted to see if there was more of it, any where. What Kirby didn’t know wouldn’t really hurt him. She was smart enough to log it all in, and keep care of everything, and all contained. She was not going to take a risk and expose herself, or others to anything potentially viral, or worse.
Realising that he'd offended her, Lachlan held up a disarming hand. "Hey I didn't mean anything by it. You're driven I can respect that." Lachlan gave her his best wide eyed stare, eyebrows raised and lips quirked, his 'puppy dog' stare. It was the kind of look he tended to use on Laila too... though the success rate of said stare wasn't always one hundred percent. "Some people say I'm too much of a people person, apparently friendliness and professionalism don't go hand in hand." Lachlan shrugged.
"So you're not a social butterfly, cackling women and hollering men annoy you. But you like music. Is there anything else you like? Any kind of games? Pool maybe?" His eyes glanced to the pool tables across the rec room, secretly hoping he could coax her into a small game. He found people tended to open up a lot easier when they were doing something to distract them from themselves.
When Madison mentioned the possibility of going out alone, Lachlan shook his head. "Sorry we never do solo trips. There's always a minimum of two guards, more if it's a bigger party." It was too dangerous beyond the wall to even consider anyone going out without back up. Her eagerness for it caused him some concern and he looked at her, growing suddenly serious, a direct contrast to his previous easy going demeanor. "Don't go getting any ideas of sneaking out on your own ok? It's not worth it, trust me."
Teeth Chatter | Madison & Lachlan
"I suppose I just decided I prefer this spot as to any other spots in here." Of course that was the easy answer. You can’t just out right tell someone that you prefer to sit as far away from the crowd as you can. In order to get ahead in life you have to be a ‘go getter’ as they call them. Those are extremely social creatures, and if she were completely honest, she is not too far into the extrovert side of things. She can carry on conversations, and get her points across for work, however her personal life was far gone. She snuffed it out herself hiding away through college, really.
He continued on, so she motioned at the stereo. “Being close to the music is much more stimulating than being near the cackling of women, and horsing around of men.” She heard herself speak, and it sounded a bit rude, but it was too late to take it back now, and really why would she? It was true after all. Who really wanted to listen on what man looked better with their shirt off, or being disturbed when a man drunkenly howled out after they won a round of pool. Humans really were a headache.
Eyes followed to the window, a faint sound of the wind was noticeable from where they sat, but she knew it was ten times as loud on the outside. It was a bit wild, the weather here, but interesting none the less. “Ah; Security then, I assume?” She questioned the man.
It was then she took a moment to look him over. She’d never met him, not a shock, however, it was probably good she at least log in any information she could. You never know when you need a security or two on your side to let you out to sneak a few specimens from outside in; especially when alone and tiny like she was. She may be young, but she was calculating, and she knew what and who she would really need to befriend while here.
Being close to the music is much more stimulating than being near the cackling of women, and horsing around of men - Lachlan snorted inelegantly as soon as she said this.
"Wow you're really not a people person are you?" he asked, there was no edge to his tone however. If he was going to let the fact that someone wasn't particularly sociable or approachable deter him he'd have to strike off half of Heron's Hope. Lachlan was accustomed enough to stand offish behaviour from his partner Laila and he still hadn't given up on winning her round.
"That's right, Field security, the name's Lachlan. So what do you do? I know you're a science type but I don't think I've seen you on an expedition... not on one of my teams anyway," he said in reply to her question, following her gaze to the world outside. Her shifted to make himself more comfortable, bringing one foot up to rest it on the window seat and resting his elbow on his knee. She could well have been out on one of the other expeditions, but Lachlan tended to keep an eye on all of the faces going in and out. He was good with faces, when he saw one he tended not to forget it.
Hey little guy...
No, sir, I’m not.
It’s a very sensitive environment.
Ah come on it's a little bit funny.
Hey what'd the fish say when he swam into a wall?
Hey little guy...
I think I would be fine, Sir. I don’t have blood so it can’t sense me at all.
Good point.
Well have fun with... whatever it is you're doing. I'll see you around, mate.
Teeth Chatter | Madison & Lachlan
madison-ruiz:
Madison was in the midst of her 100 thoughts, as she usually was, while she settled with the heat blowing on her cheek. She really didn’t care that she had just moved the man away. Her shoe was clean enough, and why would she touch him? For all she knew he was dirty from who knows what. Her nose crinkled slightly, fingers suddenly felt as if she should go wash them. Twice.
An unknown voice perked her attention as she peeped her eyes open, blinking to adjust for a moment as she looked to the one she had just moved. Well, she didn’t mean to jostle him so much that he awoke. She nearly cursed under her breath before tucking fallen hair behind her ear. “Yes.” She answered simply, bringing both legs up on the ledge, bent at the knees as she wrapped her arms around them and placed her chin between the knees.
"You were in my spot. I adjusted you so you weren’t. Problem solved."
With a shrug of the shoulders, she leaned her head to the side a bit, looking at the stereo as someone messed with it to change the tunes. She’d never quite had the boldness to do that, but she had offered a suggestion or two when someone took too long looking for something to listen to.
Looking back to the other, her bottom lip curled slightly into her mouth as her brows furrowed, uncomfortable as to his attention on something she had done. “If you are tired, you should sleep in your room, anyways. The beds are better for your spinal alignment.” She spoke simply enough, giving a shrug before she forced her teeth to release her lip.
Lachlan watched her with faint amusement, a lazy smile twisting his lips. The fact that she moved him didn't annoy him, in fact he found the whole thing funny it was so bizarre. From her strange, matter-of-fact responses that were almost logical to the point of losing emotion, Lachlan wondered briefly if she was an android. But he was pretty sure that would be rude to ask.
He recognised her as a face from the science team, but he didn't know her name and had never spoken to her before now. Lachlan watched the way her attention darted to the radio as it was retuned then she looked back at him. She seemed anxious and uncomfortable, somewhat highly strung.
"When you say your spot... is there a particular reason why it's your spot? I mean it's a good spot don't get me wrong, I was having a nice time napping there... but I didn't notice anything overly special about it. Sitting here doesn't feel any different to sitting there." Lachlan shrugged casually and leaned back against the window, feeling the cool glass against the back of his head. "And thanks for the tip I'll bear it in mind... but my spine's pretty used to me sleeping anywhere. You don't get many beds out there." He jerked his head to indicate the world beyond the window, beyond the wall.
Teeth Chatter | Madison & Lachlan
madison-ruiz:
Who: Madison Ruiz and ?
What: Coming back with a specimen
When: A quite cold evening
Where: From the chilly outside, to a bit of a warmer rec room
Madison was quiet as she walked around a small perimeter she had set out for herself, barely outside of the open doors where a small patch of red was. It wasn’t even a full square foot, but she was curious what it was growing, right there, and as far as she could tell, right there only. With Kirby locking his door, and her lock picking skills clearly nonexistent, she would have to create work for herself that didn’t involve growing bored within ten minutes of it, or figuring it out just as quickly. Sometimes she almost wondered if she were over qualified for this job…
The wind was picking up quickly, so she finished up, shivering already as she sealed up the back and tilted her head at the heaviness of it. It seemed to be obviously plant-like, but it felt far to heavy to be one all the same. She assumed the dirt she took with it was just dense and ignored the fact as she covered up the hole she made as best she could. She didn’t like leaving a place in ruin. It didn’t look pristine, and that simply wouldn’t do.
After getting her things back to the lab, she hid it by the small cubby Kirby gave her by his office. If it could withstand being outside, it can withstand sitting there until everyone else is gone. She shivered again, rubbing her hands against her sleeved arms, the sweater not doing much good. Slipping once more past the others, who she was sure by this point has figured out to leave her be, she made her way quietly to the rec room.
Once there, she made a face at someone sleeping in her normal spot by the stereo. That didn’t deter her as she used a foot to slide them on down the window seat, as far down as possible and then after cleaning off her spot with a paper towel, she sat down and relaxed by the music; curled up where she felt a heat source blowing lightly against her cheek.
Lachlan hadn't intended to fall asleep, certainly not in the rec room at least, he had his own bed for that. He'd come in here looking for someone to chat to who he could hopefully lure into a game of cards or pool. Only the place had been virtually empty and the few faces there had been were either total strangers or people Lachlan already knew he had no hope of getting a game out of.
Normally something like that wouldn't be a deterrent to him, generally the more standoffish a person was the more he made it his personal mission to joke around with them, everyone's icy demeanor had a breaking point. But today he was just feeling too lethargic to put much effort in so he'd tucked himself away in a warm corner. One thing had lead to another and suddenly he was curled on his side and completely dead to the world.
He was woken up by the feeling of something prodding him in the side and nudging at him. It was annoying whatever it was, digging uncomfortably into his ribs and Lachlan grumbled and swatted at it.
Roused from his nap, he cracked an eye open to find a girl wiping down the spot he'd just been lying in, then she sat down. Yawning, Lachlan slowly uncurled his legs from under him and sat up. He peered around at the rest of the rec room, taking in all the empty spaces that she could have sat but chose not to.
He turned back to the girl, blinking at her quizzically. "Did you just... move me with your foot?" he asked, still not entirely certain that that had actually happened.
Hey little guy...
I’m serious. You never know what they’re testing on what.
Wait a minute, you're having me on aren't you?
You are, you're pulling my leg!
Hey little guy...
But you don’t know what they’re using it for. You could interfere with an experiment.
You're probably right yeah, lesson learned, I won't touch anymore of the experiments.
[nods his head, considering] Mercer. Thanks, I’ll check up on that. Wall duty is hell, man. I’d much rather be out exploring like you do. If you ever look back at the wall and see someone flicking you off, it’s probably me.
Thanks that's so nice of you, I'll be sure to flip you off right back.
Look into it man maybe she'll agree to take you out on some of the expeditions I mean way out here who else are they gonna' find? It'd be nice to have some good company out there.
Hey little guy...
That would be best, Sir. I don’t think any of us would want to see a fish eat someone.
Yeah... yeah thanks for your concern.
You be careful around that guy too. [He points to the alien fish.]
