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This is Agent Washington signing... [KABOOM] Awww, what now?! Cpl. Freelancer Agent David Washington Known; David. Epsilon. Alpha. Church. Leonard. Epsilon. Director. David? Wash. Prev. Des. Recovery-One, Prisoner 619-B Team Blue {{jsyk wash has facial scarring™ & freckles}}

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gwisinx:

hyun ji turned back to look at the other. not often did she get people volunteer to help her train. ❞ unless you know taekwondo. ❞ she offered up. more so as an excuse for the other not to help. she didn’t mind training alone, she was used to it lately.

“-- As a matter of fact, I do.” It’d been compulsory training. Sure, he didn’t claim to be particularly good at it, but he knew enough to work with, and if there was one thing he was good at, it was bullshitting his way through life. “-- Squad leader was always the best at it but she made sure we could get by. What’s your skill level?”

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windwarricr:

izumi shook her head. ❞ sorry. i didn’t know how to make that not sound weird. ❞ she confessed with a small laugh. ❞ i was just walking by and i guess i spaced out a little. ❞ the laugh quickly faded as she plastered an apologetic smile on her lips. ❞ i’m sorry. just ignore me. ❞

“-- Hey, don’t worry about it. I mean, it doesn’t...really bother me, it’s just a little...weird. But hey, what is it the kids’re saying these days? You do you?”

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cloversred:

— ★ Being the superspy she was, Clover took note of the hand covering up the metal implant at the base of his neck, but didn’t press. She might’ve been a stereotypical dumb blonde, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew when not to be pushy. “ Very humble of you, ” she commended with a raise of an eyebrow. “ That’s a totally ! ” The gym was a fairly wide-open space, full of corners covered in mats for them to mock up fights on. “ So, ground rules, ” she continued as she began toward one of the unoccupied spaces, taking a seat on the mat and taking her shoes off. As she spoke, she actually changed shoes, from baby pink-and-blue running sneakers to solid red high heels. “ No biting, no hair pulling. Don’t kick at my feet, because these are so not the shoes I normally fight in, and I don’t feel like nursing a rolled ankle just after I got here. ” Standing straight and tall, she was now eye-level with the other rather than half a head shorter. Putting her hands on her hips, she smiled broadly at him. “ I’m Clover. Probably should get on first-name basis with ya before we go trying to pin one another, ” she finished with a light laugh. “ Do you normally have a safety word you use when sparring ? ” The girls were all taught the same one during WOOHP training - bracelet - so as to know when to let up when the other was ready to give.

Wash let out a small chuckle and followed her over to the sparring mat, unwrapping his hands as he went -- sparring was practice, and practice meant not grievously injuring one another. Her change of shoes was a little...uh...hm. As such, he was a little preoccupied with thought while she laid down her ground rules and introduced herself and brought up the safety word. “-- ...Washington. ...Uh, yeah, no, sorry, we don’t allow high heels on the mats; it can damage the padding and...well, it ain’t pretty. Sorry about that, but they’re gonna have to...wait, hold up, did you just say safety word? I...am...immediately concerned.”

What the fuck? What the f u c k? Sparring was practice, what the f u c k?!?! Even back at PFL the only times people’d gone hard enough that a safety word might’ve come in handy was when they were doing it to deliberately hurt each other, what the fUCK!??!? “-- Trust me when I say you should not need a safety word for sparring, the whole point is that you’re practicing things so you don’t get hurt when you try it for real, what the fuck, I’m so concerned...? Are you okay?”

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sunnylittledragcn:

In terms of painting, the most experience Yang had with the activity was from school and art class. When she painted her arm - made it her own - it was with a can of gold spray paint her dad helped her buy. Wash made a point though, and she nodded along. “ Makes sense. I used aerosol last time, ” she agreed. “ Just uh - Yeah. Got in some scuffles between then and now. ” She was oddly self-conscious about talking about her fighting suddenly. He didn’t seem like much the fighting type, and she didn’t want him to think badly of her. With a little puff of breath, she blew a stray strand of blonde hair from her face. “ Maybe I’ll just repaint it a little later. ” Looking at her arm with a more critical eye, she was beginning to grow a bit soft for the scratches and chips. “ I don’t think I can take this all apart again, ” she finished with a little laugh.

He was, in fact, the fighting type, having been the fighting type since the Cecil Kyle Incident™ when he was what, nine or whatever? And then he’d joined the UNSC and literally fought all day every day ever since, scarred and tired and bruised knuckles and bared teeth as he hit the ground and got back up and returned the favour and did it all again. He’d had the opportunity to stop time after time, and yet, here he was, in Magnolia...a personal trainer and fighting instructor -- he’d say it was almost as if he didn’t know how to do anything else but it was way too on the nose for it to only be ‘almost as if’. Still, he digressed, as he was not psychic and therefore did not know that that was going through her mind.

“-- I get it,” was his response to the scuffles comment instead, being as he was utterly prone to cryptic one-liners. “-- I get that too,” was his other response, this one to the taking apart of the arm, also letting out a little huff of laughter. “-- I mean, nothing’s stopping you from covering up the scuff marks with stickers and stuff, right?”

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nancy-itslocked-drew:

She shrugged carefully. “Bad habit. I tend to find things that most people turn away from, whether I want to or not.”

He knew the feeling. “-- Let me guess, trouble finds you so you figure you might as well try and take care of it before it finds anyone else?”

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peacemckers:

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        {{ categorisation xoxo

Honestly, Wash was so fucking grateful for having been hired on at the gym as a personal trainer. Literally so fucking grateful. Why? It meant near-continuous access, a useful and important thing for a guy whose…yeah, let’s not go into how…put simply, we saw a manifestation of the inside of Wash’s head one time and it wasn’t pretty. The point is, gym access meant he could do other things, when cats just wouldn’t cut it. And here he was. Being majestic and space-marine. In the gym.

The blows that he landed on the punching bag didn’t falter when footsteps neared. All he did was grunt out a, “– You here to watch or join?”

Wynonna was angry. Not a feeling she was unfamiliar with, but strange nonetheless, because she was angry at everything and nothing in particular. Rationally, she knew it was no one’s fault her life sucked majorly, and she knew it had been her own decision to give up her baby to protect her, yet, she couldn’t help blaming the universe and detesting everyone around her who was happy.

She needed to blow off some steam, she decided, and that was how she found herself at the gym. Usually, she would have hit up a bar or a night club, drink too many shots and end up warming the bed of some guy she would never see again. That was a fine solution too, but right now she felt more compelled to beat up something, someone, anyone.

Raising an eyebrow at the guy and his flippant question, Wynonna said, “Join.” She was not a fighter exactly, more of a gunslinger, but hey, she could hold her own if it came down to it. “But the eye candy doesn’t hurt,” she added, her smile somewhere between teasing, flirty, and just simply mean.

Wash put his hand out to still the punching bag at her response, ready and willing to get back to work. Alright, Wash, he told himself, time to be a human again. You can do this, Wash. You got this.

He turned to face her with half a smile on his face (just because it didn’t reach his eyes didn’t mean it didn’t count), and approached her, scooping up his water as he went, with an easyish retort, “-- Y’know, it wouldn’t be the first time. What’re you thinking?”

[onceuponamusing]

      I haven’t LOST my  m i n d …

                          I know  e x a c t l y  where I LEFT it.

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supersonicprinccss:

ofalltimc:

        {{ categorisation xoxo

Honestly, Wash was so fucking grateful for having been hired on at the gym as a personal trainer. Literally so fucking grateful. Why? It meant near-continuous access, a useful and important thing for a guy whose…yeah, let’s not go into how…put simply, we saw a manifestation of the inside of Wash’s head one time and it wasn’t pretty. The point is, gym access meant he could do other things, when cats just wouldn’t cut it. And here he was. Being majestic and space-marine. In the gym.

The blows that he landed on the punching bag didn’t falter when footsteps neared. All he did was grunt out a, “– You here to watch or join?”

Coco was, admittedly, a total glass cannon. Able to dish out the hardest hits with her gatling gun but not the best at taking them. It worked well with her team but alone? Well, maybe they might have climbed a little higher at the Vital Festival if she could handle a little hand-to-hand better. With her suitcase at her side, Coco waltzed into the gym. It wasn’t really her style but this seemed to be the only place to train.

At the man’s question, Coco lowered her sunglasses for a moment to check him out. Way too old for her, but she could still enjoy the view. “As tempting as the show is, I’ll have to go with the latter.”

A small huff of laughter came out through his nose and the back of his throat in the form of an airy ‘heh’ as he put his hand out to still the punching bag. “-- Well, alright, then,” said he, turning towards her and taking steps over while he took sips from his water bottle. Upon reaching her, he continued to speak, “-- Washington. I work here. What’re you looking for?”

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courvoiisier:

ofalltimc. 

        {{ categorisation xoxo

Honestly, Wash was so fucking grateful for having been hired on at the gym as a personal trainer. Literally so fucking grateful. Why? It meant near-continuous access, a useful and important thing for a guy whose…yeah, let’s not go into how…put simply, we saw a manifestation of the inside of Wash’s head one time and it wasn’t pretty. The point is, gym access meant he could do other things, when cats just wouldn’t cut it. And here he was. Being majestic and space-marine. In the gym.

The blows that he landed on the punching bag didn’t falter when footsteps neared. All he did was grunt out a, “– You here to watch or join?”

       sebastian isn’t one that typically likes going to the gym. he’s athletic, sure, but he prefers playing sports compared to doing much else. regardless, he’s here because he wanted to use the treadmill for a while. granted, he hasn’t been at this gym for a long time since he finds himself wandering around. he spots a familiar guy punching a punching bag, & steps closer. when his presence goes recognised, he lifts a hand to represent he comes in peace, although he doubts the man can see it from where he’s standing, “ nah, just watching. ” 

Oh. Wash recognised that voice. It was the guy that’d helped him out when he first got here. Wash stepped back from the punching bag to reach for his water, turning somewhat to face the other with a slightly amused scrunch to his nose that crinkled around his scars. “-- I mean, if you’re just here to watch, you could always hold the bag. I’ve been told the view’s better from there.”

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task #6

{{ bc this is just who i am, i put the Actual Information in subscript, with the information he’d put down whilst in magnolia put as usual

{{ also like. wash already works at the gym as a physical trainer and fighting instructor, and he also volunteers at the animal shelter, i just like...wanted to do it anyway i guess? mostly bc redacted bars are fun

RESUME FORM:

Name: David ████ ███  // David Washington Age: 31 Address: Unit 4 Apt. 9 Education Level: high school drop-out Place of Education: ███████ ██ ███, Iowa Skills and Qualifications:

1 Trained in electronic reapplication and further applications

2 Sufficiently trained in pole dancing

3 Highly trained in various fighting styles

4 Highly trained in various weaponries

5 Trained in the usage and understanding of artificial intelligence

Key Skills:

1 Quick thinker

2 Excellent memory

3 Rapid acquisition

4 Adaptable

5 Quick reflexes

Past Job Experiences:

1 Head Training Officer at Federal Army of Chorus / New Republic of Chorus // ████ █████ at United States Marine Corps

2 Agent Washington at Project Freelancer, UNSC

3 Corporal at UNSC Marine Corps

Leadership Activities:

1 Drill Sergeant for various ragtag groups of soldiers

2 Leader of Blue Team from (formerly) Freelancer Simulation Outpost Blood Gulch // Leader of Blue Team █████████████████████████

Community Service:

1 Volunteer at animal shelter

Awards and Acknowledgements:

1 Able to reload, aim, and fire a battle rifle accurately even while being exploded - MVP award

2 Has been blown up and left for dead more often than he’s ever said the words ‘of all time’. Says ‘of all time’ a lot. - survivalist acknowledgement

[pacifixing-blog]

“Hey, we talked about threatening my life, remember? You’re not supposed to do that anymore.” “I could not give less of a shit, at this point, Church.”

AU where alpha survived the “emp” and became wash’s AI and now everyone has to put up with this shit 24/7

[actualwashington]

Agent Washington + Names.

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nobird:

     “There is no depth about it, sir. Is it not natural for one to question new terrain, especially if it is an unfamiliar place inhabited by unfamiliar, even supernatural beings? I see many who have grown very fond, and have found a new home in this—– ‘Magnolia’. But for better or for worse, I am reluctant to— unable to.”

“-- I know the feeling,” was Wash’s response to that, always with the cryptic one-liners. He couldn’t leave it there, though, and after a long moment, he continued; “-- ...There’s a difference between making a place your home and making do with what you’ve got, though. A lot of the people here don’t exactly have anywhere else.”

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gwisinx:

— categorisation xoxo

Honestly, Wash was so fucking grateful for having been hired on at the gym as a personal trainer. Literally so fucking grateful. Why? It meant near-continuous access, a useful and important thing for a guy whose…yeah, let’s not go into how…put simply, we saw a manifestation of the inside of Wash’s head one time and it wasn’t pretty. The point is, gym access meant he could do other things, when cats just wouldn’t cut it. And here he was. Being majestic and space-marine. In the gym.

The blows that he landed on the punching bag didn’t falter when footsteps neared. All he did was grunt out a, “– You here to watch or join?”

hyun ji opened her mouth to snap back, pausing for a second to rethink. she was watching but unintentionally. ❞ n-neither. ❞ she called, arms folding over herself as she stopped walking. she was just passing by, looking at everything as she went to her own spot to practice her own thing. frowning as she turned away.

“-- Well, alright, then. You need any help?” Just because he wasn’t on the clock right now didn’t mean that he stopped like, y’know, working there. At the gym. As in he was still a personal trainer, still a fighting instructor, and still a legitimate space marine (even if the UNSC wouldn’t even exist for another 146 years), so like...it wasn’t like he couldn’t offer any assistance. May as well offer, right?

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cloversred:

ofalltimc:

        {{ categorisation xoxo

Honestly, Wash was so fucking grateful for having been hired on at the gym as a personal trainer. Literally so fucking grateful. Why? It meant near-continuous access, a useful and important thing for a guy whose…yeah, let’s not go into how…put simply, we saw a manifestation of the inside of Wash’s head one time and it wasn’t pretty. The point is, gym access meant he could do other things, when cats just wouldn’t cut it. And here he was. Being majestic and space-marine. In the gym.

The blows that he landed on the punching bag didn’t falter when footsteps neared. All he did was grunt out a, “– You here to watch or join?”

— ★ Despite just showing up in Magnolia - no reason, no Sam or Alex; no way to contact to Jerry - Clover was making it along, finding her new little life entertaining enough. Her apartment roommate was feisty, her bank account never seemed to be empty, and there were plenty of places to burn away her time. The gym was the place she could be found most often, keeping her spy skills sharp. Sparring with others, though, wasn’t really her thing, even with guys that had a nice jaw and could probably break her over her knee (just an observation, get your mind out of the gutter, gross, she fought against guys like that most often !). “ Weird way to ask if you want a sparring partner, ” she quipped from over his shoulder. “ Don’t know if you can take me though, tough guy. I might hurt ya. ” She was being cheeky, trying to be cute, because she always found that to be a good way to make friends.

Wash’s hand flew up to the back of his neck as he covered the implant site at the base of his skull, using the other to still the punching bag. What was she, a fucking ninja? He turned, though, letting his hand drop as soon as his neck wasn’t in her line of site, and rolled his shoulders easily. “-- You might,” he agreed, unabashed to say so (Carolina hadn’t looked like much, under her armour-- waIT HE DIDN’T MEAN IT THAT WAY--) “-- Is that a no?”

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nancy-itslocked-drew:

Nancy’s ears perked up at the warning. Good, so there was still something interesting waiting for her. “Careful? Why? Is there something going on?”

A frown. “-- Depends on who you ask and what you’re willing to believe, I guess. You’re curious.”

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coffeebvn:

—categorisation xoxo

Honestly, Wash was so fucking grateful for having been hired on at the gym as a personal trainer. Literally so fucking grateful. Why? It meant near-continuous access, a useful and important thing for a guy whose…yeah, let’s not go into how…put simply, we saw a manifestation of the inside of Wash’s head one time and it wasn’t pretty. The point is, gym access meant he could do other things, when cats just wouldn’t cut it. And here he was. Being majestic and space-marine. In the gym.

The blows that he landed on the punching bag didn’t falter when footsteps neared. All he did was grunt out a, “– You here to watch or join?”

velvet was quick to stop walking when the other spoke out. though the faunus didn’t know if it was even directed at her, if it was and she didn’t say something back, that’d be a little awkward. her face slightly red as she shook her head. ❞ o-oh. i was just, i wasn’t. ❞ quickly closing her lips before shaking her head. ❞ i’m just gonna go. ❞ the faunus muttered before turning around.

Putting his hands out to still the bag, Wash walked over to where his water was, self-consciously covering the implant site at the base of his neck as his eyes flickered towards the girl. (...Who the heck wore bunny ears on an ordinary day?) “-- You don’t have to, it’s a free country. I mean, unless you wanna. Up to you.”