𝕃𝔸𝕎 / 𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘

[jimmyhopper]

#rio being done with dean is big mood

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𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 !! just wanted to let y’all know that i won’t be around until sunday. i’m going a lil vacay with some friends to celebrate the end of the semester. i’ll miss u all, but pls don’t think i’m ditchin you guys :^) 

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tessa. 

the look on the opponent’s face when she spoke made her laugh and in turn when the cadet one thanks to her help the annoyance beginning to form made it worth it. “thanks,” tessa replied with a courteous nod and another slice of apple in her mouth. “i love spitting out random tidbits of knowledge and watching people be proved wrong.” her hands pushed the branches aside as she peered down to see to whom she was speaking. “what are you reading?”

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈 𝐍𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐋, knowing exactly the feeling she’s talking about. it brings him back to his own time as a cadet. often, he was underestimated, but that made it all the more SATISFYING proving them wrong. “art of war,” he replies before tossing the book up into the tree for her to catch. “you ever read it before?” 

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jolene. 

IT WAS HARD TO BREATHE; too many people were occupying the academy since the attack. extra students, extra instructors, extra faculty — it was becoming too much for jolene. she was sympathetic for their situation, sure, but walls felt like they were closing in and her chest felt that much tighter. finally finding peace and solace in the gym, only the gentle thuds of a punching bag becoming repetitive. that was tolerable enough, she thought, taking a seat on the bleachers. running a hand through her dark brown locks, she didn’t even process those noises were coming from an actual PERSON until she heard another voice speak. ‘’ hm ?  oh, n-no you’re fine, ‘’ she said, looking at him with confusion in her features. ‘’ have we met before ?  ‘’

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊, santi landed in a foreign place that he was supposed to call home. of course, it felt like the FARTHEST thing from it. so, yeah, he headed down to a local bar. maybe he had a little too much, maybe he ended up finding company for the night. that was supposed to be the END of that encounter. the question of familiarity, however, brought santi back to the night he had really forgotten all about. “uh, yeah,” he breathes, attention focusing once more on the punching bag. “the bar,” he adds, knowing that will be enough to jog her memory ( if his voice already hadn’t ). 

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bonita.

nothing   more  than   a   bothered  glance   was   given  before   the   gloves  were   snatched   from  the   other,   shoulders  rolling   as   straps  latched   on   to   fit   small  wrists.   “   si,   ”   a   one   -   worded   answer  was   given   before  a   smile   tugged   along  distinctive   features,   “   probaré  que   estás   equivocado.  would   you   like  to   keep   your  pride   ?   once   it   is   lost,  there   is   no   getting   it   back.   ”

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, readying himself for a potential brawl. “oh, c’mon, bonnie,” he taunts slightly, “tú sabes que no soy un tarado.” he loosens the tension in his shoulder, neck rolling slightly. “can’t we just call it quits and have lunch...for the sake of my pride?” 

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oliver. 

his mind sees fit to stop mid-run, distracted by the cup of coffee. christ, he would kill for a cup of coffee. anything to get him through the day. right. the task at hand. his eyes flicker back on up to santi, santi’s face. oliver finds his brow furrowing — it’s a compulsory reaction, at this point, something he can’t really control.  ‘  you feel like giving sparring a shot today? i’ve got some extra energy i need to do something with.  ’  he pauses.  ‘  class sessions were, frankly, shit. no one listened to a thing i said and it showed.  so i’m… pissed.  ’  the unspoken : and you’re the only person near that i feel has any shot at beating me.

𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 in response to his question, a devilish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “yeah, definitely need to blow off some steam,” he agrees, a slight frown forming at the rest of the statement. “same here. these fuckin’ kids. i mean, at least back...there,” he pauses, words drawing out at the mention of the old unit, “they gave a shit about what i said.”

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connor. 

“It is an open space,” the man said his accent thicker with every word, as the sound of metal slammed behind him, his eyes scanned the room till his eyes laid on the metal pole where he would do pull-ups for the next thirty minutes. “Why would it be reserved? Do we throw birthday parties here?” he said sarcastically.

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅, brows furrowing at the comment. he expected a general contempt from the cadets of the unit, but the instructors? that was a bit surprising. “we had training events in the gym,” he explains, pushing the gloves off. santi grabs a towel, wiping his face. “birthday parties would be nice though.” extending his wrapped hand, he offers a smile. “i’m santi, agent outlaw.” 

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evelyn. 

“ knew i could count on you, ” she joked, grabbing a pair of gloves and slipping them on. still—it’s been true since they were teenagers, and it rings true even now. jabbing twice and then finishing with a left hook, she shrugged as she shifted her position. “ fine, really. still getting lost time, but it gets better the longer we’re here. ” cadets are little snots gets a laugh out of her and a shake of her head. “ twice the cadets, twice the trouble. they get into so much shit—how are they supposed to graduate when they’re breaking all their bones? but, hey, if i remember correctly, you used to be just as bad. well, made some new friends, so, you know, the rest are alright. ”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐁𝐒 catch santi somewhat off guard. granted, he knew that the woman was tougher than nails. it had always been like that, even in high school. “yeah, guess it’s going take some time to adjust,” he admits while repositioning. “never thought i’d DISLIKE my job more until i got here. they don’t even respect me,” he sighs, but the last comment causes him to laugh. “i was skatin’ on thin ice back then...didn’t have the luxury of getting in trouble. some of these kids...they’ve got unlimited chances. y’know what i mean?” 

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fallon. 

☆ﾟ*·ﾟON OCCASION, FALLON needed a little bit of a release, a gentle way to keep herself calm. with her love of martial arts, she needed to remain as flexible as she possibly could be. that day, her hair was up in a high ponytail and her comfiest training clothes on. she’d headed to one of the gyms, finding everyone else practically invading the space. she grabbed her yoga mat and laid on the ground, beginning to stretch. hearing someone else’s voice, she lifted her head. “oh, no. should it be? did you want privacy? i’m just doing yoga. i kind of like the sound of your gloves against the punching bag, so i don’t mind if you want to stay.”

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘, gloves regaining speed once more. “i didn’t think so,” he admits, “never sure, though. facilities are a little bit different than the old unit.” he smiles at the final comment, the pace remaining as the oxygen pushes in and out of his lungs. “never really got into yoga. this is as close to meditation as i get.” 

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tessa. 

the brunette was perched in a tree in the courtyard during some downtime, which was rare for her, and kept sneaking glances down at a pair of cadets playing a game of chess. her combat boot clad feet were propped up on a branch as she peered down at them. “don’t do that. he’ll win in three moves if you do that,” she commented, slicing into her apple with a pocket knife and sticking it in her mouth. “or don’t listen to me. that’s fine too.” at this point she was just waiting for someone to tell her to ‘do something productive’ or ‘find something better to do’, but a moment of clam was nice for a change. 

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈 utterly useless. he barely knew the area, which meant he spent most of his free time in the academy. it was a beautiful day, so he managed to find a shaded bench where he could read art of war for the umpteenth time. hearing the voice from the tree, he eyed the chess game. “she’s right,” he agrees, placing the book down to get a better look at the game. “checkmate,” he referees, as the opponent knocks down king. “good eye up there,” he commends while peering through the branches. 

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bonita. 

boredom   coursed  through   the   agent  at   a   relentless  pace   ,   the   foreign   liaison  scurrying   through   different  parts   of   the   facility   in   order   to   free   herself  from   such   extremities.   stumbling  upon   santi,   well,  let’s   just   say   she   wasn’t  bored   anymore.   “   you  know   you   hit   like   a   ninita,   right   ?   ”  bonita   inquired,   voice  dripping   with   taunt  and   tease.

𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 causes santi to slow his pace down until he finally stops. pushing the gloves off his wrapped fingers, he massages his knuckles while resting on the punching bag. “¿golpeo como una ninita, eh?” he responds with a laugh. “¿crees que puedes hacerlo mejor?” 

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moira. 

          “by me, yes. you should take your things and leave.” her english dry humor was not lost on his ears. after all, the two had become fairly acquainted since moira had been left to serve her sentence in the academy. he was her equal, in many ways. crime ran through their blood, made them clever. stronger. invincible, the brunette liked to imagine. maybe they both did. “your swings are poor. getting tired already, are we?” the woman teased with a curl of her painted lips. “too bad. i’ve come to take a gander.” 

"𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍' 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔," he begins with a teasing tone, “i’d be crazy not to leave.” rarely did santi find a person in the academy that mirrored his personality and his skills. it was easy to pretend like he was the BEST, but moira might’ve been a little better. “just getting started,” he corrected, jabs flowing quickly as if to prove his point. “sure you don’t want to join? you could use a little work on your uppercut.” of course, he’s only kidding, but he’s always up for sparring with the woman. 

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oliver. 

it feels like his body is thrumming with a violent energy. oliver’s not even sure what’s got him so keyed up — a bad job, a fucked up class session, a poor private training session, getting chewed out for an admittedly half - assed report — it could be anything. oliver likes to purport himself as a restrained man, a calm man, a good man. but you don’t get to be an instructor and expert in melee combat if you don’t enjoy beating the shit out of someone from time to time. the universe is on his side today, at least, in spite of everything else : he passes by outlaw in the corridor. it’s a passing thought, but one he’s willing to grab at with both hands. he grabs the other man by the arm, grip loose.  ‘  hey. you busy?  ’     /     closed for @ovtlcws·.

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 the best day at work either. growing accustomed to the way things were done wasn’t a very simple task. in fact, santi had found himself stumbling around the corridors trying to find his way more than once. it made him UNCOMFORTABLE being out of control. cup of coffee in hand, santi barely gets a chance to take a sip before he’s greeted by the familiar face. “agent exitus,” he greets, setting the coffee down with a wry smile. “besides trying to figure out the hell this building works? no, i’m not. why?” 

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evelyn. 

she always dreamed of traveling beyond the atlantic, but she’d never imagined the first time she would go to europe would be on the back of a catastrophic tragedy. there was no joy in that; she was here to do her job, and her job she would do. when it really got to her, de-stressing took the form of a punching bag. “ don’t think so. you don’t mind sharing, right? ” she grinned as she entered the gym, relieved to see a familiar face. she’d found friends among the eurasian faction, to be sure, but there was still more comfort in solid bonds. 

𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 came clearly into focus, santi couldn’t help but let out a breathless laugh. pushing the gloves off his tightly wrapped fingers, he grabbed a pair of the focus pads. “not at all,” he assured. “in fact, i could even help you with your form.” he motioned to his hands, pads raised for her to hit. “how you been holdin’ up here? cadets are little snots, but the rest ── what d’ya think?” 

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lilah. 

hearing  the  familiar  tongue  almost  lets  her  lower  her  defense.  instead  ,  she  crosses  her  arms  and  gives  him  an  insincere  smile.            “  americans  –-  all  the  same  in  my  eyes.  ”  at  his  last  statement  ,  she  feigns  a  hurt  face.          “  pero  nos  llevamos  muy  bien,  ”  she  pouts.          “  i’ll  be  hurt  if  me  reminding  you  of  home  doesn’t  get  me  far  in,  ”  she  pauses  to  think.          “  sharpshooting  ?  please  ,  how  hard  can  it  be  ?  ”

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐋𝐘, demeanor remaining cool and calm. if he were a cadet, maybe the conversation would’ve escalated. but she’s his SUBORDINATE. if anything, he knows that she’ll have to work ten times harder than anyone else to gain his approval now.  “unlike running that mouth of yours, shooting requires skill. and more importantly, it DEMANDS patience.” he crosses his arms, eyes flickering to the watch hugging his wrist. “you may dislike americans, but you will give me respect. unless you’d like the next few months to be a living HELL for you. understood?” 

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lilah. 

she  almost  rolls  her  eyes  ,  but  she  knows  a  better  way  to  taunt  an  instructor.            “  why  ,  like  this  professor,  ”  she  drawls  ,  a  southern  accent  so  tacky  it  puts  all  of  her  previous  instruction  to  shame.            “  or  ,  like  this  ,  depending  on  where  you’re  from  –-  i  guess.  ”  her  accent  changes  immediately  to  a  flat  midwestern  accent.              “  it  doesn’t  matter  how  you  americans  speak  ,  it  all  sounds  stupid.  ”  a  pause.          “  professor.  ”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋 is somewhat amusing, which causes a slight smile to tug at his lips. linguistics, especially involving american dialects, were tough to acquire ( at least for him ). “hm,” he muses, his pointer finger resting on his lips. “well...algunos norteamericanos hablan así. we’re a very diverse place, not all english speaking.” granted, he only really spoke bits and pieces of spanish. his parents were fluent, but he had lost much of the language while away from home. “although, i take it you’ve got a knack for impressions. that won’t get you FAR in my class.” 

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𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 against the punching bag, air pushing in and out of his lungs with every jab. even though everything about the new unit felt different, all gyms and training areas were nearly the same. this odd familiarity proved to be a safe haven for the instructor. mind entranced by the monotonous rhythm of  the jabs, he barely noticed the metal clank of the door. “this space isn’t reserved, right?” he confirms, movements slowing.