#closed:rp

[lucy-b091]

Shore Leave: Closed RP

Lucy felt her shoulders sagged a bit. She didn’t know what the point of shore leave was, she didn’t get why they insisted on sending them somewhere. No doubt a reason being that there was, of course, a UNSC base nearby in case anything were to happen. And yet. It was quiet. Too quiet for her taste. Her eyes couldn’t help but look around the room as a couple of people sat on opposite ends. The occasional clink of a glass or the setting down of silverware, interrupting the peace of the room. She was supposed to be meeting Tom and Jorge before they were going to be figuring out what to do for the day. She looked down at her coffee now, lifting the fragile cup to her lips before taking a slow sip. 

Another sigh escaped from her, this time of the taste of the coffee and how it seemed to warm her up. She chuckled slightly. “No wonder, Mendez never went without it.” She thought before setting down the mug gently back down onto the small plate. Lucy scanned the room again when seeing no one she turned her attention back to her cup. A pale hand reaching up in order to pull up the light shawl to cover her equally pale shoulder. In a way, despite her feeling quite uncomfortable without armor covering her. She was at least going to try keeping herself from getting antsy. She looked over at a small tac pad set off to her right. After a moment, picking it up and typing rather quickly before hitting the sent button. 

[Sent to ‘JORGE’ 8:00 AM]: You better hurry up, or else I am drinking all the coffee.

[lucy-b091]

Rise and shine:// Closed Rp:

Deep in the dark sterile room of medical recovery A. Lucy felt her eyebrows scrunch together as a repetitive beeping filled her ears. It was annoying and caused her to let out a low groan. That damn beeping has been getting on her nerves for quite some time. But she couldn’ t seem to open her eyes to inquire as to what it was. She let out another groan, this time a little louder and increasing with her rising frustration of the what the beeping was. Despite every muscle of hers aching in pain, she slowly sat up. A hiss escaped from her throat. Instinctively, she reached up with a trembling hand and touched her eyes. That damn beep was getting faster as she paused feeling something soft that was keeping her in that state of confusion and darkness. She grasped onto it before pulling it off with that stupid beeping still ringing faster in her ears. It was when her eyes were free she finally had let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. With that exhale was when her eyes finally opened. 

Neon brown eyes looked around wildly before settling on her hands. Her hands shook with pain causing her to let out a small noise. That stupid beeping had settled back to it slow pace making her sigh. She swung her sore legs over the side of the too soft medical bed she was on. Bare feet touched the metal plated flooring making her momentarily flinch. She took another breath before starting to pull off little stickers with cords attached off and rose uneasily to her feet. The motion was so quick that it had knocked over a small tray littered with small medical instruments. It clattered to the floor, being the only noise in the otherwise dead quiet room. With that stupid beeping silenced, she sighs before letting out a quiet gasp. Her team. She wobbled a bit as she approached a thin curtain that was blocking her from seeing more. She brushed past it with ease before pausing once again. The beds on her left were empty, three slots to be exact. She furrowed her eyebrows, it said their names above the beds but they were clearly not here. What in the hell was happening? She pushed down her increasing panic when seeing a couple of things in their designated area were a bit...disheveled as well. An IV stand was laying on its side with the bag’s contents spilling onto the floor. Another medical tray spilled, a small display monitor was even on its side and cracked. It appeared... She wasn’t the only one out of bed. 

It was when she heard talking approaching the incoming metal locked door on her right, her eyes widened. Pulling down the gown she was in she turned on her heel and bolted. She was surprised as she had made it to the other door on the opposite end of the room rather quickly. Somehow, all without disturbing the others that still seemed to be in their beds, the beeping noise giving it away. Lucy knew how much trouble she would be in, but she IS going to find her team. The door slid open for her, no doubt used just a little bit earlier with how it was unlocked. Probably a nurse had forgotten about it to her relief... Lucy eyed the other door once more before starting to sprint once again as it, however, remained open as she had disappeared down the corridor. 

[lucy-b091]

Closed rp:// TRAINING

0000 Hours, Training room 1A UNSC INFINITY January 23rd, 2610 Military Calender:// What was it about an empty training room that was comforting? The lack of voices? Or the otherwise lack of people? She had already felt bare without the ATHLON-class Mjolnir’s protective shelling around her. But at least now, she didn’t have to deal with the presence of others. A slow breath left her while she cracked her pale neck. With the room to herself, she would at least be able to get out some much-needed training. Neon brown eyes scanned the room, figuring out what exactly it was she should try out first. Bingo. Her eyes fell on a punching bag that looked quite lonely by itself. A slight smirk crossed her pale features before the Petty Officer started to stretch her arms. The last few times she had been in, they were always occupied. She shook her head before cracking her knuckles. Just as quickly as the smirk had formed, it quickly disappeared before she let out a slow breath. 

Wham! The satisfying sound filled the air as her right fist collided with the bag. Her eyebrows furrowed in her concentration as she reeled back and launched forward once more. This time slugging the bag with a left hook. She watched it move and sway. She took a step back and repeated this process. Right, left, right, left. Lucy continued this pattern over and over. The sound reaching her ears only driving her more to land each punch. She didn't see how much time had passed. However, with the bag moving and swayed like it was about to fly off the chain at any given second. During this time she looked down at her athletic tape clad hands, blood was beginning to seep through the tape. She balled her hands into fists feeling her knuckles crack. She shook her head before taking some steps back to move into a different position. Bleeding knuckles cast aside, she got down on her hands and knees. Her shoes clanking on the metal floor panels in the process. She let out another breath before moving into a plank position. 

Staring at the bag that went back to its lazy and slowing swaying, she began a set of pushups. She had been waiting for this all day, she slowly lowered to the ground before rising up. She was content, her eyes momentarily closing as she let out a sigh. Thankful once again, that no one was around her. 

[lucy-b091]

Flings a rubber band her way, promptly pretends he doesn't know a goddamned thing about it. He's being playful for once!

@napsoldier Lucy was sitting in the recreation room sighing as she was reading over her next assignment via tablet. She barely moved as her eyes scanned the digital document. It was quite the easy assignment. Track and recon while with a team of Spartan IVs. She let out a slow breath biting her bottom lip. As long as the stuck to the heavily wooded areas it would A provide plenty of cover. And B keep them from being spotted by enemy forces. She set the tablet down on the small table in front of her before crossing one of her legs. She started to reach down for the tablet. That is, until, something small and rubber connected with her hand. She instantly pulls it back and looks around for the culprit only for her eyes to fall on a figure. Her eyes narrowed as she silently picks up the rubber-band. Pale fingers forming into a pretend gun, wrapping the band around it before pulling her thumb back. She watched as it whizzed through the air back towards the person who shot it at her. If they wanted to start with rubber-bands this Spartan will have a damn war. 

[sheenabrennan-blog]

Starry Night Open:

During the day the weather had been sightly cold, though in a blink of an eye night appeared and the temperature dropped dramatically. It may of caught Sheena off guard, she didn’t feel discomfort however even though her her nose was slightly cold and  herfinger tip’s a tad red. 

Being on call 24/7 was part of her job, a lovely golden retriever had had been in labour for a while, and of course their owner was concerned. She made sure Matt didn’t miss out on celebrating the new year besides helping seven puppies come into this world was far more important to Sheena than drinking alone by a fire.

She was on some sort of high, with all the happiness she was feeling; it was often a rare emotion for her to feel. Walking around the streets of sumner she hadn’t spotted many people, though she wasn’t concerned. Instead she couldn’t help but wonder about the puppies and how happy their Mother was.

She felt something land on her land, though it was slightly cold it didn’t feel too wet like rain, maybe it was snow she wasn’t sure though there was one thing that confused her. It was sad that the snow was slowly disappearing she couldn’t help but feel her happiness fade away.   

“It’s a lovely night no?” She asked more to herself but she didn’t expect anyone to respond as she stared up to the sky watching the star’s sparkle.