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Post by nathaniel on Apr 29, 2013 4:57:37 GMT -8
Each breathe inhaled fresh air, the taste of it sweet and pure, nothing was disturbed and the surrounding aura just a blissful peace. Nathan stood admiring the statue, its figure erected from unknown origins and its purpose merely aesthetic, or so he believed. His eyes remained closed, the stillness of everything surrounding him putting his mind at ease to all burdens. Distant chirps gave the garden life that was visually vacant, the ponds splashing the only other reminder of any activity.
Alone stood the orange haired male, his body dressed in a fine black suit, his shoes to match with a polished shine. The scene was nearly surreal. The sun high above beating heat to heat the otherwise freezing earth into life, clouds absent but floating distantly. Nate enjoyed the spoils of his senses, his eyesight being his least favorite. With eyes shut, he let the others bloom, every noise sending a small shiver through his ears, fragrant lush wisps of rose wafted through the air, the light breeze spreading their wealth.
A very distant but powerful reminder of life outside of his prison. His own position in the grand scheme was vacant, his own exposure to the capture purely precautionary. He understood the need, he’d seen the violent Altered, but he also knew the potential of those who weren’t violent. A balance per say, but a risk society wasn’t ready for. Something he could agree to. Briefly opening his eyes to withstand the beauty of the court around him, Nate let a soft sigh escape his lips.
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Post by BONES on Apr 29, 2013 12:57:00 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,120,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background-color: #eaeaea; margin-top: -20px; border-left: #cdcdcd solid 1px;] " With words I've been betrayed, you respond and let them fade, and I just won't let you bring me down. You can see what I know and I know somewhere there's a sorry heart. " Woot. Finally I posted. /shot | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] LIAR, LIAR, DON'T CRY ON MY
SHOULDER, YOU PLAYED WITH FIRE
— christina grimmie
Sindala was exhausted. Between daily training, his daily duties and nightly escapades, there was little time for rest. And lately, it was taking a toll over him. Especially with this "Sinner" who kept on whining about his arm. It was tiresome. And his brother himself was a bit surpassed by the events, leaving him to deal with everything on his own.
Area D made the army and war seem like a walk in the park, if you asked him. He was at the end of his wits and was tired of the rambling of some of the JTF about regular humans being superior to altered, which often ended up insulting them with all the possible bird names they knew.
He himself kept silent, of course. If his thoughts about the altered were knew, he doubted he'd be even kept alive. Or he'd be forced to murder altered, which was no option either.
As he was requested to stay awake until dinner at least, Sindala had decided to visit the district of the Beauties. They had a lovely place with a ton of roses called "La Rosaire" (he had no idea why everything in that are kept on being called after french names). He liked nature and yet avoided the wilderness. If he had to be defined by some sort of category, he'd be a city person. Someone who enjoyed neatly made streets and having people around him.
Sindala remembered the first night they had been camping out with the army. He had not been able to sleep, shocked and scared by the almost silence that surrounded his tent. And the snoring of his companions had not helped. It took him a full week before he managed some decent sleep again.
Ah. Sleep. He needed to stop thinking about it. He was about to topple over.
And right when he thought that, he tripped over something and stumbled forwards, finding grip on some broad shoulders, crashing his nose in the back of someone's head.
He slumped forwards, closing his eyes and trying not to fall asleep. Quickly, he stepped back, swaying and finding a hold on a statue.
"My apologies..."
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Post by nathaniel on May 1, 2013 5:48:55 GMT -8
A bliss moment short lived but pure accident. Nate’s attention was quickly drawn away from the environment but a pair of hands on his shoulders, followed quickly by what felt like a head-butt, although poorly executed. Nate stumbled forward for a step, his hands instantly rubbing the back of his head as he turned. His eyes befalling the man responsible for the incident, a quick apology escaped his lips, but Nate’s opened up to laugh for a moment. He shook his head side to side in disbelief before putting his hand out to be shaken.
”None required, an accident I’m sure. I’m Nathan, and by the look of you, you’re not one of us.”
The poor man he laid eyes on was worse for wear than any put in here as precaution or punishment, his face drawn and tired, his eyes barely holding form under the weight of his work. Nate felt sympathy for him, he soon pointed to a nearby chair, offering an arm out to direct the injured man. More often than not he wouldn’t help the likes of those he assumed to be JTF, easily identifiable by clothes, stance and even attitude.
”Have a seat, let me have a quick look, although I will warn you that I’m no doctor.”
Nate remained standing, hoping that Sindala had taken his advice. He had some basic first aid practices, unaware that he was dealing with a medical professional, he was just hoping to help the man into better comfort. His own knowledge in the area easily underachieved as opposed to the man he collided with moments ago.
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Post by BONES on May 1, 2013 14:32:40 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,120,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background-color: #eaeaea; margin-top: -20px; border-left: #cdcdcd solid 1px;] " With words I've been betrayed, you respond and let them fade, and I just won't let you bring me down. You can see what I know and I know somewhere there's a sorry heart. " Woot. Finally I posted. /shot | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] LIAR, LIAR, DON'T CRY ON MY
SHOULDER, YOU PLAYED WITH FIRE
— christina grimmie
Sindala was too tired to actually stop himself from grabbing the arm of the stranger as if it was a life line. His pride had shut up and for once, he was human, a human that was exhausted to death and needed some sleep and mental relief. Where was Mina when you needed him?
Instead, he was leaning onto a man he didn't know. A fierce looking one, with long hair. A Dog? He couldn't say, his brain was too fuzzy right now. Sleep. Rest. It sounded nice.
Was he even safe? Who cared, because his body was ready to give up here, despite everything his brain could say and do. He needed strong coffee and a strong sugar rush if he wished to walk back to the base. But in all honesty, he didn't want to go home. If he could find a place to crash to cat nap for an hour or two, it'd be better. People wouldn't be asking questions then.
Had he been in good health and awake, he would've told the man that he was a doctor and that he knew the symptoms of fatigue and exhaustion as well as dehydration.
His lips and skin felt parched, reminding him how little he had eaten and drunken those days. When he had been tired in the army, his colleagues literally force fed him, or he would have collapsed. Here, no one noticed it as there were no other doctors - and Mina had his own troubles to sort out.
So Sindala sat down, leaning backwards, his head tilted back. But as that made his head only drum even harder in a headache, he straightened up.
Picking his glasses off his nose and rubbing both of his eyes, the doctor then looked up at his savior.
"Thank you...I'm really-" Bones yawned "-sorry about bumping into you. Usually I don't simply assault people like that."
A poor attempt to humor, but he tried to make sure the other one knew he was of no danger to him.
"My name is Sindala Dalal. Thank you, once more."
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