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We were sitting at a redlight once and some cop pulled up to our left and was eyeballing my husband. So he looks over and asks the cop "Can I help you?"
The cop responds, "Just checking to see if you're wearing your seat belt." (Sure he was, while he's running our plates on his laptop)
My husband asks him, "Does that law apply to everyone?"
Cop, "Of course."
"Then 'click it or ticket', Officer," my husband points to him. That's when the cop looks down and notices he's not wearing his own seat belt. He gets all red faced and puts it on then tears ass out of there once the light turned green.
It was great. We laughing so hard.
The cop responds, "Just checking to see if you're wearing your seat belt." (Sure he was, while he's running our plates on his laptop)
My husband asks him, "Does that law apply to everyone?"
Cop, "Of course."
"Then 'click it or ticket', Officer," my husband points to him. That's when the cop looks down and notices he's not wearing his own seat belt. He gets all red faced and puts it on then tears ass out of there once the light turned green.
It was great. We laughing so hard.
That bra comment backfired. 
Yes, Henry is here and I'll be posting a CS soon. If anyone is interested in playing one of the characters in the kitchen, that would be cool.
Yes, Henry is here and I'll be posting a CS soon. If anyone is interested in playing one of the characters in the kitchen, that would be cool.
I don't know, I've had some favorites but eventually I get bored.
I want to know the story behind yours, Aza. I don't remember you with anything but that little devil.
I want to know the story behind yours, Aza. I don't remember you with anything but that little devil.
Not everyone can find a perfect, defining avatar.
Henry Graham
Age: 24
Position: prep cook/kitchen helper
Background: Born in a small Wyoming town, Henry was brought up in an bad household. His parents were abusive when they weren't neglectful, alcoholics and casual drug users. His father was white and his mother mixed Native and white but she grew up on a reservation. He was the second oldest of three kids. By the time Henry was fourteen, he was running away. He would stay with relatives until they got tired of an extra mouth and he hitchhiked. His attendance at school was poor and his reading and writing skills never got past the sixth grade. Henry was a bit better at science and math, at least with arithmetic, able to do sums in his head quickly. When his father started cooking meth, Henry helped, hoping to stay on his good side.
The years passed, Henry dropped out in of school his junior year and his older brother joined the military only to be kicked out in basic training for fighting. With his brother and father now running the show, he had less to do and started dealing weed to make his own money. The plan was to save up and get out of the pissant Wyoming town, maybe to Seattle or Denver. Henry saves enough to at least get his own apartment in Casper, selling weed and some meth out of it. His neighbor has a daughter, a fifteen year old who is well developed and likes Henry. She flirted with him, he shared some weed with her and eventually she goes with him into his place. When she’s intoxicated and stoned, he takes advantage and has sex with her. Eva told her mother who called the police and he was arrested. He eventually admitted to his crimes. Henry pled guilty to rape.
Sentenced to five years in Wyoming's State Prison for rape, where he was in the kitchen working most of the time. He learned to cook for large crowds and was let out early on good behavior. Henry is a quiet and rather nice guy, he has tried to better himself in prison and though imperfect, he tries to keep to the right path. Prison was not easy on him. Henry is not a tall or big guy and he was only 19 going in. To say Henry paid for his crimes in the biblical manner would be accurate. He hid out in the library when he could, refusing to join up with the gangs for fear they would make him their bitch. He got assigned to the kitchens and used smuggled food as bribes rather than having to pay in other ways. Henry worked hard and finished his high school degree as well as taking some entry level college courses. His dream was to go to culinary school and become a chef someday, hoping to put his past behind him. He was released early for good behavior and his probation including him visiting a psychiatrist to continue his therapy. Things were going well enough until the Change began to encroach. He moved to a small town that seemed to have an inordinate amount of restaurants and he soon discovered it catered to a military base there. He got a job working at a bistro nearby and was swept up in the final days.
Henry generally keeps to himself, usually found working hard with his earbuds firmly implanted. His off time is spent reading or playing video games, meditation, and going to his therapy sessions. He is worried now that he won't get to see his doctor anymore and in a way, relieved. It was torturous to bring up all the pain of his childhood and of the bad things he did but he also understood it's worth and how getting it out and understanding what made him the way he was helped him keep on the straight and narrow.
Personality: self conscious, anxious, insecure, regretful, repressed; dedicated, focused, generous, hardworking, tidy
Appearance: Tall and thin, with brown eyes and dark brown hair
Great post, Justric. I still find that whole virtual reality thing off putting, it's just too nice and I could see how people could want to linger there.
collab between idlehands and Dotcom
She was not much more than a girl, hardly old enough to drink let alone handle explosives. He nodded at her wave, his face blank at her cheerful greeting. His gray eyes looked her over, she was pretty in an exotic way, with a thick Spanish accent.
“Name’s Owen Reece, I’m the pilot you’ll be working under,” he replied, looking unamused. “Deli, is that like a salami sandwich with a pickle on the side?”
Deli beamed. “Touché,” she said. Then, “It’s a nickname.”
He turned to look at his tablet, tapping the screen, “Delilah Espinosa de Jesus Dominguez del Beltran. That’s a mouthful. Guess I’ll stick with Deli.”
Reece butchered the pronunciation, he had hardly use for Spanish growing up in the mountains. He looked back up from the notepad, “You haven’t had much experience, only just learning while on the Mountain. And yet, here you are.”
He cleared his throat loudly and gestured to the pod, “That is “Loretta” she is our ship, she will be treated like a grand lady. Now, look here. You were a last minute replacement, our man got himself hurt before we took off and none of us have worked together. One thing I want to have is complete trust among my crew. I don’t give that away, you gotta earn it, just as I gotta prove it to you. The one you call...Curmy, is Bill Cothran and I’ve worked with him longer than you’ve been wearing a bra. He’s earned my trust and I have his.”
Reece rubbed his hand down his short beard, “You got any questions so far?”
Deli stared at the older man for a second, studying him in a way that might have surprised most aboard the Copernicus even if they had recognized it for what it was, before shrugging and offering up a wry grin.
“Sure,” she said errantly. “How do you know how long I’ve been wearing a bra?”
She ignored the part about her inexperience. She figured he was right, at least relatively, and going into the sort of experience she did have -- playing with exposed wires and RC car batteries from early childhood, breaking into her father’s labs since puberty, almost two years’ unofficial military training from her brother -- would warrant questions she didn’t want to answer. Instead, she looked past him again, green eyes settling once more on the swollen curve of the mining pod. She smiled again, this time a bit more reverently as she moved closer to run her hand along the side, much as any young mother might admire her own pregnant belly.
“’Loretta,’” she repeated. “That’s nice. You should paint her name here.” Then she turned abruptly, eyes gleaming. “Or I could do it. It’d be fun.”
"I'll be taking care of the paint job, don't you worry," he said, eyeing her closely. Reece had a roguish sense of humor and while he would have appreciated Deli's flippance outside of the hangar, inside he was all business. "As for your bra, I'd guess less than ten years, not counting the three as a meaty ice cube.”
“Ten years and two months,” Deli corrected in that same light tone, though whatever slight tension that might have crept into her shoulders slipped away at his answer. “Or something. I dunno. I know I made mi mamá buy me one before my cousin’s wedding, and I was...eleven then.” She shrugged. “It was a training bra, but still.” She looked at the pilot again, her gaze once again going deeper than one might expect from her. “But I guess that doesn’t matter, does it? You and Curmy have known each other forever. Got it. Do you know why they put me with your crew?” she added as casually as she could manage. “I mean, if you and Curmy are already compadres para siempre, why add me?”
Reece winced and waved at her, “Alright, alright. I don’t need to know all that. Christ.”
He tapped at the notepad, "Says your Daddy's one of the uppity ups in the rocket program. Now, as for why they put you on my crew, I can only guess."
Deli looked away again, leaving half a moment between the word ‘daddy’ and her actual, physical reaction. In her pocket, her tablet buzzed, with a loud quacking sound -- something she’d preprogrammed into her tablet, because as far as she was concerned, normalcy was boring. She ignored the notification, though. She had a good idea of who it was from and what it was about, and she was going to avoid that as long as she could.
“He was,” Deli said, still studying the pod, though she’d lost interest by now. “He designed the fuel systems that power the engines. Something about perpetual motion or magic dinosaur bones or both. He got us on the ship. My brothers and me, I mean. He didn’t put me here, though, if that’s what you’re thinking.” She looked at him almost defiant, though her eyes still glittered with a smile. “I’m here because I’m good at blowing things up.” She grinned again. “Most of the time, it’s on purpose.” It was as much of a test as it was a joke.
Reece cocked his eyebrow at her but said nothing else. He was being hard but no harder than he had been on the young engineer. Conner had scored points with him by being able to bypass the day off and getting right to work. The fact he was cleaning up the mess left for him by the previous crew sat well with Reece. He would watch him and see how things progressed but it was a better start than he had hoped for. Now the young woman in front of him, his new demolitions expert, he could not test. Other than computer simulations of course, which were fine but it would not be like applying the real thing. That would not occur until they were out in space, perched on some asteroid. He looked at her pretty face, her smooth caramel skin and shook his head slightly.
"Whatever the reason, it is what it is. Once Bill gets here, we'll get started on some training programs. Shake off some of the cryocobwebs," Reece said, putting his notepad away. "Deli, I won't sugar coat it, I'm expecting you to fail but I'm hoping you don't. We need everyone out here on the top of their game."
He gave her a pointed look, his pale grey eyes on her dark ones.
His last words to her only confirmed what she’d already been thinking, but it made her laugh anyway, a genuine, surprised sound, and when she spoke this time, it was the most earnest she’d been since puking in the conference room.
“You sound like him when you talk like that.”
Reece glanced up at her laugh with a quizzical look, “Your Daddy? Well I’m old enough to be that. Alright, so, about your blowing stuff up. Let’s keep that for outside play, ok? I like having all my limbs.”
He hooked his thumbs in his belt and looked up at the mining pod, “The mechanic, Conner, he’s in there now working on her engine. We’ll let him be until Bill shows up and then we’ll do the grand tour. Looks like they made some adjustments since we left home.”
Reece looked at her out of the corner of his eye as they focused on Loretta, wondering what he was going to do about the situation. He was reminded uncomfortably of another bright young lady who had put her trust in him which had ended in the worst result.
Deli nodded once, reached into a pocket, and pulled out a neon green bandana, tying back her wild curls before turning back to the pilot.
"Sure thing, Cap," she said brightly, hitting a not-so-clean salute. "Right behind you."
He gave her once over and turned back to the ship, “Alright then.”
She was not much more than a girl, hardly old enough to drink let alone handle explosives. He nodded at her wave, his face blank at her cheerful greeting. His gray eyes looked her over, she was pretty in an exotic way, with a thick Spanish accent.
“Name’s Owen Reece, I’m the pilot you’ll be working under,” he replied, looking unamused. “Deli, is that like a salami sandwich with a pickle on the side?”
Deli beamed. “Touché,” she said. Then, “It’s a nickname.”
He turned to look at his tablet, tapping the screen, “Delilah Espinosa de Jesus Dominguez del Beltran. That’s a mouthful. Guess I’ll stick with Deli.”
Reece butchered the pronunciation, he had hardly use for Spanish growing up in the mountains. He looked back up from the notepad, “You haven’t had much experience, only just learning while on the Mountain. And yet, here you are.”
He cleared his throat loudly and gestured to the pod, “That is “Loretta” she is our ship, she will be treated like a grand lady. Now, look here. You were a last minute replacement, our man got himself hurt before we took off and none of us have worked together. One thing I want to have is complete trust among my crew. I don’t give that away, you gotta earn it, just as I gotta prove it to you. The one you call...Curmy, is Bill Cothran and I’ve worked with him longer than you’ve been wearing a bra. He’s earned my trust and I have his.”
Reece rubbed his hand down his short beard, “You got any questions so far?”
Deli stared at the older man for a second, studying him in a way that might have surprised most aboard the Copernicus even if they had recognized it for what it was, before shrugging and offering up a wry grin.
“Sure,” she said errantly. “How do you know how long I’ve been wearing a bra?”
She ignored the part about her inexperience. She figured he was right, at least relatively, and going into the sort of experience she did have -- playing with exposed wires and RC car batteries from early childhood, breaking into her father’s labs since puberty, almost two years’ unofficial military training from her brother -- would warrant questions she didn’t want to answer. Instead, she looked past him again, green eyes settling once more on the swollen curve of the mining pod. She smiled again, this time a bit more reverently as she moved closer to run her hand along the side, much as any young mother might admire her own pregnant belly.
“’Loretta,’” she repeated. “That’s nice. You should paint her name here.” Then she turned abruptly, eyes gleaming. “Or I could do it. It’d be fun.”
"I'll be taking care of the paint job, don't you worry," he said, eyeing her closely. Reece had a roguish sense of humor and while he would have appreciated Deli's flippance outside of the hangar, inside he was all business. "As for your bra, I'd guess less than ten years, not counting the three as a meaty ice cube.”
“Ten years and two months,” Deli corrected in that same light tone, though whatever slight tension that might have crept into her shoulders slipped away at his answer. “Or something. I dunno. I know I made mi mamá buy me one before my cousin’s wedding, and I was...eleven then.” She shrugged. “It was a training bra, but still.” She looked at the pilot again, her gaze once again going deeper than one might expect from her. “But I guess that doesn’t matter, does it? You and Curmy have known each other forever. Got it. Do you know why they put me with your crew?” she added as casually as she could manage. “I mean, if you and Curmy are already compadres para siempre, why add me?”
Reece winced and waved at her, “Alright, alright. I don’t need to know all that. Christ.”
He tapped at the notepad, "Says your Daddy's one of the uppity ups in the rocket program. Now, as for why they put you on my crew, I can only guess."
Deli looked away again, leaving half a moment between the word ‘daddy’ and her actual, physical reaction. In her pocket, her tablet buzzed, with a loud quacking sound -- something she’d preprogrammed into her tablet, because as far as she was concerned, normalcy was boring. She ignored the notification, though. She had a good idea of who it was from and what it was about, and she was going to avoid that as long as she could.
“He was,” Deli said, still studying the pod, though she’d lost interest by now. “He designed the fuel systems that power the engines. Something about perpetual motion or magic dinosaur bones or both. He got us on the ship. My brothers and me, I mean. He didn’t put me here, though, if that’s what you’re thinking.” She looked at him almost defiant, though her eyes still glittered with a smile. “I’m here because I’m good at blowing things up.” She grinned again. “Most of the time, it’s on purpose.” It was as much of a test as it was a joke.
Reece cocked his eyebrow at her but said nothing else. He was being hard but no harder than he had been on the young engineer. Conner had scored points with him by being able to bypass the day off and getting right to work. The fact he was cleaning up the mess left for him by the previous crew sat well with Reece. He would watch him and see how things progressed but it was a better start than he had hoped for. Now the young woman in front of him, his new demolitions expert, he could not test. Other than computer simulations of course, which were fine but it would not be like applying the real thing. That would not occur until they were out in space, perched on some asteroid. He looked at her pretty face, her smooth caramel skin and shook his head slightly.
"Whatever the reason, it is what it is. Once Bill gets here, we'll get started on some training programs. Shake off some of the cryocobwebs," Reece said, putting his notepad away. "Deli, I won't sugar coat it, I'm expecting you to fail but I'm hoping you don't. We need everyone out here on the top of their game."
He gave her a pointed look, his pale grey eyes on her dark ones.
His last words to her only confirmed what she’d already been thinking, but it made her laugh anyway, a genuine, surprised sound, and when she spoke this time, it was the most earnest she’d been since puking in the conference room.
“You sound like him when you talk like that.”
Reece glanced up at her laugh with a quizzical look, “Your Daddy? Well I’m old enough to be that. Alright, so, about your blowing stuff up. Let’s keep that for outside play, ok? I like having all my limbs.”
He hooked his thumbs in his belt and looked up at the mining pod, “The mechanic, Conner, he’s in there now working on her engine. We’ll let him be until Bill shows up and then we’ll do the grand tour. Looks like they made some adjustments since we left home.”
Reece looked at her out of the corner of his eye as they focused on Loretta, wondering what he was going to do about the situation. He was reminded uncomfortably of another bright young lady who had put her trust in him which had ended in the worst result.
Deli nodded once, reached into a pocket, and pulled out a neon green bandana, tying back her wild curls before turning back to the pilot.
"Sure thing, Cap," she said brightly, hitting a not-so-clean salute. "Right behind you."
He gave her once over and turned back to the ship, “Alright then.”
I want to see a sarcasm stand off between Doivid and Awson.
Doivid said
Oh there we go the avatar changed.I'm not even tryin to be old-timey with mine, I just put this on coz of popular demand. Also he was hot.
Not a bad face to be associated with.
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