Hey, nice post Vivid!
Also, to do with the journey at the beginning of the mission, I can't particularly think of anything of consequence that could happen. Same old, same old, really. Maybe just making some snippet of a reference to Kenna looking unsteady or struggling with something because of her height (or lack of). Usual stuff, nothing of massive importance~
I'm still really excited for this mission, I can't even. Am I just being a mega dork about this or what?
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Sorry it took a while, been having a bit of trouble getting the writing flowing, but at least I got something down. Whoot!
Ever so excite for this mission though~
Sorry it took a while, been having a bit of trouble getting the writing flowing, but at least I got something down. Whoot!
Ever so excite for this mission though~
Each time Church opened his mouth, Kenna felt an extra pound of guilt settle in her stomach. True, he said his accusations with a wry smile and a light tone, but being late to her first mission made her feel especially lousy. Hi! I’m Kenna, I’m new to one of the most reputable sectors in Sundown, but I can’t complete a sentence without stuttering, I break down in front of fellow members – oh! And I’ll be late to my first mission. Good luck with that!
She winced at her own thoughts. She shouldn’t be reverting back to that negative way of thinking already! She had just done so well, laughing with Henry like a normal person without much worrying, but now that she was with a group she was automatically slipping into that old rut. With the first mission soon to commence, Kenna couldn’t risk being distracted by such menial things – She was late, she got berated, end of discussion. Learn from your mistakes and all that, she just had to be careful not to be late again.
If only she could tell herself that in a way that would make her believe it.
Back when they were in Sector N together, Kenna never really understood Sonia’s nicknames for people (or the more recent ‘Church Kitty’ comments) but now, Kenna could fully understand why the girl had labelled her with the ‘Negative Bunny’ tag. She couldn’t say she agreed with the nickname, but Kenna could see where Sonia was coming from.
When the data-pad got passed around to her after Klaus, Kenna read it fully – twice – before passing it on to the next person, torn between apprehension and anticipation for the upcoming mission. It didn’t make sense to Kenna, the very concept of religion, it seemed... far-fetched. The belief that some greater being is responsible for all existence seemed dubious at best. However, she wasn’t one to scorn it. She felt envious of those able to have that faith to the extent that the existence of the greater being grants them a sense of safety, of comfort. She wished she had something like that, a proverbial safety-blanket.
Despite her not-scorning rule, Kenna had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at the thought of immunity to the Servitutem formula being a gift from God. Kenna wasn’t especially smart or anything, and she didn’t understand half of it, but she knew that immunity was gained solely by genetic and scientific means. Or, at least, that’s how she understood it. Still, that’s extremists for you.
As she read, a phrase on the data-pad stuck out to her – ground level.
Kenna hadn’t been on real ground for more than six months, the last time being just before she took to the rooftops in search of the Runners. Weirdly enough, despite how much she loved being a part of Sundown, Kenna was looking forward to being on real solid ground again. It’d been a while, longer than she had ever thought. It seemed odd now, to think that being on solid ground would be such an unfamiliar thing to her when it’s something that she experienced every day as a Wage Slave. Then again, she always said that life as a Wage Slave could hardly be considered living. Runners gave up a lot, sure – c’mon, hot chocolate was considered a delicacy! – but Wage Slaves gave up their freedom. Was it worth being a mindless non-entity if it meant she believed she was happy? Were the Runners any better, having freedom yet being faced with hardships? Neither seemed especially desirable, but that’s life she supposed.
Church’s warning stuck out to her, drawing her away from philosophies. She hadn’t thought about the differences in altitude or the effect that would have on the oxygen levels. Slow and sluggish? Kenna already feared her performance with the new sector, never mind when her limited skills were hindered! She just had to try harder, that’s all. Make that extra effort, take extra care. The rest of Sector V knew that she was young and inexperienced, so they’d probably cut her some slack, right? Like what Henry had said to her – they’d be disappointed if they knew that she thought she could disappoint them. They’re bound to be as accepting as Henry, so she had nothing to worry about. Right.
But her hands were shaking. Different from when she was having an attack, this time purely from nerves. The kind of nerves that you’d get before an important meeting, or when trying something new. This is all it was. Kenna was trying something new, going on her first mission as a part of V. No worries. Okay.
“So... I don’t want to see any acrobatics on the way down, okay? You aren’t going to be able to maintain it. If you’re in trouble, call for me: Otherwise, keep it simple.”
That lessened the knots of worry in her stomach and Kenna felt herself relax slightly. At least there was no pressure to do anything flashy, and Church had offered his help to those who needed it so he’d hardly belittle anyone who took him up on his offer. The thought comforted Kenna to the extent that she had to hold in a rare snort of laughter – as if she could perform any acrobatics anyway!
Acacia joined them and Kenna felt herself relax just that little bit more. It may be a bit more underhanded than she was used to, but Kenna was glad that she wasn’t the last one to arrive. Even so, she greeted Acacia with a glance in her direction and a brief wave.
As the tension coiled in her muscles dissipated, Kenna felt her excitement for the dawning mission increase. It would be rough, being on ground level, and it’d probably get a little hairy at times, but Kenna was looking forward to the opportunity. She could run, taste that freedom, and hopefully be of some use to her Sector. Maybe her timid personality could come in handy. If she tried hard, then the no doubt down-right lousy expectations of her performance could be beaten and she could prove herself to be better than her Sector had anticipated.
At the end of the day, Kenna was a Runner, a part of Sundown. And she was no less competitive than the rest of them.
She winced at her own thoughts. She shouldn’t be reverting back to that negative way of thinking already! She had just done so well, laughing with Henry like a normal person without much worrying, but now that she was with a group she was automatically slipping into that old rut. With the first mission soon to commence, Kenna couldn’t risk being distracted by such menial things – She was late, she got berated, end of discussion. Learn from your mistakes and all that, she just had to be careful not to be late again.
If only she could tell herself that in a way that would make her believe it.
Back when they were in Sector N together, Kenna never really understood Sonia’s nicknames for people (or the more recent ‘Church Kitty’ comments) but now, Kenna could fully understand why the girl had labelled her with the ‘Negative Bunny’ tag. She couldn’t say she agreed with the nickname, but Kenna could see where Sonia was coming from.
When the data-pad got passed around to her after Klaus, Kenna read it fully – twice – before passing it on to the next person, torn between apprehension and anticipation for the upcoming mission. It didn’t make sense to Kenna, the very concept of religion, it seemed... far-fetched. The belief that some greater being is responsible for all existence seemed dubious at best. However, she wasn’t one to scorn it. She felt envious of those able to have that faith to the extent that the existence of the greater being grants them a sense of safety, of comfort. She wished she had something like that, a proverbial safety-blanket.
Despite her not-scorning rule, Kenna had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at the thought of immunity to the Servitutem formula being a gift from God. Kenna wasn’t especially smart or anything, and she didn’t understand half of it, but she knew that immunity was gained solely by genetic and scientific means. Or, at least, that’s how she understood it. Still, that’s extremists for you.
As she read, a phrase on the data-pad stuck out to her – ground level.
Kenna hadn’t been on real ground for more than six months, the last time being just before she took to the rooftops in search of the Runners. Weirdly enough, despite how much she loved being a part of Sundown, Kenna was looking forward to being on real solid ground again. It’d been a while, longer than she had ever thought. It seemed odd now, to think that being on solid ground would be such an unfamiliar thing to her when it’s something that she experienced every day as a Wage Slave. Then again, she always said that life as a Wage Slave could hardly be considered living. Runners gave up a lot, sure – c’mon, hot chocolate was considered a delicacy! – but Wage Slaves gave up their freedom. Was it worth being a mindless non-entity if it meant she believed she was happy? Were the Runners any better, having freedom yet being faced with hardships? Neither seemed especially desirable, but that’s life she supposed.
Church’s warning stuck out to her, drawing her away from philosophies. She hadn’t thought about the differences in altitude or the effect that would have on the oxygen levels. Slow and sluggish? Kenna already feared her performance with the new sector, never mind when her limited skills were hindered! She just had to try harder, that’s all. Make that extra effort, take extra care. The rest of Sector V knew that she was young and inexperienced, so they’d probably cut her some slack, right? Like what Henry had said to her – they’d be disappointed if they knew that she thought she could disappoint them. They’re bound to be as accepting as Henry, so she had nothing to worry about. Right.
But her hands were shaking. Different from when she was having an attack, this time purely from nerves. The kind of nerves that you’d get before an important meeting, or when trying something new. This is all it was. Kenna was trying something new, going on her first mission as a part of V. No worries. Okay.
“So... I don’t want to see any acrobatics on the way down, okay? You aren’t going to be able to maintain it. If you’re in trouble, call for me: Otherwise, keep it simple.”
That lessened the knots of worry in her stomach and Kenna felt herself relax slightly. At least there was no pressure to do anything flashy, and Church had offered his help to those who needed it so he’d hardly belittle anyone who took him up on his offer. The thought comforted Kenna to the extent that she had to hold in a rare snort of laughter – as if she could perform any acrobatics anyway!
Acacia joined them and Kenna felt herself relax just that little bit more. It may be a bit more underhanded than she was used to, but Kenna was glad that she wasn’t the last one to arrive. Even so, she greeted Acacia with a glance in her direction and a brief wave.
As the tension coiled in her muscles dissipated, Kenna felt her excitement for the dawning mission increase. It would be rough, being on ground level, and it’d probably get a little hairy at times, but Kenna was looking forward to the opportunity. She could run, taste that freedom, and hopefully be of some use to her Sector. Maybe her timid personality could come in handy. If she tried hard, then the no doubt down-right lousy expectations of her performance could be beaten and she could prove herself to be better than her Sector had anticipated.
At the end of the day, Kenna was a Runner, a part of Sundown. And she was no less competitive than the rest of them.
Captain Jenno said
THIS IS ALL EMPATH'S FAULT.
IT IS GLORIOUS OK.
WhootWhoot! Very much enjoyed working on this post with Blandy.
Glad I can get back in gear, since it's been so long since I posted.
(Also, I can't cope with how adorable Henry is.)
Glad I can get back in gear, since it's been so long since I posted.
(Also, I can't cope with how adorable Henry is.)
HeyHey, guys! I'm back again, alive and well.
I should have some free time this weekend, but I can't say for sure when or for how long. ^^' I'm sorry, I'm being super unreliable and I feel awful for it.
But, hopefully, I could join a collab at some point today or tomorrow if anyone's interested?
I should have some free time this weekend, but I can't say for sure when or for how long. ^^' I'm sorry, I'm being super unreliable and I feel awful for it.
But, hopefully, I could join a collab at some point today or tomorrow if anyone's interested?
Blandman said
SuperTitch/Empath, could I interest one/both of you in a collab post? Show these mugs how it's done, that sort of thing etc.
I would love to, Blandy, but you guys would probably be better off getting this kick-started without me. The Team Programme that I'm on (to help me get a job, blahblah.) Is having a residential trip, starting tomorrow. So, unfortunately, no posts from me till next weekend at the earliest.
Sorry, guys! I'll do my best to catch up when I get back and get the brainstormin' going!
See you at the weekend, guys!
Captain Jenno said
Pumpkin Prince said
BROKEN BEATENNEVER DEADDISMEMBERED BURNEDNEVERDEADSHOT EXPLODEDNEVERDEAD(hahaha i just reminded everyone that neverdead exists)
You son of a bitch.
I'm guessing it's a good thing that I dunno what Neverdead is.
HeyHey, everyone! Sorry for being a little dead around here, aha.
I swear, I am still reading posts and such so I'm up to date on both the IC and the OOC, but I just sort've don't always have a lot to say.
Aw, sorry to see you go, Oskar! Hope you enjoyed it when you were here.
So, yeah. Not dead guys! :)
I swear, I am still reading posts and such so I'm up to date on both the IC and the OOC, but I just sort've don't always have a lot to say.
Aw, sorry to see you go, Oskar! Hope you enjoyed it when you were here.
So, yeah. Not dead guys! :)
Compared to some of the walking bruises that she’d seen limping around Sundown, Kenna considered herself to be quite well off after the incident after Church’s fight. But she was definitely never getting involved in a riot again – not that she ever planned to anyway.
Surprisingly, Kenna sort’ve enjoyed watching Church fight. She couldn’t even explain it. She was never much good at fighting, but she knew talent when she saw it. Within minutes of the fight commencing, Kenna found herself to be cheering Church on until her voice was hoarse with the rest of Sector V. Then he gave the perfect knock-out punch that, Kenna thought, must have left his knuckles raw.
Then the riot happened.
The riot after the fight between Church and the Spanish guy, whose name Kenna never learnt, was Hell. People were rushing around everywhere, pushing and shoving and fighting and throwing punches without much care for who was on the receiving end. Kenna herself, as reluctant as she was to fight, got caught in a few scraps. Thankfully, she was usually able to weave through the crowd to find either Klaus or Henry or someone who could actually take care of themselves so that at least she had back-up if she was in over her head. Despite her evasive manoeuvres, Kenna still found herself with a cut on her left temple about the length of her little finger, which must have been caught on someone’s ring or possibly a watch, and a spectacular bruise on her right arm that was a kaleidoscope of colours – purple, blue, green and even a spot of yellow. Kenna had no idea who hit her, but the blow literally knocked her off her feet. Thankfully, the angry grapefruit-size bruise was high up enough of her arm that only half an inch or so of colour was showing beneath her sleeve, she just had to hope that no one would comment on it.
Since the riot had calmed and she was sure she had no orders to fulfil, Kenna wandered around Sundown on her own without purpose. She had nothing to do and she, for once, decided that she was too tired and achy to train, so she figured she may as well trying and get better at memorizing the lay-out.
So far, not going too well. Kenna had no idea where she was.
I really hope we have nothing important to do, she thought as she dodged around a group of older Runners trying to get past her, God, I can just imagine that. We get the first mission since I’ve joined Sector V and I miss it.
Though the thought occurred to her as a joke, the anxious fear stirred in her stomach and she picked up the pace, trying to find someone she recognised. If she actually missed something important, not only would she be letting down the entire team, but she’d also probably get Church in trouble with the likes of MacReary for not having a full team. Trouble for Church was trouble for the team, and she really didn’t want these people to hate her already.
Ahead of her, Klaus and Marina disappeared around the corner. Relief washed through her and she had to prevent herself from grovelling to them.
Jogging to catch up to them, Kenna turned the corner and saw Church with MacReary – Speak of the Devil and he shall appear, she thought with a snicker – standing in a courtyard.
At the sight of the Elder, Kenna’s relief turned to wariness. Had she gotten the team in trouble after all? There’s no way they could’ve done a mission or something that important while she was out and about, right? What if-
“Sector V! Front and centre!”
With apprehension stirring in her chest, Kenna made her way forward to stand with the semi-assembled Sector, distractedly pulling her sleeve down over her bruise as she stopped just off to the side behind Klaus and Marina.
“Um. Hi- Hello.”
God that sounded lame.
Sent them a soft smile and a wave just to be safe.
Surprisingly, Kenna sort’ve enjoyed watching Church fight. She couldn’t even explain it. She was never much good at fighting, but she knew talent when she saw it. Within minutes of the fight commencing, Kenna found herself to be cheering Church on until her voice was hoarse with the rest of Sector V. Then he gave the perfect knock-out punch that, Kenna thought, must have left his knuckles raw.
Then the riot happened.
The riot after the fight between Church and the Spanish guy, whose name Kenna never learnt, was Hell. People were rushing around everywhere, pushing and shoving and fighting and throwing punches without much care for who was on the receiving end. Kenna herself, as reluctant as she was to fight, got caught in a few scraps. Thankfully, she was usually able to weave through the crowd to find either Klaus or Henry or someone who could actually take care of themselves so that at least she had back-up if she was in over her head. Despite her evasive manoeuvres, Kenna still found herself with a cut on her left temple about the length of her little finger, which must have been caught on someone’s ring or possibly a watch, and a spectacular bruise on her right arm that was a kaleidoscope of colours – purple, blue, green and even a spot of yellow. Kenna had no idea who hit her, but the blow literally knocked her off her feet. Thankfully, the angry grapefruit-size bruise was high up enough of her arm that only half an inch or so of colour was showing beneath her sleeve, she just had to hope that no one would comment on it.
Since the riot had calmed and she was sure she had no orders to fulfil, Kenna wandered around Sundown on her own without purpose. She had nothing to do and she, for once, decided that she was too tired and achy to train, so she figured she may as well trying and get better at memorizing the lay-out.
So far, not going too well. Kenna had no idea where she was.
I really hope we have nothing important to do, she thought as she dodged around a group of older Runners trying to get past her, God, I can just imagine that. We get the first mission since I’ve joined Sector V and I miss it.
Though the thought occurred to her as a joke, the anxious fear stirred in her stomach and she picked up the pace, trying to find someone she recognised. If she actually missed something important, not only would she be letting down the entire team, but she’d also probably get Church in trouble with the likes of MacReary for not having a full team. Trouble for Church was trouble for the team, and she really didn’t want these people to hate her already.
Ahead of her, Klaus and Marina disappeared around the corner. Relief washed through her and she had to prevent herself from grovelling to them.
Jogging to catch up to them, Kenna turned the corner and saw Church with MacReary – Speak of the Devil and he shall appear, she thought with a snicker – standing in a courtyard.
At the sight of the Elder, Kenna’s relief turned to wariness. Had she gotten the team in trouble after all? There’s no way they could’ve done a mission or something that important while she was out and about, right? What if-
“Sector V! Front and centre!”
With apprehension stirring in her chest, Kenna made her way forward to stand with the semi-assembled Sector, distractedly pulling her sleeve down over her bruise as she stopped just off to the side behind Klaus and Marina.
“Um. Hi- Hello.”
God that sounded lame.
Sent them a soft smile and a wave just to be safe.
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