Virgil

AoT - Beginner's Luck

NEMO ALTARE

Standing sentry outside of the dorm-room entry-way, Nemo fiddled about with the glasses, trying--unfortunately in vain--to at least correct the frames. No good...he'd be going without for a while, at least until he could find something to mend the fragile keep-sake with. A longing sigh erupted from the boy's chest, eyes drooping at the thought of it. The youth couldn't bare the possibility of having to walk around, identity at large without the protection of his trusty eye-wear.

Then again...he supposed he'd been through worse.

"Hey, bum, going to sit there like a mood 'till the captains come roosting?", a voice jested, giving the dark-skinned boy a light tap to the shin via boot-toe.

Greatttt...just what he needed right now, the poster-boy for the "Be-My-Friend" club. If it was all the same to him, Nemo would've rather been let alone right now, especially given the circumsta--

Another tap to the shin.

"Come on, get up...unless you'd rather be a real a glutton for punishment.", the voice, now a bit bored by the boy's lack of response, seemingly pouted out.

Was this asshole just UNABLE to mind his own business? Maybe he was obsessive compulsive. Maybe he was just mentally unstable. May--

"Stop.", Nemo coldly replied, catching the encroacher's foot before sending him tumbling off-balance. It was almost mid-day now...the time of day Nemo hated the most; In the weather he hated the most--blazing sunlight--out of all the seasons; With a kid bolstering the personality he hated ALMOST the most. All in all, this was either an extremely annoying coincidence, or this kid just didn't know when to call it quits and politely fuck the hell off.

The two sat in silence for a minute, before the idiot opened his trap once again...to--goddesses could only tell this was coming--speak...again.

"Name's George, by the way, what was yours again?"

Country bumpkin, by the sound of that name...

"I never gave it."

"Right...right...but if you did it would be...?"

Nemo let out a deep, low rumbling. If this carried on much further, he wouldn't exactly be able to guarantee this kid's safety from a nice gentlemanly conversation with his slowly tightening fists. A sharp "Crack" roused Nemo from wallowing within his aggravation. He glanced down at his bleeding hand, uncurling it to reveal the now fully broken glasses resting on a badly cut palm.

"Nobody...", he mumbled. This day couldn't get any worse...could it? His chest began to heave in frustration. Nemo chuckled to himself, the past few events leading up to this were incredible, but this...this took the cake. He began to see the funny side of it all, given the irony of the owner of a precious keepsake inadvertently destroying it in their own blind rage.

"You...uhm...you feeling okay?"

This fucking queer REALLY, couldn't let anything go. Like a leech, the brown-haired, black-eyed, peach-skinned kid had attached himself to Nemo, and was now completely and utterly refusing to let go. The dark-skinned soldier shuddered to guess how many others akin to this imbecile remained in the camp.

Still...the kid was ignorant of all of his blatant stupidities...

He supposed the honorable thing would be to give him the option to retreat.

"Yes...I'll be fine...", Nemo replied coldly, standing up and looking as if he were about to leave.

"Oh, alright...want me to help?"

Nemo winced at the character standing opposite him. He was pretty sure that meant he'd declined the offer of peace.

Yep, very sure. So sure, in fact, that the boy felt no remorse whatsoever, once his fist found its way round about the kid's jaw-line. The solid blow decked the intruder to the dusty ground, and--feeling nothing less than adrenaline running through his veins now--with that, Nemo was back inside the dorm.

He stomped over towards his bunk with little trouble due to that helpful card, flopped down, and closed his eyes. He needed to relax, take deep breaths, forgive and forget...

Breathe in...breathe out...good...calm...calm...

"...you gonna 'pologize for that? Really quite uncalled for...", the boy mumbled, suddenly appearing beside Nemo's pre-chosen bunk like an unrelenting ghost.

It took nearly all the self-restraint Nemo had built up over the years to stop himself from choking the kid in front of the massing throngs of other cadets.

"It's of no concern of mine if you happen to be too ignorant to understand my reasonings.", he hissed icily, waving the kid off before closing his eyes in an attempt at returning to the peace of the mind-less void, commonly called "sleep".

His eyes shot open to the feeling of the mattress flipping off of its frame, carrying the resting cadet to the floor along with it.

"Salutations then.", "George" spat, rubbing his jaw as he turned about and walked off, searching for his bunk.

The mattress flipped off of the ground with an almighty heave from underneath, colliding with the floor with a "thump". George stopped, turning around just in time to feel the solid slam of Nemo's boot into his gut, followed by a vicious upper-cut to his already aching chin. Everything when numb, and he collapsed to the floor beneath the dark-skinned champion.

Logic suddenly booted compassion out of the window, smacking Nemo upside the face with a million different repercussions for such an action.

"..shit.", he mumbled, looking down at the unconscious cadet sprawled before him now...then up at the various dozens of cadets staring--stupefied--at the event that had just occurred.

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Just to let you all know, I won't be on here for a while. The reason for this is that I'll be on a hiatus of a sorts, as I'm currently trying to increase my vocabulary and get better at RP. So in the meantime...

...do whatever you like with Nemo.

Later.

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NEMO ALTARE

The question--not to mention the tone--struck the boy as "off". His green eyes questioned Angie's for a moment, before they returned to normal, a small smile sneaking across his lips. "..I suppose so...why do you ask. Is the image familiar somehow?", he asked in response.

The behavior of these two was getting...interesting again.

"You two lived in the country hmm? Might I ask which district?", his voice was as inquisitive as ever, more so considering his sudden interest.

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NEMO ALTARE

He sighed, looking over at Caroline expectingly. The awkward stare carried on for a minute in dull, confused silence, causing Nemo to groan.

"...his card...I need his card so we can get to the dormitory that he's located at so that we can place him in bed and read him his bed-time sto--JUST GIVE ME THE CARD...by the walls...", the recruit groaned, shaking his head. The two of them seemed so...out of it, most of the time. Like they lived in their own little world and everyone else were merely background objects.

"If I don't get his card, we're not moving anywhere. But I'm sure you'll have a good excuse for the instructors when they find a random kid just hanging by his arms here...", he spat, beginning to feel the strain of Angie's weight. How much did this bastard eat? Why was Nemo helping? How long did it take Caroline to process outside information? Would this day ever end?

These questions, sadly, continued to elude Nemo.

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NEMO ALTARE

The recruit's boots stopped mid-motion, bringing themselves into place as he let out a low groan, turning slowly on his heel. He'd been right...though it was a bit earlier than he'd expected to have been dealing with "Angelo" again.

The boy cringed, the sound of "it" coming off as so...trashy.

Nemo disliked having to use that name, the overall structure just didn't have that..."ring" to it. "Angelo" didn't quite roll off of the tongue, so much as it stumbled about in--more than likely--the same drunken stupor his father had been in when he met the poor boy's mother. With a steady pace, the recruit made his way over to Caroline again, eyes disapprovingly gazing at hers, before he reset the arm into place with a hard smack. Having done so, he took up a portion of the boy's weight upon himself, dragging the youngster's arm over his shoulder and gripping it firmly in place.

"So, Caroline, where shall we take "Angie" here. Infirmary or Dorms?"

The moment the nickname rolled off of his tongue, Nemo knew he'd found it, Angelo's new name far exceeded the creativity of the former. Smiling, he looked past "Angie"'s face and directly at Caroline's, making sure she knew how much he wanted to get at her "friend"'s goat for being such an obnoxious "merde".

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I'll get on responding then, the Tora is off to bed.

...I should be doing the same soon enough.

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NEMO ALTARE

The recruit scooted out the chair--its wooden legs scratching against the floor planks--before sitting himself down upon it. A quick glance at Angelo was more than enough for an examination, and the resulting conclusion that the kid was, "Out like a snuffed candle." He sighed, exhaling another small cloud of steam across the table, his breath dissipating before him. The draft within the room still held a touch of cold to it, though this itself did not bother Nemo much, given his quick acclimation to it. Come to think of it...there wasn't much that thoroughly caught the tan-skinned boy off-guard, perhaps due to his upbringing.

"Well, I can see now why "it" could be regarded as an animal...", He commented, green eyes only barely making contact with those of the girl beside Angelo. Always quick to take action--when necessary--, Nemo brought up the wooden bowl he had carried with him, sliding it over next to the boy's unconscious face. "..."It" certainly eats like one. Next time, I would advise that you restrain the thing, before it over-gorges on food again...", he finished quite calmly, acting as if this suggested situation had occurred instead of the outburst Angelo had caused. Again, his observant eyes looked about the large, timber-supported mess hall, most of the prying eyes having gone back to what they were doing prior to the drama-session.

"...However, I would prefer if you didn't involved me in your "play-fights" next time. I can understand it being between the two of you, but no such reason exists for you to drag my person into it...", the recruit stated, rising from his chair. "I trust you'll make sure he behaves like a properly trained monkey when he wakes...otherwise he won't have to worry about just those russian-born recruits giving him a solid beating." He glared over at Caroline momentarily, before taking his exit...off to grab seconds.

A feeling of nostalgia swept over the young soldier-to-be's skin as he made for the serving line--already noting quite a few others intent on gaining their fill before the charade continued. Somehow...it felt like this wouldn't be the only time he'd have to deal with "Angelo"'s foolishness. Why couldn't things be peaceful for once? He mused over this for a minute, finally coming to a single conclusion.

"...hormones..."

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And damn I feel tired...

...feels like the justice system just cruised on through here.

So if you'll excuse me, going to go relax now, before I start actually stressing over this shizit.

And btw @LetMeDoStuff, those strikes are pretty god-damned worthless. If you want to make a point, do so. If you feel some form of proper punishment is necessary, do so. But don't go about with this "temporary zero" tarp...it just feels cheap and tacky. And it also makes me lose respect for you.

And I carry a great deal of respect for ya.

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@RainbowFactory@Aewin@VirgilIf it is about a ship for 4-fucking-00 odd posts I would be very doubtful. As you'll see on the Main OOC sheet you are all on strike 1. Keep the rules embedded into your skulls! I didn't just make this so I could Roleplay, but so I could give something for others to do, such as yourselves. Some to meet as new, some to maintain contact. I know it may seem early, but with the additional 500 posts, it is pretty justifiable to know why I am like. "Fuck this I'll go."

@LetMeDoStuff

Aye, indeed we fucked up.

But I apologized, and I'm simply not one to keep saying "sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry"...it would be as spam-ish as the previous fuck up.

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I DID IT

@Torithia

Goodwork!