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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Feb 10, 2019 4:12:01 GMT
 --- Space the final frontier. That's what they always say right? After all where else was there left for humans to explore? Truthfully there was more sea to probe considering the less than desirable percentage that has been discovered but space seemed all the more intriguing. It was vastly unexplored. Mysterious. Dangers unknown. But most importantly it was far away from ones past. Going into space meant leaving much behind and for Cereza it was a double-edged sword. It had its plus and minuses like most. But what out weighed the other was a question one had to ask themselves at one point or another. Had she? Yes and no. The idea of taking this journey was her decision and not. She went to the Institute without much of a fuss because of a deal - a promise - struck up between her and her step father, De Luca. At least that's what she continued to tell herself anyways. Now here she was on the ship some time after take off on a new discovery. There was no going back now. --- Life was only forward from here. The past was the past in more ways than one. Nothing about it could reach her here - except only in thoughts. And the mind was the worst prison. No matter how tough one thought they were, they could easily become slaves to their own thoughts. The possibility of that ever happening to Cer was as real as anyone else. She wasn't immune. Besides who's to say in some small way she hadn't already been and this opportunity was a way to feel some of the shackles break off. It might not have been full imprisonment but any kind of chains were just as damaging. Right now she felt there was some weight lifted from her but only just enough. She felt restless with it and ended up finding herself in a training room on the vessel. Her chocolate locs tied back in a high ponytail, attire kept simple with a loose fitted white tank, black sports bra and black spandex pants with black and white sneakers. The notable item missing from her repertoire was her trademark white fedora. --- Her knuckles to her wrist were already clad in tape as she took a moment to stretch before taking a ten minute lap around and came to a stop at a freestanding punching bag. Cer was never one to open up about her feelings or deep inner thoughts. It was the type of conversations she tended to steer away from. Deflecting any chance she got. That left them bottled inside and sometimes that needed to come out in some form or another. Now she wasn't angry angry, but mildly agitated about something. That something was more of a someone, a someone she never got to confront and deal with. Someone that left his mark on her literally. Someone she hated that instilled a fear. It was bullshit. So long ago - or long enough she should've been over it and the thought shouldn't have even been bothering her now but here it was anyways. The bag would sway with her punches and kicks - at first they weren't as hard but gradually if anyone was watching they could see the fierceness in them grow. For Cer there was a face on that bag and it was taunting and deserving of every single strike. Especially the body blows. She was certainly in a zone.
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Post by Austin Huntsman on Feb 10, 2019 21:15:08 GMT
[/i]? A small smirk found it's way onto his face and Austin would ball up the button-up shirt he had taken off and overhand throw it at the back of her head. "You plannin' on hogging that all night, Snow White?"[/ul] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Feb 11, 2019 2:34:07 GMT
--- Normally Cer was a busy body. Constantly moving around, finding something to do with her free time back on Earth. She found it hard to sit still for too long. Even times spent in her room she was often fidgety. She didn't like to overly think. Didn't like particular thoughts swirling in her head. Of course she would never admit to it but there as a lot of denial concerning herself. She didn't talk much about herself. She didn't like people trying to pry or excessively attempt to impose themselves on her and her mind. For someone rather outgoing she was fairly private and slightly recluse in some nature. It kinda doesn't make much sense, but that was Cer. Sometimes she didn't make sense in her ways. But currently she was stuck on a single ship with the destination of Mercury to look forward to. She could walk all over the ship as much as she wanted the scenery wouldn't change and that was going to get mildly irritating soon. She could tinker with tech all she wanted but she was already missing her bike and car. However, still the scenery would remain the same.
--- Working out was the biggest way she could think of distracting herself enough. It probably wouldn't kill all the thoughts - hell it might even bring some up, like now-but she needed to keep sane as possible. She needed to get back as soon as possible, but that meant making sure she stayed vigilant. Make the right decisions in a fight or flight situation. She needed to keep her strategist mind sharp. Stay alert. That would be important right about now. She didn't hear the door slide open, nor feel anyone's presence as focused as she was. All she could see was Maverick's devilish smirk and much she wanted to break it. As she delivered a hard right hook, sending the bag swaying a voice chimed out causing the brunette to turn and
SMACK!
--- Square right in the face she got hit with the balled up shirt, now partly draped over her features. It was comical. She was normally far more perceptive than that but had lost focus and now paid that price. She didn't remove it right away, probably from mild shock - but once she replayed the voice, more importantly the name used - she slowly pulled it off messing a little of her hair up in the process. Only Austin ever called her that. There was a playful squint shot his way before that smirk of hers followed suit.
"Ya know, I think you threw the wrong article of clothing at me, Huntsman."
--- She would muse, balling it up and throwing it back. Sometimes she couldn't hold her tongue with innuendos with him. He made it easy and to be fair she made it easy back. Truth it was easy talking period, depending on the subject - neither pried.
"And what if I do? We were just starting to get to know each other."
--- While speaking she made her way over near him to a gym bag she had brought in earlier, grabbing some water from its confines and taking a sip.
"You're not gonna rough 'em up cause you're jealous are you?"
--- A snicker and a smile is all she offered, drinking again. She didn't say it in words but somewhere there was a 'nice to see you' hidden in her grey hues.
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Post by Austin Huntsman on Feb 11, 2019 4:07:41 GMT
[/b] A short chuckle escaped as his hand lifted and he snatched his button-up back before he turned to drape it on the bench. "Naah, I left all my jealousy back on good ol' Earth. That bag ain't got nothin' on me anyways." As he spoke, his knees would bend and he would drop into a crouch, unzipping the back-pack to pull a roll of hand tape of his own, before he would start to wrap his own hands. From his crouched position, his eyes would fixate upon her midsection before sliding upward and flashed a wink. "Enjoying the flight so far? I for one.. Am bored outta my goddamn mind already and it's barely began.." Those hazel iris' flicked back toward his hands and once he finished his left, he moved onto his right. His mind would find itself wandering once again to the past, days long gone. Back to the first night he met her. There had been a spark of some kind, however Austin had never pursued those interests, aside from physical moments they had shared. It didn't irk him to run into her, it never did. In fact, while he wouldn't admit it, he enjoyed her company. Usually because she oozed with sarcasm and the banter was entertaining. Once he finished wrapping his hands, Austin would stand and give a wide stretch. Turning on his heel, he would wander over toward the speed bag instead of the heavy bag, and tap it lightly to get it going. It would be followed by another and before long he was picking up the pace and switching hands rapidly to keep it going. He had a certain routine he had kept with and this was always the start to his warm up. Keeping those boxing skills sharp was important to him after all. After a few moments passed and he got the timing down, he would glance off toward Cereza again. "This is how a real pro works a bag. Take some notes, princess."[/ul] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Feb 12, 2019 0:33:25 GMT
"Heh..if you say so." --- The comment was designed to respond to both his quips without any hesitation. It was rare she ever paused to think about what to throw back at him. Anyone that knew her deemed her quick witted. Besides Austin made it effortless to bounce off him. While he crouched to retrieve the tape from his bag, she had glanced away only briefly, taking a swig of her water before returning her gaze to catch him staring at her midsection. The loose white tank that draped over her sports bra stopped at the same length making her bare skin visible. There was something new there he might've noticed - a tattoo she didn't have the last two personal encounters they had. On the right side of her lower abdomen, just a few inches from her navel resided an array of music notes. In truth there was one more tattoo aside from that she had gotten since the last time, which was a Ouroboros on the inner part of her right wrist. His wink met her smirk as he continued. "I share the same sentiment. Guess we're gonna have to keep finding ways to entertain ourselves. Otherwise we're all go mad...... but then again we're all a little mad no?"--- Lazily she shrugged, crouching down to place the water back in her bag. In the midst of her grabbing a small towel to dab the little bit of sweat from her face, she found herself reflecting on the irony of how they always seem to run into each other somehow someway. And even if time had passed from each time, it didn't feel like it. As if no matter what they could consistently pick up from the last point forward. As stubborn of a soul she was, she didn't seem like one for nostalgia - unless it came to her older brother or her niece - other than that not particularly. Yet for some reason the first time they met popped into her mind without command. She hadn't expected to run into anyone that night. Hadn't expected to get herself drunk or even have as much fun as she did - especially when he tried to throw her in the shower. She hadn't expected to give him a gift but she did. Maybe the fact that Maverick was on her mind previously and Austin appearing was a link to the first time Maverick had shown up in some time - brought back the better parts of that night. He didn't pry. He didn't push for her to tell him anything. She probably wouldn't admit it but it felt peaceful not to be hounded over something that was clearly a trip down memory lane she didn't want to take. Every time after was hardly dull and maybe there was something there. But to get her to say so or even think it to herself truly - would be a feat for anyone. --- Cereza lived in a kingdom of thieves so to speak. She lived in a world where certain things just didn't seem acceptable or just downright improbable. As much as she lied to everyone else she probably lied even more to herself. Honestly she was damaged, hiding behind a veil of guile. Expressing her emotions wasn't her strongest point. By this time Austin was at the speed bag slowly starting up - she could hear the taps gradually building. She stood with a stretch, cracking her neck side to side before causally walking over from behind him. "I'm sure you would know, all mighty one."--- She paused just a few inches behind him with a nonchalant expression and started to randomly poke at areas of his back, neck and sides. Was he ticklish? She didn't know but she was gonna find out. If not she was gonna keep on doing it anyways to see how focused he was - but more importantly she was doing it to annoy the hell out of him. And suddenly an awful, wicked thought appeared to add onto the onslaught. Something she had heard sometime before heading off to space. Thank you Amara"Baby shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo, Baby shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo, Baby shark, doo doo doo doo doo doo, Baby shark!"--- And yes she would continue unless he stopped her.
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Post by Austin Huntsman on Feb 12, 2019 6:39:19 GMT
[/b] His gaze had returned to the punching bag, knuckles rapping in rhythm against the speed bag. In the moment, as he worked the speed bag, his mind wandered to that slightest bit of guilt that had burrowed itself inside him. This was kind of stupid, shooting off into the unknown at their own expenses. It was selfish in a way for Astraeus to force this upon them. However, disobeying and staying behind wouldn't have been for the best either. He just hoped Nathan would understand when all was said and done. While he focused upon his task, mind pulled toward those thoughts, he hadn't been paying attention to the position Cereza had taken behind him. Fortunately, Austin wasn't actually ticklish. Her attempts and poking and prodding him wouldn't get the reaction she intended, at least not in regards to her tickle attempt. "Hey, hey, hey-" Austin would shift his hips back and bump her away with his behind. At the same time though, he shifted his head forward and lost timing on the bag, only to have it slap him in the forehead with a resounding thump- "Gaah-" Right in the eyeball. "D-Damn it- I thought my nine year old brother liked to annoy me, this what I'm going to have to put up with the entire time we're out here?!" He'd snort a short chuckle as his left hand lifted to rub at his eye as he turned and looked to put his hand on her chest and playful shove her away- Al beit quite roughly. "Don't make me hold you down and tickle torture the fuck outta you." His right intend finger would point toward her as she sung her little tune. She was definitely intending to annoy him and she was semi-sorta succeeding with that damn song. He would lift his free hand and point his finger toward his one good eye and the point back at her as if to say 'I'm watching you' before he moved back toward the bags and the snatched up her water bottle and started to drink it. [/ul] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Feb 12, 2019 19:45:58 GMT
--- Indeed no one completely sane would agree to just up and go on some kind of exploration in space. Cereza was no exception to the small lack of sanity, however the push wasn't entirely her own. Just as coming to the institute was more involuntary then voluntary once it was known you had some kind of 'talent'. She wasn't someone to feel regrets, or maybe she did, and like with everything else just chose to not admit it. Deflected it. Turned it into something else - fleeting thought or otherwise. Was she missing her niece? In the deepest parts of herself - sure. Should she have stayed instead of running off to space? Maybe. Though it was slightly forced upon her it was still a decision she selfishly made as well in the end. There was much she wanted to get away from - to escape from. Maybe even parts of herself, but could one ever truly escape their nature? Who they were? Maybe all this would be a fresh start. Maybe she'd grow a little. Change. Only time could answer that cause Cer's stubbornness was too strong to say any of it was feasible.
--- As for her current mission, it seemed to be a success. Though he might not have been ticklish, which was fine by her, she prevailed in distracting and annoying. Achievement unlocked. His attempt to bump her with his butt went unsuccessful as she scooted back just enough in time to be missed. What she didn't set up for or maybe she had a wishful thinking about it was the bag smacking him square in the face. Karma was an unfriendly bitch. Her attempt to stifle a laugh lasted a whole second. She was amused at his dismay which brought out that genuine laugh she so rarely showed - but he had witnessed the first time they met. With her around more than likely yes if she was in the right mood he would have to deal with it. Austin's hand pushed on her chest but not before she grabbed his wrist to balance herself a bit from the force. It lessened a bit though she still stumbled back a few steps, laughing all the same. Through her amusement she challenged this words in her own way.
"Ooo I'm terrified."
--- On the contrary she actually was very ticklish and tickle torture was no joke. That was wrong and evil. Worst type of torture ever. To his watching you notion she shrugged without a care even when he passed her by and started drinking her water. With a half smile she would note what he did, then add a little sarcastic dramatic flare afterwards.
"Cute.... Oh I'm so sorry All Mighty One, did I forget to offer a quench to your thirst? By all means please help yourself to my supply."
--- The end was followed with a dramatized bow and waving arm motion akin to a butler, before straightening herself back up and rolling her eyes. Notably her smile hadn't left her face quite yet and was just as genuine as that laugh from before. There was something he said that caught her attention in his rambling. She never knew he had a younger brother. Then again it wasn't something that would normally come up in conversation. He only knew about her niece because he had the chance to run into Amara at a park back in New York, otherwise Cer probably would've never brought her up. Honestly though they knew each other, they didn't truly know each other. They had their similarities and differences like anyone else. Though she wasn't the easiest person to read maybe he stood a chance at getting something right who knew. There was so much left unexplored. That was the beauty of discovery. Surprises here and there. But firstly she decided to be nice as she stepped in front of him, placing her right hand on the bottle in the intent to take it from him if he let go.
"Gimme big baby. A little on your eye will help."
--- Her grey hues purposely locked on his eyes to attempt reassurance. But with how sneaky she tended to be it wouldn't surprise her if he didn't trust her to do it. Probably expecting her to drench his face, but if he did allow her and would actually simply reach up with her left touching his forehead to tip his head back a bit. Then placing that hand around to the back of his head for support and pour a little of the cold water on his injured eye and that was all. She'd add a playful scratch to the back of his head as she pulled back entirely - pressing on the pop cap to close it after and inquiring about his brother.
"I didn't know you had a younger brother.. He was ok with you leaving?"
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Post by Austin Huntsman on Feb 12, 2019 22:18:27 GMT
[/b] He took one more sip before she approached, looking to take the bottle from him. He would allow it to happen, a smirk upon his face. He was indeed expecting this to back fire on him, however Cereza would do as she said she would. Even so, he wasn't about to let his guard are this sly one. Whether it would help or not, he wasn't so sure. Regardless, he would be fine. He had taken far worse to the eye in the past. After she had poured it on his eye, he felt her nails against his head and the question made him pause in silence momentarily. "Okay with it? Outwardly. Tough little guy, so he probably didn't really tell me how he felt- Forgot I didn't tell you the last time I saw you." Austin would shift away, moving back to his shirt and using it as a rag to wipe up the water on his face. Eye squinted slightly, he turned back to continue speaking. "My father apparently started a second family- In Cali. Bastard didn't even tell me. Ran into his mother and eventually she went away on a business trip and disappeared. Left Nathan with me."Austin would crouch near his bag again rustled through it momentarily before he pulled his cellphone out. It was pretty much useless now, but he had some music and pictures on it. He would pull up a picture of Nathan and turn the phone and face it toward her. "I'm sure he'll be fine.. I left him with a lot of cash and in good company. I just hope we aren't gone for too long." It was a picture of himself and a young blonde boy, that looked like a spitting image of himself. The little guy could easily have been mistaken as Austin's own child if one didn't know any better. "He's smart, smarter than I was at his age. He kinda looked up to me as some sort of super hero. Suppose it's a positive image to work towards, eh?"It was easy to tell that when Austin spoke of his little half-brother, that he cared for him greatly. That he had played a large role in helping Austin get his feet back down to the ground. He had learned he had to make better choices, do better things for him. Try to be a good person, for him. Sometimes he still struggles with old habits, however he was much better off mentally than ever before in his life. [/ul] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Feb 13, 2019 0:37:19 GMT
--- See she could be trustworthy sometimes. She wasn't all that bad. [Insert shifty eyes]. She listened without interrupting to this new information. The story of how he came upon Nathan didn't seem so surreal. Not saying it was an everyday occurrence, but shit happens. Either parents had the capability of being complete assholes at times. Though the way he spoke Cereza was just slightly unsure of how good of a relationship Austin had with his dad. They could've had a decent one with minor bumps in the road to still warrant the name calling or it could've been completely ugly. She had the means to ask but would she? It was 50/50. For Cereza she didn't remember much of her father, he disappeared - allegedly died when she was young - all she had left of him was that white fedora. Her mother on the other hand was a whole other story. She even hated referring the woman as such because she wasn't. But this wasn't a memory trip she wanted to take.
--- After digging in his bag Austin pulled out his phone, showing her a picture of this little Nathan he seemed to address so highly. She certainly saw the resemblance. It was like a mini Austin. Amara was like that in terms of favoring Cereza even though she was just her niece and not her daughter. Guess the Grey genes were strong. One had to be really dense to not see how much this kid meant to Austin. He didn't have to say the exact words but it showed he was missing him. She shared that sentiment regarding Amara. Speaking of which. Bouncing off his statement.
"Heh, I see. Well he's gonna be a lady killer that's for sure. Ya know Amara wouldn't stop asking about Sir Austin. I had to tell her that her knight was off doing knightly duties to get her to stop. You made an impression, thank you for giving my niece her first crush."
--- Cereza mused at the thought. Amara really wouldn't let it go for days until Cereza came up with that little tall tale. She leaned down only a little to toss the bottle on top of her bag and stood back up. She wasn't a very open person so any further details regarding herself or family weren't going to be on the table so outright. Had he asked something who knows how truthful she would answer or at all, but for now she just tried to mask things by reaching to playfully pinch his cheek - speaking like one does to babies.
"But aren't you such a proud papa.. Aww, so cute!"
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Post by Austin Huntsman on Feb 13, 2019 5:31:01 GMT
[/b] Judging from the impression the little girl left on him, she probably wasn't thrilled about it. Who knew for sure though, he had been lucky with Nathan after all. While he didn't know all the little details, Austin had seen Cereza with her. After he asked his question, he would move back to the backpack and drop his cellphone back into it before he stood and stretched wide once again and motioned for her to follow him again as he moved to take up her initial position at the punching bag. He would begin throwing slow, short combos, glancing over to Cereza every few moments so she knew his attention wasn't entirely focused upon the bag. It was nice to think about Nathan and all, at the same time it was something of a double-edged sword. Those were some of the exact thoughts he was trying to avoid thinking on. Once again, as he had done often since they launched, Austin would silently tell himself 'It's alright, It's only temporary, I'll be back for him'. He supposed he went to the bag as another form of distraction from the subject. He figured he might as well stay busy while they chatted. [/ul] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Feb 13, 2019 20:31:13 GMT
"While the father's have their shot guns ready."
--- She teased the notion that he was probably every father's worst nightmare. Probably left a string of broken hearts along the way. She snickered at the thought. Most bad boy types were just like that after all weren't they? Truth be told some girls weren't so different. The labels can go both ways.
"So have you filled your jar of hearts yet?"
--- Cereza continued to tease, strolling behind him as he went to continue at the bag. She positioned herself a little behind him - arms folded across her chest, but out towards the left so he didn't have to strain much to look back. She heard his question but she was doing what she always did. Deflecting. Deviating from the conversation - from the inquiry. It really wasn't a big deal was it? The question was simple enough. How did Amara take her leaving? How hard could something like that be to answer right? Well it depended on whether she was speaking truth or spinning a lie. More than likely Cereza would go for the lie over the truth. The truth meant opening a door even if it was a crack. To let someone in even just the slightest. For the smallest moment giving her deeper inner thoughts and feelings validation. To actually hear her own self say it. Thing is she was normally quicker than this, yet here she was oddly taking her time with responding at all to it. She had been slipping lately in controlling her mannerisms like she used to. Her front fell from time to time depending. Here was an instance she hadn't realized she was giving something away that she didn't mean to. Unknowingly her eyes had unfocused from him and shifted downwards - a hint of regret was there momentarily till she realized her gaze wasn't where it previously was. With the sudden grasp she lifted her eyes back to him, all that was hinted at gone like it was never there. With a shrug she finally brought the question back into play.
"As for Amara, well being six she thought it was pretty cool. Coolest thing ever was more the term she used. Space adventures and all, heh. Kids right?"
--- Her voice trailed off a little at the end. She also took a quick glance away then back at him as she shifted in her stance. She gave away enough to him that if anyone could tell that she wasn't telling the whole truth was him right now. Yeah he met Amara and experienced her imagination so it wasn't too far fetched that she would think it was the greatest thing ever. However the little princess was also extremely loving and hard to part ways with. The real truth was Cereza hadn't really told her. Heck, she hadn't seen Amara for some time really. And even less to none when she went to Australia for the institute. Amara didn't truly know about that either. If there was a big weak spot in Cer for another person it was that little girl. But honestly she needed to learn it was ok to open a little, to be a little honest. Not everything had to be hidden.
~Suddenly I want a drink.~
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Post by Austin Huntsman on Feb 15, 2019 21:35:07 GMT
[/b] Maybe his view was on the optimistic side of things, which wasn't common for him in the least bit. It was spoken almost as if he was simply trying to reassure not only Cereza, but himself as well. As he spoke, he continued to work the bag. Short combos, the occasional knee or elbow. The sweat on his brow was beginning to drip as he ended it with a hard right that leveled the bag out horizontally in the air and left it swinging as he turned on his heels to face Cereza eith a small grin. "Tell you what, I'll watch your back, you watch mine. That way we can ensure Nathan and Amara will see us again. We don't know what we're flying into.. So we need to keep an eye on eachother- The other crew members. Deal?"Right now, the crew of the StarSquall only had each other to depend upon. There were a handful of people on board he really cared about, however they were all important to the cause- Their main goal of colonizing another planet. Success would rely on all of them working as a team, growing as a family. Austin had really never been a team player, only when it came to the gang and those he recalled liked. That just wouldn't cut it out in deep space, he realized. They were leaving any safety net they had behind on earth. It was up to all of them to build a new out here, alone. [/ul] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Feb 16, 2019 1:25:25 GMT
--- As much as her words seemed to make it seem like they were her exact thoughts, truth was they were mere playful jabs. Deviations away from his previous question - granting a little time to figure out truth or lie to tell. Honestly most of the time her sarcasm in many situations was pure protection. There was a world buried inside of her she hadn't let anyone explore and the moment it seemed like it was going to happen she threw a monkey wrench in her own path. She wasn't good in the like, love, full blown relationship department. She saw herself more poisonous than good for someone else. The things she went through, the person she let herself become on more than one occasion - didn't seem to fit the mold of a model girlfriend material. At least deep down that was the belief. She couldn't have what others did. Felt like she'd just destroy it in the end. Or possibly it was she feared what it might do to her.
--- Looking at Austin before her, despite the quips she gave she really did see a different man standing there. She couldn't see it all but she could feel a different vibe swirling about him. She might not have believed in herself, but without admitting out loud she figured he stood a far better chance. A better chance at something grander. His following words added to her point. He didn't need to reassure her, yet he did even though it was for him as well. The thoughts people tell themselves often keep them going - lies or truths. He hadn't called her out on her deception which either meant it completely worked or he just made a choice to let her have that. Whatever the case was she was a little relieved and his words did aid in soothing. However what he said was part of why she didn't tell Amara the truth, she didn't want her to overly worry. She wanted her to live her little life, enjoy her beginnings of school and having fun with her new friends. Not be concerned about aunties space-capades.
"They'll be so grown, they probably wouldn't need us anymore."
--- She joked with a snicker and shrug as he completed his combination. Once he was done he spoke of a deal, one Cereza wasn't all that surprised about but somewhere still was. He trusted her to watch his back? He didn't think she would maybe betray him for self preservation? He didn't know things she had done before, maybe he would see her differently - think otherwise about this partnership of sorts. But she had her reasons back then for those actions she took - so she told herself. To look out, or be responsible for another's life was a tall order. Was she ready to accept the bill? It wasn't that she couldn't be a team player, but she didn't really trust many if anyone with her own back. She always expected to be betrayed by people in someway. But he was right. They didn't know what they were flying into. She might've hated to admit to but they were all they had. This entire ship. It did take her a few moments to summon up a response, her facial features actually turning a bit solemn in kind as she looked towards his eyes. Her right hand would reach out for a shake of sealing the deal.
"..On one condition..."
--- She paused keeping that serious face just a few more seconds before turning it into a smirk.
"You'll owe me a night on the town when we get back... Deal?"
--- If accepted, she would shake on it as planned even if he added to it or not. Once the deal was secured her mind drifted to Amara again. She hadn't physically seen her in some time but her uncle Raiden did send recent pictures for her to have as a remembrance.
"Ya know you should see how big she's gotten.. Tch, the older she gets I think I'ma be the one with the shotgun."
--- The way Cereza talked it was pretty clear Amara's father or mother wasn't around. She never told Austin if she had a brother or sister, all he knew was Amara was her niece.
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Post by Austin Huntsman on Feb 16, 2019 2:12:11 GMT
[/b] Austin would give a short chuckle, followed by a wink front his left eye before his hand would move to meet her. "Kiddin', of course. You got yourself a deal- I'll take you anywhere you want to go. On my word." He would finish with a small nod. Inwardly, he was glad she agreed. It wasn't going to work in anyone's favor if they all didn't get along and the more people he could get to agree with him, the better. Especially when it came to those he cared for, like Cereza. When she brought up Amara again, mentioned he should see her now, Austin chuckled. "If she looks anything like her Auntie, I'd have two- Got a picture?" He doubted he was the only one who had brought a phone with him for sentimental reasons. They were useless for communication in the sea of stars, but they could still hold dear memories for those that brought them along. If she did, Austin would wait for her to produce one before he would smile and then pretend to cock a shotgun and make the sound effects before letting out a laugh. Whether or not she showed a picture, Austin would find himself glancing around the training room before letting out a short sigh and then cocking his head toward Cereza once again. "You done here? Wanna head to my room maybe? The Captain Quarters are slick as fuck- We can play cards or somethin'. Maybe have a drink, I know I could use one." It was simply an offer. Frankly, he wasn't able to concentrate on working out with someone else present, besides he figured it was a decent way to unwind and catch up at the same time. Austin's hazel eyes would settle upon Cereza's as he awaited an answer. [/ul] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Cereza Nova Grey on Feb 16, 2019 2:58:52 GMT
"You could. Would suck for you."
--- She laughed before his short chuckle.
"Oooh, be careful what you say. I could opt to break the bank."
--- She smiled, firmly giving his hand a shake. Now that was done and dealt with, all it was a matter of keeping it once the time came. But they couldn't be the only ones. The strategist in her knew that in order for any of this to work the community would have to be exactly what it was in name. A community. A almost singular unit working effortlessly together. That was a lot coming from her considering she was used to doing things on her own. A clock couldn't work without the gears so they weren't going to make it far if they couldn't achieve the same momentum.
"Heh maybe I should just get a sniper rifle instead. Yeah hold on."
--- Cereza mused. Truth be told though she knew how to use a few different guns she didn't really like them. She had her reasons. Knives on the other hand were her forte, even though she probably shouldn't like them either for personal reasons, she ironically did. Walking over back to where their gear lied, she crouched down to her bag and began shifting around the duffle bag for her phone. Just like she assumed the reason he had his phone for nostalgia, was the reason she had hers. Which was suddenly playing hide and seek in her bag. She let out a small frustrated sigh knowing it was in there somewhere. It was always when one wanted to find something was when they couldn't. But when they weren't looking then it would show. So stupid how that worked.
"Hm?"
--- She perked up at his question, turning her head over her shoulder to look up at him. Listening to his offer nothing about it sounded bad to her, especially the mention of a drink. Briefly she had the urge for one moments ago and she wouldn't mind to have quenched that thirst in the slightest. She could always find the phone and show him once they got there right? She scooped up her bag without question and stood up, turning on her heels to him with a smirk.
"You had me at have a drink. Or maybe it was play cards or something. I'll find it when I get there, I could use one too."
--- Cereza waved her hand in motion for him to lead the way, as she spoke in French with a smirk.
"Montrer le chemin, chérie"
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