Halo: Spartan III

Originally posted by Ambience
"Sexy girls?" She asked with a grin, flattered he thought she was attractive. "Am I? Well I could probably haul you're scrawny ass out without any difficulty. You don't look very heavy." Her tongue parted her lips, in a somewhat immature gesture.

"I'm not very strong actually, But I can wield it pretty well for about thirty minutes before the weight gets to me. But yea, the shrapnel is a pain." Abbra snarled and ran her finger along her eyebrow, where a scab reminded her of last days mission.

She shifted her weight onto her left arm, feeling slightly awkward, although completely naive. "I wonder how late it is." She commented, not knowing how long they had been talking for.

She stuck out her tongue at him.

He ran a finger along the small scar on her eyebrow, and sat back down. "Yeah, it's 0100 hours," he sighed, checking his watch and standing awkwardly. "I'd better go get some sleep. Wanna come?"

Empty. His hands were empty. His weapons were empty. His mind was not.
Axel stood, hunched over slightly as if gathering energy for something. He faced the Admiral, and the Elite holding him hostage. Covered in silver armour, he held a plasma pistol up to the Admiral’s temple.

“Take another step at your own will Demon!” The alien hissed. “And I will wipe this man’s soul from our plane of existence.”

“That’s fine…” Axel said, his voice monotone and quiet. “I wasn’t planning on coming over there until you were already dead anyway… Because you see, the question really is…” The Elite fell to the floor with a thud, a growing pool of blood forming under it’s neck, seeping from the same wound that now held Axel’s combat knife. “What’s the Demon got behind his back?”

The alien hadn’t even had time to realize the knife was coming toward him, let alone react.

Axel moved forward, eyeing the Admiral from behind his faceplate before kneeling down and pulling his knife out of the Elite’s neck. “Admiral.” He said, standing back up. “I suggest we move you to a safer location. The Covenant now you are on this part of the ship and I do not doubt they will send more of their personnel here to eliminate you.”

“Spartan, Admiral, this is Gunnery Sergeant Bass in command of what remains of the ODST compliment aboard the Shatter. We’re en route to your position now. Probably arriving within a couple minutes.”

"Understood Sergeant." The Admiral said. He jumped as Axel suddenly jerked. "What is it Lieutenant?" He said, taking a step forward.

"It's... 002... She's not dead Admiral. Her signs were gone before, but my suit just picked them up again. She's trapped on the other half the vessel... In space..."

The Admiral eyed the younger man intently. Man? The Admiral looked away for a moment. This kid was only thirteen years old. He'd turned thirteen today. He'd tried to give the Spartan leave but the soldier had refused to go off active duty even for a few days. He'd known Axel since he was taken by Ackerson. He was cold has hell but the only things he wanted were to be there, so he could make a difference, and let his soldiers be there, so they could make a difference at his side. "Go get her." He said quietly. Almost a whisper.

"Sir?" Axel snapped into a more rigid stance than the Admiral thought possible.

"I said go get here Lieutenant." The Admiral said, more firmly this time.

"Sir I don't think-"

"What you think is irrelevant. The ODST will be here soon, I'll be in good hands. Now I am ordering you to go save Spartan 002 and if you don't I..." He trailed off. "Goddamnit Spartan! They Key is on the other half of the ship anyway! Get over there! NOW!"

Axel didn't move for several seconds. "Sir yes sir!... Thank you sir." He scooped up a plasma rifle and turned away, running down the corridor.

"How... How do you plan on getting there?" The Admiral blurted suddenly.

"I'll think of something." Axel said, before he dissapered around the corner.

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Down on Reach, the Admiral was busy barking orders. "Ensign! Where the hell is CPO Mendez?! We need a team up there NOW!"

Originally posted by DarkC
"Maybe," Lawrence teased. "Yeah, I'm definitely a runt, but I'll outthink you any day. You can stick to being a grunt."

She stuck out her tongue at him.

He ran a finger along the small scar on her eyebrow, and sat back down. "Yeah, it's 0100 hours," he sighed, checking his watch and standing awkwardly. "I'd better go get some sleep. Wanna come?"

"You'll out think me will you?" She asked and arched an eyebrow, then lunged at him and jabbed her fingers under his ribs, leaving that unpleasant tingly feeling. Abbra clicked her tongue with smug satisfaction. "Think about that." She challenged.

She giggled and ruffled her whispy bangs in front of her eyebrow, the contact itching her slightly but from prior experience knowing not to scratch a scab. "I would, but I think Rae might go looking for me. Good night guys." Abbra stood up as well and scratched her leg. "Sweet dreams 'kay Lawrence?" She teased and hugged him before dismissing herself and prancing back to her room.

Originally posted by Ambience
"You'll out think me will you?" She asked and arched an eyebrow, then lunged at him and jabbed her fingers under his ribs, leaving that unpleasant tingly feeling. Abbra clicked her tongue with smug satisfaction. "Think about that." She challenged.

She giggled and ruffled her whispy bangs in front of her eyebrow, the contact itching her slightly but from prior experience knowing not to scratch a scab. "I would, but I think Rae might go looking for me. Good night guys." Abbra stood up as well and scratched her leg. "Sweet dreams 'kay Lawrence?" She teased and hugged him before dismissing herself and prancing back to her room.

She said farewell and hugged him. He nuzzled her briefly before returning to his room and hitting the sheets.

He fell asleep as soon as he fell on the bed, dreaming of girls and guns and vehicles and ships...

(someone wanna post Mendez awakening me? ermm )

Originally posted by DarkC
"Of course I wi - " he started before she dug into his ribs. He yelped, nursing his abdomen. "Will definitely remember that."

She said farewell and hugged him. He nuzzled her briefly before returning to his room and hitting the sheets.

He fell asleep as soon as he fell on the bed, dreaming of girls and guns and vehicles and ships...

"Go ahead, I have a million and one ways to get you back." She lied with a menacing cackle. It felt nice to have a new friend. He was funny, loyal, and most of all easy to talk to.

Abbra tip toed into the room, to dark to tell if her best friend was sleeping. She slipped under the sheets, and stifled a yawn. Tossing and turning and the occasional stretch. Her eyes, unlike her body was exhausted. She tried to persuade herself to sleep. Burring her head into the pillow, sleeping on her stomach. Nothing worked, so instead she decided to wake Lawrence up in the morning so she could talk to him. Which is what she really wanted to do, being unbelievably social.

She fell into a long, dreamless sleep, knowing the morning wouldn't come soon enough for her liking.

Lawrence woke up with a start.

He had forgotten what he was dreaming of as soon as he woke up what he was dreaming about, but at least it was considerably more pleasant than nearly being shot in the face and having his family's screams haunting him again. Briefly he remembered the smell of summer barley and freshly mown grass.

It was still early and he was too restless to sleep, so he got up, dressed, and headed to the gym. Lord knew he needed a workout. Briefly he entertained the prospect of meeting Abbra there, but she was likely still sleeping. A truly remarkable girl.

Abbra moaned and buried her heads into her pillow, and the soft folds of bed sheets. It was early, and she could tell because there were no footsteps outside the door. Quiet hushed conversation still yet to be uttered. She didn't want to think, not yet, no conscious thought. Just sleep. Abbra bunched the sheets closer to her body, and rolled over.

It was to late, she knew she was a light sleeper and laying in her bed for half an hour to fall asleep again to wake up fifteen minutes later didn't make sense. Her pale leg slipped onto the floor. Her legs were a little stiff, but there was no way she was going to get new stitches.

Abbra didn't know where she was going to go, but slipped on a gray sweatshirt, brushed her hair, reminding herself that her bangs were getting to long and that she needed a trim. A mental note that she would never get around to doing not matter how little effort she had to apply. Frankly, she liked her hair.

The cafeteria was virtually spartan free, with a frown, and a groan she wandered into the gym. Not intending to work out, but stretch on the mats and a possible light jog. She opened the door, and yawned loudly, and gracefully slid her fingers along her lower back. She was unaware of Lawrence's presence for a moment as she crawled to stack of mats used for doing push ups and stretches, and laid down on the stack. Mimicking a fat, lazy animal as she let herself sprawl out.

Lawrence stode to the far corner, where the dumbells and pectoral machines were. He picked up a twenty-five kilogram set. A little on the heavy side, but he was a Spartan, after all.

Twenty on one arm, twenty on the other, break...

Mendez always called these 'no-brainers', meaning the less they thought about it, the less it hurt. So Lawrence let his mind wander, and it was then on his third set that he noticed Abbra stride in sleepily, lie belly down on one of the mats with her back to him and start doing pushups.

Fine back, girl. he thought, deciding to let her find out that he was here for herself.

Originally posted by DarkC
Lawrence stode to the far corner, where the dumbells and pectoral machines were. He picked up a twenty-five kilogram set. A little on the heavy side, but he was a Spartan, after all.

Twenty on one arm, twenty on the other, break...

Mendez always called these 'no-brainers', meaning the less they thought about it, the less it hurt. So Lawrence let his mind wander, and it was then on his third set that he noticed Abbra stride in sleepily, lie belly down on one of the mats with her back to him and start doing pushups.

Fine back, girl. he thought, deciding to let her find out that he was here for herself.

Lounging on hard, sapphire mats isn't really that bad. She though, it reminded her of sitting in Grandmas old rocking chair, hard but comfy. Her eyes, the mildest stormy blue fluttered open, only to close a second later. "Good morning." She said sleepily, a small friendly grin spread across her face.

His breathing had made her aware of his presence. She didn't bother to open her eyes, she knew what he looked like. Abbra shook her head. "You're bloody insane working out this early." She muttered in midst of a yawn. Hoping her words weren't to slurred. "I - I - I mean it." She continued, not caring if he wanted her opinion or not, she was going to voice it.

Originally posted by Ambience
Lounging on hard, sapphire mats isn't really that bad. She though, it reminded her of sitting in Grandmas old rocking chair, hard but comfy. Her eyes, the mildest stormy blue fluttered open, only to close a second later. "Good morning." She said sleepily, a small friendly grin spread across her face.

His breathing had made her aware of his presence. She didn't bother to open her eyes, she knew what he looked like. Abbra shook her head. "You're bloody insane working out this early." She muttered in midst of a yawn. Hoping her words weren't to slurred. "I - I - I mean it." She continued, not caring if he wanted her opinion or not, she was going to voice it.

Lawrence came and sat down beside her, arching his back. "Did you not sleep well?"

Originally posted by DarkC
He smiled at her, dropping the weights with a clank. "Too wound up to sleep. I have sticks..." he flexed his biceps. "...and if I want guns, then I'll have to do something extra, won't I?"

Lawrence came and sat down beside her, arching his back. "Did you not sleep well?"

"Meh, I have sticks too. But I guess you're a little more driven than I am." Abbra said skeptically and looked at her arms, they were large enough due to her athletic build, but not as strong as they should be.

"No." She said and heaved a hollow sounding chuckle. "I'm still a zombie, brainless and disoriented. But it's not as if you don't know what I'm talking about." She teased and looked up at him with a smirk to smug for words.

Originally posted by Ambience
"Meh, I have sticks too. But I guess you're a little more driven than I am." Abbra said skeptically and looked at her arms, they were large enough due to her athletic build, but not as strong as they should be.

"No." She said and heaved a hollow sounding chuckle. "I'm still a zombie, brainless and disoriented. But it's not as if you don't know what I'm talking about." She teased and looked up at him with a smirk to smug for words.

She still sounded tired. He cocked his head at her, perplexed. "You're right, I don't get you right there."

Jacob got up and decided he was feeling good enough to really start to shoot now.

Grabbing his cloths he headed over to the work out area. Getting dressed and picking up he headed up over to the basketball courts to shoot.

then walked out to see Abbra and the new guy Lawernce talking Jacob kept walking by them until he was almost at the courts.

Originally posted by DarkC
Lawrence laughed cheerily and stroked her arm plafully. "Welcome to the club, though you still decidedly can kick my ass twice a week."

She still sounded tired. He cocked his head at her, perplexed. "You're right, I don't get you right there."

"That tickles." She said and shoved his hand away. A devilish glint flickered in her eyes and she pushed him off the mat. A sudden burst of energy flared up inside her and she skipped four meters away. Abbra didn't understand why people would drink coffee, it was bitter and you got the exact same perk from being in the gym. Or maybe it only stirred her. It wouldn't surprise her, she was odd, she knew that.

"I could kick your ass three times a week." She corrected and arched an eyebrow, challenging to come closer as she bounced on the balls of her feet. An energetic thing she was, especially in the morning.

Originally posted by Ambience
"That tickles." She said and shoved his hand away. A devilish glint flickered in her eyes and she pushed him off the mat. A sudden burst of energy flared up inside her and she skipped four meters away. Abbra didn't understand why people would drink coffee, it was bitter and you got the exact same perk from being in the gym. Or maybe it only stirred her. It wouldn't surprise her, she was odd, she knew that.

"I could kick your ass three times a week." She corrected and arched an eyebrow, challenging to come closer as she bounced on the balls of her feet. An energetic thing she was, especially in the morning.

He watched her prance around. "I could kick your ass three times a week."

"You and what army?" he teased.

Originally posted by DarkC
"Oh." Lawrence said, smiling guiltily. "What's up? One second you're acting like you're dragged out of bed, now you're all hyper."

He watched her prance around. "I could kick your ass three times a week."

"You and what army?" he teased.

"I know, but whats more entertaining? I could lay back down again, but I would be bored. Besides, how's my leg supposed to heal if I take it easy?"

"I don't need an army, you're not that much of a threat." Abbra said with her tongue stuck out.

"Yo! Jacob"! She cheered and stuck her hand up in a sad attempt at an air high five. "Couldn't sleep either?"

(where is silent? cry Liquid you're second in the line for taking the rp on we are supposed to start taking the multiple spartan steroids now ermm)

(Yea.
D:
She hasn't been on for dayssss)

(maybe if we make an entire 4 pages of OOC here she will come like always ermm )