Halo: Spartan III

Raevynn nearly jumped at the tone of Axels voice. She wasn't quite sure how to react or what to think about his new and improved persona. Raevynn arched a quizzical eye brow at the long lost team mate, then turned her attention back to the front of the group, but not for long.

Moments later, yet another late arrival strolled through the doors behind the group. His entrance was not as graceful as the one before it, the boy managed to fumble over his own footing, landing hard on the cold floor beside her.

Raevynn kneeled down, grabbing hold of a strap on the back of the boys strange clothing. She pulled him up and onto his feet, looking him over as she did so. He didn't look anything like the rest of the squad. Why hadn't she noticed him before?

"Try and be a little less noticeable next time, okay? Mendez is probably gonna throw a fit about this." She advised.

There were some times where one was extremely patient, others where one's anxiety had crescendoed to the point where Lawrence felt like he needed some kind of an outlet. It was started to get tiresome, waiting to try the stuff on.

He felt like he had been born for this moment. Every soldier's fate may be the same, but what a fate it would be, at least for the Spartans.

So this was Axel. Lawrence had never questioned Abbra about it, never intended to; she would have talked about it when she was good and ready. But here he stood in front of them, tempered steel for grit and cast-iron coolness.

*Parker nodded to Axel as his name was called. So Axel wasn't dead after all.

He turned to Raevynn and replied to her comment.* "Not before he gets through me first. You wouldn't believe the beatings he gave me because of that boxing fight we had a couple of days ago. I have the scars to prove it." *Parker lifted up the back of his shirt. Long, swelling, marks were going down his back, most likely from a stun baton or a whip.

Parker turned to Axel* "Good to see you. How's things going?"

David looked at Raevynn, and a chill spread through his bones. Not the cold kind, but one that together with embaressment. "Right" He said and placed his hands behind his back. This was probably the absolute worst thing that could happen.
Tripping was alright, but being approached by Raevynn really made his heart feel like nothing. Like it had stopped. "How embaressing" he thought, and blushed of shame. Fortunatly, the hood covered his red cheeks.

"Wont happen again" he said, shook of her grip, backed away and sat down in one of the corners inside the room.
He laid his arms over his legs like a cross, and looked at the Mjolnir armor from a safe distance. A safe distance both from the armor, and from the group.
It was like fate spoke to him. He was deemed to remain in the background, as just another tactical commander. "Father was right.. One can not be both in the heat of action and assembling strategies" he thought to himself, and looked down into the ground.

Before Mendez could say another word, the loud speakers in the room boomed with Dr. Halsley's voice. She sounded a little unpleasant.

"Sorry to interrupt, Petty Officer, but there's been a change in plans. There will be no games for the Spartans today. I cannot stress how important it is that they are in perfect condition before the procedure." There was a brief pause before she started up again, this time with the Spartans ears in mind. "Instead im sure they'd be thrilled to get a little hair cut. You know what to do, Mendez."

Raevynn took a deep breath, and yet again her hands moved to her hair, she was not at all ready for a hair cut. A haircut from one of Mendez's people was nothing to be excited about.

Spike looked around at the others and then touched his head then turning to parker and saying.

"wow wow wow no one is touching the rows."

After hearing the announcement Jacob begin looking around at everyone. The CTF had been thrown out the window and now the procedure was going ahead as normally. What had they said that some wouldn't make it through the procedure.

Jacob had no way to know if he would make it. If Rae, Abbra, Wise, Parker, or the otehrs would all come out better or worse.
He begin to pray under his breath that everything would be ok.

David got up, and stood straight as he heard the announcement, a little unaware of what was to actually happen. He shrugged and was ready to move out, whereever they were heading. A pitty about the CTF, though, he wanted to do that so badly. Oh well, one can not always have a lot of fun.

Everyone was so touchy about their hair, and by this, he rather quickly figured what was going on. He would not mind a new haircut, but to be entierly honest, he liked his hair where it was right now. On his head. Nevertheless, he stood straight, and would embrace any order given to him.

"Well Dr. Halsley isn't in a very pleasant mood." Abbra muttered under her breath, wondering what could possibly dampen her spirits. But then again this hadn't been exactly normal and Axel wasn't in the best shape. Something else had to have happened. Touching her fingers to her hair she petted the long, golden colored strands. She was attached to them. Straight as a board, long, and seemly thick. Abbra didn't want to part with even a few inches. She glanced back to Raevynn, knowing she'd probably as upset as she was.

Abbra smiled weakly at her, although her expression was less than thrilled. "I don't want to do this." She mouthed. What bothered her even more was she didn't have any choice at all how long she wanted it. Mendez's people weren't exactly capable hair dressers.

*Parker groaned and smacked his head in a "Doh!" formation. Sighing unhappily, he turned to his other Spartans.* "No use in whining and complaining over it, let's just get it done. Besides," *He ran a hand over his shaggy/curlyish hair* "I could use a haircut."

*He turned back to Mendez and awaited orders.*

Lawrence had met Dr. Halsey only twice.

The first time was when he had been inducted into the SPARTAN-III program, shortly after his parents had been killed and his homeworld burned to a sphere of glittering glass and burning atmosphere. It wasn't a personal conversation, he had been with about twenty other children at the time, but when she spoke it was with authority and confidence; even the top brass respected her and even defered to her at times. She was supposedly inflappable.

To see her in this kind of mood made him feel like he was being marched into a hostile battleground with rank four rules of engagement.

Green mumbled something incoherent, shaking his shaggy brown hair. "I'd rather die than cut off my hair.." He touched a lock that fell over his eyes. "I can put it in a ponytail, that's all you'll get out of me.."

Originally posted by Vathu
Green mumbled something incoherent, shaking his shaggy brown hair. "I'd rather die than cut off my hair.." He touched a lock that fell over his eyes. "I can put it in a ponytail, that's all you'll get out of me.."

Green shook his head, brushing the sandy brown bangs from around his eyes. "The most I could do, is cut the bangs. So I could see clearly." He said, flicking a stray hair that he had plucked to the floor. "Other than that, My hair only comes down to my ears on the sides and my neck in the back."

Originally posted by Vathu
Green shook his head, brushing the sandy brown bangs from around his eyes. "The most I could do, is cut the bangs. So I could see clearly." He said, flicking a stray hair that he had plucked to the floor. "Other than that, My hair only comes down to my ears on the sides and my neck in the back."

Spike looked over and laughed and then got a grin on his face.

"someone is a little drama queen"

Green brushed his hand through his hair, sighing lightly. "Don't start things you won't finish.." He readjusted his posture, his back straight as he looked towards Lawrence. "Do you know if the armor comes in colors?"

Lawrence cracked his neck. He didn't really like colors, green was good enough and it would allow them to blend into the environment better. Maybe black.

But for now, Lawrence would happily stick with good old UNSC drab green.

As long as it covered his ass long enough.

Spike looked at Green with a angered look on his face and whispered

"who said i wouldn't finish."

Jacob saw Green trying to say he wouldn't get his hair cut. Jacob thought that was cool but futile. If Mendez wanted Green to get a haircut Mendez would get exactly the length he wanted. If Green argued to much he was probably going to end up bald just so Mendez could prove a point.

Either way Jacob's thoughts went out to the rest of the group. He lloked into the eyes of many Spartans knowing some would die after this experiment. Jacob didn't really care if it happened to him after all he believed something was waiting for him afterwards.

Still he couldn't shake this overall feeling of sadness he felt for everyone else. He thought this would eb agood time for Wise to lighten the mood.......

Green chuckled, already assuming they would get whatever colors the superiors wanted them to have. "I wonder if they'll even let me keep my hair.." He shook his head some. "My father.. Back in his spartan years. He was fortunate to keep his hair.."