Ian
Truly Feared
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Post by Ian on Oct 15, 2012 16:39:39 GMT -6
"That's--" A lump of hurt formed in his throat as he tried to speak. He frowned, gaze dropping to the floor again. "That's not true." Even though he'd swallowed the cowardice crawling up his neck, Ian still spoke more timidly than before. The Medic knew what Eric was saying was technically not false, but he surely would have beaten himself up if anything bad had happened during the quarrel. After all, he was the team's Medic; his job entailed keeping his teammates safe and alive... whether they asked for his help or not. He didn't stay with her because he wanted to -- he felt obligated to.
"I'm just... trying to do what I'm supposed to." He didn't elaborate on what he meant, instead opting to slow his pacing and travel a few steps behind her.
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Post by Eric on Oct 15, 2012 17:34:15 GMT -6
"Well... who gives a fuck," was the best comeback she could muster. She quickened her pace, not ever noticing that Ian had fallen behind. This was stupid. People were stupid. Why did she get stuck with a medic that actually gave a shit for once? Why couldn't she just get another grumpy old man that stayed held up in their room all day? She kicked another, larger rock, sending it hurtling off into a ditch. The BLU commons building was only a few buildings away now. At least at this point, they're base was essentially empty. As far as Eric even knew, there were only three BLU members.
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Ian
Truly Feared
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Post by Ian on Oct 15, 2012 22:40:33 GMT -6
Ian felt the urge to defend himself quickly draining away -- not that it had been there very much in the first place. He stopped in his tracks and watched as his teammate stormed off in a rock-kicking fit. "I... I guess no one." He said quietly, knowing well enough that his comment would go unheard by the Scout. Either way, he was speaking more to himself than anything.
Sighing hard from defeat, the Medic pondered what he could occupy himself with next. He recalled a bit of paperwork left on his desk in need of completion... but he honestly was in no mood to do anything productive; it would have to wait until that night. What to do... what to do...
Then he had an idea. He spun around and started back towards the pond -- except, this time, making sure to stay on his team's half of the battlefield. Gathering up an armful of stones from the bank, he carted them back up to level ground before dumping them into the dirt. What was he going to do with these? Ian was going to skip them across the water. He was going to skip all of them and feel so much better afterwards.
At least, he hoped it would work out that way.
With a small grunt, he chucked the first unlucky rock to its watery doom. It skipped across four times before falling under the surface.
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