Ian
Truly Feared
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Post by Ian on Oct 23, 2012 19:44:42 GMT -6
After quickly confirming they had enough Xanax in stock, Ian turned towards Eric. He caught the Scout just in time to see her start spinning in the chair again, and choked on a laugh as a result. She'd found the one guilty pleasure of his in this little office... except he only tried to do it when no one was looking. He regained his cool before opening his mouth to speak.
"Oh, mine? It was... about a month ago." He explained, leaning against the nearest counter. "Yeah... we uh, we ended up celebrating it just before I left to come here. September 9th." Come to think of it, it really hadn't been that spectacular of a day -- just a gathering of the local family with cake and presents... same old same old. Not that he really minded, of course, because birthdays stopped being considerably exciting for the young man once he got into his teens anyway.
There was a beat of silence. "I turned twenty-two... in case wanted to know."
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Post by Eric on Oct 23, 2012 19:59:21 GMT -6
She stopped the chair with her foot just as a sick feeling began to creep its way into her gut. Overdoing spinning was never a good idea. "Hey, that's pretty cool! Getting all your family together for that sorta thing," Eric commented, flicking the paper onto the desk and reclining in the chair once more, "I haven't had a birthday with both of my parents siiince.... like, my 8th birthday or so? My dad always off working in like, Hong Kong or some shit, so it's just me and my mom most of the time which, jeez I'd take having a birthday party by myself over that any day."
She chuckled, thinking back to how overbearing her mother always was on her birthday. It was almost law that Eric couldn't be out of bed until 11am, and even then she had strict orders to lounge around and do as she pleased. It was a silly tradition that had lasted up until Eric had moved out, and despite complaining about it constantly whenever it was put into practice, thinking back on it she did feel a bit of nostalgia for it.
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Oct 24, 2012 0:18:49 GMT -6
"...Oh." The volume of Ian's voice dropped and he suddenly felt grateful for how his birthdays had gone. Grateful for always having both of his parents around, even if they were strict. "I -- uh... I'm sorry." Was all he thought to say on the matter. The Medic knew Eric hadn't expressed it that way, but he couldn't help but feel like he'd taken some things back at home for granted.
But, before he brought his own mood too far down, he made an attempt to pick it back up. "Your dad... he worked all the way in Hong Kong though? That's cool -- must've made for some entertaining Career Days, at least." He said, laughing a bit about it. Neither of his parents had ever worked anywhere outside of Cincinnati, so hearing about people with faraway jobs like that was always interesting to him. He pondered for a moment how much things could've been different had he been in her situation.
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Post by Eric on Oct 24, 2012 6:16:09 GMT -6
She shrugged. "Actually, yeah he's in Hong Kong but his jobs actually really boring. It's just finances 'n shit," Eric paused to chuckle, already slowly spinning the chair again. "I just have to pick him because my moms job is bullshit. She's a "paranormal investigator/medium", which is fancy talk for: scamming people out of money by claiming she can talk to their dead relatives. Bitch is crazy I swear. Course, people DO belive her, sooo."
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Oct 24, 2012 13:08:16 GMT -6
"That's... still pretty cool though." Even though Ian himself didn't really believe in things that were paranormal, he had to admit being curious about them. Maybe his beliefs were only because he'd never actually witnessed anything of the sort, though. His inquiring mind would probably get the best of him someday -- at least on that matter.
"Compared to that, both of my parents had some boring jobs." He remarked flatly, hands sliding into his pockets. "My mom sells houses... and my dad works at a big insurance agency. Pretty lame, huh? But I guess we did have money to afford nice things." A grin crept up onto his face after the last phrase. "Not that that's... really a problem now."
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Post by Eric on Oct 24, 2012 14:12:50 GMT -6
"Heh, no kidding. Jeez I'm a fucking scout and I get piles of cash just for waking up in the morning. Being a doc you must make twice that, right?" As she spoke she pulled the list of medical supplies off the desk once more and began folding it into a paper airplane, all while still spinning the chair. Professional mercenaries at their finest.
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Oct 24, 2012 15:28:14 GMT -6
"I guess." Ian knew he got paid a lot... more money than he'd ever seen on one check, anyway -- but he wasn't sure of how high his salary was in relation to hers. "Of course, a lot of it goes back home..." He admitted as she started making revolutions with the chair again.
The sides of his mouth started to drop once he noticed the way Eric was treating the page in her grasp. "H-Hey, I need that." He held out a hand while trying to interject. He had plans to keep the paper in a file for safe-keeping later... to ensure that it stayed in good condition. Organization was something the Medic always sought for.
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Post by Eric on Oct 24, 2012 15:46:38 GMT -6
Her hands paused mid-fold. "Oh. Shit." The chair slowed to a stop while she hastily unfolded the paper. As she worked she glanced between Ian and the paper, smiling sheepishly. "Heh, sorry..." It wasn't exactly perfect, but she'd managed to smooth the paper out as much as she could before setting it back on the desk. "B-but yeah, you send money back to your family? That's pretty cool. Never really considered doing that," Eric shifted to sit completely upright, "got any siblings, or is it just you 'n your folks?"
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Oct 24, 2012 16:51:59 GMT -6
Ian inspected the paper's condition after she put it back on the desk. Looks like he'd saved it just in time. If the damage was still a problem later on, he would just copy it over to another page, no big deal. "Nah, it's alright. Thanks." He reassured her with a small smile.
"Uh, yeah... Mom & Dad can use the money more than me right now. And no, no siblings -- unless you count Maya." He explained while twiddling his thumbs, laughing a bit at the thought of considering his dog a sibling. Maybe if she wasn't so old...
"What about you?" He glanced for the name of one of the few unchecked items remaining on the slightly folded sheet before walking to the supplies to scavenge for it. "...If you don't mind sharing, I mean."
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Post by Eric on Oct 24, 2012 17:15:46 GMT -6
She was about to enquire about "Maya", but she decided to save it when he returned the earlier question. Eric shrugged, replying, "Not much to share. Just me. Had a get until I was like... 8 or so, but that's about it. Hey, it was cool though, didn't have to share anything, I got cool expensive shit, honestly I would've hated to have siblings."
Of course, with her mom leaving her home alone as soon as she was old enough, so there had been plenty of times she'd wished for a sibling. Or another cat.
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Oct 24, 2012 18:31:31 GMT -6
"Really?" Ian was slightly shocked to hear she was glad to have been an only child. "There were a few times where I... would've liked to have a sibling. I dunno -- it just seemed like it would've been nice." He rambled on, digging through one of the cabinets of pills. "Just had my dog though... not that I minded in the end." Because he loved his pooch. He regretted not bringing her up to BLU with him, actually... but there was nothing to be done about that now.
Shooing the remorse away, the young man raised himself up again and walked back to the desk, marking on the sheet that the ward was well-stocked with Zantac.
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Post by Eric on Oct 24, 2012 21:18:42 GMT -6
"Hey, why have a whining, attention hogging sibling when you can have a pet," she commented. "That does kinda suck, though. I mean, I got my birds at one of my older bases, so course it was no big deal bringing 'em to a new one. A dog might be more hazardous though. I mean, with as much as they like to roam around an asshole on the other team could easily try to use it as leverage, or just kill it because... well they're an asshole. Happened once to this sniper I knew, he brought his cat along and after like, two weeks or so the other teams spy had killed it and left it all fucked up on our doorstep for shits and giggles. It was pretty nasty." Her eyes followed Ian as she spoke, eventually bringing her attention back to the list on the desk.
"Oh, hey, looks like you've almost got everything," she commented as he placed another note on the paper.
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Oct 25, 2012 0:18:21 GMT -6
And, as if she'd read his mind, Eric's story defused any future thoughts about keeping his dog at the base. "Yeah, that's..." Ian didn't even have to finish his sentence -- unable to grasp at the words because they were written all over his rigid face.
He took another glance down at the desk once his teammate commented on the progress. "Actually... that was it." He corrected her, scribbling a bit near the bottom of the page. "This part's just a signature." He dotted the 'i' in his last name and then set the pen down with a satisfied exhale.
"Finally." It hadn't really taken as long as he'd predicted, thanks to Eric, but it was still nice to see the task finished.
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Post by Eric on Oct 25, 2012 13:38:32 GMT -6
The moment he affirmed that the list was complete, she sprung out of the chair, all too happy to stretch her legs. " 'Bout time! I hate sitting for that long." She was about to start toward the door, but stray bottle on the desk caught her attention. It only took her a moment to remember how it had gotten there, however, and she scooped it up. "Hey, missed one." Not giving him a chane to reply, she tossed the bottle of Advil at him. "Didn't end up needing that, huh?" She commented with a grin. Now that she thought of it, the ice pack she'd left on the counter had probably gone warm as well. Oh well, it was the thought that counted.
With an eager grin pastered on her face, she began rambling to Ian once again, "Any idea what we should do next? We could get somethin to eat, I'm fucking starving man. Or maybe target practice, hell that's what I was trying to do when that spy showed up..." The list went on, her previous woes over being beaten having been long abdandon.
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Ian
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Post by Ian on Oct 25, 2012 14:59:08 GMT -6
Ian was about to put the file in a drawer for safe-keeping, but an object bouncing off of his chest stopped him. He managed to catch the bottle before it passed his hands and glanced at it. "You sure?" Blinking a few times while talking. Speaking of that, the ice pack would probably be no use to her now either, after sitting out for so long. The Medic walked over to the counter and retrieved it, pulling the cloth off and chucking it to Eric. "I can get you a different one... if you want." He offered as he got to the freezer.
But that's when the Scout asked him for new plans. It was still daylight out, and both of the suggestions sounded like good ideas. After all, Ian had skipped breakfast today to get started on the inventory check... and his syringe gun aim was still mediocre at best. That damn arcing shot took a lot of getting used to.
Or he just had horrible aim. Probably both.
"I say we... eat first. And then see what we can do afterwards." He stated after some thought, giving in to his stomach that groaned at the word 'eat'. "...I should probably get dressed too." He added, laughing at how lazy he probably looked, still in his pajamas and all.
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