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 Post subject: The Fearless Fighters!
PostPosted: Wed Dec 31, 2014 2:06 am 

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When you're half awake, your brain sort of blocks things out. Like right now, for instance, Oliver can hear the danger alarm going off over his head with flashing lights. The incessant blaring meant to alert him there's an emergency somewhere for the Fearless Fighters to handle, and yet our friend here is being a dingus and rolling over trying to block out the sound. I'd say it's about time this hero of ours got out of the compartment of his hover craft and alerts the other Fighters, don't you?

Oliver starts awake, flailing his arm a bit and rattling some shelves over the side of his vehicle. He was a born mechanic, and often falls asleep late into the night halfway through a project from mere exhaustion. A wrench clatters to the floor as his groggy mind comprehends the situation, and he hops out of the Craft and realizes the gravity of the situation at last. This is your freakin job dude, come on!!!

Oliver picks up the pace a bit, almost tripping over a few spare parts on the way out the door. The hallway was regularly bathed in a blood red hue in unison with the reoccuring screaches of the alarm. How the heck did this not wake up his teamates yet?

Oliver is already dressed, so getting ready wasn't much concern. He tugged on the candy red sweater, which had gotten a bit twisted and uncomfortable at some point during the night. The faded blue jeans were pulled above his black high topped Converse, and he scowled at the state of his wardrobe. They've already lost a bit of time, so yelling was probably the best course of action for him right now.

"GUYS GET UP!!!" he yelled into the many corridors of their shared boarding house and base, an invisible robot in the middle of a marshian lake. "THERE'S AN EMERGENCY- er... somewhere" Oliver realized he didn't actually have a fix on the coordinates, but hey! Cross that bridge when we get to it right?

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PostPosted: Wed Dec 31, 2014 7:14 pm 

the stars look very different today ★

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Charley and Oliver stood on top of a blue, rolling hill, with the same visual consistency as a wooly blanket. Oliver wore his usual clothes, save a perky blue captain's hat that rested amid his wavy hair. Charley wore a white sleeveless dress with a sunflower print. She was confused; hadn't she not worn that dress since she was a child? Behind them the sun shone, bathing the hills in an unearthly yellow glow. Before their feet was a sharp drop-off, a rocky outcropping. Sharp spires of stone pointed up at the sky, as if they were trying to climb up the hill and escape the foamy ocean waves that collapsed into them every eight regular heartbeats. But Charley's heartbeats weren't regular, a broken ruler reading every half-inch as a full inch, beating much too often. Her cheeks were flushed, her gingery brown hair whipped by the cold breeze. She felt as if she were floating. What was this? She turned to Oliver, a question on her lips, but he silenced her with a smile.
The peace of the scene was interrupted as a thunderclap rang through the air, causing the hairs on the back of Charley's neck to stand up. Dark clouds began rolling in, the ocean becoming more wily, its waves reaching the top of the outcrop.
"Let's jump!" Oliver shouted, grinning. Charley stared back at him as if he had grown two extra heads. He frowned when she didn't move and took her hand roughly before throwing himself and her over the edge, to the ocean below. The fall was extremely long, drawn out to the point of impossibility. Oliver looked into Charley's eyes with a disappointed look on his face. "You need to get up now," he said regretfully. His voice was strange, less like his and more like someone Charley couldn't place a name on.
"WHAT?" Charley shouted, utterly confused.
Oliver looked at her as if she were some kind of idiot. He gazed down at the ocean below before repeating himself. "I said," he began, "you need to-"

"Get up! Get up! Lazy girl, get up!" Charley' eyes snapped open, lolking up at the plain white ceiling of her room. The alarm continued to trill, repeating the same sentences over and over.
It was her father's voice that had gone over top Oliver's in what had unmistakenly been a dream. She clicked the button, flopping over and gripping her snail plushie moodily. The alarm had been built by her father. It was special, being able to see exactly an hour into the future. An hour was the time it took Charley to go from the 'awake' stage to the 'ready to go' stage. The alarm was wired with the warning system that let the Fearless Fighters know they had a job. Charley had made them late so many times for various things because of her laziness that they had to adapt around it, instead of her adapting. She flipped over again, gazing into her room
The walls had no corners, instead curving around to make a circle. The walls were a pale blue. A single window faced east, into the rising sun, streaming light over everything in the room. Under this window was a modern white desk with a divet in it for a green plastic swivel chair. A curved door stood directly across it. Beside the door was a short oak dresser, the top of it covered in snail memorabilia from stuffed animals to comic books.
After forty five minutes Charley reluctantly got out of bed, trading her snail onesie for skinny jeans and a red hoodie. This process of changing was painfully slow, Charley pausing every few minutes to consider a universe-changing question.
The alarm began blaring as she gazed into her closet for shoes. Often times she didn't wear shoes, but sometimes you really needed to wear them. Many a find-and-retrieve mission had brought them to junk-yards, full of undesirables that shouldn't be touched with any amount of bare skin.
Charley heard Oliver shouting and let out a sigh. She grabbed her bunny slippers and shoved them on her feet before walking out in to the hall, which was awash with red light. "I had the strangest dream," Charley commented, hair bobbing as she walked over to Oliver, "you and I were having a lovely picnic, then you threw me off a cliff." She bent sideways to look down the hall, expecting Damien to come popping through a door at any time now. It was rare that she wasn't the last one there, and even still, she was late. "Where are we headed?" She asked, scanning the doors carefully.

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PostPosted: Sun Jan 04, 2015 12:13 pm 

Wandering through uncharted space...

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Damien didn't want to wake up when the alarm buzzed. He didn't want to think. Didn't want to open his eyes. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to crawl back under those covers and never leave the warmth of the bed again. It was his own stupid fault for deciding coffee was a good thing to have at 7pm at night and then being too high strung to sleep deciding he needed to be doing something. So he'd gone to the training yard and he'd been there almost all night. Well until 3am. He'd crawled into his bed at 4am and finally fallen asleep. That is until the alarm sounded. Damien had never been one to sleep late. or through any noise, yet here he was only slowly beginning to realize that the noises were in fact people screaming that an emergency required them and the alarm was not his mickey-mouse alarm clock, but an actual alarm and call to arms.

He shot out of bed suddenly wide awake and ready to go. He pulled on his clothing his gantlets and all but ran out the door and almost ran straight into Charley as she peeked around the corner looking for him. He skidded to a halt mere inches from her. Instead of barreling her over he took her into a big bear like hug and grinned ruefully. "So what's the emergency?"

He let her go and leaned back against the wall casually watching the others with a big smile and dark circles under his eyes, his good humor clearly in attendance. He always loved morning. Now he was ready and awake he was his typical self once more. Damien wondered what the emergency was all about, and yet he looked much too relaxed to be in a crisis condition. The soft wry smile on his face. The casual way he leaned against the wall. The way his eyes were alight with laughter and good cheer. All these things told of a too cheerful person. Who was also a giant of a young man. Broad of shoulders, big and muscled and tall. He was like a mountain that was slow to anger but violent when he was angry. He was just zen in many ways.

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