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Post by Fire (Hawk) Owlson on Jul 25, 2012 17:50:49 GMT -5
It had been a couple of days since the incident with Fire and the Captain. Fire hadn't showed himself very much to the rest of the crew since, locking himself in his shuttle. There he hadn't done anything interesting either, a couple of workouts, cleaning guns had taken most of his time though. The only time he would leave his shuttle was when he was hungry or in high need, because the shuttle sadly didn't include a food container or toilet.
Fire's stomach was rumbling again, he sighed and put his gun down. He opened the shuttle door and blinked a little at the bright light coming from the cargo bay. When he was used to the light, he walked to the living area. "Please let nobody be there", he prayed to himself. He sighed relieved when his prayer was heard and walked into the kitchen, to go and look for something to eat. After a while he found a tin can with porkish meat. Fire bit his lip disappointed. "Well if it's eatable", he said to himself. He opened one of the drawers and took out a tin can opener. Smelling the meat first, he took a little bit from it. "Hmm...", he said neutral. "Alright".
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Dexter Shield
Drifter 
[AWD:0105]Shepherd
50 years old
Played By Lars[M:0]
Posts: 44
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Post by Dexter Shield on Jul 25, 2012 18:05:11 GMT -5
Dexter was sitting off to the side, relaxing when the man he remembered to be called Owlson walked in. He didn't seem to notice the preacher's presence, being intent on finding any leftover food stuffs. Shield remained silent watching him root through what there was, a small smile creeping across his face. It faded, however, when he thought back to the incident a few days before.
As he watched, Shield thought about the things that could drive a man to such fear and reckless bravery. He didn't know, but he was sure it would have been something very big. A memory of the words "You killed my friends and my dad.." Came back and Shield sighed, very softly. He closed his eyes for a moment, and then decided to see what could be done.
"Is there anything good in there?" He asked the man who was facing away from him, breaking his own silence. "You seem to be enjoying it."
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Post by Fire (Hawk) Owlson on Jul 31, 2012 6:00:31 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry for my very late reply...)
Fire looked up, shocked. He thought nobody but him had been in the room, but apparently the Shepherd had developed quite a good skill in hiding for other people. He gave the shepherd a little smile when he addressed him. "It's alright", Fire said. "Better than nothing". He smiled a little again. He still wasn't in the mood of talking to other people. He knew where this conversation would lead and he didn't like it. The solution would be walking away, but then again that would be rude. Fire remained silent and kept eating bits of meat. He chose the second solution, which was not saying anything until spoken to.
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Dexter Shield
Drifter
[AWD:0105]Shepherd
50 years old
Played By Lars[M:0]
Posts: 44
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Post by Dexter Shield on Aug 2, 2012 17:27:25 GMT -5
[Don't sweat it!  ] Shield smiled, a bit, at the man's words. Sensing the annoyance, bordering on anger, Dexter decided to tread lightly as he proceeded. He looke d Fire in the eyes as he spoke his next words. "If you want to leave, I'll make no move to stop you." He said, indicating the door and then shrugging. "I just thought I might try getting to know the others on the ship, although apparently the kitchen was a poor choice of locations, you are the first one I have seen all day." Dexter sighed, and chuckled. "It would seem everyone is hiding themselves." He looked away for a moment, then back at Owlson. "Sit down, son." He mused, "I won't bite."He continued on without waiting for any response, acting as though he expected the other man to sit. "I don't know if you really know who I am or not." He began, sitting back. "But the name is Shield. And if you can see at all I am sure you know what I am." He smiled, in a friendly manner. "Don't worry, I am not going to shove a cross in your hands and a Bible down your throat..." He paused, looking away, his eyes darkening for just a moment. "That isn't my style." He returned his gaze to Owlson. "But I have no idea what you do." He absent mindedly rubbed his fingers together. "So tell me, what brings you out here?" |
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Post by Fire (Hawk) Owlson on Aug 9, 2012 18:21:01 GMT -5
Fire looked up as he heard the shepherd's words. He gave him a weak smile. "Thanks", he said and continued eating his meat. He nodded as he put another piece of meat in his mouth. He actually just wanted to eat his food and be left alone. He smiled again hiding his annoyance a bit. The shepherd then offered Fire a chair. Fire thought about it for a moment, but sat down anyway.
He continued eating, being not really interested in this conversation. It wasn't about a job or anything, so why would he care. He did try to look at least a bit interested though, and nodded once in a while, giving the shepherd some little smiles and short answers.
"I heard", Fire said.
The subject suddenly changed to Fire's personal life. He looked up and bit his lip. He was definitely not in the mood to talk about his life and job, so he choose to keep his answer short, again.
"I needed a shuttle. It's hard to get around without one, you know", Fire said smiling a little.
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