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Post by roxanne on May 17, 2009 12:57:53 GMT -5
Roxanne was still avoiding unpacking so after she stopped by the cockpit she decided to walk around. Roxanne had some stripped sleep pants on that were just thick enough to keep her warm or cool depending on what she needed. Over her t-shirt she wore a sweatshirt that was her brothers. She would start a letter at some point to try and fix things with her family. It was hard not being able to talk to her brother. They were so close. She never meant to blame them. Roxanne had been hurting a lot then and just needed to get away.
She pulled the sleeves down as she found a small sitting area near the infirmary. She saw no one in sight and decided to stretch across the couch. Her bed could do the job but then she’d be tempted to go through the box. She stared at the ceiling and counted the bolts holding the walls and ceiling together. It kept her mind off everything. Plus, it was kind of fun.
The slippers she wore were kicked off onto the floor and she wiggled her toes in her socks. She wondered if anyone was up or if they were all relaxing/napping before the job. They should be there in less the 6 hours. Roxanne would probably nap before then. All she needed was a small three hour one and she’d be fine. A tune began to escape her lips as she sung softly in Cantonese. A lullaby her mother used to sing to her.
((OOC: Lullaby is such, though the translations I kept getting I got symbols haha.
Hush my baby
Hush my grain of gold
The night is very cold
The night is very cold))
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Post by georgewest on May 21, 2009 14:10:22 GMT -5
George was having trouble sleeping before the job when he suddenly realized that he didn't have a good first aid kit ready for the job. He was wearing synthetic cotton sleeping attire (blue pants and red shirt), because real cotton could cost a lot of money. he walked slowly and quietly out of his room and toward the infirmary. People needed sleep before a mission like this and he didn't want to be the one to deprive anyone by making too much noise.
He stepped out his door and heard a faint song. It was a lullaby. He had heard it before but was having a tough time placing the memory in to the mingled chronology of his life. He took a few steps when he remembered. His mother used to sing it to him back on Paradisio, before she died. George found himself in a flood of memories that engulfed him completely, and brought a few tears to his eyes. He wiped them away as he came closer to the source of the song.
He saw Roxanne laying on the couch and realized it was her. He began to turn around but he couldn't help but go forward. "That's a great song," he said softly.
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Post by roxanne on May 21, 2009 21:36:05 GMT -5
Roxanne wiggled her toes in her socks as she sung the song softly. If only singing to herself could help her get to sleep huh? Maybe it was her conscious for not clearing the air sooner. But she did have to go out on her own. Roxanne didn’t want to grow up and take over her father’s ship. That wasn’t her dream. It may be her brothers but not hers. Her parents would probably die on that boat. Roxanne probably will die on a boat seeing as she knew nothing else.
Roxanne’s songs was interrupted by a voice behind her. She turned her upper body to face George. As she held herself up on her elbow she smiled softly. ”Thanks. It’s an old lullaby my mother used to sing to me.” Roxanne was glad she wasn’t alone in the unable to sleep boat. It got boring when she had to battle being unable to sleep by herself. At least talking could pass some of the time.
”You heard it before or was my performance the first time you heard it?” Roxanne let her arm collapse but kept her body turned and facing the doctor.
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Post by georgewest on Jun 5, 2009 17:21:56 GMT -5
"No, I've heard it before," he paused. He could talk about the war, about patients he lost and about anything without feeling too much sadness. The past was the past, or so he told himself. His parents though were hard for him to talk about. "My...my mother sang it to me when I was little, before she died...that is." There was that tear again, he needed to change the subject.
He walked over and leaned against the wall. He tried to wipe his eye without Roxanne noticing by rubbing his eye in a tired gesture.
"So...what are you doin' up, are you having trouble sleeping or are you nervous about the job?" He might as well make conversation so as to take his mind off his past. "If you want, I can give you something to help you sleep." He nodded toward the infirmary
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Post by roxanne on Jun 5, 2009 21:40:47 GMT -5
Roxanne was never sure of who had heard what. It was one of the few lullabys her mother would sing to them. Many other were too desolate for her. "Ah hope I didn't ruin it for you." Her face fell a little. She was familiar with death after all. "I'm sorry." She didn't want to bring up about Nathaniel at this point. That was something for later. This was also a thing with George, no need to bring up about her dead fiancee. There would also be another time she could ask him how his mother died. Right now, he seemed too emotional.
Roxanne shrugged a bit. "Um a bit of both. Putting off unpacking some hard memories too." Her nose wrinkled up at the thought of taking something to help sleep. She waved her hand to show she was all set. "I'm not the biggest fan of taking something to help me sleep unless it's been three days or something like that." Roxanne became curious though about him. He hadn't spoken much since he offered to have Lily be his test subject. "Why be a doctor? I mean everyone has a different reason when they first go in compared to why they keep up now. I want to hear your story." And Roxanne would keep asking questions too until she was satisfied.
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Post by georgewest on Jun 19, 2009 23:55:43 GMT -5
George was glad when the topic shifted away from his parents. Those were hard memories, but most of his young life would have been considered by most. "When I was fifteen I bought passage to Ariel aand when I got there, it turned out that even the Alliance worlds weren't all they wanted you to think they were." he paused for a second to try to find the right way to phrase the rest of the story. "Long story short, I ended up working for a crime boss running some minor crimes and stuff when my best and o..." He stopped short before saying "only friend". "My best friend was shot, I ended up doing some makeshift surgery and he survived. I then studied for a year and gained entrance to the medical academy on Ariel. Frank was a really good guy." George said sadly, remembering how his friend would die due to a similar wound a few years later.
"So how about you, any more of your story or are you gonna pry deeper in to mine, he said laughing. He didn't mine talking about himself if she was still uncomfortable talking about her own past, he guessed that she was having trouble seeing as unpacking brought about some had memories.
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Post by roxanne on Jun 30, 2009 12:54:09 GMT -5
Roxanne pulled her legs up to wrap her arms around them and tucked her knees underneath her chin. She loved to hear about people’s stories. George’s was no different. He had had a lot of tragedy. Both his parents gone and his best friend. She had simply lost Kyle…but, that was all the tragedy she was able to handle. ”That’s a sad way to start your studies. But, it‘s a good thing you did. The Verse can always use good doctors like you.” She offered him a bright smile to try and chase away the bad memories. One just as much for him as for herself.
With a shrug of her shoulders she bit her lip. ”Not much really. My dad started to show me how to fly when I was a little girl and him and the pilots we’ve had come through his ship should me everything I know and then some. Started to fly his when I was eighteen. Bout a few months ago left my father’s ship and now here I am. Flying this here beauty.” Her speech was somewhere between refined and educated and the outer edge slang. It came from everything their mother taught her and her brother and just what she picked up form their travels.
With a pop of her eyebrow she smiled widely. ”But for prying deeper…” A small chuckle left her lips. ”Favorite memory you have.” Roxanne was having a lot of fun with this. Probably too much fun.
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Post by georgewest on Jul 6, 2009 11:56:22 GMT -5
George listened as Roxanne gave the spark notes version of her life. He could tell that there was something else going on but he didn't like to pry if he could help it. He returned the smile and then said, "Wow, favorite memory, that's surprisingly an easy one." George was smiling and looking a up a little to try and remember the exact details.
"When I first started exploring the verse and only a few months before I joined the war, I was on a transport and while I was asleep, the left me on some planet or moon. I heard them talking about a job they were going to pull and I guess they didn't want me around anymore," George explained. "Anyway, I started walking and happened upon a town that had a plague of some sort ravaging it. I was able to study and experiment on it and by sheer luck and a little intelligence, I was able to find a cure." George started laughing as he told this next part, "The townspeople had a huge celebration and Renamed the town to Weston (mixing West and the suffix for town) and started building a statue of me. I ended up leaving a few days later on a nearly derelict transport and was dropped off to join the war. It wasn't until I got there that I realized I never found out what planet the town was on."
George paused as to let his facial nerves calm down from laughing, "So how about, you? any happy memories you wish to share with the class?"
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Post by roxanne on Jul 6, 2009 23:12:22 GMT -5
Roxanne wasn’t ready to give out why she left her father’s ship. Because they had thought about her boyfriend’s death. Her near fiancée. The one who she had talked to about marrying. And he had bought the ring. Wrote in his journal that he was going to ask her. Of course, she felt like wearing it when she found the ring. A way to be closer to him. Since she had lost him. All she had left were his journals and photographs. But, some things deserved to be returned to his family at some point. Something she was hoping to do. But only in person.
She was glad this was an easy one for him. It usually meant he thought on it often. His story was fascinating to her. Not many people got a town named after them. The statue part made her face light up with a smile and laughter. It was a cute story. For a doctor. ”I bet every doctor has a town named after them.” Being dropped off for the war had to be the sad part. Maybe she could try to find the town if he ever expressed interest in revisiting it. It may take a bit ad hopefully someone wrote down their local history. But Roxanne was confident she could do it. She could locate any place with the technology they had. Just don’t expect it right away.
Hmm. Her favorite memory. Some were tinged with Nathaniel, but she kept those out. Her eyes lit up at the thought of one she always thought back on. ”I was about thirteen when my father got on job and we landed on some moon. I don’t even remember. But it was late autumn time. Well, my brother and I were outside playing when it started to snow. I had never been anywhere when it began to snow. It was magical for me.” Her laughter came out again as she moved on. ”That’s when my brother decided to have a snow ball fight. He brought it into the ship and caught my mother off guard. She actually came out along with our medic, and friend, Dennis. Eventually my father got home from talking to the guy he just saw us all throwing these pathetic snowballs, shook his head and said “Don’t involve me” and then my mother throws one at him. It became a snowball war then.” It was one of her most cherished memories of her family. Especially since the most recent ones were less then happy.
With her thumb, she fiddled with the diamond ring in thought. ”My father never talked much about the war. He served until he was injured.” That was a tidbit she only shared with a select few. ”Didn’t even let my mom teach us much about it except the basics. Wanted us to remain young and alive and free spirited.” She didn’t know why her thoughts went there but shook them away with a flicker of her hand. ”But that’s a young girls memories. Aside form the town named after you, what’s the most memorable place you’ve been.”
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Post by georgewest on Jul 14, 2009 13:01:44 GMT -5
The most memorable place he'd been to was as easy one as well, but in a completely different way. "My most vivid memory took place on Hera at the battle of Serenity valley," He paused rubbing his forehead, he was starting to get tired and he needed rest for the job but he didn't mind staying up. "I was in Sgt. Reynold's company but I got separated early on. I then, may have, kinda, sorta, save ole Bulletproof from an early death," George laughed at this last part.
"Of course, he wouldn't remember, we never actually spoke that day, he was unconscious and I had to drag him to safety." Not many thought back to that battle with a smile, but West was a person that would just focus on the small enjoyable bits of any event and revolve the event around it. He remembered the fear, the death and the unholy sight of the Alliance reinforcements arriving en mass, but those weren't the things he liked to discuss.
"How about you, any particular place you remember more than any other?"
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Post by roxanne on Jul 19, 2009 12:26:57 GMT -5
Reynolds. The name sounded familiar as more then just in relation to the war. Form a conversation she overheard her parents having. Roxanne wished she could place it more accurately then just she remembered it form somewhere. ”Did you ever tell him that you saved his life or just let him go on living life?” War buddies. She wondered if her father alked to any old war buddies. Probably not but that was him, not Ben and George.
“Jiangyin.” Roxanne nodded somberly. It was actually her saddest memory there. Roxanne took in a deep breath and tried to brave it out. “It’s where someone particularly close to me was killed. But also where my brother lived, despite being wounded.” That was all she said about that. She tried to put on a brave smile as she drew in a deep breath. It was probably the closest she’d tell anyone about Nathaniel for now. No one needed to know in her mind. It wasn’t anyone’s business at this moment in time. At least for this moment.
Roxanne looked around and tried to put on a brighter curve of her lips. ”Do you want to walk with me? I feel like taking a walk around the ship.” Her feet found the floor as she straightened to stand up.
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