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Marakai2.0

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Haven't Even Gotten Started Yet.... [Goblin!]
« on: January 12, 2018, 02:05:49 pm »
It'd already been more than an hour since Raz had touched down and entered Haviah, and only forty-five minutes since he'd entered the ATC. He'd messaged Alec just as soon as he got in, requesting that he send Ms. Bannister to rec room 7d as soon as she had finished doing whatever task it was he'd set her on.

He hadn't bothered asking what she was doing, and he didn't care - he'd read and reread the exchange between his candidate and Soba enough times he could nearly recite it word for word, and each time his eyes turned to it he fumed just a little more. Why was it so hard for her to figure out that her attitude was more than just pushing other people away? Stage 4 was passed teamwork...she should have been smart enough to realize that, just because you were out of Stage 3, that it didn't mean you could stop practicing the norms, and, furthermore, it wasn't that hard to figure out that a pretty good part of that involved getting along with your team. And in this case, her team was every other candidate she came in contact with, no matter what mode of contact that may be.

He'd told her enough times about it, both plainly and offhand, as well as punished her in ways she knew she'd have been more than a little irritated by...one candidate, singing at her door, as well as the stunt he pulled for her birthday came to mind immediately. Maybe Dorn was right...he'd have to be harsh with her. But it didn't take long for him to figure out that harshness could come in varying forms.

And so, he found himself in 7d, waiting, and had been waiting for some time, slowly but surely working his anger up to a steady burn, and glad he'd remembered to choose a room with no windows...he wasn't entirely sure the exchange would end with the survival of anything made of glass, and already his forefinger tapping upon the table, time and time again, was sending sonic vibrations throughout the room, the echo obviously louder than the norm.

TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP. The sound was loud even in his ears, and if he focused he could see the individual sound waves reaching out like the ripples in a pond, crawling across the table at the speed of sound and through the open air to reverberate off of the walls with no loss in intensity. His focus remained hard on the door in front of him, as he watched for it to open and listened for the sounds of incoming footsteps on the other side of it. Sapphire eyes had long turned to ice as he while away the time until she made it there.
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Re: Haven't Even Gotten Started Yet.... [Goblin!]
« Reply #1 on: January 12, 2018, 07:36:51 pm »
Candidate Bannister was in purgatory. There simply was no other thing to call the suffering she was undergoing at the hands of one Pilot Noble Alec Holding. She had expected reprimanding, possibly even SDT punishments for her runaway mouth. Heather just did not know when to quit or perhaps she simply was too stupid to know when to be afraid. It was one thing to bully her fellow Candidates but to actually go head to head with a Pilot that far outranked her, was another matter entirely. She was too cocky and too much of a dog-fighter for her own good. Even she didn't know whether she was looking to die or just rile everyone up around her first.

The order from Candidate Affairs had been heavily anticipated. Heather had been awake and waiting for it and even as she was called up publicly, she still found herself responding almost jovially. There was just something addicting about getting the last word in even if it meant wrapping the noose ever tighter about your own throat. While that dark smirk had remained on her face all through her lecturing, it had faded to see bold red letters drag across her file. TRIM. The concept of disappearing into the nothingness, to be forgotten by all that had ever known you was not a foreign one to her. Heather had often thought of it, of what it would be like to die, to be sold of, to be nothing more and give up. It was strange to her then that faced with the possibility of her end as Heather Bannister did not scare her as much as she thought it would.  Her gaze had hardened but her chin had raised defiantly to attention. She would not go easy that was for sure. Heather would have her last word in all sense of the phrase as that was to be her end.

Except, perhaps it was not. Pilot Holding had forced her into the tedious penance of handwriting a letter of apology to Jasmine. Over and over she was made to scribble on page after page, each one less to the man's liking than the last. No amount of stubbornness, lip, or temper tantrums changed it either. She could be as vile as she wanted, a new sheet of paper would just face her instead with the previous one having been crumbled into the waste bin. Her hand cramped, her stomach growled, her headache of frustration continued to grow and still nothing was good enough. Even when she actually tried she was pushed until her hand was left shaking but it was done.

It wasn't over yet though. Candidate Harte was called in and Heather was made to suffer further humiliation by reading the apology aloud. NO amount of protesting on her part would change his mind either. What was worse was it was not even just reading it aloud, she had to do it with feeling. Over and over, Heather read it, her voice becoming hoarse with the strain of containing her growing fury and from keeping her sonokinetics from rattling every item in the office. Each crunch of cookies and juicy swallow of each bite was driving her insane. She could hear everything and her own hunger did not let her forget it as Jasmine and Alec ate while waiting for her to be done.

An entire day gone by the time Jasmine was dismissed and still Heather was not done with her sentence. The Pilot was escorting her out and around halls to what fate she did not know. Perhaps it would be TRIM for her after all. She squared her shoulders, standing straight as she was marched about before a sound caused her ears to perk in confusion. Her steps faltered only to be grabbed by the shoulder and firmly shoved forward into opening a door that made the vibrations louder and more intense.

"Oh you're shittin' me," she murmured under her breath as a rather furious ice prince's presence finally registered with her. Heather tried to back up but Alec had already closed the door behind her, trapping her in with the very pissed off Pilot Echo Razican Eleria.

Running her tongue over her front teeth, she nodded her head and shoved her hands into her pockets. "S'up," Heather greeted before leaning casually back against the door. It seemed TRIM would wait a little longer at least for now.

Marakai2.0

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Re: Haven't Even Gotten Started Yet.... [Goblin!]
« Reply #2 on: March 28, 2018, 11:47:28 am »
That one word, that casual 'Sup?' set one of those narrowed icy eyes to twitch. Did she not care at all? And the way she leaned back against the door, hands shoved in her pockets as if she didn't have a care in the world set his blood boiling.

That finger, tap-tapping on the table, ceased its movements yet remained curled over as if in preparation to slam down once more. As it stopped, so did the sound - the waves of sound not gone, to be clear, yet frozen in place, ready to crash down in a crescendo of tumultuous discord. He could feel them, tightly strung yet frozen in place around the plain room, as if waiting.

If his eyes could have become colder, they would have. Maybe they did - if so, he didn't notice.

"Shut the fuck up. And sit down."

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Re: Haven't Even Gotten Started Yet.... [Goblin!]
« Reply #3 on: April 05, 2018, 03:53:50 pm »
She considered it a small blessing that while Razican could be considered an ice prince in that moment he was not actually a Cryo. While the poised tremors of sound hung heavily in the air all around them, she could relax in the solace that at least she was not about to be turned into a Bannister-sized block of ice.

Her brows shot up at his words. Not like she had said much of anything to begin with to warrant that now had she? Heather shrugged slightly before slinking over to a seat. After the day she had had she really didn't feel the need for protocol. She was good as gone as far as she knew. This was just tying up loose ends. Slouched with elbows on her knees and quirked brow the Candidate nodded to mentor. Well go on, the gesture seemed to say.

 

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