It's Who We Are {ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE RP/SIGN-UP}

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    Minx Carnaxa "Carna" Reeves


    I took no offered help when I climbed down after Milo, nor was I offered any help to begin with. Adjusting the blue slip of a skirt of mine as I ended up in front of Evan, whom was naturally telling his younger brother to do something and complaining about how slow we were going - correction: Milo was going. I was simply following because I had no idea how to get to where we needed to be. Lifting my hand in silence, I scratched the detailed blue flower on my shoulder. I felt as if I was allergic to something on the sub, or something I didn't have any control over would happen. Either way, in a deep part of my mind, this voyage worried me beyond belief.

    Not sure what to do, so I stuck with my brother. I kept raising a hand to brush my hair over my eyepatch, and was just fussing with my appearance. I straightened my jacket, and the thin bowtie ish thing hanging loosely around my neck. I sniffed, and tilted my head slightly to the left.

    Gıя αпɔ Pıɢɢч (inactive 4 now) wrote:

    Minx Carnaxa "Carna" Reeves


    I took no offered help when I climbed down after Milo, nor was I offered any help to begin with. Adjusting the blue slip of a skirt of mine as I ended up in front of Evan, whom was naturally telling his younger brother to do something and complaining about how slow we were going - correction: Milo was going. I was simply following because I had no idea how to get to where we needed to be. Lifting my hand in silence, I scratched the detailed blue flower on my shoulder. I felt as if I was allergic to something on the sub, or something I didn't have any control over would happen. Either way, in a deep part of my mind, this voyage worried me beyond belief.

    ♥ Bao Zi wrote:

    Not sure what to do, so I stuck with my brother. I kept raising a hand to brush my hair over my eyepatch, and was just fussing with my appearance. I straightened my jacket, and the thin bowtie ish thing hanging loosely around my neck. I sniffed, and tilted my head slightly to the left.


    MILO JAMES THATCH


    Rather than be annoyed by Evan's insistence for us to keep moving, I was actually rather amused. I mean, I was just as privately excited as he was. I don't think anyone realized just how frustrating it was for me back in Washington to be stuck in that dungeon of a boiler room, and to have no one believe me when I said Atlantis did exist. I had the proof, but no one would listen. Mr. Harcourt especially. He must've treated my grandfather exactly the same way.


    The four of us - me, Carnaxa, Evan, and Lewis - reached the bridge in no time at all. And just in time, for Rourke was just giving the order for the clamps to be released from the Ulysses. The groan was noticeable, and soon enough we were submerged, the engines coming to life as we descended into the darkening depths.


    This was it. There was no going back now. Whatever happened, happened. I came on this expedition in pursuit of my dream. And darn it all, I was going to catch it.

    A smile spread across Alan's face as they submerged. "And my newest adventure begins!" He says softly before turning to Milo. "You must be mister Milo Thatch. I'm Alan Smith, scout and gunsmen. It's a pleasure to meet the man who'll be leading me on my newest adventure." He said holding out a hand to Milo. He stood a few inches taller than Milo but was just as lanky and thin.

    Minx Carnaxa "Carna" Reeves


    I bummed into Evan accidentally, frowning when I did. "Apologizes." I said softly to him as we walked into the control room. Suddenly an unpleasant groaning sound filled my ears. I quickly covered them to try and drown out the sound; it felt like it was stabbing my ear drums. Yes, I have very sensitive hearing. When I could tell the groaning sounds ended, I uncovered my ears. Since I was standing next to Milo, I looked up at Herr Smith when he addressed Herr Thatch. I blinked up at him. Something I didn't understand fully was why I liked the eye patch, it was a telltale sign he had an interesting past. Same goes to say for Herr Lewis, and perhaps Herr Evan as well. I already knew Herr Thatch's past, Mr. Whitmore told me about how he knew Thatch's grandfather. My gaze moved away from Alan's before he could notice me staring, which would be very embarrassing on my part.

    EVAN KEDOMATAT MONTGOMERY


    "No worries," I assured Carnaxa when she bumped into me accidentally, shrugging to indicate it was no big deal. I watched quietly as Milo and Alan greeted each other, smiling slightly as the exchange took place. It was good to see that the linguist was making some conversation (from what I had heard, he'd been stuck in that boiler room for God knows how many years). He was one goddamned lucky man. "I hate to break up the little chat, but Milo, shouldn't you start getting ready for your presentation?" I asked, referring to the lecture he had planned on giving once we had gone under.


    "Uh, yeah, right, right, I forgot. I'll be up in the bridge in just a second," the linguist said, hurriedly stuffing the Shepherd's journal into the bag he carried before running off to get his notes and documents. I merely laughed, amused with his busybody attitude. "Not many people like him," I commented to Lewis, ruffling his hair teasingly as I said so.

    Minx Carnaxa "Carna" Reeves


    I smiled at Evan slightly when he took my apology for bumping into him. I played with my fingers, quietly looking at Milo and Alan speak, eyes wide. My tongue passed over my lips quickly, hydrating them. I watched the boys around me converse, not one for small talk really. My head tilted slightly to the side when I heard Evan tell his brother that nobody really liked Milo. "What does nobody like Herr Thatch? He only wants to discover something people believe to be folklore. To bring light to a lost culture." I said calmly with a voice laced with confusion. "He loves to study and learn about the lost worlds. If it makes any difference, if there is only one person on his blasted heap of mechanical metal, I will happily fill that slot." I said, not caring one bit if it sounded like a rant or not. My arms crossed over my chest, the natural and toned muscles in my biceps flexed due to a twitch my body went through. It made me unhappy knowing now that not many people aboard this submarine liked Milo, whom without nobody here would be able to even find a trail to Atlantis, let alone where it could actually be located!

    Alan glanced over at Carna surprise evident on his face. "I don't think that's what Evan was trying to say. He means there's nobody that is like Milo in the affect of he is uniquepersonality wise." Alan tried to explain as he fully turned to her.

    Minx Carnaxa "Carna" Reeves


    My dark grey eyes shifted from Evan to Alan, raising a brow slightly as I listened to him speak. My features gradually changed from confusion to understanding. "That makes more sense. How could someone not like Milo? He is a good soul." I replied, eyes locked on his, even if he had an eye patch. I was starting to like the eye patch on the two young men. "May I ask you something?" I said, turning to face him fully.

    "Oui, you may." Alan nodded urging the girl on for her question. As much as his job was a solo person job, he liked others and was very much an open book on almost any matter if not all depending on who you were.

    Minx Carnaxa "Carna" Reeves


    "Where and how did you get the eye patch?" I asked, pointing the the same eye it would be if it were me instead of him. My grey eyes were wide with curiosity. I may not talk much, and people may think I'm rude or arrogant, but I did love trying to make new friends and learning about others. If they would permit me to do so at least. "If you don't mind my asking, of course. You don't have to answer if you don't want to." Something I learned over the years about myself was I was pushed around easily, despite my hard and guarded exterior. People could still manage to boss me around if they did the right things that made me forget who I am. It has happened before, and ever since I haven't done anything with relationships, nor have I let someone get to know me like I have in the past. My history was virtually unknown to everyone onboard, including Mr. Whitman himself. "I would never make someone reveal anything of them self unless they wanted to." I explained, looking up at him.


    Side plot idea?

    The post was edited 1 time, last by Gıя αпɔ Pıɢɢч (inactive 4 now) ().

    "This?" Alan commented as he lightly touched his eye patch. "I grew up in France with my father, it's where I learned to be a scout. But he passed away when I was 19, I got really emotional for a time. Got myself in a fight recklessly, cost me my eye." He told a shortened version of his past while holding a hand to the black cloth. A soft smile was on his face as he looked at Carna.


    ((The side plot works for me as long as is cool with Amplifang.))