The Magnificent Wendy (Roleplay thread)

Lance Becking-

Male | 26 | Engineer

Interaction: Aaron/Arabella ( Vilaeri )

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The black haired male glanced away from his work to spot to spot the familiar lead engineer under the engine, his hand outstretched and in search for something. Lance narrowed his eyes and looked around, soon locking onto the tool box that must've shifted from Aaron's grasp. He sighed and stopped what he was doing to kick the tool box over, "Try not to get us killed, alright?"

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Matthew-

Matthew sighed as the ship rocked and swayed, sending him into a wall and knocking the wind out of him. "Ow. Geez," the boy mumbled tiredly, bracing himself before standing up again. "I really need to work on my balance..." His golden eyes peered around and his hair fell in his face, which he promptly brushed away. He looked over to Autumn as she disappeared to the lower decks to do who knows what, and stared out at the open sky. The crisp air nipped at his nose and cheeks, giving him a rosy look, and the wind blew his hair around behind him. Instead, not waiting for a new job, he quietly went over to a balcony and peered over the edge, looking down at the world below.

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Autumn-

Autumn walked along the creaky boards of the lower decks, the whir of the engine comforting her. At least, it was that small moment that she savored, before she was hit in the leg by a toolbox that she recognized as Aaron's. She employed a few of her choice curse words, before sliding it back across the floor at the other engineer. "Watch where you put your equipment, Aaron," she said with a pained sigh, sinking against the wall for a moment, her heterochromatic eyes looking at him with a strong sense of dislike. "You could hurt somebody with everything that hangs off," she explained, sending a wrench that had gone rogue back in his direction as well. She quickly drew her reddish dark brown hair into her two signature pigtails, grimacing as another rogue tool hit her in the foot. "Okay Aaron, I swear to god if another thing hits me, I will put a new definition of pain in the dictionary."

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Andrew-

The tall boy grinned at a job well done, "Now rest that, I don't want another sprain," he spoke gently before exiting the room and walking the upper decks. He smirked at his brother, seeing he was gazing off the ship again. "You know that you can't keep daydreaming again. We live on this ship, Matthew. You can't keep thinking about what you know that you can't have. Accept it." All he got in response was a resentful frown. "Oh come on, it's not that bad. I mean, how can you long for what you've never had?"

Lance Becking-

Male | 26 | Engineer

Interaction: Autumn ( The Magician's Daughter )

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He crossed his arms as he watched Aaron accept the tool box and dig out what he needed, he then stepped back to give him room to work as he leaned up against the wall. Lance rubbed his hands off on his pants, and glanced in Autumn's direction as she seemed none too happy with Aaron's tools going astray. He rolled his eyes to her, "Keep complaining and you wonder why women are rarely allow to work here."

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Matthew-

OFI

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Autumn-

Autumn gave the male a "bitch really" look before continuing with her hair. Once she was finished, she responded with, "No, the reason most women don't work here is because most girls don't have the skills or even want to pursue a career like this." Her black t-shirt stood out against the wooden walls, and she tightened her shoe laces before leaning against the wall. She didn't have time for his shit, and she wouldn't take it. The white ribbons in her hair glistened in the light as she opened a window, letting some fresh air into the stuffy lower level. She inhaled deeply watching as Aaron went up, staring out at the sky for a moment and becoming distracted.

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Andrew-

Andrew glanced over as Aaron came up to the upper deck, waving with a warm smile to the other, before turning back to his brother, whom he was currently trying to tear their focus away from the sky and to better, more productive things.

Lance Becking-

Male | 26 | Engineer

Interaction:

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He looked to Aaron as he was assigned a task, "Sure thing." He responded and watched him walk out. His attention returned to Autumn, "Leaves me to wonder how you got in 'cause I have yet to the skill and the motive." He mumbled and kicked a wrench in her direction. "But whatever helps you sleep at night!" Lance said louder before turning to go check out gun 2.

Kelly pinched the bridge of her nose, her eyes closed. A headache throbbed full throttle as she worked on paperwork. So much paperwork. Her desk was a mess with the paperwork, but Kelly knew it was unavoidable. Any time there wasn’t a patient to look after, Kelly was here, finishing paperwork regarding just about anything. Once her vision went blurry, Kelly pulled her glasses off and ran a hand through her choppy black hair and stood up.

She made her way to the medicinal cabinet. An early lesson they learned was that doctors should never self-medicate. Kelly of course, didn’t mind. Her gentle hands gripped the orange pill bottle and she carefully shook one out. Kelly popped it in her mouth and swallowed, no use for water.

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Matthew-

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Autumn-

Autumn frowned. "Well fuck you too," she muttered, balling up a fist as the wrench hit her, the irony seemingly too much. She put it into her tool belt and inhaled deeply, tearing her gaze away from the window. "I really do need to find something productive to do. So much for trying to be a good engineer, i'm not even doing anything."

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Andrew-

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Lance Becking-

Male | 26 | Engineer

Interaction:

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He made his way up and adjusted his tool belt around his waist, his eyes wandered the skies for a brief moment before he tore his gaze away on focused on making his way to his destination. Once there Lance took a general look at the jammed gun, "Alright, what seems to be the problem..?" He mumbled at he eyed the gun over. He then got to examining it closer, having to take apart some pieces to see inside. He soon spotted the problem and didn't have the tools currently on him to fix it, so he made his way back down.

Kelly looked surprised to see Arabella, “Oh! Mr. Cogsworth,” She sighed, standing up. In the harsh lighting of the medical bay, Kelly looked so pale her skin was almost transparent, the dark bags under her grey eyes more prominent that usual. Her eyes focused on Arabella’s hand and she immediately walked to the first aid kit on the wall.

It was a decent size and filled with bandages, gauze, and a spray bottle of disinfectant. “I don’t know why they refuse to put one of these in the possession of the crew.” She hissed.

Kelly approached Arabella, a sour look on her already tired face. Her hands were cold to the touch, practically freezing, but there was little Kelly could do.

She examined the cut, “Wash it out in the sink over there and then I’ll give you some disinfectant.” She ordered, her voice rather monotone. She was standing rather close, but Kelly didn’t seem to mind. Her mind didn’t work the same way as other, she missed social cues, like boundaries for example. Her peircing grey eyes unrelenting as she studied every detail of ‘Aaron’s’ face.

Lance Becking-

Male | 26 | Engineer

Interaction: Autumn ( The Magician's Daughter )

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He made his way back down to the engine room to see Autumn still there, he released a breath and went to grab the blow torch. "Hey. Mind giving me hand with gun 2?" He asked, offering work to the pig-tailed women. "It has a melted lacquer fouling from ammo, if you could grab the chamber rush and some cleaner that would be helpful."

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Matthew-

OFI

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Autumn-

Autumn perked up, "Yeah! Melted lacquer, that makes sense," she said to herself. She nodded and looked around for the items, grabbing the cleaner and looking around for the other thing for a moment before finding it and following the other. "Glad to actually have something to do. Relaxing is great, but repairing things is much more interesting."

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Andrew-

OFI

Lance Becking-

Male | 26 | Engineer

Interaction: Autumn ( The Magician's Daughter )

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He chuckled at her sudden burst of perkiness compared to how she was not so long ago, "Yeah, it'll be good to see you finally doing something around here." He poked fun at her as he grabbed a blowtorch mask. Lance nodded his head for her to follow as he made his way back up to the jammed gun.

Catherine A. Armitage

21-Hetero-Deckhand

Catherine busily mopped the floor in one of the ships male bathrooms. She had put the litlle sign that had said cleaning on the door knob,so if a male walked in and freaked out,it would be his own fault. She sang softly as she cleaned,looking at her reflection in the mirror. She was a dull,dainty thing. Blonde hair always up in a messy fashion. Her blue eyes were just like her mothers,but both of her parents had been brunettes. She had a petite frame and little to no curves. She had always seen herself as just ordinary.

                    Sterling J. Silverthorne

25-Hetero-Officer

Officer Silverthorne patrolled the ship as usual. His officer's sword in it's sheathe. He hated his name,hated when people called him by it. It is as if whomever his mother was,was rich and snobby. He didn't know either way. Why would you even give your soon to be orphan son such a name. His dark blueish blackish hair well groomed framed his head under his officer cover. His white uniform stuck to his muscles in a suiting way. His violet eyes roamed the deck,vigilent as ever.

Luna N. Heliosun

23-Bi-Cook

Luna went over everything in stock as she prepared to cook lunch. She was glad they had enough food cargo to last a bit. She looked at the different noodles and sauces and remembered making pasta with her younger siblings with a pang in her heart. Their messy,saucey hands all over the white counters and cabnits. She tucked a blue strand of hair behind her ear. She skimmed her maroon colored eyes over the kitchen,her curves defined,even in her chef's apron.

Victor A. Cross

24-Bi-Mechanic

Victor fiddled with the watch that an officer had wanted him to fix. He was being very intricate with his work as he took it all apart. His green eyes watching carefully. His short,messy styled black hair framed his head in a way that just seemed to fit. His piercings on either side of the bridge of his nose also seemed fitting. He always wore his leather jacket,no matter what day or night. Unless he showered or the few hours of sleep he actually got.

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Matthew-

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Autumn-

Autumn chuckled and rolled her eyes with a soft smirk, "Yeah right." She followed with a slightly amused expression, glad to actually be working again. She held the tools, one in each hand, frowning as she saw the jammed gun. "Yep. That's a sad state," she commented quietly.

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Andrew-

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Lance Becking-

Male | 26 | Engineer

Interaction: Autumn ( The Magician's Daughter )

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He nodded his head in agreement then fitted the blowtorch mask over his face, he flipped it up to look at Autumn. "You may want to stand back a bit, just in case." He suggested before flipping the mask down. Lance approached the gun he had partly dismantled and turned on the blow torch testing it off to the side before bring the flame to the gun and melting away the excess lacquer at had hardened, he realized he had forgotten something after molten lacquer had dripped onto his bare hand. Lance cursed out and turned the blow torch off before favoring his burning hand, he flipped up the mask to look at his hand knowing he'd have to scrap off the hardening lacquer that covered his burnt flesh. He glanced to Autumn, "Uh.. Think you can manage cleaning of the chamber?" He asked trying to keep his voice indifferent.

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Matthew-

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Autumn-

Autumn nodded, but couldn't help but notice the lacquer that had burned Lance's hand. "Yeah, I can do that for ya. Also, for the burns you certainly have at this point, go see if you can find my brother, Andrew. He's open from what I believe, and he treats burns like miracles," she said with a soft chuckle, her different colored orbs scanning his wound for a moment before turning to see how much progress Lance had made, and smiling slightly. It shouldn't be too hard, but it wouldn't be easy either.

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Andrew-

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