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Post by Alliana Porter on Sept 21, 2010 18:52:16 GMT -5
Ally plopped into a couch in the far corner of the common room, snuggling in as she pulled off her shoes and her legs to her chest. The chair consumed her comfortably and she seeped into its cracks with a sigh of relaxation. After more grueling work in the science lab, she decided to take some time to herself. She had habit of becoming a hermit lately, and decided to read somewhere other than her room for once. She shifted and shuffled, flipping through to find her page in her old worn copy of The Chronicles of Narnia. She had read it a hundred or more times, each book over and over. It was and always would be her favourite regardless if it was a simply a children's story. It would be one she would read to Grace, every night before bed. She gave a short smirk and smiled at the little girl's image in her mind again. One day. She flipped through a few more pages, before she settled onto her specific chapter in The Silver Chair. Ally was lost in her adventure when someone shuffled behind her. She remained quiet, burying her face into its pages. She was curious to who had settled in behind her, but not enough to turn and see. It wasn't Luke, he would have attacked her in tickles or Anna, who probably would have chunked a pillow in her direction. No, someone else. She could tell from their breathing patterns alone. She gave a short sigh, and scanned to find her line on the page again.
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Post by izludemagnus on Sept 22, 2010 21:18:15 GMT -5
Owen made his way to the common room, one of his stress relieving areas. It was often left tidy either because people didn’t use it often or they didn’t know there was a janitor to pick up after them, Owen figured it was the latter. He felt that little bit of actual maintenance work would kill a lot of stress for him after all he would be doing what his job title actually suggests but he’s mostly just cleaning the mess hall over and over because people didn’t understand that trash goes in the disposal units not on the floor. Maybe it was some form of hazing or they were just tired of cleaning up after themselves either way it was totally uncalled for.
When Owen made it to the common room he noticed it was just a bit untidier than usual, which was just a few scraps of trash and some uneven cushion. Owen let out a sigh of relief as he went to the supply closet and grabbed the vacuum cleaner to get the crumbs stuck to the cushions and carpet. He stopped for a moment when he noticed someone reading in one of the chairs in front of him. ‘I hope I don’t bother them,’ he thought to himself as he walked to the other corner to ease the sound for the reader in the room. The vacuum started with a loud humming noise.
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Post by Alliana Porter on Sept 24, 2010 0:25:46 GMT -5
The face was not one she recognized. New, no doubt. She was settling back into her chair when he had to come in and ruin her moment of serenity. A Vacuum. Really? Was this guy THAT inconsiderate? Apparently so. She saw her options very slim and few here. She could snap and bitch, but that probably wouldn't get her very far, or earn points with other crew members. She had already spent a few hours in the brig and lost some benefits momentarily, after beating the living crap out of her own brother. That didn't go down well.
Her second choice was exactly the one she chose. With a heavy, and very irritated sigh, she plopped her book down onto the coffee table and adjusted herself to face him, arms crossed, brow furrowed. Silence would be her best weapon. Ally's intense grey eyes, if stared into long enough, would eventually make anyone uncomfortable. She sighed again, a little shallower, and clenched her teeth, waiting for him to finish.
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Post by izludemagnus on Sept 24, 2010 15:33:44 GMT -5
Owen started vacuuming the carpet in the furthest corner from the woman. He had heard the book hit the coffee table and stopped for a second but decided to continue on anyway despite the daggers that were getting stared into his back. ‘People don’t care about making a mess for me to clean so why should I care about bugging them when I clean it up,’ he thought to himself as he moved a chair to vacuum under it.
After a few minutes of the woman staring at him, Owen stopped and shut the vacuum off. He turned to see the woman was annoyed, which may be an understatement. “Um… sorry?,” he said quietly as he leaned the vacuum against the chair, “Just doing my job… which is apparently ‘Clean everything because we’re too lazy.’” He coughed and picked up the vacuum wondering if he should get back to work. ‘She looks like the type to kill me for continuing to vacuum,’ he thought as he eyed the vacuum cleaner’s on switch.
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Post by Alliana Porter on Sept 24, 2010 17:12:02 GMT -5
"s'fine." she muttered. 'I'm just waiting till your done." ally leaned back again, continuing to watch him. She didn't want to be rude, but she really...really wanted to be selfish for once. And then, then, the unthinkable. Where did that attitude come from? "Look, I just got here. the mess isn't mine, alright?" She circled her permitter then continued. "My shoes, my book, my fingernail polish mate. That's it. I'm sorry if people trash up the place, but not me okay?" she sighed.
She shifted in her chair and lessened her intensity. "Look, I...I'm sorry if i snapped. It's just...long day." She sighed again, reaching over to grab a pillow to hug. She offered a faint smile and extended her hand. 'I'm Alliana Porter, you can call me Ally."
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Post by izludemagnus on Sept 24, 2010 21:06:34 GMT -5
Owen was surprised when Ally nicely explained that it wasn’t her mess then detailed her perimeter instead of exploding at him. When she calmed to a more neutral stance, Owen laid the vacuum back against the chair. She explained that it had been a long day for her which made him feel a little guilty over using the vacuum.
“Um, Owen Brody,” he said as he shook Ally’s hand returning the faint smile, “Sorry for being a bit of a jerk… it’s been a hard day for me too… I’m sure it’s not on the same level though. You probably actually had some important stuff come your way… um I’m just annoyed at my job title compared to what I do… Maintenance is not equal to janitor in meaning… I use to be a freaking engineer.” Owen sat on a nearby chair as he felt his head start throbbing.
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Post by Alliana Porter on Sept 25, 2010 2:56:04 GMT -5
Ally gave a half smile, slinking back into her chair after the shake. "It's alright mate, we've all got our days." Her thick, heavy Australian accent reverberated through the room as she spoke. She folded her arms and let him finish, listening to him explain his jobs on board. She felt sorry for the guy, he'd obviously had a rougher day than she had.
"Every job is important here. I'm sure you can talk to the captain...maybe he can give you another job or something? I..I'm sure we can all pick up a little more. " Her smile was faint but hopeful. Based on her biological genius nature, she watched his signs clearly give off that he was having a migraine of some sort. "Headache..migraine. Deep aches right above your eyes, but not related to your sinus. It reflects from your heart beat. ...." She stopped, trying not to freak him out. "Are you...becoming sensitive to light and sound?"
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Post by izludemagnus on Sept 25, 2010 15:28:32 GMT -5
Owen rubbed his eyes hoping the migraine would pass quickly and not take his vision this time. Ally told him that may be able to get the captain to get him a different job. It sounded plausible but unlikely considering the strings attached to his current position. She also said they could try to pick up after themselves more, which would be greatly appreciated.
Ally began listing the symptoms of his migraine and she was really accurate. Then she asked something that startled him, if he was becoming sensitive to light and sound. “Um I’ve been more sensitive to lights… not so much sounds though… why? I think it’s the faulty eye…,” he responded taking a deep breath.
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