Realistic or Modern // Ignite the Spark // open & accepting

[Space Cowboy Ein]

Margaux Lemaire ~ Spark Looter


It was the day of Spark's induction ceremony and jobs fair, and Margaux was regretting having promised to work the Looter booth all those weeks ago. She had barely gotten any sleep the previous night, too busy chasing nightmares of her parents. It was often that she was plagued by these hypothetical ends to the lives of her parents. At the least, waking up in cold sweats three or four times every other few weeks was made easier with someone in bed with her. And so she made an effort to keep it that way, so long as they were clean. But when all else failed, she'd still have her little orange tabby Jean-Claude to keep her company in the twilight hours.


The despite the company of her cat, Margaux could not find sleep and was now close to napping at the booth. She was leaned back in her chair and dressed comfortable. A grey-white striped sweater with jeans and black boots completed her appearance for the day. Compared to most others she wasn't sure if she was under-dressed or not, but she wasn't much for caring at the moment. Her booted feet were propped up against the side of the booth and she balanced herself on the back two pegs of her little folding chair. A dangerous game for someone less skilled than her, she was sure.


The booth didn't get many visitors, not yet at least. Marge was simply here for appearances and more detailed information. The one to draw in the little suckers by looking nice and friendly was Lugh, and Lugh was late. "Gens paresseux..." She muttered under her breath as a pair of males glided by her booth. She eyed them up as they passed and shook her head. Now was not the time to let her mind wander, she might actually have to be nice to people if her partner didn't show up soon.


@Rissa

 

[SlowInfect]

Aaron Miller


The New Recruit
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Suppressing a short laugh, Aaron regretted the teeth marks he made in the cigarette during the process. Nobody likes their age to be discredited. Even realizing that, he found it as part of his natural speech when talking to someone younger. Still, he didn't intend to be antagonistic, so he would try his best not to call Aisha 'kid' again.


"Sure thing." Aaron chuckled anyway before giving up on the lighter and stuffing his smoke back in the crumpled box. Mouthing her name a couple of times to commit it to memory, Aaron raised an eyebrow at Aisha's description of the scouts job. Looking down at his bandaged arm and wincing, he wasn't sure if his escape had been atypical or if she was layering sarcasm in heavy coats. When she elaborated to say it was rewarding and reliable, Aaron realized her previous emphasis was simply mocking. Scouts were likely to be in and out with no more than a quick conversation, he assumed. However, he didn't confirm it by vocalizing his conjecture. He wondered how shaken up his particular scout had been.


"Scouting... scouting was my plan, but I'm having doubts. It's unlikely I'd be what they're looking for. Hell, past getting my family, I don't see myself enthralled by it." Aaron's tone became more solemn the longer he spoke, and he tilted his head back to make some form of eye contact. Motivation had seeped slowly from his spirit the past few days. Maybe it was the meds; relaxation came at a cost. Likely, the shear adrenaline having worn off, Aaron's reality was setting in. After his assault on the factory foreman and the boiler explosion used in his escape, his face wouldn't be a welcome sight in Tranquility.


"Three kids and a wife... what else am I supposed to do?" Aaron wasn't exactly looking for an answer to that question; it was said more to reaffirm his goals, but even as he rose from leaning against the booth-- he hadn't convinced himself.