Washington
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<div style="text-align:center;"><p><strong><em>*Clank.*</em></strong> The flat head screwdriver fell to the table in front of him as a sigh escaped his lips. Gloved hands moving towards what appeared to be half of a MJOLNIR Mark V helmet. His secret project.. Carefully inspecting the wiring inside the helmet, Wash would notice a single wire had been missing. Surely this wouldn't cause any issues for the wearer, right? It's just a miscellaneous visor function and wouldn't really be needed for practical use. Well, that's what he thought anyway. Just as his fingertips moved to his soldering iron, the ex-freelancer's ear caught the somewhat distant sound of yelling. It was immediately labeled as Caboose's voice. What could he be yelling at now? <img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=http://41.media.tumblr.com/a326800aac2f172dead069d672785582/tumblr_inline_nnj2s0Yt3Q1r3leyb_100.png&key=1ea0ae28b49abde549d7bdb7976429a127e96c4611d471891f8c122b4813504b" class="ipsImage" alt="tumblr_inline_nnj2s0Yt3Q1r3leyb_100.png" /> Only part of him wanted to go see what the commotion was, but he was half certain that it would be nothing of major concern. He was more tolerant of their habits now and was more or less aware that yelling and screaming at one another was their thing. Some more than others. Lately, the yelling had been mostly directed at himself due to tension between him and tucker, mostly. Can't say he didn't blame him for being angry but that's why he was in here to begin with. He wanted to find some way to make things up to everyone. He had planned on doing it sooner, however, that was made more difficult with Freckles around. Just as Washington was about to grasp the handle of the soldering iron a distance gunshot made him drop the helmet onto the table. <span style="color:#ffff00;">"Sarge?"</span> He asked aloud knowing that nobody was even around to hear. He found it odd that that was the first name to come to mind after hearing a gunshot- then again.. This was Sarge. With a moderately paced sprint he'd make his way out of the ship's wreckage and out to the canyon that they now called home.. For now at least. Shielding his eyes from the sun, Wash would uneasily scan the area around him in hopes of locating one of his teammates. that's when a second gunshot rattled throughout the canyon. Moments after a second yell could be heard from Caboose, but this one was far louder and higher pitched than before. Washington's heart began to race as he sprinted towards the caves. That's when he saw his comrade slumped back against a rock; his right shoulder covered in bright red blood as loud sobbing could be heard echoing throughout the canyon. Now in a heightened state of panic Washington ran towards Caboose. Giving little to no thought about his surroundings. <span style="color:#ffff00;">"CABOOSE!"</span> Wash cried out as he continued to close the gap between them. Unbeknownst to him, a third party had the freelancer in his sights. He hadn't even heard the gunshot before he felt his knee explode beneath him; falling to the ground below with a loud yell. Hand covering his terribly wounded knee as he glanced up a Caboose. Wash would wince from the pain of the shot a he noticed the shadow of a figure standing above him. <img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=http://40.media.tumblr.com/388705bcc6854be8113fc67feac1b870/tumblr_inline_nnj34sa7GZ1r3leyb_100.png&key=3b66c8c988d965aeadc3f454b0ac202dc3a38dc38d49a527d0037210523a9457" class="ipsImage" alt="tumblr_inline_nnj34sa7GZ1r3leyb_100.png" /><strong>"Hey, rookie."</strong> Wash seemed to become winded at the sound of the voice. His eyes grew wide as he slowly managed to turn over onto his back to face the assailant. There was no possible way this was happening! Immobilized by both fear and pain, he could only watch as the soldier stared down at him with what Wash could only assume was a cold, vengeful stare. <em>It can't be. .</em> <span style="color:#8000ff;">"You killed my sister."</span> <em>North Dakota. -</em> With one quick motion, Wash sprang up from his pillows breathing heavily. Rubbing his face as he turns off his alarm. Nightmare. Wash thought to himself as he noticed that he had broken into a cold sweat while asleep. Kicking his legs off his bed, Wash continued to catch his breath as he noticed how damp his cold sweats made his bedding. Glancing upwards at the clock he read the time slowly. 5:00 am. Groaning loudly he'd lay back onto the bed and stare at the ceiling as those four words filled his mind. <span style="color:#a64dff;"><em>You killed my sister.</em></span> He didn't understand it, but he felt cold and empty at the sound of the words. His thoughts raced; wondering what his old team would think of the things he had done. He knew how much North cared for South despite everything she had done, so how would he react to seeing Wash do what he did? These thoughts would only allow him to muster up two words before saying them aloud. As if replying to the sister comment directly. <span style="color:#ffff00;">"I'm sorry."</span></p></div>
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<div style="text-align:center;"><p><strong><em>*Clank.*</em></strong> The flat head screwdriver fell to the table in front of him as a sigh escaped his lips. Gloved hands moving towards what appeared to be half of a MJOLNIR Mark V helmet. His secret project.. Carefully inspecting the wiring inside the helmet, Wash would notice a single wire had been missing. Surely this wouldn't cause any issues for the wearer, right? It's just a miscellaneous visor function and wouldn't really be needed for practical use. Well, that's what he thought anyway. Just as his fingertips moved to his soldering iron, the ex-freelancer's ear caught the somewhat distant sound of yelling. It was immediately labeled as Caboose's voice. What could he be yelling at now? <img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=http://41.media.tumblr.com/a326800aac2f172dead069d672785582/tumblr_inline_nnj2s0Yt3Q1r3leyb_100.png&key=1ea0ae28b49abde549d7bdb7976429a127e96c4611d471891f8c122b4813504b" class="ipsImage" alt="tumblr_inline_nnj2s0Yt3Q1r3leyb_100.png" /> Only part of him wanted to go see what the commotion was, but he was half certain that it would be nothing of major concern. He was more tolerant of their habits now and was more or less aware that yelling and screaming at one another was their thing. Some more than others. Lately, the yelling had been mostly directed at himself due to tension between him and tucker, mostly. Can't say he didn't blame him for being angry but that's why he was in here to begin with. He wanted to find some way to make things up to everyone. He had planned on doing it sooner, however, that was made more difficult with Freckles around. Just as Washington was about to grasp the handle of the soldering iron a distance gunshot made him drop the helmet onto the table. <span style="color:#ffff00;">"Sarge?"</span> He asked aloud knowing that nobody was even around to hear. He found it odd that that was the first name to come to mind after hearing a gunshot- then again.. This was Sarge. With a moderately paced sprint he'd make his way out of the ship's wreckage and out to the canyon that they now called home.. For now at least. Shielding his eyes from the sun, Wash would uneasily scan the area around him in hopes of locating one of his teammates. that's when a second gunshot rattled throughout the canyon. Moments after a second yell could be heard from Caboose, but this one was far louder and higher pitched than before. Washington's heart began to race as he sprinted towards the caves. That's when he saw his comrade slumped back against a rock; his right shoulder covered in bright red blood as loud sobbing could be heard echoing throughout the canyon. Now in a heightened state of panic Washington ran towards Caboose. Giving little to no thought about his surroundings. <span style="color:#ffff00;">"CABOOSE!"</span> Wash cried out as he continued to close the gap between them. Unbeknownst to him, a third party had the freelancer in his sights. He hadn't even heard the gunshot before he felt his knee explode beneath him; falling to the ground below with a loud yell. Hand covering his terribly wounded knee as he glanced up a Caboose. Wash would wince from the pain of the shot a he noticed the shadow of a figure standing above him. <img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=http://40.media.tumblr.com/388705bcc6854be8113fc67feac1b870/tumblr_inline_nnj34sa7GZ1r3leyb_100.png&key=3b66c8c988d965aeadc3f454b0ac202dc3a38dc38d49a527d0037210523a9457" class="ipsImage" alt="tumblr_inline_nnj34sa7GZ1r3leyb_100.png" /><strong>"Hey, rookie."</strong> Wash seemed to become winded at the sound of the voice. His eyes grew wide as he slowly managed to turn over onto his back to face the assailant. There was no possible way this was happening! Immobilized by both fear and pain, he could only watch as the soldier stared down at him with what Wash could only assume was a cold, vengeful stare. <em>It can't be. .</em> <span style="color:#8000ff;">"You killed my sister."</span> <em>North Dakota. -</em> With one quick motion, Wash sprang up from his pillows breathing heavily. Rubbing his face as he turns off his alarm. Nightmare. Wash thought to himself as he noticed that he had broken into a cold sweat while asleep. Kicking his legs off his bed, Wash continued to catch his breath as he noticed how damp his cold sweats made his bedding. Glancing upwards at the clock he read the time slowly. 5:00 am. Groaning loudly he'd lay back onto the bed and stare at the ceiling as those four words filled his mind. <span style="color:#a64dff;"><em>You killed my sister.</em></span> He didn't understand it, but he felt cold and empty at the sound of the words. His thoughts raced; wondering what his old team would think of the things he had done. He knew how much North cared for South despite everything she had done, so how would he react to seeing Wash do what he did? These thoughts would only allow him to muster up two words before saying them aloud. As if replying to the sister comment directly. <span style="color:#ffff00;">"I'm sorry."</span></p></div>
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