07-11-2018, 08:49 PM
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Hate nowadays was a universeral emotion. Considering how everyone reacted to Carolina he was quick to realize that the majority of them actually hated the female. He could understand where they were coming from as first glance Carolina could be a little bit daunting to deal with. That was because she wasn't restrained by the Project anymore. She could do whatever she wanted in this world without having to worry about the Director if that was even on her mind in the first place. Washington knew the female's hate toward the Director if he did hate the man, as he hated the man just the same. The man that had used them like pawns in his little game, a game that wasn't even decided whether or not it was going to be capable of working. It was just an obsession that the male had for his own dead wife, which he knew should have been a terrible thing to lose. What was he talking about, he knew the exact feeling of the pain that the Director went through when his wife did die because he had all the memories from said man. Which was probably a little bit strange but some of the memories were a little bit fuzzy since he was choosing to forget some of the memories that had been given to him.
The Alpha had all the memories that the Director had, but memories didn't make ap personality and a different personality would end up forming for said AI. There were very few things that Washington had hated over the years in his military career. He hated the alien race that was driving the humans to extinction because it was all because of them that Washington had gone into the said military career. The reason that his dad had died. The reason why he had entered Project Freelancer after the military anyway. If none of that had happened, he didn't know where his life would end up being, but it certainly wouldn't have left him here, stranded and having nowhere else to go anyway. The Freelancer didn't even really hate anyone that was in the same program as he was. That was because he was the rookie, and was used to being yelled at if he did something wrong. He was used to being at the bottom of the rankings meaning that he would follow orders that he didn't exactly agree with all of the time.
There were a couple faces that irritated him a little bit. A couple names that came to mind would be Agent Georgia and Agent South. Those two just seemed to be rude for the aspect of just being rude. That confused Washington because the reason they were working together because they were a team. These two, however, wanted to be independent of the rest of the squad and hated working with one another. Washington couldn't hate South all that much though since she was North's sister. The other male actually quite enjoyable to be around. Washington both enjoyed Yorks and North's presence and was probably the ones that he interacted the most with out of everyone. Then there was the Counselor. The Director's right-hand man. Someone that he didn't like just because of the way the other held himself with. No matter what kind of interaction they had, it wasn't anything that was personal or not businesslike. Instead, it was all about business as he was always seeming to look for any weaknesses mentally that the Freelancers would be capable of expressing. He remembered the first time that the Counselor had interviewed him before he was approved to partake in Project Freelancer.
Washington didn't like the questions that the guy asked, getting all the way to his childhood, even talking about the bully that he used to deal with when he was just a kid. It made no sense to how that could really correlate with who he was now and compared to when he was just a child. The other seemed to act like a therapist, but one that didn't care about their patient's condition and only wanted to prod and poke to see what happened to them. Washington didn't care about the Counselor and would try to avoid the guy every chance that he could. But of course, there were weekly checkups that everyone needed to go through and needed to answer truthfully. The sessions didn't last all that long though when the AI's were first introduced to the group. The Freelancer did other things with his time, but he had never hated someone during the beginning of the project. He had never killed out of anger or frustration but simply did it because it was his job and nothing else. The smilodon now though, did hate someone. Did he hate someone enough to kill them? Not exactly. He needed the Director alive. Because while he was here, he could imagine that time was continuing like it usually did back from where he was from.
The Director would be wondering where the hell he was, and Carolina was probably already considered KIA so there wasn't a need to worry about her presence compared to his own. He would be hunted down if he wasn't careful, and he knew when he had been beaten and didn't have the resources to get back at the Director without getting some sort of help. Washington wasn't upset at Imperia. Not even remotely close. He believed that Imperia did what she did because she believed it to be right. Hence why he had defended his fellow Freelance so that she could live in the place with him. Although it was certainly strange to think about as others weren't used to seeing him take orders that were half threats all of the time. Washington had even been forced to go to the medics, which hadn't been as bad as he thought it was going to be. He remained vague about the questions that they asked him and refused to let him touch him. The last time he had been anywhere near a medic in the first place had nearly gotten him killed with the AI that had been put into his brain only to be removed immediately after.
Washington left the medic after being ordered by Bastille, and it was from there that he was able to continue the shifts that he was used to doing. Unless Carolina wanted to add something to his schedule, something that he wished that his helmet was capable of keeping track of like it was used to doing. He knew that there would be a sparring session next week, but other than that the main objective was to figure out what else they were going to need to get out of here. His thoughts weren't of the civilians that lived in the outpost, and instead, it always went back to the Project. The armored cat was used to remaining alert all of the time, and just because he was thinking to himself didn't mean that he wasn't paying attention either. It also wouldn't help that he was basically not capable of smelling any scents that entered his helmets. The helmet having filters right in front of his nose that would filter any smells that went through it. So even if he had wanted to smell Imperia coming, he wouldn't have been able to. It was when that he heard movement though that the cleaning speed that he had been going decreased some. There were all sorts of animals that lived in this outpost, and be snuck up on wasn't exactly on the list of things that he wanted to do.
Then he caught movement behind his visor and he stopped his cleaning completely as he turned to look at who and what it was. Oh. It was just Impera. Oh, wait. Almost immediately his attention drew to her and then back to himself. He wasn't wearing any armor except for his helmet. Well, that was a little bit awkward, and it would be obvious by Washington's body language. He thought about trying to explain to her what he was doing, but was it really going to change anything? Probably not. His armor was his protection. It hid all the scars that covered his body. It hid the disgusting animal that he was and didn't want to be forever. He was always uncomfortable in his own skin due to the unfamiliarity of it all. Hearing her speak though, Washington was quick to speak back. "Oh uh h-hey there I'm just uhh cleaning my armor." The awkward stutter of words escaped his jaws. He seemed embarrassed by all of it, and yet he didn't really quicken his cleaning either. Hurrying a job would just mean that it would come out sloppy, and that's what he didn't need right now.
Scars that were completely unnatural covered his body, and he bet that she had questions that he couldn't answer. At the mention of food though, the smilodon seemed to relax a small degree. "Oh thank you Imperia. You uhhh don't have to stand so far away." Washington said and halfway through saying what he wanted to say he cleared his throat. He was never good when it came to being social at all, and it was obvious that the wolf was nervous too. How the hell could he even fix a situation like this? He thought for a couple moments when he kept on talking. "The jerky you produce is really great by the way. Even Carolina loved it." Washington would compliment Imperia. Although now that he thought about it, the mention of Carolina probably wouldn't be the greatest conversation starter either. Especially if Imperia didn't like Carolina. He had been through the struggles that Carolina was currently going through, so helping her was advantageous to him. The dark grey smilodon his paws on the ground in front of where his armor was laid out. "speech"
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