07-12-2018, 06:13 PM
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Despite the place being flowing with prey almost every single day, Washington had struggled to find out what he was capable of eating from the very beginning. Being used to being human, he was used to cooked food and even MRE's when he worked for the military. The stuff tasted horrible, but at least it was some semblance of food anyway. Washington didn't exactly know what it was like to really go out and hunt for their own food when he was even a human. With the Great War that had kicked everything off, it meant that Earth didn't think about the animals that were on their planet while the War was going on. Instead, Washington usually just ate the basics of what they could manage to afford during the crisis of War. It was difficult living, but everyone was going through with it and the entirety of the human race was working hard so that they didn't face the likes of extinction either. He did everything that he could to support his family once he was old enough as his mother was a single mother when his father had died during the Great War.
The loss of his father never really did anything to Washington because he was far too young to even really remember what the face of his father even really looked like. He also had to think about the two sisters that he was supposed to take care of, being the other brother already meant that he had responsibilities and his mother had raised him right on exactly how to deal with them even while he was outnumbered. Could he remember any of the good times that he had when he was a kid? No, he couldn't. Not anymore at least. Those memories had been replaced with different ones, and the only way that he could even figure that out was because they didn't feel like they were placed correctly and that the names didn't sound familiar in those said memories. He only remembered a portion of his childhood now, leaving holes and blank spaces in his mind, and that had all been because his mind had been invaded by someone else. Washington knew that he was mentally messed up. He also knew that there was probably no way for him to get over his damaged mind if he even tried. But the last episode he had was several days ago and he hadn't gone back to the way he once was.
It was easier for everyone around him to believe that he was okay, as it meant that they would have no reason to doubt why he did certain things. Right now he was wearing a facade that was practically perfect to make others think that he was on their side when he wasn't thinking twice about betraying them if they did get in his way. Washington had no reason to think that he could trust anyone that he came across thanks to the wounds that were still so fresh along his back. The betrayal of the Program that he had basically donated his entire life in order to better that of the human race only to turn out that what they were doing had nothing to do with them. And instead, it had to deal with someone's obsession with everything that was going on. The male didn't want to get stabbed in the back and therefore he distanced himself from those that he met. Not establishing any friendly bonds in his mind, while others may think of him as more of a comrade. Washington could care less what they thought of him as long as they were willing to give him the supplies that they were going to need to get back to the way that they were.
Even now, his comrade Carolina was a threat to his well being if she figured out what he was planning on doing when he got back. He knew what her plan would be when she returned to being human, but Washington had a better idea that meant gaining the trust of the man that betrayed and killed their friends only to bring the program to justice. He would much rather have it end without violence because of all the shit that had happened. Washington didn't want anyone to die, and if anything the man would just rot in a cell without anyone remembering him. No one would just a man that had been broken over and over again. The armored smilodon usually went on patrols around the border of the outpost to make sure that he didn't miss anything while he was walking around. Considering that Carolina had popped up on the border there was a chance that another Freelancer could do the same and once that happened he knew that it was all going to hell again. He knew that he could have some form of trust in Carolina, but everyone else? He wasn't sure because he didn't know what side they were on when it came to the time where their ship crash-landed on a snow planet before exploding.
The Freelancer didn't want to take any chances when he could still easily die in this body as he wasn't exactly the greatest fighter and never had been. But adjusting to a new body was going to take him time, and he hadn't even been here around a month either. The smilodon himself was around the size of a lion but had the weight between that of a tiger and lion. He had the claw shape of that of a tiger, being a saber-toothed tiger after all. The armor that he wore across his body certainly made him a bit heavier than the average animal, and the armor he wore was still incredibly light considering that it was made out of titanium. Titanium being UNSC standard for any sort of armored suit. Right now he was the only one that had that kind of armor, not even Carolina having any of her armor right now. Something that he was still on the lookout for too. He wore a helmet that hid all of his facial features and hid the scar that was on the back of his neck, although only a little bit. If he had an undersuit no one would have been able to see the scars. Not like it mattered because he wouldn't answer any question regarding his implantation. The entire time that Carolina was around though, the Freelancer was making sure to keep a close eye on her so that she didn't get attacked by someone.
Not to save Carolina, but to save the one that was attacking her just in case. Washington heard his name being spoken as he was lagging behind from where Carolina had approached whatever was happening. The size difference would almost make it seem like Washington was capable of taking on the likes of the Carolina, but their first interaction with one another would say differently. He could barely balance in the body that he was currently in. It wasn't hard to hear the smilodon coming, as he stopped slightly off to the side of Carolina. He regarded those that were around and realized that he knew everyone that had gathered except for one. His helmet looking down at the domestic cat that was just laying there. She looked like Suiteheart, but slightly different and he hadn't managed to catch the other's name. All he had managed to catch with the conversation was his name, and Carolina had said that. "You called Boss?" Washington said with a small tease in his voice. But of course, he carried the jerky that Imperia had provided with him in case he got hungry, or if Carolina decided that she didn't want to eat and he would bug her to eat anyway. His helmet had turned toward the leopard but looked at everyone else as if to figure out what was happening in the situation. "speech"
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