07-15-2018, 02:21 AM
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Washington had a lack of trust basically from the very beginning of his military career. There were plenty of reasons to only hold a little bit of trust with those that one worked with. He didn't grow up trusting anyone but his family and considering that his family wasn't with him anymore it meant trying to development that trust wasn't exactly easy. He never really had all that many friends when he was younger, as he was concerned with his family and their wellbeing. He could care less whether or not he was able to go and hang out with other boys his age, and instead he was more concerned about his sisters well being and where his mom was at the time. Would she be home late? Would have to make dinner? Would they have to go out and eat and use the money that their mom always left them? The city that they were in wasn't exactly all that big and most of those that lived around them knew about what had happened to his father during the Great War. There were times that they would be willing to help out the small family so that they could get to the next day, and sometimes they would even get the like of a babysitter.
Washington didn't think about that there was a chance that he was forced to grow up a little bit too fast with the lack of his father in his life. He didn't even know about what the guy was even like when he was alive and didn't even seem all that bothered to find out who his father was before that changing moment. Washington did what he had to, and he did the job well enough that his sisters were able to grow up. Whether or not they were still alive though he wasn't sure and would have to go back to the world that he was from to even find that out. This meant growing up he never developed enough trust to talk to someone, especially after the bully that he had almost killed. Washington kept to himself basically once he joined the UNSC. He would talk to others occasionally if he was bored or just to spark up a conversation, but other than that he wouldn't bother to tell them what his life had been before joining the UNSC. There was no point. He was kinder during that time of his life though and would crack jokes to help boost morale when he could, but he was only allowed to get away with so much in the likes of the UNSC where everything was completely strict.
They were there for one reason and one reason only no exceptions. The soldier did have to have some form of trust when it came to the those that he would be on the battlefield with. But even then there would be some semblance of doubt that they would be killed before completing their task. He also knew that there were personalities that worked with the UNSC that would happily leave him to die if he couldn't keep up. Which made him work harder just to prove them wrong and he got to look at their faces when he was promoted before they were. He was a good judge of character to some degree when it came to those that were similar situations as he was in. It was only when he joined Project Freelancer that he didn't have to pretend to be someone that he wasn't. He wasn't a complete hardass because he no longer had any troops to lead either. Washington was instead going to be following orders, which was fine with him because over the years they had gained his trust.
A trust that he thought that he would never be willing to give. One grew quick to trust those that were willing to take a bullet for him and risk their life trying to save him when he was unconscious. Hence why he considered the entirety of Project Freelancer to be his family, other than the Director and Counselor that didn't interact with enough of them. Washington knew though that his situation was considered easy up to the point of getting to Epsilon. The Freelancer now had the memories of what Carolina had been forced to go through when she was younger and the neglect that she went through. What she would do in order to gain the affection of her father only to receive none. It was disgusting how a father could treat his own daughter in such a way. He felt a small pain of pity for Carolina, but it would never be something that he would voice because that would give her incentive to really hurt him next time. A repeat that he doesn't want to end up making. As far as he was concerned, Carolina had it worse than he did. At Imperia's first comment, Washington would raise one of his arms and look at the scars that covered them. The areas around his shoulder and his side seeming to be littered with more human items than the likes of an animal.
He had yet to receive the likes of a scar since he had landed here in the first place. After taking a glance at himself Washington would shrug his shoulders in response. "It's strange having it off. Hence why I don't like taking it off for long periods." Washington would explain, although it probably wouldn't make sense. So far no one had noticed that he was capable of overheating with the armor that he had on. Which he found incredibly annoying because he was used to his suite regulating the internal temperature automatically instead of him having to work on it himself. If Imperia had been able to see past his visor, a reassuring grin would have been on his face when the female realized that she had been a bit of a far distance away from him for a conversation. The Freelancer not even bothered by how awkward she was presenting to herself, because it didn't matter to Washington. She kind of reminded him of himself when he was the rookie. Not sure how to carry himself. Not sure how to address those that were stronger and more experienced than he was.
Now, he knew exactly what he was capable of, and he now had a twisted way of treating others that no one knew yet. His mind not exactly being in the best of places while he was trying to figure out where his mind even was. Or even if it was his own at all. Her reaction at him mention Carolina was certainly something that he didn't expect. Washington almost seemingly was taken aback, but trying his best not to show it. He didn't know why everyone hated Carolina. It was a simple misunderstanding and even after he said that everyone continued to pressure the leopard. Which made absolutely little to no sense to the wildcat. What did they expect would have happened when approaching an animal that was basically cornered with nowhere to go? Washington considered the majority of them to be hypocritical, but it seemed like Imperia was getting used to the situation. At least he hoped so, as he would have liked to be able to have someone that actually agreed with him other than the simulation troopers and Carolina herself. The Freelancer hadn't really thought ahead at thinking that just eating jerky for his entire life would be enough to sustain him.
He didn't know enough about what his body actually needed and it frustrated him. A sigh escaped his jaws at the news that he was going to have to eat something else. "Really? Why can't things be simple where I could just eat this stuff for the rest of the time I'm here?" Of course, it was a rhetorical question. He was just complaining to himself, leaning back on his haunches as his head angled up to look at the sky. Everything had to complicate themselves. But Freelancers were great when it came to improvising, and it seemed like Imperia was going to help him out with different methods on how to survive in a place like this. At the mention of cooking, his head turned to look at the canine, and a confused look was on his face that could not be seen. "Wait, you all know how to cook?" Washington was only used to the concept of humans cooking. How did animals even remotely know how to cook? Wouldn't there just be a ton of fun in everything that they ate?
Did they care if that happened? He didn't know, but he wasn't about to lose his soldier demeanor just yet with all of those questions as the female was probably going to answer them for him anyway. The way he asked though, it was obvious that he was interested. He would much rather do things himself, as it would reduce the factors of someone trying to poison his food. A long time ago, he had cooked for his sisters. Meaning that he knew a little bit about cooking, but he hadn't had to do it for years, his meals basically pre-prepared for him when he worked with the military and Project Freelancer. While they started to settle next to each other, Washington grabbed the shoulder paneling that he had stopped cleaning when Imperia had approached him. He started to use his claws to dig into the tight corners of the armor, switching it over in his paws until he was satisfied and would put it off to the side. The ears inside of his helmet perked up when he heard Imperia starting to speak again, and it was about his armor.
Not surprising as that was one of the more striking features about him. He seemed to hum to himself as thought about answering her questions. "I'm not much of an engineer, and the schematics of such armor is usually kept under wraps so that the things we were at War with wouldn't be capable of replicating it. The base of it is titanium, which is an extremely strong metal but its also fairly light. The sets of armor I have here is around 400lbs if that, and if it was made out of any other metal I wouldn't be able to move." Washington would pause as he raised the arm piece that he was cleaning, tapping his claw against the metallic material that basically had a matte finish so that it didn't shine all that much. "Alloys are created by mixing chemicals together with metals and then that usually turns it into an isotope. Titanium-50 is the military standard that is able to withstand high temperatures and bullets" Washington tried to explain, but he also wasn't a chemist. He was a soldier and soldiers usually weren't told all that much. The pieces that started to get clean though were latched back onto his body. The pieces not exactly working like sleeves, but it seemed like they attached to his body with types of clamps. Uncomfortable for someone who wasn't used to it to wear, but he got used to it. If he had an undersuit he would be able to carry more weight and it wouldn't even remotely be an issue to him. "speech"
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