07-17-2018, 07:22 PM
*retro to injuries*
There had been a lot of unexpected things that had happened in the past couple of weeks. That wasn't a surprise all that much anymore as there were a lot of different unsuspected things that happened in this world on a daily basis. Washington hadn't come to terms with the way that the world had worked, of course, but he didn't want to believe that anything that was indeed happening was happening. He was getting better, at least that's what he thought he was telling himself. He wasn't actually getting better, he just wasn't getting worse. Which was what Washington considered it to be progress. There was still a lot to figure out about how they were going to make their way back to being human. There were too many factors to consider, and the aspect of the aliens seemed a little bit too far-fetched in a world like this. He doubted that if he told the stories of what the aliens were that others would realize exactly what they were capable of. The Freelancer had to worry about his own issues rather than the issues of others, hence why he didn't bother trying to explain his situation to those that he came across. There was never even really a reason for him to do something like that. He was always closed off, just like Carolina was.
When others asked him questions about what and who he was though, the Freelancer would answer them but make it vague enough that they truly wouldn't understand what he was either. There were a couple of animals that lived here that were formerly human, but that also means that they didn't come from the same War-torn world that he came from. Roy did say that he was part of a military, but he wasn't able to completely get the story for the Colonel about if the military was just created so that they could defend themselves in the act of a war or if they were actually at War when the other had been turned into whatever animal he was now. Washington didn't want to stay an animal forever and refused to accept his fate. No matter what he was going to go back to being human. The last thing he had honestly thought was going to happen was a breakdown from Carolina. She had always been incredibly strong, especially through all of the stress that the project had given her. She was the Director's daughter, something that only he knew about thanks to the information given to him by Epsilon. Washington refused to tell Carolina exactly how much he knew about her family and her families life. He didn't want to do that to her, and not only that it had made it incredibly awkward.
Washington did know that there was a connection between Carolina and York in some way. Since he had been stuck in the infirmary, Washington didn't know what had ended up happening with York during the exchange. He had no idea that someone he considered to be a friend was actually dead. He still didn't know this, and when he had found the lighter on the beach he didn't know what was happening. He had only followed Carolina because both of them getting separated didn't exactly mean something that was actually going to help them if they got hurt by something that they couldn't take on in their current bodies. He wasn't the comforting type. Up to that point, he had been using Carolina for her knowledge and strength to potentially get them out of here. He knew that he still secretly was, but there was another part of him that wanted to help Carolina. Was that even possible? She wouldn't accept help from the likes of him that was for sure. Washington didn't know what he could do, but having her up against his chest made him realize that she was still human. She could still feel pain and sorrow. He remembered Elon being there, and he had wondered if Carolina was going to lash out what she had said. Carolina didn't though, and it seemed she had barely acknowledged what she had said. Either way, the lighter had turned out to be fairly important.
He didn't know anything about Elon, and like everyone else in the group, he didn't really care about anyone that was here. He planned on keeping it that way. Where Carolina went, Washington usually followed. Washington approached after Carolina did, making sure that she was going to be okay after everything that she had gone through. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he sat himself down, taking note of the name of one of the animals here that he didn't know. Gabe. Interesting. Washington was tired and was only taking a break for a couple of minutes before he continued working. He was glad to see that Carolina was taking it easy for the time being, as he knew that wouldn't exactly last long. The Freelancer looked in the female's direction not seeming to care about the other's attitude. "How did you even end up nearly starving to death?" She was a cat, wasn't she? At least from what he's seen before was that cats were capable hunters unless she wasn't used to being a cat. The question was honestly to try and dig for information. Washington was digging for information as usual, and he wasn't in the mood to be making jokes either. He didn't know Elon, and he wanted to keep it that way. He shuffled his dark grey paws as others began to make their way over, and the Freelancer found no reason to introduce himself when she already knew who he was. "speech"
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