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[/td][/tr][/table]Agent Washington
former human - freelancer - manipulative
Washington was never really the type to think of 'what ifs'. As when something happened one just had to figure out how to learn from their mistakes and move on. It was certainly a hard pill to swallow, but Washington was taught how to deal with such situations when he was younger. Such as the time when his father was killed during the war leaving him and his sisters and mother alone to fend for themselves during the War. Sure, they were on Earth, but that didn't mean that the economy or anything else that was happening on the planet was going to be all that great during the war. Washington's mother was certainly the stubborn type and knew that her children were going to be upset by the loss of their father. Luckily for her Washington hadn't grasped what it meant to lose someone that he knew at a young age especially his father. So, he didn't feel anything for his father, but as he grew up he thought about what if his father was alive. He would be able to live like a normal child instead of an adult that was trying to support its family. His mother had already been working two jobs, and he wanted to help out in some way and grew up too quickly for a child. It wasn't healthy, but they needed as much help as they could get. Washington believed if his father was alive he wouldn't have to worry about his sisters or working as soon as he was the right age too.
He would be able to acquire friends of his own and maybe not be bullied in school. He probably would have never joined the army if his father was still alive, meaning that he wouldn't be the one that was in Project Freelancer and had this happen to him. Everything was connected together, but he quickly realized there was no reason for him to mope and wish for something that would never be a thing. One could say that he should be glad that he was even alive in the first place. But was this really living? Not to him, it wasn't. It wasn't a life that he wanted to live, and he would give everything to go back to being human. No matter what. No one could get in his way. Washington never really thought about the what-ifs if he had never joined Project Freelancer. Washington had no reason to because despite everything that they had done to him, thinking about it would just make his situation worse. It would ring back the damned voices in the back of his head if he started to think about the Project like he usually did. The program basically making up a large portion of his life that he had grown up and watched himself grow in the project. He adapted to all sorts of different situations and this was one of them. he couldn't afford to get distracted by how better his life would be like if he never got an AI implant. How better if it would be if Allison had never died in the first place to start off the project anyway. It was all a waste of time when he could use his time better by doing something else.
Maybe it was a bad coping mechanism, but it hadn't failed him yet. So, he wasn't really worried about how it would affect him in the future as long as the mission was some form of a success. The Freelancer had noticed the frown that spread across Carolina's features. He knew that she probably didn't like it, but everything that he said didn't have a bite either. He hoped that he wasn't going to end up getting on her bad side from doing something like that. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he stood there shifting his weight slightly with his splinted arm in the air. As soon as he saw the smirk spread across her face, the smirk he had himself immediately dropped. Oh no. Washington would have raised one of his arms in surrender if he could, but if he had tried he would have fallen on his face. Instead, he just decided to take a small step back, his mouth opening to speak but Carolina had already spoken and was on the move. Washington basically reeled backward and a startled sound escaped his mouth as she slammed into his helmet. A low growl escaped his jaws as he began to shape his head to try and get her off. [b]"Hey! You're attacking a cripple here!" Washington would call out from his helmet, but even with the shaking of his head, she had managed to climb on top of it. The growl that had emitted from his jaws wasn't really a real one, but it just sounded like his usual grumpy self.
What was she even doing? Now it was Washington's turn to be embarrassed as Carolina basically beat him again. He could make up excuses, but he wasn't sure that would work on everyone else. She ended up settling on his back, in between his armor and his actual fur. It felt.... strange. He wasn't sure what to really call it. It was a sensation that for once wasn't painful, and he was looking over his shoulder back and forth trying to get a good view of her and see exactly where she was on his back. His eyes playfully narrowed behind his helmets as she messed with his fur. Another strange feeling that almost made a shiver go down his spine but he stopped himself. "I'm not some kind of scratchy post." Washington said with a little bit of humor and his grumpy tone. Alright alright, he was eating his words, but like any Freelancer, he wasn't about to admit his mistake. Lowering his head, he would begin to shake himself like a dog aiming to shake Carolina off. Trying to roll over onto his back wasn't an option, as it would potentially hurt his arm again, and he couldn't reach on his back. If that didn't work, Washington would aim to sit down and hopefully have Carolina slide off of his back. There was, of course, a chance that she could just climb higher and be perfectly fine, which was the last thing Washington wanted.
howieHe would be able to acquire friends of his own and maybe not be bullied in school. He probably would have never joined the army if his father was still alive, meaning that he wouldn't be the one that was in Project Freelancer and had this happen to him. Everything was connected together, but he quickly realized there was no reason for him to mope and wish for something that would never be a thing. One could say that he should be glad that he was even alive in the first place. But was this really living? Not to him, it wasn't. It wasn't a life that he wanted to live, and he would give everything to go back to being human. No matter what. No one could get in his way. Washington never really thought about the what-ifs if he had never joined Project Freelancer. Washington had no reason to because despite everything that they had done to him, thinking about it would just make his situation worse. It would ring back the damned voices in the back of his head if he started to think about the Project like he usually did. The program basically making up a large portion of his life that he had grown up and watched himself grow in the project. He adapted to all sorts of different situations and this was one of them. he couldn't afford to get distracted by how better his life would be like if he never got an AI implant. How better if it would be if Allison had never died in the first place to start off the project anyway. It was all a waste of time when he could use his time better by doing something else.
Maybe it was a bad coping mechanism, but it hadn't failed him yet. So, he wasn't really worried about how it would affect him in the future as long as the mission was some form of a success. The Freelancer had noticed the frown that spread across Carolina's features. He knew that she probably didn't like it, but everything that he said didn't have a bite either. He hoped that he wasn't going to end up getting on her bad side from doing something like that. He flicked one of his ears inside of his helmet as he stood there shifting his weight slightly with his splinted arm in the air. As soon as he saw the smirk spread across her face, the smirk he had himself immediately dropped. Oh no. Washington would have raised one of his arms in surrender if he could, but if he had tried he would have fallen on his face. Instead, he just decided to take a small step back, his mouth opening to speak but Carolina had already spoken and was on the move. Washington basically reeled backward and a startled sound escaped his mouth as she slammed into his helmet. A low growl escaped his jaws as he began to shape his head to try and get her off. [b]"Hey! You're attacking a cripple here!" Washington would call out from his helmet, but even with the shaking of his head, she had managed to climb on top of it. The growl that had emitted from his jaws wasn't really a real one, but it just sounded like his usual grumpy self.
What was she even doing? Now it was Washington's turn to be embarrassed as Carolina basically beat him again. He could make up excuses, but he wasn't sure that would work on everyone else. She ended up settling on his back, in between his armor and his actual fur. It felt.... strange. He wasn't sure what to really call it. It was a sensation that for once wasn't painful, and he was looking over his shoulder back and forth trying to get a good view of her and see exactly where she was on his back. His eyes playfully narrowed behind his helmets as she messed with his fur. Another strange feeling that almost made a shiver go down his spine but he stopped himself. "I'm not some kind of scratchy post." Washington said with a little bit of humor and his grumpy tone. Alright alright, he was eating his words, but like any Freelancer, he wasn't about to admit his mistake. Lowering his head, he would begin to shake himself like a dog aiming to shake Carolina off. Trying to roll over onto his back wasn't an option, as it would potentially hurt his arm again, and he couldn't reach on his back. If that didn't work, Washington would aim to sit down and hopefully have Carolina slide off of his back. There was, of course, a chance that she could just climb higher and be perfectly fine, which was the last thing Washington wanted.
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