ROLLING GIRL -- o, Drama

[guts]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Church wasn't known for being the nicest person. Really, he was a grumpy asshole with a short fuse. His one redeeming quality? Well, he...didn't have one. Not one that was obvious, anyways. Deep down, he was a good guy, and he wanted to do good things. Simply put, he wasn't always a jerk.

But today he was. Ever since that morning, he had been in a god awful mood. He had left his room with a scowl on his face, eyes glassy with exhaustion. Nightmares had plagued him all night and even though he couldn't discern any of them, the flashes--blood and screaming, an unknown voice--were enough to startle him awake. From midnight on, he couldn't fall back to asleep, too absorbed trying to figure out what it meant. But he was also afraid it might happen again, that they would return if he dared to close his eyes. So he stayed up most of the night and was left in an extremely sour mood.

Everyone who came and tried to speak with him would get snapped at, and then he'd storm away, coming closer to starting a scene with every passing moment. Then Caboose came along in all his annoying glory.

The guy seemed to have a serious talent in getting on his every last nerve. There was just something so aggravating about him, how he was always so oblivious and cheery. Even in the worst situation, he'd be completely at ease, happy even. Half the time he didn't even know what the fuck was going on. So it seemed only natural to him that he would dislike him. Even so, he couldn't bring himself to hate him. He was annoying as hell, sure, but he was almost used to having him around now. Besides, it was nice to have him around in their current situation--he was familiar, and there was comfort in that.

But right now, he would have given anything to be left alone, especially by Caboose. Even now his voice was grating on his nerves, his jaw clenching. He couldn't stop himself as he blurted out. "Gotdammit, Caboose! Would you just shut the fuck up for once?!" he half-yells, turning to the other canine with fire in his eyes.

//please wait for [member=1137]CABOOSE[/member] to post!! uwu

"SPEECH"

[arcy]

♡ Caboose was .. not the most observant. Probably the least observant person alive, actually. This wasn't through fault of Caboose's own -- you could honestly probably blame most of it on the brain damage. You could blame a lot of things on the brain damage. Caboose had never been particularly smart, and he'd had bullies, of course. Not that Caboose remembered that beyond them saying the word that was Not Allowed and then his sisters getting angry about it. But, well, then there was O'malley and then there were AIs in his head. He drank gasoline a few times. It .. wasn't very good lemonade. And that made Caboose sad.
.. This is part of the reason Caboose doesn't pick up on Church's sour mood. And even the tiny little bit Caboose had realized, it wasn't important. He'd just have to cheer up his Best Friend(capitalized, of course), then!! And so Caboose certainly wasn't concerned, chattering away at the Collie. His tail is wagging and he seems happy enough, even if Church wasn't contributing to the conversation. He just liked talking! He had a lot to say, even if nobody else thought it was important. It was important to him, though!! And that's all that mattered.
"-- and and and!!!!" He chirps, restless as he prances around on his paws. He didn't tend to stay very still these days. He hadn't been nearly as restless when he was human, but that was partly 'cause of the armor. And!! It was a lot easier to move like this, too!! He didn't bump into stuff or knock things over and he hadn't broken anything shiny for a while!! Wasn't that cool!! Caboose, for a moment after Church begins to snap, doesn't quiet. He doesn't register things that fast, see. However, when he does, he just blinks a little blankly at the Collie. He doesn't seem too concerned. Just a casual sort of puzzlement would be shown on his face if his helmet weren't in the way, but even then, his tail just subtly wags. "Okay, Church!" Caboose agrees rather cheerily, though he doesn't seem to quite know how to go about this. He's inclined to make some dumb comment, but ultimately thinks better of it. Even he can tell that Church isn't feeling well, with the way he screamed. But that's all Caboose seems to realize, unconcerned as he was.
//things go Downhill from here uwu

[| AGENT WASHINGTON |]

Washington was never really sure what to think of simulation troopers. Of course, he thought that the majority of them were particularly useless and weren't going to get anywhere in Project Freelancer. But the other felt somewhat bad for them. That was because they still had no idea that they were being used almost like lab rats for the program that he used to be in. He knew that both of them knew a little bit about the project, Church knowing more than the likes of Caboose. Washington wasn't sure if he should really trust them with all that much when he first came across them, and so he didn't. There was no reason to simply trust outright strangers anyway. There would be no point in something like that as it would just be a waste of time for something that was already bound to happen sooner or later. The Freelancer didn't trust the simulation troopers, but he also didn't care about them all that much. He wasn't there to be their babysitter as they were adults and should be capable of taking of themselves without him having to look after them all of the time.

It was also easier to see that they weren't exactly much of a threat as both of them were just canines and nothing else. The Freelancer could take them on in his current body without having to worry about them doing all that much damage. They also lacked the amount of armor that he had in his possession, which meant that he would have more protection than the both of them combined as they only had helmets. Although the helmet that Caboose had was a little bit of a mystery as the entire thing was basically outdated from what was actually used in the field. He would have thought that the simulation troopers would at least get updated gear so that hey wouldn't complain about the tasks that they were actually given. Washington had made sure not to call them such and refused to tell them that all the training that they had gone through was for nothing. The reasons that they were picked to be troopers in the first place was because they were going to be used for fodder for the likes of other Freelancers to train themselves in with lime ammunition without risking the lives of other Freelancers.

Washington had an instance where he was forced to do an exercise with them, and it had been incredibly frustrating. No one died during the simulation, not as if the Director would care if any of them were killed in the first place. He wasn't sure if he remembered correctly that Carolina had dealt with simulation troopers as well. He was pretty sure that the majority of their group had dealt with them up to some degree. He didn't want them dead, but he also didn't care if they got themselves into trouble that they ultimately couldn't get themselves out of. The Freelancer also didn't know why Carolina had taken an interest into Church anyway. The name of the trooper wasn't exactly familiar, and the other only had a little bit of information about Texas's last whereabouts. At least he hoped so since both of their explosions were different on when they happened and he would have been sure that he would have recognized both of them. Caboose was a different case, a case that Washington didn't even really bother to try and fix. That was because he didn't believe there was a way to fix the soldier to do exactly what he wanted without making a mistake.

It made sense why Caboose was a simulation trooper, but that didn't mean he couldn't be trained to be that of a soldier either. Anyone could become a soldier if they trained hard enough. That didn't mean that he hated both of them. They just tested his patience here and there and Church certainly got what was coming to him half the time with his sarcastic remarks. He usually took care of the training that they did on a daily basis and didn't bother to check their mental health, not knowing about the nightmares that Church was going through. Washington had his own nightmares, but he barely gave himself enough sleep for them to really effect his mind. This means that almost every day the Freelancer is almost always tired. But so his Carolina, the leopard constantly training herself till she can no longer move, which wasn't all that different from when she was a human when Texas came along. A name that he refused to bring up around his coworker again because it was a hard topic to deal with.

Washington had been making his way toward the exit of the Observatory so that he could get on with his daily patrols when suddenly he heard shouting, and the speratic voice of Caboose. They were technically his responsibility as Carolina probably wanted nothing to do with any of them. He was glad to have his helmet on so that others wouldn't be able to see exactly how tired he was. He came across the two canines, and it seemed as if Church was going to shout at Caboose if he didn't stop talking. He stood off to the side of both of them, as this wasn't exactly something that was new to Washington. They constantly argued with one another. "Are you two done arguing?" Washington questioned in a tired and deadpanned tone toward the two of the canines. What was Caboose even excited about? Considering what he has seen the other get excited about in general, he wouldn't be surprised if it was something small. The lights made it easier to see the smilodon against the slightly darkened background of the inside of the observatory. He doubted that Church would actually attack Caboose, but he only made that notion because he didn't think the other's anger has warranted some kind of attack toward Caboose. He didn't know them as well as he thought he did though. "speech"

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Tags | Updated 06/26/18:

GENERAL:
★ AGENT WASHINGTON | WASH, WASHINGTON, DAVID | MALE
★ Heterosexual
★ 3 years | Birthday | Ages realistically
★ Ascendants |  Regular member | Freelancer, Former Human

IMPORTANT FACTS:
★ Agent Washington always wears his armor and never takes it off. Which means no one knows what his face actually looks like.
★ He hates being called any sort of nickname, preferring for his full name to be used when addressing him. He will constantly state so, as its just how he's used to being talked to.
★ Agent Washington suffers from insomnia and auditory/visual hallucinations. 
★ The armor that he wears is extremely tough, there are some spaces in between the armor, but if someone were to hit his armor it would not break.
★ Due to his experience when he was a human, he prefers working alone and not counting on others to help him in a bad situation.
★ Washington will not trust your character. No matter how nice they are. He will not tell them anything until getting to know them.
★ His current goal is to turn himself back into a human, as he doesn't want to be a cat forever. Because of this goal, he is less likely to offer assistance to the groups.

RECENT EVENTS (oldest-recent):
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PHYSICAL:
★ ARMORED SLATE GREY SMILODON FATALIS [birth/main] | health: 100% | Reference.
580lbs. Agent Washington is a species of Smilodon, roughly the size of a lion. Washington is different compared to most Smilodons due to the strange coloration of his fur. That being a dark slate grey compared to the regular tawny of a simple smilodon. There are faint spots that are visible around his back legs, but only when the light hits it in a specific way. Not only that, but Agent Washington wears titanium alloy armor, making it extremely durable for taking hits and can be used as a means of bashing an enemy. The armor color itself is slightly lighter than that of his actual fur color. He wears a chest plate, that covers his chest and half of his back. Then there are shoulder plates that cover his shoulders and his arms protecting the front half of his body. There is a gap between the shoulder plate and the rest of the arm plate of his armor. His shoulder plate is a yellow, making it stand out from the slate grey armor he wears. Washington also wears a Spartan Helmet resembling that seen in the Halo series. The visor is a reflective gold and having a yellow line going down the middle of the helmet. While he wears armor, one doesn't notice the extreme amount of scars that cover his body, that has transferred from the time that he was a human. Scars ranging from those made by knives, bullets, and blunt trauma. Since his armor doesn't cover the lower half of his body (flank, and back legs), several scars can be seen uncovered in that area. Even though no one has seen his face, if someone were to see his face, his eyes are a deep gold color with blue wrapping around his pupil. The blue is a result of the trauma from a failed AI implantation when he was human. There is a scar on the back of his neck that branches out almost like a lightning bolt, and its barely visible as his helmet hides the majority of said scars. Being a Smilodon means that he has long incisors, but it seems for some reason someone had filed down his incisors, making them useless unless he can put enough force into the blow. However, since he wears his helmet, its impossible for him to use his fang to attack. Leaving his powers and paws as the only offensive means.
- major injuries: none
- minor injuries: none

PERSONALITY:
Once being immature, goofy, and charismatic, Washington was changed completely after the implantation of a computer inside of his head that nearly caused him his death. He is a soldier and hasn't been anything but a soldier in his life, making sure to follow the rules as much as possible. He believes loyalty is everything, and unless given a reason to he will not betray anyone. He is extremely serious and will work himself to exhaustion before trying to relax. Thinking that he must be prepared for everything that will be thrown at it. He prefers to be alone, but that just puts more stress on his head due to the factor that his mental stability is almost nonexistent. Washington is an expert when it comes to regular military strategies, and he almost knows nothing of the clans and how they work. In his mind, he is only on an alien planet and they potentially did something to him. He knows that he needs to get back to the project once the ship had crashed, but now he is actually in a different world. His only plan is to figure out a way to find his goal, and if that means he has to kill anyone in his way to get the information he will do just such. Washington suffers from different lapses of hallucinations and this can be easy for him to snap toward others in a violent manner. Being a soldier, if all else fails he will use violence at his full extent.

RELATIONSHIPS:
★ Single | 1/2 nothing
★ NPC x NPC | Generation 1 | No mentor

POWERS:
★ Electricity Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Air Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Earth Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ Fire Elementals (Not Discovered)
★ X-Ray vision (Not Discovered)
★ Teleportation (Not Discovered)

INTERACTION:
★ Message this account to plot
★ Extremely hard to befriend
★ Physically extreme | Mentally easy | Training constantly
★ Will start fights, and will finish them quickly
★ Attack in by tagging account
★ Cannot powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions. ALL OPINIONS ARE IC

[guts]

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Honestly, he was surprised when the retriever gave in so easily. He half-expected him to pause and then just keep on talking, not even registering his frustration. Yet here he was, watching him as he stood there, squinting behind his helmet as he waited for him to start saying stupid shit again. Then Washington made his arrival. Great, just what he needed today.

Church turns to the smilodon, too blinded by his frustration to remember the power he had over him, his mouth moving quicker than he can bother to keep up with. "Arguing? Don't you mean talking to a fucking wall? He's as dumb as a rock, there's no such thing as arguing with him!" he grumbles once he's finished. He shakes his head, helmet clicking as he does so, before sitting back on his haunches and sighing.

//sucky post is sucky

"SPEECH"