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Post by Brenna Dixon on Mar 28, 2014 23:07:06 GMT -6
The simple transfer was what she wanted. She had made sure everything would be complete before she had brought this to the captain. Her gift wasn’t normally a problem unless she was having emotional issues. Brenna watched her keeping her hands crossed in her lap. She knew that sector three wasn’t anything important. However, she had seen enough action to make her a sergeant and make her good at what she had done. There were other times when she practiced by herself. There was a lot in her file about her training and how she did so well when she worked hard at it. Brenna looked at her hand, which was tapping before looking back up at the face of the captain. She looked back at the hand when it stopped tapping again. She kept watching her. It felt like a lifetime but she was getting a little more comfortable around her. She didn’t feel like this was going to be hard for her. She didn’t feel the fire in her gloves anymore. It was even throughout her body for now.
"You will find that the things we do are not always 'quiet', Sergeant Dixon. Though patrolmen, we may often be... we march first and foremost as the front line. You understand, I hope, that once this transfer is made - you are acknowledging the dangerous possibilities therein; yes?"
“I completely understand, Captain. I know there will be dangers around here but I feel like I could handle it. I try not to disappoint. I will not question anything you do unless that is something you need.” She was calm as she spoke and kept still. Her crimson eyes glanced down at her hand and she felt worse about what had happened. She did not want to admit what she had done. She knew that if the captain wanted to talk about it she would have. Her hand was burnt but she hoped that it wasn’t as bad as it really looked. |
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Post by Story E. Luminus on Mar 28, 2014 23:54:14 GMT -6
CPT. STORY EVE LUMINUS A fine line. The tightness of sergeant's demeanor wasn't exactly something that she was doing a good job of hiding. From the moment she'd entered this office, she was nervous of something. That was clear now... even as she sat in that chair and regained herself. Story wouldn't deny it, the air of the room that wavered only softly stung the rawness of her palm which - only just now - was starting to turn redder with the build-up of blood along the surface in tiny dots. Quite the burn. And yet, she sat still and quiet as if nothing had happened.“I completely understand, Captain. I know there will be dangers around here but I feel like I could handle it. I try not to disappoint. I will not question anything you do unless that is something you need.” She'd just started to look down again to read more details of the woman's training. That was, of course, broken when her last words reached the captain's ears. "Something I need?" she rose an eyebrow and tilted her head. There was a beat of silence. Tense and heavy. Her back slowly straightened and she sat upright - injured hand still resting on the table openly as the other drifted to her lap."Do you believe that the questioning of my leadership will eventually be.. 'something I need', sergeant?" her voice was purely flat. Inquisitive and stern if anything, but calm - making it only that more weighted in risk depending on the answer. Story realized that the question was most likely worded wrong, being the first meeting of her new Captain was probably not the most.. calming situation ever. But still - words were meant to be used thoughtfully.
"Careful, Dixon..." she spoke quietly, thinning her eyes and stretching her injured hand out before making a slow fist to ease the stinging of the open air. |  |
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Post by Brenna Dixon on Mar 29, 2014 11:59:09 GMT -6
Bren knew that she wasn't making that good of a first impression as the captain seemed very clear to notice. Her face never gave her away but the nervousness was thick in the air. She almost started to question her choice of transferring. The burnt hand was still worrying her. The sergeant had never burnt anyone since she left her father's home. She could not believe she had done it to someone she didn't even know.
She regretted the words as soon as they came out of her mouth. She hadn't meant anything about questioning her leadership. Way to go, Bren! She thought. She raised her hands in defense. "That's not what I meant at all." Brenna felt so dumb for not picking her words more carefully. This wasn't like her. She could normally talk to someone at ease but it felt so awkward for her here. She had never had this problem when she was in the presents of the other captain why was this one so different? She put her hands down as the captain called her by her last name, something she hated but hated but at this point felt like she shouldn't correct. Had really been that stupid to insult her like that? Bren took a deep breath and let it go.
She folded her hands back in her lap. She noticed the back of her left hand, the glove had slowly burned away exposing just a small amount of her flesh. She placed her right hand over it calmly and slowly as she watched the captain. She needed to calm down or her secret would be exposed though it wasn't like the captain couldn't guess already from the burn on her hand. She wondered a little if the captain would bring it up but so far she hadn't could she understand the secret life of this. Somehow, Brenna doubted it. Not because she didn't have a gift or a secret but that so many just accepted their gift.
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Post by Story E. Luminus on Mar 31, 2014 4:23:59 GMT -6
CPT. STORY EVE LUMINUS I don't have the time.. nor the patience.
The raised hands that the sergeant brought up were a tell-tale sign that she had clearly worded her sentence incorrectly and had been too hasty to speak. Story shut her eyes and listened to her explanation, taking deep breaths through her nose to remain her extremely calm and focused composure.
When all was said and done and the office was silent once again, the orange dying beneath her, the captain lifted her eyelids slowly back to the woman across from her. She needed to head out. But more importantly, she needed to clarify one last thing.
"Easy. Let us just... watch our nerves, shall we?" she nodded her head in understanding that she was most likely nervous to be storming in at a random time to her new captain's office in request for a new position. Story stood and scooted her chair in with her uninjured hand, walking to the side of her desk and beginning to stack the books on top of each other neatly and carefully as to not disturb her burn.
"You're free to leave. I have business to attend to.." the woman dismissed her with the small wave of a hand as she cleaned things up. When the sergeant stood and began to leave, Story spoke up again. "Oh, and Miss Dixon?"
The hand she'd burnt lifted and opened its palm up plain as day - now beading with small dabs of blood and sweat from the red, curled burn. "We'll talk about this later. Mind calling for a nurse?" an eyebrow rose on her face - still serious and calm as always.
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Post by Brenna Dixon on Apr 4, 2014 7:03:40 GMT -6
Brenna thought she had ruined all of this with the fact that she had picked all the wrong words. She had never meant to question any part of the captain’s words. When she said to watch her nerve, the sergeant gave a sharp nod. This had turned out awful. She hurt her new captain and now she was not thinking before she talked. What was wrong with her? She hadn’t done anything like this before. When the captain said she could leave. “Yes ma’am.” She slowly got up and started to head for the door.
She turned when she started talking again. She looked at her hand and nodded again. “Yes ma’am.” She answered again. She walked out the door and down the hall to get the nurse. She felt everything weigh on her now. She didn’t want to have to explain herself on why she had this gift that could burn people. She knocked on the nurse’s door before explaining that Captain Luminus requested to have someone could see her. The nurse went to the captain’s office.
Brenna walked away starting to go home. She looked at the hole in her glove, which had gotten bigger. She took a deep breathing and released it with a sigh. She shook her head. “You could have seriously hurt her if you hadn’t have let go when you had.” She shook her head as the doubt came flooding back to her and her father’s words told her how worthless she really was. She kept her eyes on the ground as she walked. It was not like her to not walk with her head held high but for once in a long time she honestly didn’t feel like she was worth anything anymore to anyone. She just hurt people when she wasn’t in her calm state. She needed to make sure this didn’t happen again.
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