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Post by guinne on Jan 30, 2009 18:00:06 GMT -6
Guinne had just been given his mission from Rude, but from the moment the conversation had started, his brain had shut down.
The only thoughts that had been running through his head were incoherent celebrations and fireworks destroying braincells in a whirl of holy crap he hadn't been paying any attention.
And Rude had left him, standing in the hallway, it was all he could do to make it to the elevator before he blew.
"He spoke to me! I didn't pay attention but wow... He spoke!" Guinne could hardly contain himself, practically sparkling as he bounced up and down in the elevator, rambling on.
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Post by alexandra on Jan 30, 2009 18:06:34 GMT -6
Really, she had just woken up not too long ago. She had herself a few cups of coffee and lazily slipped on her usual uniform, spending the majority of her time bathing and trying to fix her untamable hair. Finally giving up, she headed out the door to the hallway, crossing the halls over to the main elevator. Rubbing at her eyes and chugging a few mouthfulls of her coffee, she swiped her keycard and waited for the doors to slide open.
She inhaled a huge breath, beholding the site before her. There was Guinne, yes. And he was....dancing? Blushing? Dancing and blushing? Guinne? In an empty elevator. She quirked an eyebrow, patiently waiting for his strange theatrics to cease before making a comment.
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Post by guinne on Jan 30, 2009 18:17:22 GMT -6
Guinne froze the moment he saw L.A., his entire face resembling a beet.
Initially, the feeling of dread filled him to the point he couldn't react much other than his jaw slackening...
"YOU?! GET OUT!"
Although he said it to her, he didn't seem to actually register what he said and he pushes past her in an attempt to run away.
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Post by alexandra on Jan 30, 2009 18:21:48 GMT -6
A dark grin filled up her face as she watched his expressions change from a surprise to an utter embarrasment. It only fueled her amusement further when he attempted to run away. She flipped her hair out of her eyes and called over her shoulder, "Hey, mission way is THAT way." Gesturing to the elevator with a movement of her shoulder. She began walking backwards until she met his pace.
"Reno and Rude gave us a mission, yes? You can't disappoint them, especially your HERO." She 'tee hee'd' at him mockingly, batting her eyelashes. "Is that why you were doing a victory dance in the elevator? Did something happen whilst I was asleep?"
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Post by guinne on Jan 30, 2009 18:27:28 GMT -6
Guinne could tell L.A. was not going to let this go. He almost paused when she pointed out he was going the wrong way, but he didn't want her to win.
At her question though, he knew he was doomed.
"What? No, I...," his face couldn't have turned any more red. "I... don't know what you're talking about."
He looked around the room frantically, pondering as fast as he could ponder for a retort.
"I haven't heard about the mission yet."
He suddenly stopped walking.
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Post by alexandra on Jan 30, 2009 18:32:45 GMT -6
"Dude....you are....as RED as a moogle ball right now. I'm not kidding." She took another sip of her coffee, placing a hand on her hip. "I don't even believe you. But whatever. We have a mission and like it or not, I actually want to be ready for this one." She looked at him seriously, something she rarely would do. "We're backups. We're gonna be depended on. This is our first mission with the top guys...." She paused, looking to the floor in thought, "So we better give it our best, yea?" She turned, starting to walk towards the elevators.
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Post by guinne on Jan 30, 2009 18:38:39 GMT -6
"Yeah"
He was surprised she dropped it so fast, even more so when she gave him a serious look. But she was right. He had to do good today, prove his worth and perhaps Rude would even tell him he did a good job!
He suddenly lost concentration again, fantasizing in his head [RatedG] and following L.A. absently until he realized he really had no idea what the mission was.
He glanced at L.A. nervously.
"So are... they going to be there too?"
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Post by alexandra on Jan 30, 2009 18:42:18 GMT -6
"Hm?" She seemed lost in her own thoughts, sending a glance his way. She pushed the button, waiting for the elevator. "Reno, Rude?" She paused and thought for a moment, as the doors slid open. She stepped inside, casually taking her place against the wall of the elevator, sending him a smirk.
"Yea. They'll be there. Even your HERO."
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Post by guinne on Jan 30, 2009 18:46:03 GMT -6
Guinne scowled, stomping into the elevator after her.
"Shut up. I just admire him, okay?"
He leans against a different wall, looking away from her so she can't tease him anymore about his blushing.
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Post by alexandra on Jan 30, 2009 18:49:39 GMT -6
"Heh..." She coughed, tilting her head back at a ridiculous angle to catch every drop of coffee left. "But seriously Guinners. When Rude sees how great of a Turk you are, who knows? He might like, talk to you and compliment you, and I dunno, maybe ask you out to eat or something." She snickered at the thought. "But that's only if you start doing your job right around here. Do you know you've screwed up at least 6 times in the past month?" She smirked, as the elevator made its stop, and she glided out past him, depositing her cup into the trash can as she walked by.
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Post by guinne on Jan 30, 2009 18:54:34 GMT -6
"Out to eat?" He seems confused by the idea as he continues to follow, "That would be pretty..."
He pauses, then continues walking again.
"I don't mean to screw up... and they aren't all my fault. They're sometimes..." He looks at her, his face as blank as he can make it, "... yours."
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Post by fayden on Jan 30, 2009 19:25:03 GMT -6
Well, his supposed internship wasn't all too bad.
Sure, there were the uppity members to put up with, but--
His train of thought was abruptly stopped at the sounds of arguing coming from the other elevator's vicinity; he stopped in place. Hadn't they said something about some sort of mission...? Maybe I can go if I ask, if I don't screw up this time..., Geoffrey thought with a sigh; he had slipped in and attempted to make himself scarce in the wonderfully tiny compartment under the pretense of being some ordinary luggage at the same time as the female had got on (in the other elevator, of course) and hopefully being unnoticed by the two (a very, very, very unlikely thing, unless they were being established to be busy, as such was the thing as of now).
He had been attempting to find the way to the Turk head's office from the place where the interns were supposed to be staying, with the lovely effect that he had ended up at this floor, this being his sixth attempt.
The bickering seemed to be ruminating slightly as time went on; like a pair of sour wineskins, they kept going and going and going until finally...
"Can you two please shut up?", he inquired querulously, the corner of a steel-grey eye twitching.
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Post by alexandra on Jan 31, 2009 16:13:49 GMT -6
L.A ceremoniously stopped in mid-thought and glanced over at the owner of the new and strange sounding voice. She blinked a few times, wondering how in the world she hadn't noticed this guy walk in, and more importantly, as a Turk, how she wasn't more aware of her surroundings.
"Uhm.......who....are you?" Wasn't he that new guy? The noob? Huh, she wasn't sure.
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Post by guinne on Jan 31, 2009 16:43:36 GMT -6
Guinne frowned at L.A. ignoring his taunt, but turned his frown to the new guy. He didn't recognize him. Guinne tried to look as uninterested as he could.
"..."
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Post by fayden on Jan 31, 2009 17:07:17 GMT -6
Geoffrey raised a thin brow to both reactions, although he vaguely remembered the latter from one of those R-named people (no pun intended). It was a horrid representation, but... ah well. "Y'know, I think they'd expect you to remember people's names," he retorted casually, although giving a very pronounced sense of biting wit (in this case, possibly overdone). A sarcastic smirk at the consultant of his name revealed probable undertones of mocking anger, as he extracted a proper-looking plasticine name-card listing, obviously, his name. "If you can't read from only two meters, Geoffrey." Geoffrey looked around, to behold, joy of joyous joys, a wastebasket tinted something noxious that he would have expected to have been produced by something horrid, possibly cat-sick; starting up a quick, droning whistle, he walked up to them.
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