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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/13/2017 2:32:30 AM
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[b]Sanctuary
Trayven Camp Barracks
Sometime After Dark [/b]
[i]"And... Perfect. Well, not bad."
Nat adjusted the last book in the back half of a barracks tent - One that was only half-occupied by Trayven forces, due to others being straight up kicked out by Natalie. She snickered internally when she looked at the blanket wall that had hanged from the cieling, a row of thick black blankets was all that had remained to divide her little section of privacy from the rest of the camp. It was a small pleasure to her, a way to show that while she was affiliated to the army, she stood at a position higher than just the average footman. Or rather, she acted like it, anyways.
The inside of her own personal tent was fairly quaint and small, but it was her own: A two-person bed, a couch, a low table in front of said couch, and a large table with some chairs was all she had in terms of furniture aside from the shelf, but it was enough for her in this second home. She had a radio on the table, which played a tune of Van Halen's "Panama" that was just muffled by the wall of cloth dividing her room from the other half of the tent. She was finally happy with the room and grabbed a book, a copy of some admittedly shitty romance novel, and took a seat on her L-shaped couch with a sense of pride. [/i]
((Open to all. If you need a way to reply, just investigate the music from the tent.))
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"Sorry but im looking for a spider"says marcella [i]she quiets down after that while looking for it not knowing the spider was in the tent with currently hiding somewhere. [/i]
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[i]"The big -blam!-er I just turned into a magic football? He's in one of the tents." [/i]
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"Yes the big -blam!-er... he's probably hiding somewhere in there now. At least he is one the small ones."says marcella [i]She could be heard sighing as she starts looking for the little bastard thats now hiding from the both of them somewhere within the confines of the tent. [/i]
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[i]Nat just kind of chilled in her little section of the tent, continuing to read. [/i]
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"Heads up little bastard running your direction."says marcella [i]she could be heard chasing the little bastard around the tent. The spider was surprisingly fast cause it was so small and well as smart. The spider this time had leapt as marcella made a grab for it essentially running back into nat section but made a fast beeline underneath of where she was sitting faster than she could react. Marcella could be heard cursing when it did.[/i]
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[i]And Nat, who didn't take kindly to that, stood up and grabbed Marcella to the hair. She dragged her to the door and pushed her out. [/i]
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"Ouch im going but he still in there."says marcella [i]marcella was surprisingly light so it wouldn't take much to drag to the door. But what she said was true about the little bastard. It was still in the tent hiding under her chair she was sitting. [/i]
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[i]Nat used her magic to lift the spider: Making its outsides lighter than air but the spiders insides heavier than steel, she shot it outside of her part of the tent to allow the mess to formulate on the beds of her co-workers. [/i]
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[i]marcella had pretty much left before that point figuring that she had probably killed the spider even though she still had loads more act her disposal and if to prove a point a small formation of tiny spiders lined up on the floor to spell out the words goodbye. [/i]
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[i]Those spiders also ended up on the floor outside. [/i]
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[spoiler]end?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Yip. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]mhm [/spoiler]
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"Nat, what's with the cloth? Do you really need this much privacy? What're you doing?...Oh, should I come back later? I-I didn't mean to interrupt if you were...y'know...." Natalie could hear Star's muffled voice on the other side of the covering she had put up.
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[i]"What? Nah come on in, I just wanted to make a little bedroom is all. Something for myself." Nat spoke in a friendly manner, closing the book up and tossing it onto the table in front of her. She put her legs up on the couch beside her and leaned up on the armrest, waiting for Star. [/i]
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Star parted an opening and walked in, wearing a slim white tank top and tight black leggings that hugged her legs. She was obviously not dressed to go out, but instead just for comfort. "Yeah, I get what you mean. Sometimes you just need to have some privacy."
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[i]"Yeah. Plus I would prefer to not get changed in the middle of a full barracks." [/i]
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"No? I'm kinda used to dressing in front of others. I'd always prefer to do it in private though." Star sat down beside Nat.
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[i]"Oh? I'm going to guess that's for your tournaments with locker rooms and stuff?" [/i]
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"Yep. I've only had a few bad encounters...a lot of bad encounters with that. Y'know, people making comments or placing hands where they don't have permission." Star sighed with annoyance. "I'm so glad I'm done with that stuff. My sister can be the one to deal with it now."
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[i]"Aren't you scared she would hsvr that happening to her though?" [/i]
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"I...huh...f*ck. I just realized that. Well, now I can stay up at night worrying about people touching her and making comments in the locker room. That's great."
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[i]"Shit, I'm sorry for bringing it up."[/i]
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"No...No, it's okay. I'm calling her later though. Poor girl..."
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[i]"Just sent her a switchblade for her bag, I'm sure she'll be fine." [/i]
