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Post by sebastian on Oct 26, 2010 17:09:27 GMT -5
((OOC: Open, but definitely has a specific direction))
Sebastian wasn't one to pick fights. He was smaller than most of the boys in the youth division, and generally lacked a hot temper. Besides, the Lieutenant Colonel had told him that good soldiers did not fight within their own ranks. It hadn't been easy, but Sebastian had made himself grow a thick skin against his peers' comments for Lt. Colonel Jone's sake. Anyway, he didn't spend enough time around the others to hear their gossip too often. It was mostly during meals when he settled at a table among the girls that he hear snide comments murmured in his direction.
But today was different.
It was the appointed shower and prep time after morning exercise, and as usual Sebastian bathed among his male peers and envied that some of them already needed to shave. He also thought about having lunch with Lt. Colonel Jones, and what he'd cook them if Alfred wanted and...
"He looks like he's freakin' twelve years old"
"He probably is. I bet his mommy lied about his age to get him in."
Sebastian's face heated as he listened to the boys at the mirror behind him. Lt. Colonel Jone's voice echoed in his head; "I'm proud of you, so what they think doesn't matter." It only took the sting off a little, but it was enough for him to go back to washing his hair and twirling his strange little curl around his finger to make sure it dried in the right shape. Soon he was forgetting about it, but the mention of a certain name drew his attention back with full force.
"I bet Jones picked him because he likes 'em young."
It would have been better if the implication had gone over Sebastian's head, but it didn't. He spun around, face red, and nearly slipped on the wet tile floor. The boy who had been talking started to snicker and then cackle as the small Italian regained his footing and stomped towards them, still completely naked.
"Don't talk about Lieutenant Colonel Jones that way! Take it back!" His hands curled into fists and he glared up at them with blazing green eyes. The others were amused, but not impressed. One of them gave him a casual shove back. Again, Sebastian slipped and this time landed hard on his ass. The anger was still there in full force, however, so the pain didn't register right away. Instead Alfred's combat lessons came back to his mind and he extended a quick, well-aimed leg, swiping a leg out from under both of the older boys. Already a circle of young men in various states of dress was gathering around them, cheering and calling for a fight.
And that was how it started. Sebastian was outnumbered, but still managed to gain the upper-hand just as the commander came in to split them up. Shouting commenced, and a message was sent to Alfred Jones' communicator. Sebastian was ordered to dress and go to the Lt. Colonel's office, no stop at the infirmary allowed in between despite his blackening bruises, split lip, and bleeding nose. Such was Sebastian's state when he showed up at Lt. Colonel Alfred F. Jones' door with a timid knock.
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Post by alfred on Oct 26, 2010 20:08:45 GMT -5
For Alfred, it had been a typical morning. Nothing all that interesting had happened over night that required his immediate attention, so he was able to train his troops in a timely fashion, grab another coffee and bagel (slathered with cream cheese, of course) from the cafeteria, and pick up the daily schedule before heading into his office.
And after he got settled into his comfortable desk chair and started looking over the schedule to which meetings ran into each other (the scheduling staff needed to learn how to properly manage his meetings so that Kirkland wouldn't have another reason to reprimand him for being late), but, for right then, he'd just sip at his coffee and read the reports from a few other divisions... or, he was, until the beeping of his communicator went off. Sighing, he checked the message, reading over about a scuffle among the youth division and how the commander in charge was sending his personal pick, Sebastian, up for a lecture.
Massaging the bridge of his nose, the Lt. Colonel slipped off his glasses and thought for a moment over what could have happened. Honestly, he had never expected that one of his youngest and brightest to be sent to his office, but he also knew that the youngest of the AFN troops could also be the cruelest, and that teenagers could be cruel in general. There was no doubt that he didn't see the endless potential in the youth division, but it always seemed like there was a fight amongst them, especially when there was a perceived 'weak' link.
He nearly jumped out of his chair when he heard knock. Sebastian was already there? Maybe the fight wasn't as big as he presumed, and he hope that it wasn't. Alfred hoped that he wouldn't have to reprimand the poor boy too much... he was really enjoyable company, and cooked good food to boot. He was a sweet little thing, and Alfred couldn't help but feel like taking the boy in as his own, despite the ethic problems that would arise with that.
Steeling himself (because he knew that he was supposed to give a lecture), he walked to his door, opening it with a push of a button. When the door hissed to the side, his eyes flickered worriedly over the young Italian before freezing again. "Come in, Vargas..." said the American as he stepped to the side.
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Post by sebastian on Oct 27, 2010 12:45:23 GMT -5
'I'm so dead.'
Such was Sebastian's first thought as he gave Jones a hurried salute and then entered the office. He stood at attention still, trying not to fidget and most of all trying not to whine about how sore he was (pain tolerance, what's that?).
It was tempting to blurt out how sorry he was and that it would never happen again, but he bit his tongue and waited. He had to remind the Lieutenant Colonel that he was, in fact, a good soldier.
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Post by alfred on Nov 4, 2010 19:27:23 GMT -5
Once Sebastian was stopped in his office, Alfred shut the door and locked it, knowing how this would go. Vargas needed to be taught a lesson, and being disturbed would be detrimental to his disciplinary flow. The young Lt. Colonel would not put up with this... but there is always a side to the story that deserved to be heard. It was something that his father had instilled in him, and something he tried not to take for granted. Everyone was free to tell their side of the story, the American believed, and in this case, that would be essential, he knew.
Stepping across the floor until he could lean back against the front part of his desk, Alfred crossed his arms and peered down at Vargas from the top of his glasses. "Vargas. What have I told you about fighting amongst ranks?" he asked, keeping his lilt steady, firm, and pronounced. He was disappointed, but, Alfred knew better than to start shoving blame on the one before him. Sebastian was a good kid, he knew that, so he was wondering what could have set off the altercation from earlier. A thousand possibilities ran through his head, but, he stayed quiet, waiting for an answer.
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Post by sebastian on Nov 5, 2010 20:29:07 GMT -5
It was hard not to fidget. So hard. He knew what Alfred had told him. He hung onto the Lt. Colonel's every word.
"Th-that we need to fight pirates and not each other," he murmured. Sebastian wasn't looking at his superior; he was too ashamed to meet those sharp blue eyes. "I'm sorry, sir. I lost my temper." Sebastian explained himself, but made no excuses. None would suffice for how he had acted.
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Post by alfred on Nov 9, 2010 20:41:39 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, sir. I lost my temper."
With one eyebrow raising in question, Alfred dropped his hands to his side and leaned even more on his desk. "Temper, huh? And what could have caused you to lose your temper so much that you had to fight with your fellow soldiers?
"I know that you're young, Vargas, and they are, too, but I can't stress the philosophy and necessity of a cohesive unit enough to the Youth division, or any of my divisions for that matter," the Lt. Colonel began, his hands waving about for emphasis. "Cohesive. Unit."
Sighing, his arms fall again, waiting for an answer from Sebastian.
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Post by sebastian on Nov 10, 2010 12:57:19 GMT -5
Cohesive Unit. Yes, he knew that and knew it well. It was a lesson that the Lt. Colonel was very adamant about. Sebastian shyly rubbed his arm, wincing over the bruise on his bicep. He didn't want to tell Alfred what those boys had said about him. It was awful and would no doubt get him upset. But Sebastian had promised to never withhold information from the superior that he admired so much. And so, without meeting Jones' gaze, Sebastian explained.
"...They said you only picked me because you 'like them young'," he uttered hurriedly, his embarrassed blush increasing tenfold and his bruises stinging even more.
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Post by alfred on Dec 13, 2010 0:08:33 GMT -5
"...They said you only picked me because you 'like them young.'"
Oh. Well, damn, Alfred thought, only able to stare at Sebastian as the thought of that ran in his head, and yeah, he had been attracted to people a bit younger than himself, but they sometimes acted older than he did, and he liked older and--.
God, was he making any sense anymore?
"... Sebby..." he murmurs (and he's broken the superior role by using Vargas' nickname, but he's through with being superior...) as he leans down a little, still wondering how in the hell anyone got the idea that he liked young boys in a way that was 'wrong,' but then again, kids these days, they think everything has some perverted or sexual connotation. Oh, well. He'd just tell the superiors he thought that the entertainment rooms should be stripped of all things corrupting.
"Sebby, look, don't mind them... though, really, I'm... flattered that you wanted to defend me, but, they're not worth it. That's what they want, to see you riled up," the American says while laying a hand on Sebastian's head.
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Post by sebastian on Dec 13, 2010 20:43:47 GMT -5
The Italian sighed and deflated, his sore shoulders slumping. The lack of severe scolding was a plus but... he hadn't wanted Alfred to know about all the details. He didn't deserve to have comments like that made about him.
"I'm sorry, sir," Sebastian pouted, still not meeting his superior's gaze. "But... they're wrong! They're so wrong!" He looked up at last, jutting his split lower lip out, not minding how that made it sting. "But... but I'll try, si? Try not to fight again..." He rubbed his sore arm and looked hopefully up at Alfred.
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Post by alfred on Dec 13, 2010 23:29:47 GMT -5
Sighing, Alfred knelt down fully, cupping Sebastian's face. "I know they're wrong, but, fighting them isn't right. You should fight the enemy, not among you're own ranks. That's how you lose battles, lose wars. Battle those within your ranks with kindness, hm?" the Lt. Colonel murmurs lowly before smiling, laying a hand on the one rubbing an injured arm.
"They couldn't even send you to the infirmary? Sheesh, a little scuffle doesn't constitute sending kids to a scolding without treatment." The blond rises then, going around to his desk and opening a large bottom drawer to pull out an emergency first aid kit. "Sit down, Sebby, and I'll fix you up a little... or, try to. I wasn't the best in the medical aspect of the military..." he chuckles nervously, pulling out rubbing alcohol and bandages, "but, your injuries shouldn't be too much for me to handle."
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Post by sebastian on Dec 14, 2010 20:42:44 GMT -5
Sebastian shuffled over to the sofa in Alfred's office and settled down. With a quiet sigh and a wince, he tugged up at the bottom of his shirt until it was free of his thin, now heavily bruised body. Already there were black and blue splotches forming over his tan skin, though the minimal bleeding had stopped in the places where he'd gained a few scrapes and cuts. The Italian was starting on his pants when the Lieutenant Colonel came over.
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Post by alfred on Jan 4, 2011 23:28:57 GMT -5
Glancing up once he's pulled out the first aid kit, he stops, grimacing at the bruises and knows immediately that his rudimentary skills in medicine a.k.a. patching up what he can wasn't going to suffice this time. No, this time, he knew that Sebastian needed real treatment.
"Whoa, wait there... I'm not.... gonna be able to fix those..." The American walks over to the Italian, thinking for a moment before glaring at the wall. "This is nothing to get a lecture in obedience over. Come on, Sebby... I need to take you to the med. bay."
Picking up Sebastian's shirt, he hands it to the younger boy, waiting in case he needs help with putting it on. With all the damage, he wonders how the boy is still sitting up.
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Post by sebastian on Jan 4, 2011 23:40:39 GMT -5
Sebastian did struggle with his shirt a bit, but made a show of not needing assistance. He did like it when Alfred doted on him, but he was a soldier, too and needed to act the part. At first he was unhappy about needing to go to the medical bay. He'd never live it down if his peers found out that he'd needed to go there after a simple brawl.
Then, of course, he remembered who worked there. The cute blonde girl who was about his age. She'd be seeing him shirtless and probably touching him. Sebastian smiled despite the pain throbbing through his body and stood, latching onto Alfred's arm as they went to the medical wing of the base.
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Post by lilith on Jan 10, 2011 4:22:26 GMT -5
Green eyes glanced at the clock for the fifth time in two minutes. Lilith sighed and looked away from the clock once more. She had twenty more minutes until the end of her shift. But those twenty minutes seemed like hours away. The clock seemed to move so slowly. She’d finished all her paper work for the day and caught up with all the paper work she missed while she’d been on “vacation”. AKA torturing her brother and poor Ludwig on board the Axis. She’d had a blast, though she’d missed Thorvald greatly despite her flirtations with Ludwig.
Which was why she wished the clock would hurry up. Lili was ready to see the handsome document forger. She missed him. And she had another ID for him to make. Her friend Ari had wanted one. More like needed one so that he could accompany his boyfriend to bars so that Soren wouldn’t stay out all night. Lili had to help him and Thor seemed to like the business she was always bringing him.
Thorvald. There was just something about him that drew her to him. The last time she’d seen him was two weeks before her birthday. That seemed like ages ago. He probably wouldn’t recognize her at first. She had finally developed all of her normal body parts. Lili was quite proud of them, honestly. They were something she’d always wanted. She couldn’t stop herself from wearing low cut shirts.
And that definitely caught the attention of many a trainee and even a good many of the soldiers. The place had been crawling with them for the first couple of days after they noticed the size of her chest had grown quite a bit. She’d been flattered of course, but her mind was elsewhere, namely wondering what Thorvald (and by default, her brother) would think.
It made her wish that she and Vasch hadn’t lost contact with Sophie and Katya. She was sure that they would be very proud of the size of her chest. No, her breasts weren’t as large as Sophie’s and Katya’s, but they were large enough to cause a stir.
Lilith glanced back up at the clock. Eighteen more minutes until the end of her shift. She sighed and rested her head onto her desk, wondering what she should change into to go and see Thor. Maybe that cute sailor outfit that Francis had bought her.
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Post by alfred on Jan 19, 2011 22:10:10 GMT -5
With Sebastian clinging to his arm, Alfred walked down the corridors to the medical bay. It wasn't a very eventful trip, so when the door opened to reveal the staff-on-duty, the young Lt. Colonel was happy to see the room.
The moment he walked Vargas in, the American saw a girl he had spoken with a few times before about trainees. Out of manners, he smiled, nodding at her before guiding the younger man to her.
"I have a Youth Division officer that got in a bit of a scuffle. I know it's getting close to shift change, but, I need him patched up ASAP."
In normal situations, Alfred would have asked rather than demand, but, with Sebastian's state, he didn't really want to leave the question open for a rejection. Besides, he was the superior. He felt that he could demand certain things as long as they were within reason and not against someone's will.
Besides, the nurse on duty was a sweet girl from what Alfred knew of her. Surely she wouldn't make a fuss.
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