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Even though her face hurt, Geneivieve couldn't help but snort softly at the engies little joke about the rest of their team. Playing with the tuffs of fur on her boots again as laughed. Appreciating that he didn't take the easy route and just agree with her.

"I dunno about everyone else. I haven't really talked to anyone since I got here." She explained lowly. Giving the rest of the room a small side eye glance before returning to him. Gen wasn't a particularly extroverted person when it came to meeting new people. She just preferred to get the feel of the room before trying to make herself known.

If Torrence was being awkward in anyway, she hadn't caught on. Being a bit awkward herself she didn't notice anything different.

"Oh, I'm Geneivieve, but only my Nan calls me that. Mostly everyone else just calls me Gen." She introduced herself. Her eyes smiling some for her with her mouth covered by her mask.

"It's nice to meet yeh Taurie."

"Do you want some painkillers?"

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Miffed, Geneivieve sat on the floor in a secluded spot in the back as the rest of her new team changed after battle. Her knees were drawn up with her arms out and crossed over the tops of them as she sulked about her last fight. The bruise that was growing over her eye and her busted lip were bad enough, but it was the memory picture of that smug blu's face that was pissing her off the most.

The whistle had abruptly called their match to an end and had kept the scout from bashing her head in. He had looked so smug when he drew back and announced he was letting her live. That image pissed her off more than if he had just killed her.

Annoyed Gen pulled at her veil to try and hide the bruises on her face. Keeping her eyes low and hoping her thick copper curls would keep people from noticing. All she needed was someone to see one of the new snipers looking like they had the shit kicked out of them.

Hearing the unfamiliar voice Geneivieve's head instantly snapped up. Making it easy for the engineer to see the dark purple starting to form around one of her brown eyes.

"...no..." She muttered lowly. Stubbornly looking away with a self conscious tug to her mask.

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Shifting her weight Gen's legs slid down to crisscross under her as she watched the engie slide the box off his shoulders. Curiously watching him and his machine as it whizzed and whirled to life until it built itself into a dispenser. She had seen them after they had been set up before, but she hadn't ever actually watched one made.

"Thanks." She murmured lowly when it was done. Forgetting that he couldn't see the small smile she gave him from under her mask.

"A scout." Gen answered sullenly. Her head bowing as she picked at the fake fur on the cuffs of her boots with embarrassment. Hating that she felt like a failure for letting him get the drop on her the way he did.

"Fecker jumped me on me way down the stairs." Her eyes lifting up to look at him again at the engies assurance that everyone took time to get used to things. Greatly appreciating him taking the time to be nice to her, even though she didn't feel like she deserved it.

"I think I'm a bit of a slow learner." She joked softly, giving him a quiet laugh behind her veil at her own expense. The truth was Geneivieve was having a hard time getting adjusted to this kind of life. When she agreed to come here she hadn't fully understood what she was signing up for. It was nice though that someone seemed to understand a little bit about what she was going through.

"Do you want some painkillers?"

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Miffed, Geneivieve sat on the floor in a secluded spot in the back as the rest of her new team changed after battle. Her knees were drawn up with her arms out and crossed over the tops of them as she sulked about her last fight. The bruise that was growing over her eye and her busted lip were bad enough, but it was the memory picture of that smug blu's face that was pissing her off the most.

The whistle had abruptly called their match to an end and had kept the scout from bashing her head in. He had looked so smug when he drew back and announced he was letting her live. That image pissed her off more than if he had just killed her.

Annoyed Gen pulled at her veil to try and hide the bruises on her face. Keeping her eyes low and hoping her thick copper curls would keep people from noticing. All she needed was someone to see one of the new snipers looking like they had the shit kicked out of them.

Hearing the unfamiliar voice Geneivieve's head instantly snapped up. Making it easy for the engineer to see the dark purple starting to form around one of her brown eyes.

"...no..." She muttered lowly. Stubbornly looking away with a self conscious tug to her mask.

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Even though Gen knew he was right, she didn't like admitting when she was wrong. She didn't like feeling like everyone was potentially judging her for being new, and still not being as good as the rest of them. It made her more edgy than normal as she pulled up her mask to lamely hide the marks on her face. It didn't matter that her veil only came up over her nose.

When she noticed the engineer lingering her brown eyes hesitantly looked up again curiously.

"Oh..., I'm new." She murmured lowly. Just saying it making her feel like she was admitting defeat all over again. Like the bruises on her face weren't enough evidence of that already. Looking immediately surprised but grateful when the engie offered to set up his dispenser for her. She was still getting used to the fact they could do that.

"....yeah. Yeah. I mean, if it's not a bother." She agreed after a minute. Her voice gaining some confidence as she sat up a bit more while getting a better look at him.

"Do you want some painkillers?"

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Miffed, Geneivieve sat on the floor in a secluded spot in the back as the rest of her new team changed after battle. Her knees were drawn up with her arms out and crossed over the tops of them as she sulked about her last fight. The bruise that was growing over her eye and her busted lip were bad enough, but it was the memory picture of that smug blu's face that was pissing her off the most.

The whistle had abruptly called their match to an end and had kept the scout from bashing her head in. He had looked so smug when he drew back and announced he was letting her live. That image pissed her off more than if he had just killed her.

Annoyed Gen pulled at her veil to try and hide the bruises on her face. Keeping her eyes low and hoping her thick copper curls would keep people from noticing. All she needed was someone to see one of the new snipers looking like they had the shit kicked out of them.

Hearing the unfamiliar voice Geneivieve's head instantly snapped up. Making it easy for the engineer to see the dark purple starting to form around one of her brown eyes.

"...no..." She muttered lowly. Stubbornly looking away with a self conscious tug to her mask.

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Like he expected the culprit wasn't too far away from the scene of the crime. Gen stood around the side of the engie's building with her bag of spray paint at her booted feet. The smell of paint wafting in the air around as she finished the second layer to her artwork. Thoughtfully her hand shook the can as her arm went limp at her side, while she took a step back to better envision what she wanted on the wall.

Even if she wasn't holding the weapon in her hand, Geneivieve's clothes would give her away. Her favorite dark green jacket was spotted in paint just like her dark grey cargo pants. And to top it all off, she smudged a wisp of bright white paint in a few stray strands of her bright copper curls that were trying to escape the messy bun on her head.

Mysteriously when the engineer returned to his station he would find his sentry spray painted in yellow and white flames, and his dispenser painted in white medical healing crosses and yellow flames along the bottom to match.

What the-

Jonathan is looking around for the Scout(s) responsible for this admittedly well-done defacement. No way the culprit(s) aren't nearby to see and laugh at his reaction.

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"Ah, yeah well, so is me Nan." Gen shot back stubbornly. Giving the ground around her feet a once over to be sure she got all of her paint while she ignored his warning. Not being particularly scared of being punished while she was already being punished.

It was a little hard to think of someone doing something worse to her than being forced to kill and die every day. She couldn't think of what more they could tack on that wasn't already haunting her just by being here.

"If I could be anywhere else, I would. But, here we are." She stated with a flap of her arms to the space around them. Not really feeling like going into detail of why she was stuck painting walls all over a base, rather than doing something more with her life.

"Besides, I'm no sell out. I paint for me, not for money." Truthfully Genievieve didn't think anyone would pay for her art work if she actually ever tried to do something with it. Most of all though, there was a special kind of joy in pissing people off with something she thought was beautiful.

Immediately her eyes narrowed at the heavies deep laugh. Like what he said wasn't more than a hundred precent the truth, and he could swat her down like a fly.

"Hey! If I wanted to, I could have had yeh beggin' for mercy." Gen retorted with a bold face lie. Too stubborn for her own good or her health.

"Your just lucky I didn't want to lose my paint." Giving her bag strap a stiff adjustment like that somehow made her point.

Taking a step back Gen adjusted the edge of the grinning veil across her nose. Her head cocking one way and then the other as she studied the side of the base she had made her canvas. The fresh can of paint in her hand rattling with an idle shake, just like the loose silver charms on the twine of leather wrapped around her wrist. Silently deciding what to do next or whether or not she should switch colors.

Because she was new on the base Genevieve doubted anyone would recognize her. Giving her the opportunity of ambiguity until people eventually noticed she and her brother had moved in. It helped that if anyone were to see her, the sniper looked more like a wild street child than a professional killer.

Her massive mane of copper curls were barely contained into two braids that rested on either shoulder. While her clothes were an old pair of paint tattered dark grey cargo pants, and an old grey-ish green zip up hoodie. With her grinning sniper veil up over the lower half of her face and a fabric sling bag full of can's of spray paint, Gen almost looked ready to rob someone.

Shaking the can again she finally stepped forward to start spraying where she had left off. Marking the wall in bright streaks of yellow over the red she had already painted on. Not immediately noticing the massive figure moving closer until she paused to look at her work again. About jumping right out of her boots with a hissed "Shite!", that nearly made her drop the can in her hand.

Out of reflex the hand holding the spray can immediately went behind her back like a kid caught red handed. Acting like that might somehow give her plausible deniability if he were to say anything about what she was doing.

"What?" She snipped quickly with guilt squeaking in her voice. "What are ye looking at? I wasn't doing anything."

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Stepping out onto the roof Gen took a second to look around as the door closed quietly behind her. The can's of paint softly clanking against one another in her fabric bag as she adjusted it on her shoulder.Not immediately seeing anyone she began to move around, looking for the perfect spot for her next work of art. Guessing that if she were going to find a place no one was going to bother her, it would be the roof.

Once she had found a semi smooth surface to work with, Geneivieve lightly set her bag down while studying it. Mentally putting together want she wanted to paint until the heavy shake of something exploding snapped her head around.

Immediately she hurried over to the edge of the roof just in time to see a solly being half way jetted into the air before coming flying back down again. Making her snort to herself as she watched the demo who looked to be the one to do the exploding, dying laughing as he trotted over to help.

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Perched on top of RED’s roof, one leg dangling off in a casual rocking to and fro, double colored irises watched a duo of teammates down below In partial interest. He had gone up high to grab a quick smoke and not be harassed for his bad habit. Although his cancer stick addiction might be the least of a problem soon. Seems like a fellow demo man would be attempting to sticky jump another RED Solider, who in question is currently sitting in a makeshift cart. Or metal bucket? What the hell they were planning to do is beyond him only that it would end with someone going to the medic. Or respawn.

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"Do you want some painkillers?"

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Miffed, Geneivieve sat on the floor in a secluded spot in the back as the rest of her new team changed after battle. Her knees were drawn up with her arms out and crossed over the tops of them as she sulked about her last fight. The bruise that was growing over her eye and her busted lip were bad enough, but it was the memory picture of that smug blu's face that was pissing her off the most.

The whistle had abruptly called their match to an end and had kept the scout from bashing her head in. He had looked so smug when he drew back and announced he was letting her live. That image pissed her off more than if he had just killed her.

Annoyed Gen pulled at her veil to try and hide the bruises on her face. Keeping her eyes low and hoping her thick copper curls would keep people from noticing. All she needed was someone to see one of the new snipers looking like they had the shit kicked out of them.

Hearing the unfamiliar voice Geneivieve's head instantly snapped up. Making it easy for the engineer to see the dark purple starting to form around one of her brown eyes.

"...no..." She muttered lowly. Stubbornly looking away with a self conscious tug to her mask.

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Bruises and Bruising

WORDS

“Where did you get those?”

“Is that…. somebody’s hand?”

“Is that… a bootprint?”

“It’ll look worse before it looks better.”

“Come on. Let’s get it wrapped up.”

“Do you want some painkillers?”

“Let me guess, I should ‘see the other guy’?”

“How’d you get a black eye?”

“I know you don’t do it on purpose, but I wish you’d stop coming home bruised.”

“I like the new look. It suits you.”

“Ouch, that looks like it hurts.”

“Talk to me.”

“You shouldn’t end up with bruises because you disagree with them. You know that, right?”

“Will you tell me how it happened?”

“Come and sit with me.”

ACTIONS

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[sit] – sender comes and sits next to a bruised receiver. no words, just warmth.

[care] – sender provides physical care for receiver’s bruises (ice pack, wrapping them up, etc)

[shower] – sender takes one look at a bruised and bloody receiver, and goes to run them a shower. hot showers fix everything.

[offer] – sender has something they know receiver will want, and because receiver has had a bad enough day as it is, sender gives it to them. it’s the little things.

[stay] – sender offers receiver a place to stay, so that – wherever they got these bruises – they don’t have to go back.

[concussion] – sender checks receiver for a concussion, because it’s very possible receiver has one.

[home] – sender has no physical way of helping receiver out of this situation, but they offer out their hand anyway. just to hold onto (and to not let go).