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[[I just keep slipping on actually remembering Kayla exists! Ugh, besides personal issues and lolpasswords I'm gonna try to be more active on this blog. Ya'll should uh, shoot me an ask or IM me on Skype (Simsational1) to plot together because you know everyone wants to be frans with/beat up a little metal mouthed shit right

yes of course]]

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M'Kayla. I'm in the same boat as ya, but everyone seems too busy to talk. Probably a buncha squeahs anyways. *Read as: She'll lose that intimidation they seem to have on her and she'll bug them in due time* 

Well I oughta be. Been a Scout heah for a few weeks now. I can dig it. 

Mellie blinks up at the other scout, but doesn’t really think much of it. Either she’s too lazy to be a bitch, or she actually doesn’t mind. It could be a combination of both.

“I think this is one of the older ones. And, uh…name’s Mellie? I sort’a just got here not too long ago, so m’still meetin’ people. I think I’ve seen you runnin’ around before, though.”

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:Y Oh, neat, I don't think I've seen this episode.

*Casually perches herself on top of the couch, yes, perfect way to sit absolutely* 

Nothin', really. It's borin' 'round here. Who're you again? I mean, we live right next door to each othah an' I barely know ya. 

*She knows she has good tastes in TV shows atleast* 

…Just, uh…watchin’ Twilight Zone.

What’s up with you? :l

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*Why, she's the personification of tough how dare you mock her- okay let's not kid ourselves. She drops the act and huffs at how transparent she is. Hmph*

Naw, that's some guy named Stein or somethin'. I'm Kayla Skyy, thanks much. 

An' I ain't all that new! *Woah a year of experience watch out everyone we got a badass here* 

So who're you? 

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*So many giant scary looking ladies, what is she going to do with herself? 

Work the nerve to play it cool, unlike the last Heavy lady she seen. Which involves her crossing her arms all 'coollike.'*

Hey, sup. 

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Coldfront Mod here! If you could, please pick a room from the one's available and marked for your oc to live in while at coldfront :)}

SC1's as good as any :>

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blufemheavy started following you

*Well would you look at that! No, Kayla, don't fucking stare that's rude--

Nothing like bug eye staring at people as opposed to warm welcomes* 

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Sure as heck don't look like it, she thinks to herself. And a dry laugh at the thought. "A little more than a month a two ago. Been stationed at Badwatah Basin for a year an' a half. M'Not all that new."

And she'll squint back accusingly. Just what is that supposed to mean, doctor? "Naw, I don't think so. Home's kinda borin', and I'm tryna find someone here. An' for 'men's work', I'd like to think I'm holdin' my own pretty darn well!"

It was less desperation then thrill seeking and point proving for her. "You don't look the crazy doctor kind that comes around these parts for organ harvestin' or nothin', I hope. So you got a story, Steinkopf? It's cool if you don't wanna tell me nothin'." 

Friedrich found the girl’s personality as charming as it was annoying, though he couldn’t have shown that even if he wanted to. He still watched her with the same blank look he always sported. “Zhen I suppose it is good you see zhings zhat vay. I don’t mind speaking to zhe enemy, meinself.” 

He tugged at the collar of his shirt, straightening a little on his spoke. If she had offered her hand for a shake he would take it, though he would not initiate himself. “I’m Dr. Friedrich Steinkopf. I believe I’m about as new as you are.” He said. “Zhough, vhen exactly did you come here… And vhy?” His eyes narrowed somewhat as he looked her over. “Zhis kind of job is men’s work. I can only imagine you’re extremely desperate to end up vorking here.”  He was rather to-the-point, and possibly quite blunt, but Friedrich wasn’t one to beat around the bush.

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Heee. Imma bit of a chef m'self, I can always help if you want. 

*She enjoys up until he says that, because that sounds kind of really gross actually. She's trying her darnedest not to blanch so obviously* 

Probably!  M'Kayla. So like, how long have you been here if you don't mind me askin'.

*He shrugs and, when she’s done, gets some for himself as well. He’d finished his first bowl a few minutes ago but he’s still hungry.* Not so much for everyone as, I felt like making soup and it is too much to eat all at once. 

Oh— Hello, I am Acel, and this is beer and cheddar soup. *The Heavy chuckles.* So around here, maybe it will be popular.

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ovo?

*Free food? More like score. And while she's not going to turn down that offer she's not just going to take it without a word. Kayla has more tact than that. So she just makes a bowl while attempting to talk to the Heavy* 

Hello! And thanks, that's awful nice for you to make soup for everyone. 

*Acel waves amiably at the new faces, then points over his shoulder back towards the kitchen.* There is fresh soup in the kitchen, if you like soup.

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Paintin's hard, man. 

It's hard and nobody understands. 

Just look at Keisha’s big dumb little cousin. 

Bein’ big and dumb. 

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Just your luck, mister! She thinks you're pretty interesting, for an strange, old, musician. She flashes him a bright, metal mouthed smile. "Heh, you're welcome!" 

He is less bitter then she originally thought. Kayla had the off chance of pestering someone while they played an instrument  and most of the time was glared at and cussed out for it. Probably don't like audiences. You're getting in her good books yet, mister no name, even though there's probably fewer names in her bad books than you can count on a hand.

"Yeah! I guess I am." She removes her hat before swinging her braids back. Have to show respect for your elders, you know. She laughs a bit before waving her hand. "Naw, I think dat's a buncha hooey. I got a few pals on RED, an' I don't see any frownin' around. I jus' mean to say hey is all." 

She assumes it's okay to approach him closer, if only for a handshake. "I don't think I've seen you around nevah, I guess that's on account of me bein' new to dis base an' all. I'm Kayla. Who're you?" 

Friedrich had been improvising, playing nothing of particular meaning or importance to him. The music had a distinct sadness to it, one that was impossible to truly describe. The tempo slow, the progressions ranging from various minor chords struck nothing more than sweet melancholy. 

He heard footsteps behind him and eased his improvisation to a halt. He should’ve expected someone out here to hear him, and although he was not to keen on speaking to anyone, at least the voice that came from the stranger was gentle- feminine- somewhat polite. He wasn’t going to be rude to someone like that, even though he had no desire to speak, and simply wanted to be left alone. He turned on his spot on the stump to look at her. If she observed him, she would notice that his brow was slightly rippled with ridges, showing his age- he was perhaps fifty, maybe a little younger. Dark umber eyes traced the contours of her young face from behind square-rimmed glasses. His disheveled, dark hair was streaked white in several places.  “Danke.” He spoke simply, his face giving away absolutely nothing, no trace of emotion at all. He didn’t recognize her from RED, so he assumed she was BLU- either way, he detected no hostility from her, so he wasn’t concerned.  “I’m guessing you’re BLU.” He spoke. He, himself, wasn’t wearing a uniform, but she probably knew he wasn’t RED due to having not been around her base. They were complete strangers. “I hope you don’t mind zhat ve are fraternizing… it is sometimes looked down upon by our fellows.” 

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There's some awful vicious rumors about this base, Kayla thinks. It's pretty nice for the most part. A long ways away from home, and she can see why it's called Coldfront, atleast. But the people seemed too busy to pester or converse with. But being holed up in this base got her a bit restless, so she decides to take a walk to observe her surroundings. 

She's used to travelling and exploring new territory back home, so that fear of getting lost here dissipates every chance she wanders about. Which is quite often. There's really nice scenery out here and she is becoming more aware of her surroundings. It only took a small portion of her life to remember every other corner of the concrete jungle to a tee, she can be well traveled in this mini tundra in no time, she hopes. 

It'd be a lie to say there's nothing new that could surprise the Scout anymore, but Kayla finds herself walking to the source of faint music, to see a man playing the cello. There's a distance between them, out of courtesy as she listens on. She doesn't want to interrupt, so as soon as there's a long enough pause, she offers him a greeting.

"Hullo, mister. You play awful nice." 

Friedrich found that, on some days, late afternoons at Coldfront proved to be the best time to test the tempreature outside, and determine if it had gotten warm enough for an extended walk. Friedrich liked to take walks outside- it helped calm the tumultuous storm of scientific research that roiled in his mind. It gave him time to consider options, alternatives, theories… 

…but sometimes, he took walks for entirely different reasons. 90 percent of his life was spent completely absorbed in his research, but there was the rare occasion where the doctor simply wanted to live- to be, to allow himself time to mentally unwind. On the even rarer occasion, this involved taking out his prized instrument: his cello.  He didn’t like playing it around the base- he only liked to go places where people were very unlikely to hear him. Yet, Coldfront tended to be too cold for him to play the instrument, so the only times he could ever find suitable for himself and the strings of his cello were the late afternoons, where the sun had rarely warmed the land enough for him to find marginally bearable. Today, the doctor found himself seated on a stump, somewhere between RED and BLU, the bow gliding over the strings of his cello, mournful melodies weaved by his skilled hands. 

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Routine isn’t even in the Skyy family dictionary. The business was always getting closed down to reopen in a new location. She probably transferred out of more schools than she could count on her hands due to social stigma. She never frequented the same neighborhood twice in a week doing delivery service.

However, spending nearly 4 years here in Badwater Basin breeds the unfamiliar concept to Kayla, who doesn’t like it all that much. She can’t complain about the people she met here and there, she only bitched and moaned to herself about how long it would take for administration to review her request to a new base. Whatever base; the longer she’s stuck here the more she gets antsy. 

So as an attempt to rid herself of jitters along with this bout of restlessness, she packs and repacks her belongings; almost to the point of obsessiveness, waiting for HQ to give her to go ahead to continue her line of work elsewhere. 

She heard Coldfront was pretty cool. 

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OOC; Hiatus

In an attempt to buckle my ass on down and take some responsibility, I will try really hard to limit my activity on all my RP accounts for the next 2 weeks due to class finals, semester turnovers, and regents. I gotta focus on that shit, man. I’m not exactly doing real peachy keen on my grades so I’m going to attempt to do better with ‘em for that time. I might still have something in various queues going on, like Carlton’s weekly Sunday half BBM thing or pictures and such. 

Seriously, smack me if I’m RPing on these dorks. I’ll be back from this bullshit hiatus soon enough. And hell, maybe I’ll actually have some ideas brewing for these idiots, whodda thought?

-Sims

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Routine isn't even in the Skyy family dictionary. The business was always getting closed down to reopen in a new location. She probably transferred out of more schools than she could count on her hands due to social stigma. She never frequented the same neighborhood twice in a week doing delivery service.

However, spending nearly 2 years here in Badwater Basin breeds the unfamiliar concept to Kayla, who doesn't like it all that much. She can't complain about the people she met here and there, she only bitched and moaned to herself about how long it would take for administration to review her request to a new base. Whatever base; the longer she's stuck here the more she gets antsy. 

So as an attempt to rid herself of jitters along with this bout of restlessness, she packs and repacks her belongings; almost to the point of obsessiveness, waiting for HQ to give her to go ahead to continue her line of work elsewhere. 

She heard Coldfront was pretty cool. 

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now in fabb technicolor