[Well, now, here's a sight that might be a little familiar to anyone who was around for the June draft earlier this year. There's a table sitting just outside the Welcome Center, and behind it is one Grune
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[Unconsciously dragging his feet, Mac is a straggling draftee on his way home, quietly motivated by the thought of stepping into a hot shower to wash days' worth of dirt off his aching, tired skin, and then dropping into a proper bed, clothes and all, for a hard-earned sleep. Perhaps in the comfort of his home away from home, he could lower his head onto a pillow and finally find rest without spending hours staring at the wall first, red-eyed.
Catching a whiff of something sweet in the air, the Bronxite glances towards the table of baked goods and other treats, not understanding that he was welcome to help himself. For all he knew, it could be meant for someone else... but he was thirsty.]
Action - Sweet--I've been meaning to tag this guy for a while now.lostinmywayDecember 19 2011, 22:27:40 UTC
[Here's exactly the sort of person Grune had in mind when she came up with her idea. And so she waves and calls out:] Hello! Would you like some cocoa?
[Action] Cool!pugilistinpinkDecember 19 2011, 22:57:09 UTC
[Jerked from his thoughts, he blinked at her, processing the question slowly as if it had been in barely comprehensible English.] Oh, uh... yeah - sure! Wasn't sure who all that stuff was for, an' all.
[As accustomed as he was with having to glance up at people, his line of sight just happened to be level with her, er... right. Sheepishness flashing across his face, he quickly re-established eye contact after carefully accepting the cup extended to him. Damn - now he really wished he wasn't disheveled and dirty.] Thanks, miss... er, but I ain't done nothin' like that. I was... kind a' stuck underground for a while. It's... hard t'explain. [And he had neither the energy nor the will to elaborate.]
[Mac guiltily helped himself to one with his free hand, wishing he could have been able to offer a wholehearted 'yes' in response. Barring a few incidents in which he had beaten down a Third Party soldier using the spear from a fallen enemy, he had been a pitiful noncombatant, unable to much assist friends and other draftees.] ...Thanks. [He answered, left aching inside - and after a long moment he remembered to take a bite, chewing thoughtfully.]
Uh, yeah... yeah. I'm... I'm awright. ...Cookie's great, by the way. [He managed a small, appreciative smile - and while it did not last, it had been genuine, at least.] It's jus'... jus' been a long few days an' iunno where t'begin. M'head's still spinnin' from everythin'.
[He looks to his feet, considering the offer.] ...Thanks, but... I ain't really in the mood. Don' know what t'tell ya. I mean, I feel like m'head's all full, but I ain't got the words.
[He notes the look and purses his lips apologetically.] M'sorry... it's jus' a bad day. [Or days, rather. He lets out a breath, wearily.] But it ain't gonna last forever... [A hardness, a determination creeps into his voice.] I ain't gonna let stuff the Malnosso do keep me down.
Catching a whiff of something sweet in the air, the Bronxite glances towards the table of baked goods and other treats, not understanding that he was welcome to help himself. For all he knew, it could be meant for someone else... but he was thirsty.]
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[She picks up a mug and holds it out.]
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That's all right. I'm sure you did your best.
[She lifts up the plate of cookies next. Have one?]
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[Then she tilts her head slightly, watching him. He seems a little sad.] Are you all right?
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[It's not too likely Grune will understand, but at the very least, she'll listen.]
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[...Oh, yes.] My name is Grune. What's your name?
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[But she gives him a bit of a curious look. He still seems sad, even after having something to eat and drink. Hmm....]
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[But just to make sure he's nice and cheered up, she's going to step around the table and give him a nice, warm, soft hug.]
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