Slate wiped clean - OTA

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Sunlight filters through the blinds, bathing the room in a warm yellow glow. Julio stretches, wincing at the crack and click of his spine as he rolls his shoulders, scratching lazily at his bare stomach. He had the weirdest dreams last night, couldn't quite remember them now though but he's pretty sure the beers followed by shots at the poker

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[forceful_gift]

Ade crosses the grounds wearing a tank top and sweats, hair still damp from his post-workout shower and a towel slung over his shoulder. He'd had a great night's sleep, but woke with a renewed sense of confidence. He was quick in getting to the gym and working up an early-morning sweat just to get those endorphins rushing but he was now on his way to the Mess to ruin all of that in the form of coffee and some degree of sugary food.

Upon seeing Julio also on his way in Ade pulls the earphones from his ears which blare out some semi-muted music before he manages to silence it. He jogs over to Ric, grinning while casting an appraising eye over his outfit Ade calls out to the older man.

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Firing off a quick email or two Julio is scrolling his way through another one from a friend, catching up on the latest news when he hears his name being called out. He pauses, flicking ash from his cigarette and shoving his cell into his pocket before turning to look over his shoulder, spotting Ade with ease.

He smiles, bright and wide, waiting until Ade it close enough to sling an arm around Ade's shoulders, hauling him in close and resuming walking to the mess hall. "They let you out the creche already kiddo?"

Julio holds out his half smoked cigarette for Ade to take a drag, right arm still around Ade's shoulders as they slowly wander towards the mess hall. He ruffles the younger guys hair, fingers coming away damp but he doesn't mind really.

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He takes the cigarette, taking a couple of drags before handing it back. "Y'know, it's really counter-productive for you to just give me a cigarette after an hour and a half in the gym?"

Not that he's complaining or anything, it just gives him an excuse to bitch about something. "Thought I told you I'm not a kid, either... that might end up leading to some interesting observations." He does move to brush his own hair aside though, something about people ruffling it always means he has to touch it when they're done, out of force of habit rather than maintaining a style.

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Julio just rolls his eyes, taking the cigarette and taking a drags from it before letting it hang between his fingers. "Shouldn't have accepted it baby if you're just going to bitch and moan. Anyway I offered, didn't force you to smoke it."

He's only teasing though, well aware that Ade is just saying it to get a response. Ignoring Ade grumbling about being a kid, because really? He's 35 and Ade is 18 and therefore the 17 year age gap constitutes Ade being referred to as kid, kiddo or baby in all and every mocking context. "Yeah, yeah I know."

Pushing the doors open to the mess hall Julio unhooks his arm from around Ade's neck and nudges him playfully away with a shove before crossing to the counter and ordering himself a plate of scambled eggs and pancakes, clearly flirting with the guy serving him who simply flushes and stutters in response. Grabbing a seat Julio nurses the coffee he'd also grabbed, adding three sugars and a splash of milk before sipping at it.

[redslimscooter]

Scott had woken up to the sound of others waking up, which was far too early for his liking. Irritated, he got out of bed with a fierce scowl, which wasn't all that different from his usual self. He threw on his clothes, got washed and came out of his room. Anyone with a brain could tell that Scott was not in the mood to be bothered at all. He was having, what someone could call, a temper tantrum. And anyone near him was in danger of facing his sharp tongue.

Walking out of the building, Rictor was in the way. In all honesty, he could have just walked around the terrakinetic but Scott was in a foul mood and everyone tended to be the victims when he was in a bad mood. So in the end he just roughly shoved past Rictor.

"Shove."

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"Mire donde usted va cuatro ojos!*" Julio mumbles around the cigarette he'd been in the middle of lighting, he stumbles to the side, glaring at Scott as he dusts off the sleeve of his top and cups his hands oncemore to light the cigarette. Shaking out the match and flicking it at the back of Scott's head, ground trembling in response.

The Mexican has little time for Scott and his mood swings, he views the man pretty low down on his scale of importance but that's just Julio for you. Unless he deems you to be a potential investment of the business or sexual kind, he's just not going to bother.

* watch where you are going four eyes

[watch_the_nails]

Viktor wasn't quite sure how he'd made it into his bed last night, either; the night had been something of a hazy blur, as if he couldn't quite recall how he'd gotten there. But that didn't matter - no, what mattered right now was that he'd woken up in a foul mood, and he was ready to take it out on the first derrmo that crossed his path. That was why he glared at Julio as the man walked towards him, his hardened features forming a derisive sneer.

"You." The feral jabs a finger in the other man's direction. "Where do you think you are going looking so fucking happy?"

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He stops barely an inch between the end of Viktor's finger and Julio's chest. He takes several slow drags through the filter, watching Viktor through a haze of smoke before finally lowering the cigarette and tapping the ash from the end.

"What's your fucking problem hombre?" Julio wasn't surprised that the feral was sporting a scowl as deep as the Grand Canyon, guy seemed to have a constant chip on his shoulder but Julio wasn't stupid enough to point that out... or at least not in english. "Cara como un burro*."

* Face like a jackass

[watch_the_nails]

"You had better be telling me that I can take a shit in your bed, because if you are insulting me, I will cut off your tongue and shove it up your ass before making you put it back in your mouth, so you can taste it." The Russian's tone of voice, as well as his stance, should leave Julio in no doubt that he is not joking. "Give me one of your smokes and maybe I don't take your heart out today."

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"Yeah, that exactly." Julio hands over two cigarettes, he's not so stupid as to hand over the packet and he's also wise enough to give Viktor an extra one for later. He holds out the matches though for Viktor to take, smiling a little too brightly knwoing that it'll probably annoy him more.

"What crawled up your ass then and died eh?" He keeps his distance, knowing that if the feral wanted him dead he'd be bleeding out already.

[mad_asahatter]

Sarah is one of the ones that does the skimpy skirt thing. The problem is just how many layers and ruffles her skirt has, that and the fact that her tights are usually on under the stockings so her butt is almost always covered -it's too cold to run around half naked, really.

Either way, morning usually brought a mad dash for Sarah to make it from the middle of the base, where she watched the sunrise, to her room to get her boots on and then to the mess hall before the staff there served all the decent stuff.

Of course, running through the camp, feet wet from the dew and not exactly paying attention is exactly what barrels her into people. This time it seems to have been Julio, running into his back while looking behind her, and then promptly toppling into the slightly wet grass. "Ow, stubbed toe." And Sarah just stared at the clouds above her for a moment.

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Sarah colliding into his back means Julio drops his cigarette to the ground, he's for a moment tempted to try and salvage it, contemplating the five second rule before giving it up and turning to face whoever had run into him.

Hearing Sarah muttering Julio squats down, lifting one of Sarah's feet to rest up on his knee as he checks her toes over. "Buenos días hermosa." Seeming satisfied that her right foot is fine, Julio then checks on Sarah's left foot, wiggling each toe between his fingers before finally releasing that foot and holding his hands out for Sarah to take.

"You alright now?" He gives Sarah a quick once over, dusting damp grass from her skirt and keeping his gaze settled on her face.

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There's an exaggerated pout on her face, which gradually faded away as Julio gave her toes a little wiggle, making her smile and giggle slightly.

She'd bumped into people several times, over the course of her time there, she'd probably ran into everyone at least once -some people were just more accommodating. Like Julio.

Taking his hand, letting him haul her up to her feet, she grinned brightly, allowing him to dust the grass off her. "Fine, thanks." She just pushed her hair out of her face, "Aren't you up a little early?" Sarah is fairly sure that Julio doesn't usually rise so early.

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Julio is accustom to the oddity that is Sarah, he'd been a little bit put off of her at first. She seemed peculiar and slightly odd with her attire and mannerisms, but really she was a flirt and a good laugh. Julio found himself enjoying her company in meetings and team debates.

It is stupidly early and Julio is far from an early riser. The only time he ever sees a sunrise is when he's been out partying all night and is only just heading home now, not when he's gotten up early. With a shrug Julio glances at the sky and chews on his lower lip.

"Couldn't sleep, dreams woke me up. The type that you can't quite remember what happened in them but... well whatever. What are you doing up this early?"