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Logan Blackwood
Homeworld Command

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Rank: Civilian (GS-13)

ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Nov 22, 2013 17:57:07 GMT -5

Post by Logan Blackwood on Nov 22, 2013 17:57:07 GMT -5

1755 Hours
7th Street/New York Avenue
Downtown; Washington DC

Logan started walking, leading them towards the busy New York Avenue. They were only a short walk from the Kennedy Garden, the fountains, and the Washington Monument. Logan held most cities in contempt, hating the hustle and bustle, all the bodies, so close together. Right now, he loved the District. He loved having a particular body close to him. Azalea was lovely, and bold, and capable. He loved that about her, it made her worth it. It was generally ill-advised to conduct relationships with team members, but as Alavair and Sheppard had done so, he presumed that Homeworld had a separate set of rules to play off of. There was plenty of evidence of this, from the team composition, to the open atmosphere at using non-standard weaponry. Logan's request for a Walther wasn't a tremendous burden, he knew, but most every organization he'd worked for in the past always threw fits over budget. Homeworld never lifted an eyebrow. Also - Logan was a civilian, which meant he was not technically out of bounds here. He liked technicalities.

She hadn't pulled her hand away, which was a good sign. He was becoming fairly confident that she was similarly interested in him. It sort of boggled his mind, however. She was considerably younger than him, and could likely find a boy her age who was prettier and more interesting. Like a thunderbolt, she was inquiring. She wanted to know how interesting Logan was. The question was not a shock, in retrospect, but it still temporarily caught him off guard. He allowed himself a second to gather his thoughts, before starting off with a squeeze of her hand.

"Well, Miss Andre," he started, teasing her with formalities. It was a quirk of his, and an odd one, provided he hated people talking formally to him. "I grew up at the Monster, which is what we called Kirtland. My dad worked with the Nuclear Ordinance wing, which was based there. Hm, I was homeschooled...we moved around a lot. Did some time with the B-2's in Missouri, Alaska for about a half a year, then to Nevada, basically anywhere we have bombs. I graduated top of my class at Duke, and joined up, as it were." he paused, allowing his thoughts to be organized. It was such a broad question, that he wasn't sure if he was going in the right direction. "I was trained in pararescue in Florida, probably the most difficult time of my life, the training. It was rough." That was no joke, it rivaled what the Rangers and SEALS went through. He was proud of that, it was a true accomplishment. "Then, after I got out, spent some time in the private sector, working in Iraq, now I'm here - bought a nice home an hour or so north, so I can enjoy some quiet while I'm off assignment."

It was short and sweet, but he figured she would ask if she had anything specific she wanted to know. He hoped so at least. Ahead in the distance, he could just start to make out the Washington Monument as they turned on New York. It was one of his favorites, austere, yet powerful. If he were a monument, he would want to be that. He looked down at her, as they walked. The sidewalk was not crowded - but the thoroughfare next to them was busy with constant traffic.

He walked onward, not too fast - lest he ruin the leisure of a nice walk. "And you? De is an interesting callsign..." he trailed off - forming it into a question. Usually soldiers carried around fierce callsigns - as if they were compensating for their feelings towards war. Gator, Hawk, Snake, things like that came to mind. He had a particular liking for people who had the ability to create genuinely interesting ones. A name was just a name if it didn't fit. Logan didn't like to think of his own. He hadn't used it in so long, and he liked it that way. People often called him the Blackwood, after his time at G4S, but it was more of a nom de guerre than a callsign. Back in those days, he had a habit of turning into something of a war machine.

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Last Edit: Nov 22, 2013 17:57:49 GMT -5 by Logan Blackwood

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Azalea "De" Andre
Homeworld Command

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ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Nov 22, 2013 18:59:13 GMT -5

Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Nov 22, 2013 18:59:13 GMT -5

1756 Hours
7th Street/New York Avenue
Downtown; Washington DC

Azalea's eyes refused to stop darting around at the other passers by. The fear of getting caught by a fellow member of Homeworld was too much. The two of them had worked too hard to get into the positions they were in; Andre especially. A foster child, growing up with the world against her, getting into the air force academy by a miracle, and making it through the stargate academy; yeah there was a lot she worked for and on the plate, and yet, here she was, walking with a man that could take it all away. The question was why, and Andre didn't know how to answer that. There was a lot of interest in the man walking next to her; a lot of interest. Interest that she wouldn't mind seeing where it lead the two of them. The brunette wanted to do a mental kick in the head. Of all the guys, it had to be the one that everything could easily be taken away. Great job Az, definitely knew how to pick them. She held back a sigh, turning full attention over to Logan as he responded to the question.

Smiling at the squeeze, Azalea gave a squeeze back, listening intently. Wow, so he had moved around a lot like she had. In a different way, but still moved around quite a bit. "Alaska, that had to be cold, really cold. Hopefully you weren't there during the darkest part of the year. That would have really sucked. I would have probably gone insane, but that's cool. Definitely seen more of the states than I have." The lieutenant gave a smile back, giving his hand another squeeze, hearing the question being thrown back. There was no side stepping this one. He probably knew all about the past she had because of the file. The young woman took a small subtle breath before stepping into the question. Here it was. He would either go running for the hills and keep teammates only, or well, yeah time to see what could happen. "My past? Well, I was dropped off at an orphanage in Pennsylvania by my biological parents. At the age of five, put into the foster system, and because I learned to hate the world and adults, was tossed around from home to home till about twelve. There was two families that stuck around longer, but the one I left because I was scared, and the other couldn't take my behavior and they threw me into Valley Forge Military school. There a teacher showed interest in me, pushed me harder than I ever thought I would have been, stood by me, and put me up for a recommendation to the Air Force Academy. I was accepted, worked even harder my first year, approached by the Stargate Program, joined the Academy, and here I am." Azalea stopped, taking a small breath before continuing, especially when it came to the question about the callsign.

The lieutenant gave a small smile, remembering how exactly she was given that name. It first started off as an insult, now she couldn't picture another call name. Funny how things turn out. "Many thing it's because of my middle name, Dena, but that's far from the truth. At Valley Forge, even though I was working as hard as I could, I still pushed the rules. Back then, I hated the world and everyone in it, especially adults. I had almost zero respect for them. You can probably see how well that went over there. Everyone, some instructors too, called me Ms. Defensive, not in the nicest of ways. Eventually that got shortened to De. I use to hate, but, it's a part of me, and I'm defensive in a whole other way now. I also have kept it as a reminder of how far I've come. I refuse to be that girl again." Azalea was shocked at how much she had told Logan. All of that was definitely not meant to come out. The only two people who knew the call sign story was Destiny and Mikayla Phillips. Mikayla knew because she was there at Valley Forge with De. She wasn't one of the people that called the female that, but still knew the whole story. It had to be the fact that he was a shrink. That had to be the reason for spilling as much as she did. The brunette didn't dare think it was anything more than that, because it was. Yeah no. Don't go there. Be yellow caution tape over that part of the mind. Don't cross. Who was anyone kidding. This was Azalea Andre; known for stepping into situations that weren't the best. The mouth of almost any team because she said what needed to be said. Yup, she was going to cross it because it was in her DNA; can never leave well enough alone. The feelings and interest were there, why not go deeper right?

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ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Nov 23, 2013 14:43:48 GMT -5

Post by Logan Blackwood on Nov 23, 2013 14:43:48 GMT -5

1756 Hours
New York Avenue
Downtown; Washington DC

Logan listened intently as the younger woman rambled on. It was a little overwhelming, but not in a negative way. He enjoyed her company, for even though they both had great jobs, and were doing things that the general populace could only guess at, he liked things simple. He liked this. His mind was quiet for once. He had no worries, no fears, no concerns. It was exactly what he needed following the bust of a mission they had just returned from. Even that was a foggy gray memory in the dark corners of his mind. He didn't go searching them today, as he often would. Today he focused on his guest.

He did reserve a small amount of concern for her - however. She had been grazed by a bullet on their mission - a superficial wound for sure, but he hadn't been able to judge whether or not it would become a psychological problem. Logan had seen the effects PTSD could have on soldiers. He had avoided it for the most part. Some flashbacks every now and then, but he retained his sanity. He didn't flee to the bottle like many did. Well, not as often anyways. Logan always had a proclivity to drinking whiskey, rarely to excess - however. He tried to think of himself as a London Gentleman from years past, to his dress - which was often times a bit more modern, he preferred jeans over slacks, but still dressed up daily. It gave him the look of authority to the common people, which was useful.

Ahead, the gardens blossomed into view. Logan was always amazed at the parks in the great cities. While this one wasn't as impressive as New York's central park, It was certainly lovely, and would provide a fitting backdrop for Azalea's own loveliness. The Washington boomed over everything now, taking up it's supreme authority in the district. It was massive, awe inspiring, and clean. A thin needle of marble that rocketed above the otherwise low DC skyline. Logan pressed the button on the crosswalk, standing still in the hustle and bustle of the ever flowing city landscape.

He turned to look down at Azalea, still keeping her hand in his. It was the simplest of things, but you could tell everything about a person while holding their hand. Nerves, pulse, temperature, tightness, it was all there for those who would look. Logan had the thought that she was worried about something. He could feel her pulse racing - and it couldn't be from him alone. He reached his other hand up to her cheek, gently brushing a rogue strand of hair away, over her ear. "Don't worry about work, what we have here breaks no rules. Just don't throw a shoe at me on the job" he said with a wink. It wasn't a fabrication meant to calm her, it was the truth. While relationships within the same squad were a very gray area, as long as both people were of the same status, and kept it professional at work, it was allowed. Logan did admit that he was a little bit unsure, simply because he was civilian, and she was military, but that felt even more acceptable in his mind. She was an officer, and he was the equivalent of an officer on the general schedule. He simply could not show her any favrotisim. This would never be an issue unless Alavair retired or Logan was otherwise promoted to the team lead.

His face inched lower, as the cars drove by, as people walked this way and that. A few others had grouped up near them, waiting for the light to change. Logan, her face still cupped in his hand, slowly inched his face towards hers, tilted off at an angle just so. He fully intended to comfort her in the best way he knew how. Fate struck first as the cars slowed, a crescendo growing, until silence, as the light changed, and it was their turn to walk across the street towards the gardens.

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ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Nov 23, 2013 16:19:32 GMT -5

Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Nov 23, 2013 16:19:32 GMT -5

1757 Hours
New York Avenue
Downtown; Washington DC

To say that Azalea was comfortable with Logan was an understatement. There was never really anyone who really knew this much detail about her personal life. He knew that she loved dancing; a secret hobby that only Destiny really knew. He knew more about her past than anyone really knew. When it came to others, it was always scary. There was a wall that no one was allowed to get through or see past, and yet, Logan has some how managed to find the small crack within that wall. The more they were talking and getting to know each other, the bigger the crack was getting. It was nerve wrecking, but exciting all at the same time. She wanted him to know. She wanted him to learn all that he could so there wouldn't be any surprises. It was new to be feeling this way, but the brunette was, for the most part, okay with it. He hadn't gone running for the hills yet. He hadn't said they couldn't be doing this. He also hadn't said that she was way too young for him. Those were all positives in this mind. This was a full new playing field and one that she wasn't scared off.

Feeling Logan's hand, the young woman glanced up, mocha eyes connecting with his hazel ones. The heart started picking up speed listening to what he was saying. With a nod, Azalea bit the bottom lip, watching as his head starting leaning down. The hands started sweat as the brunette licked the lips knowing what was coming. If it wasn't for their hands being together, they would be shaking up a storm. Azalea just stood there, watching as his face came closer and closer to her own. It felt like a scene out of a movie. The way the sun was setting. How people were grouping around them. It felt like a the final scene in the movie where the guy and girl finally come back together. If there was ever a time the lieutenant wanted to freeze time, it was now. Rubbing her cheek against his hand, Azalea stood up on the tip toes, meeting him the rest of the way. The eyes closed as she pressed her lips against his own, letting go of his hand and wrapping the arms gently around his neck. The world slowly melted away, leaving it be only the two of them. The mind shut off all the worries about anyone catching up. The nerves ceased and the only thing that mattered was right here with him.

After a few seconds, Azalea slowly pulled back, keeping the arms loosely wrapped around the neck. She let the silence continue to hang between the two of them for a moment longer; not wanting to destroy it by talk. "Guess it's safe to say that the feelings are mutual." The brunette bit the bottom lip, looking down as a splash of red appeared across the cheeks once again. Now that the moment was broken, the lieutenant's mind started reeling again. She had just kissed her executive officer. Oh crap. Oh wow. If Destiny saw her now, well, thankfully Destiny couldn't, but if she could, the older sibling would be kicking her ass right about now. Though if she were to say anything, that would be the pot calling the kettle black. De was unsure of what to say now. For once, she was at a lose for words. Who knew that was the way to kill the rambling. All that the female knew was that she was enjoying this and didn't want it to end ever. It was going to be interesting trying to figure out how they act while on a mission, but they could handle that. Smiling Azalea leaned back, pressing her lips back against his for another quick kiss, not really caring about much else anymore.

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Last Edit: Nov 23, 2013 16:27:42 GMT -5 by Azalea "De" Andre

Great things do not await me, because great things do not wait, but excellence is hidden everywhere, all around me, and I will find it.

Logan Blackwood
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ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Nov 23, 2013 18:14:00 GMT -5

Post by Logan Blackwood on Nov 23, 2013 18:14:00 GMT -5

1758 Hours
Kennedy Gardens
Downtown; Washington DC

Logan had missed the feeling of soft lips against his. The entire world seemed to stop for him, standing there, head tilted down, feeling the weight of her arms around him, the soft inward curve of her back where he placed his hand. Around him, people continued about their business, walking across the crosswalk, driving by, living life. Logan and Azalea had melded into the moment, and became a fixture in history. Thoughts of anything aside from the warm wet sensation of her lips against his were miles off, leagues, galaxies away. The moment this kiss was broken, he was left with a wanting, a longing, and a temporary sadness - then, in a moments notice came her second little trademarked kiss, and it was returned to him, saving grace. He had his personal aspirations, his goals for where he wanted to go in life. Right now, each of those pieces of information had been dissected, cold, by the blade of a pair of lips. She became his goal - not in a carnal sense, but a human sense. We were made - by god, or natural occurrence - for moments as powerful and defining as that kiss.

The feeling was mutual.

As the world came back into focus, Logan realized that they had a new group of spectators, waiting once again for the light to change. It was only a moment or so later, but Logan felt like he had just traveled through eternity. As Azalea returned fully to her feet, his hand fell from her back, gently, tracing the contours of her back, sides, and around to her belly before he let the hand fall to his side. His eyes sparkled with the exuberance of a little boy on Christmas. It had been far too long for him, he had almost forgotten what real happiness was. In tradition, Logan would now expect Alavair to come speeding around the corner to throw a beer can at his head. That had never happened, but metaphorically it stood with reason. Things were notorious for getting in between him and happiness. Logan wouldn't allow that anymore. It was time for a new tradition.

The light turned, once more. This time, Logan didn't allow a life changing kiss to derail him from his destination. There would be time for that later. He took her hand in his once more, gently intertwining his fingers with hers. The feel of her hands, soft, yet strong. Warm, in the chill air. He turned, and headed across the street with her, and the rest of the people who were waiting. Logan felt as if he had an audience, and it didn't bother him in the slightest. He was not an exhibitionist, but he was not afraid, or ashamed of this. He was content.

Trees and shrubs broke the city and formed an oasis of humanity here. Paths twisted and turned, intertwined like the pair's fingers. Ahead, Logan could see a few people jogging, or walking about. It was too cold for people to be out lounging on the grass, but a few people had occupied benches. A grouping of tables hid a couple of die hard chess players, ignorant or uncaring for the chilly temperatures. It wasn't too cold for Logan, by a long shot, just right - actually.

As they walked, Logan looked down towards his companion. She was a smaller thing than he was, but it was nice. Physically they made a good pair. It worked for him. The sidewalk opened into a series of walking paths, spidering out in several different directions. Logan brought the hand up, that was holding hers, away from their bodies, pointing out. He wrapped his other arm around her as he turned to face her, pulling her in close to him.

"I suppose after that, I owe you a dance," he said, referring back to her comment about 'seeing his moves.' He took a few step to the side, guiding her gently, but with the authority that came from the dance. Carefully he stepped back a couple of steps, making sure not to trip, or pull her too fast. With a turn about, they stepped back again, and he pressed his lips to hers again. They didn't need music to dance to, they had become the music.

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ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Nov 23, 2013 19:00:18 GMT -5

Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Nov 23, 2013 19:00:18 GMT -5

1759 Hours
Kennedy Gardens
Downtown; Washington DC

Azalea had never really been on for public display of anything, especially not in the romantic sense. For many passers by, this appeared to be a couple all lovey dovey together; most likely making some puke. For this brunette, it was a milestone. If he only knew how much he was changing her in the almost the few minutes of being together. Anyone else would be passing out by now. She could almost hear Billie going what do you think you're doing?! Mikayla running down the list of reasons what this wasn't a bright idea and why it would never work. Then there was Shannon saying, go De! What was it like kissing any older man? The bright crimson color spread further across the cheeks as she buried her head into his arm thinking about it all. He most likely had no idea why. Oh if he could only read the thoughts racing in this mind. Maybe then he would be scared away.

The lieutenant remained silent as they continued on, feeling almost as if she could skip to where ever they were headed. Yeah this was definitely not like Azalea. Skipping was meant for those girlie girls that giggle, said like one too many times in a sentence, and clothes that looked like they barfed up something pink. She was not one of those girls, and yet felt as if she could do one of those random spazzy happy dances, as well as hearing Aladdin's voice breaking out in song of a whole new world. Everything right now appeared different. The brunette felt happier, lighter, more free, and herself. Thank god Logan was holding onto her because there would have been a young woman on the ground of passing out at that thought, but it was true. For the first time in well, almost ever, Azalea Andre felt herself.

The mocha eyes glanced over from the corner at the man walking on along side. He had no idea; not a clue, what was going on within her. For all she knew, this was just a one time thing for him. After this evening, he could say well that was fun, see you around at work. Something deep down said that wasn't the case, but you still never knew. This man was confident, strong, engaging, alluring, and slowly undoing all the female had worked over the years to build up. Not Issac, not Sean, not Kenith, not any of the female friends, or the older sister were able to do that. Yet in a matter almost a hour, he was able to do all of that any more. A smile crossed the face, wondering what else this man could do. Okay wow that sounded bad...really bad, but an interest thought none the less. Again another mental face palm for the forensic specialist. Not the time or place, at least right now that is.

As they walked through the gardens, Azalea let out a small shudder, pulling the shrug tighter around the shoulder's with the free hand. Small goosebumps started appearing on the exposed skin where the tank top didn't meet the tight thin sweat pants. The bumps made the part of the tattoo that showed stand out even more. It was a tattoo that wasn't really seen regularly, but one that meant the world. Up the right side was the quote, 'She's clothed in strength and dignity. She laughs without fear of the future.' It was as saying that this brunette made as a life quote. A quote that for her showed all that had been overcame in the past. Just like the phoenix, on the back of the left shoulder, was a symbol of new life both her and Destiny shared together. The lieutenant wasn't one for marking up the body unless they had meaning, and these two tattoos had deep meaning.

When Logan stopped, Azalea tilted her head up and scrunched up the face in confusion. Chuckling, she placed a hand on his shoulder, once again feeling the world around the two of them fade away. Another moment that felt like it was coming out of a movie scene. Que random background music to start up, or at least that's what would happen if this were a movie. The young woman willing followed his lead, trust him in a whole other way now. That was the thing about dancing with a partner. You had to completely trust them; trust they knew how to lead you and convey it perfectly. The reason the best dance partners make it look flawless. They can communicate without really doing much. So far, he was doing a pretty decent job. That was saying a lot coming from Azalea who, no surprise here, didn't really dance with a partner. She smiled against his lips, kissing back gently for a moment before pulling away. "Not bad Mr. Blackwood, not bad. Care to show me what else you got?" She smirked, maneuvering her feet quickly to twirl around, pressing with back against his chest. Raven hair fell in front of the face as the female tilted her head up, giving Logan a wink waiting to see his next move. This could get really interesting pretty fast.

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Last Edit: Nov 23, 2013 19:03:45 GMT -5 by Azalea "De" Andre

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ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Nov 24, 2013 0:22:30 GMT -5

Post by Logan Blackwood on Nov 24, 2013 0:22:30 GMT -5

1800 Hours
Kennedy Gardens
Downtown; Washington DC

Logan was in his own little world for the time the dance lasted. When she asked to see what else he could do, it really about stopped there. He wasn't really fluent in the hip dance trends, and didn't know much. He had learned to waltz because at one point, it seemed like a skill he would need - should he ever get married. Logan liked putting on a show, it was part of who he was. He didn't care what others thought of him, but he wanted to personally shine. Unfortunately for this situation, he left it with the waltz. You couldn't pay him to do the chacha slide, or any of that crap. He actually started a fight with a cousin when he was a teenager, over the chacha slide at a reception.

Logan stood still for a moment, enjoying the closeness of her body. He then raised his hands to her shoulders, and slowly ran them down her arms. Reaching to take her right hand in his left, he backed up from her, spinning her towards him. Effortlessly he stepped into her, and placed his hand on her back once more, pulling her in close. "Unfortunately, Miss Andre, you have reached the limits of my dancing knowledge," he said with feigned remorse. As he stepped to the side, he let go to twirl her again, catching her in his arms once more.

As the dance continued, Logan honestly wasn't sure what she had in mind. He didn't want to get arrested bumping and grinding on her in the park, a sex offender conviction wouldn't be fun to explain to the team, but Logan's face showed the grin from the thought. It had been so long since he had danced - at least 6-7 years had passed. Even then, it didn't happen much. Logan elected not to think on that any further, Madison was not part of his life anymore, not since the accident, and he did a solid job of keeping her out of his head, especially with Azalea here.

As Logan danced, he couldn't help but realize how beautiful she was, in every way. The tint of her skin, the length of her hair, the way she looked at him. That was the substantial part. How she looked at him. It was a look that made him feel like a primal force, like a being of power, pulling the universe apart, and weaving it back together in a new, wonderful way. It is hard to properly describe, but the look she gave him made everything just seem right. In a world so messed up as this, Logan couldn't think of anything more to ask for. He had a job, a house, a life - but never anything to live for - until now. Perhaps he was jumping the gun, but his gut instinct was usually not wrong.

"Feel free if you want to teach me something," he offered - nearly a whisper. His mind immediately made a dirty thought out of it, that was a bad habit of his. "Or if you can think of any other trouble we can get into tonight, I'm up for anything," he finished. While not entirely sure what he meant by that, it didn't matter. He would go anywhere with her, at that exact moment.

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ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Nov 24, 2013 1:23:55 GMT -5

Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Nov 24, 2013 1:23:55 GMT -5

1801 Hours
Kennedy Gardens
Downtown; Washington DC

Ballroom dancing was never really something Azalea had taken up. One, it meant working with a partner and that was never really one of her strong points. Two, there was never really a need for it in the dance she did. To her, ballroom dancing was something wealthy people did at those really fancy events they all went to. Either that, or for one who was about to get married. Since she was neither that wealthy or about to be engaged, there was no real need for that dancing. For right now, Logan had surpassed her and was very impressed. The skin tingled at the places his hand touched as shivers raced down the length of the spine. If he only knew things he was doing to her. No one in the past had been able to do this to her. It was still surprising he could. Maybe it was the age difference, who really knew, but she was loving every part of it.

Azalea gave his hand a squeeze before spinning gracefully back into his arm, gently resting a hand back on his shoulder. "It's definitely more than me. I must say, I am quite impressed Mr. Blackwood. Just don't let it go to your head." She gave him a small wink before leaning up and quickly placing a peck on his lips, before he spun her back out then in once more. The brunette held back a giggle resting her head on his chest, closing the eyes to capture this moment so that it could be replayed at a later time. This all seemed too good to be true. The lieutenant was waiting for the alarm to go off, or something to happen to show that this was a dream. Why else would a handsome older man like Logan be interested in her. Her being Azalea Andre. The young woman who life hated from birth and did everything to show exactly how much. He could probably get any woman he wanted, and yet he was here dancing with her of all people. The brunette was tempted to ask what was the catch; who paid you. Though at the same time, here she was, wrapped up in his arms. There was a part saying, enjoy it, you deserve it. After all the crap that life had dealt, it was time to enjoy something good going for once, especially after the last relationship that had gone south. For a quick moment, Sean's face flashed through the mind as regret surfaced, but the female quickly shoved it back down. That was the past, and this was the present, and possibly the future; a fact that excited her. Azalea wasn't too sure where all of this was ended but was interested to find out. It was a new adventure, and anyone who knew this female, knew adventure was right up her alley.

Hearing his comment, Azalea buried her face into his chest, trying to hold back a giggle. The mind slid into a place it shouldn't have gone to. Too soon. Too soon to be thinking those kind of thoughts, and yet here it was. The mind seemed to have taken a permanent residence in places like that. Thank you gutter mind. "There are many things I can teach you; just not sure this is the proper place for that." That sounded just as bad. Great job mind. She hoped he wasn't thinking in those terms like the mind was teasing at. Many people today thought dancing was basically having a sex on the dance floor. There was a difference between sexual and sensual dancing. An amazing dancer knew the difference and could show them as well.

Her head raised back up, resting smiling gently at his last comment. "Any kind of trouble?" There was teasing gleam in the mocha eyes. There wasn't any idea that came to mind, but just wanted to see exactly how far he was willing to take that. "Well, whatever we plan to do, can't be anything too fancy; seeing as I'm not entirely dressed for the occasion." Thankfully he was warm enough it was keeping her warm as well. Dance clothes really weren't the thickest of clothing. "Who says we aren't already causing trouble being like this? You say there isn't a rule we're breaking, but I'm sure it will cause some wave some where." A play smile crossed the face as she was slowly starting not to care. For the first time in a long time, she was happy and wasn't happening to give that up any time soon.

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Great things do not await me, because great things do not wait, but excellence is hidden everywhere, all around me, and I will find it.

Logan Blackwood
Homeworld Command

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Rank: Civilian (GS-13)

ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Nov 24, 2013 19:18:07 GMT -5

Post by Logan Blackwood on Nov 24, 2013 19:18:07 GMT -5

1802 Hours
Kennedy Gardens
Downtown; Washington DC

Logan was honestly surprised at how open and forward, and even brash Azalea could be, all of a sudden. It was an odd quirk, but he liked it. One minute she is nervous and chittery, the next minute she's making advances, the next minute, she's thinking about as dirty as Logan on occasion. Logan was definitely interested by how flippant and odd she was - it built to her character like crazy. He had never met a girl so genuinely interesting - and he looked forward to learning all of her little quirks. It's sort of odd, not too long ago when they met at Starbucks, he didn't give her a second thought. She seemed quiet, and he remembered her being quite nervous then as well. He definitely wouldn't predict being out with her tonight. Spectacular events are rarely planned or predicted.

It was that time when his phone blipped. He had it on silent, and the only thing that would make a noise was communication from HQ. He slipped a hand into his coat pocket, and pulled out his phone. He unlocked the screen, and tapped the messages icon. It was an email. Sender name was Ice Queen, and there was a poem. It seemed kind of odd to Logan, but he quickly chalked it up as spam, and hit delete, not even bothering to read it. Spam and junk mail was so common it wasn't even funny. Like this post in 30 seconds or.....pass this to 30 friends or....things like that annoyed Logan to the core. He was not superstitious - he wasn't even a little stitious. Conspiracy theories, religious prophets preaching end times, all of it annoyed Logan, because it stood opposite to profiles and behavioral science.

"Just spam crap" Logan said aloud, to banish any concern from Azalea. He didn't like to take his phone out in the presence of company, but he had to make sure it wasn't a work thing. He was still a little sour over the mission, and losing Azhar. He slid his phone back into his pocket, but the weather widget said it was below 50. He didn't want to see Azalea catch a cold. Taking her hand with a gentle squeeze he asked "Getting cold, wanna head to the bar, or somewhere else warm? My place is a bit outta the way," he left it open for options, as he didn't want to drag the poor girl up and into the woods, she'd probably assume he was going to rape her and ditch the body. Logan did his best not to grin at the thought. He definitely could use another drink, however, and didn't mind really where he got it.

He only hoped that she didn't think he was trying to cut anything short - he wanted to keep this night going forever. She was quite fun to be around, and Logan was grateful she was here with him. She still seemed worried about the interpersonal relationships thing. "We can go grab some beers and chill at Al's place," he added - meant as a joke. Logan didn't even know where Alavair lived.

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Last Edit: Nov 24, 2013 19:18:37 GMT -5 by Logan Blackwood

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Azalea "De" Andre
Homeworld Command

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Rank: Second Lieutenant (O-1)
Organization: United States Air Force

ORP: Chasing Miles Through the Night Nov 24, 2013 20:04:54 GMT -5

Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Nov 24, 2013 20:04:54 GMT -5

1803 Hours
Kennedy Gardens
Downtown; Washington DC

Azalea was a very interesting young woman indeed, and the most interesting thing was at this moment, there was no walls up. The young woman was being completely herself. Someone whose mind seemed to be able to switch quickly from one thing to another. When nervous, it would cause rambling. When around someone of authority, like that day at Starbucks, it caused shyness and becoming a babbling idiot. Thankfully she wasn't a clumsy person that too. Azalea Andre was very much a mystery, and even to herself at times. For an example, right now, the female was surprised to be this relaxed. Only Destiny had seen his female that relaxed because they were family; the only biological family they had left since said parents had disowned the two of them. Yes she was odd, but in her mind, it's what made her different. Too many people were predictable and were able to figure someone out in the first few minutes of meeting. The lieutenant had worked hard over the years to keep people guessing and wasn't about to stop now. It always made things more fun too.

Hearing the beep, Azalea stopped dancing, stepping back slightly, praying that he didn't have to be called in. The lieutenant waited see if her own phone would go off. Wouldn't be surprised. After the mission they just had, probably would be more questions that would come up later. The brunette was still a bit pissed at the mission. They had been played the whole time, and she had been the one that came out with a slight injury. Stupid Donaldson. Thank god he was be transferred to another team. Maybe they would be able to find use for him, though it was doubtful.

With a small nod, the forensic specialist nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind the ear, rubbing the clothed arms as the chill started settling in more. "Somewhere else warm would be nice. Maybe dinner? That is if you're hungry." Azalea was nervous going back to the bar. Having more alcohol might not be a good thing. The mind was already doing crazy stuff with the little bit that was consumed. Anymore and well, yeah she didn't really want to see what else could happen. The brunette rolled the eyes, shaking the raven locks as their hand interlocked once more. "And have another reason for Colonel Sheppard keep an eye on me and pick on me? Yeah no thanks. Think I'll pass on that one." It wasn't that the lieutenant hated the older woman. Maybe back in school there was a little dislike for how she pushed the cadets, but it was more fearful admiration; if that even made sense. The admiration came later after Destiny shared a bit about the older woman's story; not much, but enough the female knew there was more to Colonel Sheppard than meets the eye. The fear, well, with a rank like that, why not put fear in the younger ranks. Plus she was good at it. One look whipped all the cadets into shape when she was in the Academy. Was amusing now that she thought about it and was out of the Academy.

Stepping closer, Azalea leaned against Logan for both warmth and closeness. "Honestly, I'm up for anything if it means more time with you." The brunette blushed, biting the bottom lip, looking down at the ground. Hopefully it wasn't too soon to be saying things along those lines. It was too late to take it back now.

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Last Edit: Nov 25, 2013 0:11:43 GMT -5 by Azalea "De" Andre

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