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Lucas "Saint" Clark
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ORP: The Things I Didn't Say Nov 24, 2013 2:11:51 GMT -5

Post by Lucas "Saint" Clark on Nov 24, 2013 2:11:51 GMT -5

1853 Hours
Joint-Base Andrews
Camp Springs, Maryland
Lucas wasn't a man that usually did things like this. He had traveled to Maryland after finding out that Gracie's post had changed. Her file had come across his 'desk' within the past week and he found out she was joining the Stargate Program. He always made sure to read into all the personnel files of those he would be working with and the moment he saw Gracie's name his heart lept in his chest. He had been bad at getting back to her - between his training and induction into the program and the mission he had been sent on just days prior, he barely had time to eat, let alone write a letter.

But now here was he. He had traveled to Joint-Base Andrews in search of Gracie and with his security clearance it didn't take him very long to track her down. He had been told that Gracie was at one of the airfields so that was where he pulled his truck up to. He climbed out of the pick-up and pulled his leather jacket on before slipping his hands into his pockets. It had just occurred to him that he should have stopped for flowers on the way. That would have been quite corny, though, and he wasn't even sure if she liked flowers.

He quickly opened the door to his truck and he climbed back inside before starting to rustle through some things that he had. His weapon, car registration and insurance papers, a lollipop, and an air freshener. Hardly something you could give to a woman you had failed to write for three months. He was already failing this 'mission' he had put himself on. Lucas puffed his cheeks up as he climbed back out of the car and he ran a hand over his face. He had to calm himself down. As he glanced at the car that he had parked beside that he knew to be hers he looked it over. It wasn't anything over the top, it suited her.

Lucas began to twist his fingers together as he paced behind his truck. She should be coming here at any moment and he would be waiting. It just dawned on him how creepy that could be and he scrunched his face up as he groaned. What was he doing here? He was going to scare her, or make her think he was stalking her, or something of that nature. It wasn't a good idea, was it? He sighed softly and leaned against the side of his car.

Lucas had done his best to clean himself up for her. He was in a new pair of jeans and had went with a nice pair of loafers instead of his boots. He was wearing a clean-pressed, light blue dress shirt that was tucked in, he had a black leather belt on, and his leather jacket. He was clean-shaven - far from what she had seen on their last encounter -and he had even went as far as getting a haircut. He doubted it mattered much. Who would say she would even want to see him after what he did?

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Last Edit: Nov 24, 2013 17:28:03 GMT -5 by Lucas "Saint" Clark

"I fear no evil for the shadow is mine and so is the valley."

Gracie "Fae" Bridges
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ORP: The Things I Didn't Say Nov 24, 2013 19:52:44 GMT -5

Post by Gracie "Fae" Bridges on Nov 24, 2013 19:52:44 GMT -5

1900 Hours
Joint-Base Andrews
Camp Springs, Maryland

Gracie looked down at her lap, and clicked on the mobile she had resting there. It was your standard iPhone, with a pink and blue case. It kept it safe when she dropped it, almost daily. After being transferred here, with nothing to do, she took to coming out to the airfield - watching the planes take off and land. The mechanics hustling around to repair this, or repair that. She even got to watch a new Ford Mustang fly down the runway to chase in a landing U2 spyplane. That was definitely something to watch. A jet so old, and yet so vital to our national security - they couldn't retire it. It was ironic, seeing as the US Government had access to the Odyssey. Her mind was still reeling about the chance she had been given. She would be flying space-fighters. Or learning to fly them, more appropriately. It didn't bother her that much, however - as this was the opportunity of a life time.

It was approaching dusk, however, and the planes would stop coming in for the most part. They did night ops occasionally, but it did no good to watch that. Perhaps she would take a trip into Washington for supper. She liked to get out as much as possible. She wasn't expected to do anything. They had dropped her in a 2 bedroom house on base, and pretty much left it at 'dont mess it up, and stay ready' - apparently the Odyssey was resupplying, and transferring new members on board next week. She was both nervous and excited to be a part of the cutting edge. It was also a bit annoying, as the upgraded security clearance meant she couldn't tell her parents about this.

She slid her phone into her pocket, and stood up. She wasn't wearing anything fancy - a pair of gray "pink" brand sweats, and a form fitting novelty t-shirt featuring the words 'aperture science.' Not that it really gave anything away - her small chest didn't stand out in a crowd. Her bright blue and lime green nike's sort of clashed with her outfit, but she didn't care. She wasn't dressed to impress anyone. She started around the side of the hanger, headed towards her car. The day was just a little chilly, but she had a jacket in the car. Her car wasn't particularly special either - a dark blue Hyundai Tiburon. It was fast, and somewhat sporty - and she loved it. She never had a chance to drive in Iraq.

She tried her best not to think of Iraq. It was a depressing time in her life. She had been involved in a helicopter crash that had killed 2 people. She had escaped with Lucas Clark and another soldier, and survived until rescued. It stung to even think about Lucas. She had such strong feelings for him, and he for her - and then he freaking vanished. Stopped answering calls, stopped returning letters, just poof. She had no idea that he had been conscripted into the same department as her.

As she rounded the back of the large hanger, she noticed the truck first, parked next to her car. She hadn't seen anyone out front of the hanger, and she knew it was empty. Who was this? Then she saw who stood beside the truck. Her jaw dropped, and her eyes filled with tears. She dropped the water bottle she had been carrying, and bolted across the concrete towards Lucas, hair flying wild in the breeze. As she made it to him, she allowed no time for him to say anything, She bounded her tiny form into a jump, wrapping her arms tight around him in a hug like no other.

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ORP: The Things I Didn't Say Nov 24, 2013 20:12:05 GMT -5

Post by Lucas "Saint" Clark on Nov 24, 2013 20:12:05 GMT -5

1904 Hours
Joint-Base Andrews
Camp Springs, Maryland
Waiting for Gracie was killing him. His mind was reeling with thoughts and a few times he had climbed into his truck and started it up, ready to leave, but then decided against it. The last thing he wanted to do was to freak her out, but he wanted - no, he needed - to see her. Never before in his life had someone taken such a hold on his heart like she had. He was ready to sacrifice everything he was for her and he didn't understand why, not yet. His hands were growing sweaty with anticipation as he paced outside of his truck. The minutes seemed like hours and he was growing more anxious with every passing second.

He didn't see Gracie approaching him. The sound of her footsteps was what brought his attention from his hands and he looked up just in time to see her charging towards him. A wide smile broke out across his face and he lifted her up off the ground when she made contact. His arms wrapped tight around her petite frame and he pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. No words were needed right now. This was more than enough for them. Feeling her close to him again made his heart leap in his chest and he held onto her tightly, almost afraid that she was going to leave him again.

After a few minutes passed Lucas lowered Gracie down to the ground and he gave her a crooked smile as his hands found either side of her face. His fingers brushed her hair away from her mouth and eyes and his baby blue eyes lifted to meet her gaze. "I know that me coming here, tracking you down, is probably creepy, and I didn't realize that until I was already here. Then I thought about leaving but I realized that I couldn't do that. I needed to see you. You have every right to be pissed off at me for dropping contact like that - so I understand if you don't want to see me but -" He smiled a little and dropped his hands before reaching into his truck to grab a small stack of letters and he held them up.

"I did write you. Almost every day. But then I realized that everything I was writing you was classified so I couldn't send the letters. I didn't know until a couple of days ago that you got selected for the same program that I did so I could have sent these." He puffed his cheeks up. He was rambling. He had to stop. Lucas took in a breath and placed the letters back down in his car before running his hands over his face. "Let's try this again," He started, his hands reaching out to grab hers. "Hey, Flygirl. Long time no see." There. He did it. Smoother. A little bit at least. He was hoping she'd forget the trip of his tongue that brought on his rambling spell. Why was she making him so nervous?

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Last Edit: Nov 25, 2013 1:15:28 GMT -5 by Lucas "Saint" Clark

"I fear no evil for the shadow is mine and so is the valley."

Gracie "Fae" Bridges
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ORP: The Things I Didn't Say Nov 25, 2013 14:06:36 GMT -5

Post by Gracie "Fae" Bridges on Nov 25, 2013 14:06:36 GMT -5

1904 Hours
Joint-Base Andrews
Camp Springs, Maryland

"I was mad at you, when I saw you standing there - " she started, eyes not breaking contact for a second. "But it couldn't last, don't worry about it Lucas" she finished, while her heart fluttered and her stomach unknotted itself for the first time in months. It was an amazing feeling, to be in his presence again. He was more clean shaven than the last time she'd seen him - and had appeared to have dressed up for her. She mentally frowned as she called to mind what she was wearing herself, she definitely didn't fit the dress code. She was kicking herself for the lack of foresight, but in truth, how could she have known he would ever find her?

The letters he presented to her were superficial. She didn't even pay them any real attention. While she was romantically interested in Lucas - even after everything - she was not the type to swoon and huff over letters, pulling them out at night and reading them before bed, only to go out to the pier every morning and wait for him to return. That wasn't Graceful. None of that mattered now, her mind was in overload. He was working for the same department as her? The odds of that were astronomical. The facts and figures danced before her eyes, and she shrugged it off - unable to make sense of it. She didn't care.

Lucas's demeanor changed - and he was back to his more confident self. That felt better. She appreciated the thought of him pining over her, it made her feel desirable, and wanted. She took all of him in, in that moment. His hair, eyes, clothes, all clean and without dirt or blood. It was an odd thing, she had often wondered what seeing him again would be like. The first time - she was suffering from a concussion, and exhausted. Seeing him now, standing before her like a wonderful mirage, he was even more beautiful than she remembered. The jacket, too - it worked for him. She wasn't traditionally a fan of leather, but it spoke of his personality wonderfully.

She took his hand in both of hers, muscle memory flashing back to her in a flurry - of a cold night in the desert, everything was sore, Sadness and Joy had never blended together in such a way as that night. Her scars had long sense healed, the cut on her head, nothing more than a faint afterthought, only visible if you really looked. Her wrists, once torn and raw from nylon straps, smooth as the day she was born. The sweat, blood, sand and tears were all gone, and she was left with this. She looked up to Lucas, in a way she had never imagined she could. His return of confidence brought back hers, and she poured it out to him in a simple string of words.

"It's all in the past, and besides - you were about to ask me to dinner," she said deviously.

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ORP: The Things I Didn't Say Nov 25, 2013 14:49:16 GMT -5

Post by Lucas "Saint" Clark on Nov 25, 2013 14:49:16 GMT -5

1905 Hours
Joint-Base Andrews
Camp Springs, Maryland
In truth, he didn't deserve forgiveness, in his eyes, at least. He could have found time to rewrite letters but he didn't. That didn't matter now though - all that mattered was that he was here with her now and nothing was going to change that. They could talk of the war, of the new assignment, anything. He just wanted to hear her voice. She had a hold on his heart like none other and it was an odd yet wonderful sensation. The way she looked at him made his heart leap in his chest and when their hands touched again he knew that he had made the right decision with coming.

Now that his confidence was back it was a lot easier to talk to her. Seeing that she wasn't mad was a weight lifted off his shoulders and he smiled down at the young woman. She had grown more beautiful over the past few months and he could actually see her in real light instead of the darkness that they had met. She was cleaner - no dirt or blood to be found and he couldn't even make out the faint mark on her forehead from where she had been hurt. She looked great and he was glad that she had bounced back so quickly.

"Oh, is that so? Maybe I just drove all this way to say hi then I was planning on leaving again." He teased as he draped his arm over her shoulder and pulled her closer to him. He walked around his truck with her before pulling open the passenger door. He doubted there would be any fuss about her leaving her car where it was - but if she protested then he'd happily follow behind her to her home to drop it off. Lucas turned to face her this time and he smiled as he tilted his head to the side. "I can't say I know of any great places here but if you're up for a bit of a drive I can take you somewhere in Arlington or D.C."

He had originally had plans to take them to a nice restaurant but for some reason he knew that wasn't needed. This was the woman he had met when he was covered with blood, muck, and grime. They could have fun anywhere. He stood there in thought for a moment before grinning. "How about we pick up some food on the way to my place then we can chill out there for the evening? I rather not have to share you with the world for longer than I have to. Not to mention there's a lot we could talk about that prying ears don't have the clearance to hear."

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"I fear no evil for the shadow is mine and so is the valley."

Gracie "Fae" Bridges
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ORP: The Things I Didn't Say Nov 25, 2013 19:53:28 GMT -5

Post by Gracie "Fae" Bridges on Nov 25, 2013 19:53:28 GMT -5

1905 Hours
Joint-Base Andrews
Camp Springs, Maryland

She smiled as he ran off a list of possibilities. She didn't really care where they went, she just wanted to spend time with him, to learn what he had been doing - and how he was. So much could change in these past few months. Perhaps he had a girlfriend? No, she thought, he made his way all the way out here just to find her. He was still her soldier. Her heart and mind was racing, thinking of all the things she could talk about with him, she had loads of questions about the stargate program. She knew next-to-nothing so far, She was simply 'awaiting orders' at this point, and it was driving her nuts.

"Whoa, Mr. Grey - can't share me with others, hm?" she teased gently. He likely didn't get the reference. Why the hell did she get the reference, for that matter? I suppose curiosity often times does in-deed kill the metaphoric cat. "but that sounds like a plan, I wouldn't mind a night in over pizza" she said - somewhat brazenly. she still wasn't exactly sure what to expect from this night. Her mind raced harder and faster than before. Should she drive herself, should she get a change of clothes, should she tell someone where she was going? She decided on the simpler, riskier side of things - why not? She had survived the desert, how hard could spending time with a boy be?

"Let me grab my stuff real quick," she said, rushing over to her car, and yanking open the passenger side door, to grab her purse from the seat. It had her phone, wallet, and a spare charger - pretty much everything she could need. She pulled her keys out of the purse, and clicked the fob to lock the door. She had her permit up in the window, and thus could stay parked here as long as needed - the hanger wasn't in use anyways. She oddly left her car unlocked while she was out watching the jets go about their day. It was a remnant of her home life, where nothing was locked - ever.

She threw her purse over her shoulder, it was heavier than you might expect, because of the Smith and Wesson .38 she kept in there. It was horribly bad to be caught with a personal weapon on base, but her assignment with this program allowed her to carry a side-arm at all times, so she chose the relatively small frame revolver. The purse she wore was nothing over-the-top, just a horribly out-of-date Gucci she got as a graduation gift from college. She often times dressed girly, but the amount of time she spent off base was strikingly small, so she never had the need to buy a purse for each outfit, like some of the other girls on base did.

Back at Lucas's side, she smiled at him. "this way I won't be underdressed," she said with a grin. "lets get going!" she added with enthusiasm, heading for the passenger side of his truck.

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Last Edit: Nov 25, 2013 19:54:30 GMT -5 by Gracie "Fae" Bridges

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ORP: The Things I Didn't Say Nov 25, 2013 20:11:17 GMT -5

Post by Lucas "Saint" Clark on Nov 25, 2013 20:11:17 GMT -5

1906 Hours
Joint-Base Andrews
Camp Springs, Maryland
He quirked his head to the side at her comment. Mr. Grey? He didn't get it and he stared at her for a moment as he tried to figure it out but then ended up shrugging it off anyway. He figured that he probably didn't know what it referred to anyway. Girls and their books, movies, and shows were something that he never truly understood to begin with so he figured that she must have gotten it from something like that. There was a reason why he had started to like Gracie and now it was even more obvious. She wasn't high-maintenance as far as he could tell, and the fact that she was all for pizza in his apartment was something that made him realize that he really did pick the right woman for once. "I know the best pizza place in the area."

As he waited for her to get her things from her car, Lucas leaned into the passenger side of the car and picked up the papers that were sitting on it - namely a small pack that he had taken from his glovebox and he placed it back inside of it. His weapon sat on top. A SIG P228 (M11) that he had gotten to carry in his vehicle with him at all times. He was a gun nut and he had as many as he could - but this one was ranked among his favorites. After securing everything back into his glovebox he closed it up before taking a step back so that she could climb into the seat.

Once Gracie was inside his pickup, Lucas closed the door and walked around to climb into his side. He pulled off his leather jacket and tossed it in the 'cabin' of his pickup before climbing inside. He unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt and rolled them up to his elbows then pulled his keys from his pocket to start the truck up. It came alive with a rumble and he reached out to turn the radio down when Solider by Gavin DeGraw blared through his speakers. His hand found the shifter and after shifting into reverse his foot pressed down on the pedal as he turned the wheel all the way to pull out. Once they were out of the parking spot he shifted into drive and he tugged his seatbelt on as his hand glided over the wheel to turn them in the direction they needed to go.

"You've gotta tell me about how the past few months have been for you. What's all been going on?" Lucas inquired, his right hand reaching over to find hers. He wanted to know all about the cards life had dealt her over the past few months and he wanted to know about her new life.

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"I fear no evil for the shadow is mine and so is the valley."

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ORP: The Things I Didn't Say Nov 27, 2013 1:04:59 GMT -5

Post by Gracie "Fae" Bridges on Nov 27, 2013 1:04:59 GMT -5

1906 Hours
Joint-Base Andrews
Camp Springs, Maryland

Lucas's hand met Gracie's, and it was like everything in her world was right again. Nothing mattered, it was better now. These were some of the most unusual feelings she had ever had in her life - she had never felt such feelings for a boy - and it was honestly mind blowing. However uncomfortable or odd the feelings were, she felt amazing as the truck pulled through the base. The truck was an interesting twist. She figured Lucas to be one for a sporty little car, something like hers - but a little nicer. Boys had a way of showing off with cars. She didn't mind it - though, it made her feel more at home, considering the state bird of her native Missouri is the pickup truck.

"Well, after I received my clear from the medical folks, I was reassigned to Bagram in Afghanistan, doing copilot junk - something about liabilities and insurance. That was really not working for me, and I probably would have rotated out and not picked up another 4 years when my time was up - I'm kind of meant to fly. Then some folks came to talk to me about Jets. Without knowing much, I volunteered, and now I'm waiting to transfer up to a space ship. Apparently that's a real thing." she said, remembering how silly it sounded to her at first. She was excited to have the opportunity, but really wasn't sure why they had selected her for the training. Surely there were qualified pilots already, flying Raptors and Eagles. "but I'm not going to get to fly them for a while either, training and such -" she added.

At the gate, she passed her ID to Lucas, and by extension, the guard. She then quickly stashed it back in her wallet, and into her purse it went.

"I'm still a little freaked out by the whole stargate and aliens, and spaceship thing - to be honest. I mean, one day you're living a normal life, the next - you realize you have in fact not been living a normal life. What have YOU been up to, mister?" she asked. She left out the part about sitting around here, bored out of her mind - watching planes fly around. She presumed he saw her doing just that recently. She had so many questions that would probably remain unanswered until the last minute - she wasn't sure how they would get her to the Odyssey, or how gravity worked in space, about free time, anything specific she couldn't bring - at the very least, she was nervous. She knew astronauts trained for years - she hadn't even trained.

It also meant that her and Lucas would be apart again. She didn't mention it - not right at that moment. Thankfully they would more than likely be allowed to stay in touch now - assigned to the same department, with the same security level. The Government's ability to be secretive was really quite the annoying thing. Especially how quickly rumors spread among soldiers. She squeezed Lucas's hand as the truck rolled along.

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ORP: The Things I Didn't Say Nov 27, 2013 3:00:14 GMT -5

Post by Lucas "Saint" Clark on Nov 27, 2013 3:00:14 GMT -5

1907 Hours
En-route to Lucas's Apartment
Camp Springs, Maryland
Lucas was enjoying the sensation of holding Gracie's hand in his. There was no fabric separating them like there had been for some time in Iraq, and her hands were softer, free of dirt, grime, and blood. His hands were still calloused and worn down, but at least they were clean. He enjoyed the closeness he felt to her, and he was starting to grow rather fond of the flygirl. Most women lost his attention after a few days and he found their incessant rambling and talking about meaningless day-to-day life and work boring, but when it came to Gracie he found himself hanging on to every word that left her lips.

Getting out of the base was rather easy. Once their ID's were checked at the gate and they were waved through Lucas pulled onto the main road. It would take them to the highway, and then effectively to his apartment, leaving them alone for the rest of the evening. It wasn't that long of a trip - maybe thirty minutes tops without traffic. As Gracie spoke of her life since they last spoke he found himself smiling as he brushed his thumb over the back of her hand. When he glanced over at her Lucas didn't miss the sparkle in her eyes when she spoke of flying and it made him smile even more. He loved hearing her speak about something she was passionate about.

"It's like a regular ole Sci-Fi movie, isn't it?" He was still amazed by the whole Stargate Program and suddenly very, very happy that he had decided to accept the invitation to the program. It was beyond his wildest dreams and he honestly couldn't wait until the day he got to see the space ships or step through the magical portal to other worlds.

"I was inducted into the same program - Stargate Homeworld - and goddamn, it's amazing. I'm on a ground team and I had to go through some extra training but we had our first mission a few days ago. We got into a pickle but we all made it out alive - so I guess that's a plus." He shrugged his shoulders up and steered with his knee as he brushed his hand back through his hair and then returned it to the wheel.

"Our TL is this retired former Royal Marine and I thought he was pretty damn scary until I met his wife..." He laughed. "She knows like, eight different forms of Martial Arts. She's a flygirl, like you, or, former flygirl. She's been with the Stargate Program since the very beginning and was part of some fight over Antartica. She spent time in the Pegasus Galaxy and the Delian Galaxy and all this shit. She kicked my ass when I challenged her to a fight. Then I watched her husband kick her ass and ... let's just say that I learned my lesson. You don't f**k with Leah or Sheppard."

At this point Lucas didn't even care that he was rambling. The entire program made him excited. More excited than a kid in candy store.

"Then there's Blackwood. He's former Air Force, like you, but he's a behavioral therapist or something now. I don't really like him all that much. I respect him but I just hate the thought of someone psychoanalyzing me all the time." He paused for a beat. "Azalea is on the team too, she's the forensic specialist. Air Force, like Logan, but she's our age, maybe a year younger than me. She's a little spazzy." Lucas laughed softly. "She went off on this guy on our team that was pretty much dead weight, and the other girl is Alex, she's Air Force and uh...technical specialist? She's quiet, my age. I don't know much about her."

"All-in-all we have a pretty solid team. I think things are gonna go well from here on out."

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"I fear no evil for the shadow is mine and so is the valley."

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ORP: The Things I Didn't Say Nov 27, 2013 16:00:41 GMT -5

Post by Gracie "Fae" Bridges on Nov 27, 2013 16:00:41 GMT -5

1910 Hours
En-route to Lucas's Apartment
Maryland

Gracie absorbed everything Lucas had to tell her. It wasn't like she would be on his team, but every bit of information about this program would be invaluable to her. She was surprised that a fire-team had a behavioral specialist on board, All in all, most of the ground teams she had worked with had been similar to Lucas's old one, soldiers, en masse. Nobody really had a specialization, aside from pulling triggers. She wondered what that meant for her own team, maybe they all represented a specific skillset. It really didn't add up, however, as Gracie's only particular skill was flying.

"That's an odd team makeup, with specialists and civilians and all," she said. "not much combat?" it didn't really make sense, she had never seen a combat-ready team with civilian attaches - at least, not to her knowledge. It ws hard to tell, to be honest, because camo and a rifle could disguise about anyone. Especially in a warzone like the middle-east.

She wasn't particularly interested, simply making small talk as they made their way towards the city. This had been Grace's second outing since being assigned here - she didn't have any friends, so she never really went out clubbing or anything, and bars weren't really her scene. The one time she got out, she just went to the nearest mall, and stocked up on some every-day items she had been deprived of in Iraq and Afghanistan. Things like nicer clothes, good toilet paper, makeup, you know. She had been something of a ghost on base, people never stopped to ask questions of her, Perhaps they knew the truth, that she wouldn't be around long - the life of the constantly moving serviceman was interesting, at the least.

She was looking forward to a good slice of pizza. She wasn't sure what the Washington style was, but she presumed it was something similar to the New York style. She didn't mind, coming from Missouri, she grew up eating pizza of all types. While St. Louis style pizza was traditionally thin crusted, deep dish from Chicago, and artisan flatbread pizza's had crept in.

She smiled as the thoughts of warm saucy pizza spun in her head. She found herself talking again, rambling on about nothing. "I guess I'm switching up Helicopters for Jets. Or . Space Jets. Space Ships? I dunno. Something more expensive and easier to crash," she joked. Partially, at least. She was surprised that the military would let her in another vehicle. Especially some fancy space vehicle. She figured that she'd be swept aside and ignored for the rest of her career, but apparently the people in charge of Stargate saw something in her, that even she didn't see.

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Farrah Byrne: gonna ACTUALLY do the final graphics this weekend >< sorry this has been taking me so long Apr 16, 2015 17:34:55 GMT -5

Renee: Ehhh, did my edits. Would like to RP soon please <3 Apr 27, 2015 1:02:17 GMT -5

Farrah Byrne: [crawls back in] I THINK I have life balanced. finally. Apr 29, 2015 18:54:58 GMT -5

Farrah Byrne: [spoons site] Apr 29, 2015 18:55:00 GMT -5

Elizabeth "Beth" Houghton: Sorry about my post. I'm so rusty. Need a nice sig too May 2, 2015 16:55:18 GMT -5

Adam "Sly" Collier: Hello, my people! Sept 3, 2023 15:00:52 GMT -5

Cara Coyle: *peek* Sept 3, 2023 19:59:05 GMT -5

Katrina Logan: *fights the urge to sign back up* lol Oct 26, 2023 9:18:29 GMT -5