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Azalea "De" Andre
Homeworld Command

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

ORP: New Places, New Faces Oct 22, 2013 18:55:28 GMT -5

Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Oct 22, 2013 18:55:28 GMT -5

1725
Arlington, Virginia
Apartment Complex

When did I become such a hoarder? Note to self; next time I move; focusing on down sizing even more Azalea Andre thought, haling another box up the seeming to never ending flight of stairs. It baffled her mind how one could have so much stuff after moving around to various places for the past few years. It was still settling in that this apartment was going to be home for however long now. This city, this branch of the stargate program, it was all permanent. There was no more training have to be done. There was no more schooling needing to get through. This was it. It was time to use everything that she had been studying, and or, training for to use. Whenever those thoughts started coursing through the mind, panic and fear crept its way in. It was like those two were able to find the self doubt that lingered in the back of the mind. Self doubt that this female refused to let have foothold. Self doubt that she learned to overcome in all those years, but still trying to rear its head. If only the teachers back at Valley Force could see her now. A smirk crossed the raven haired woman's face thinking about it. Jaws would drop. Eyes would enlarge. Thoughts like those made stirred up a bit of bitterness at the fact nothing about the stargate program could ever get out. The reason for the homeworld branch starting up. It was time to show all those alien freaks that earth really wasn't theirs to capture.

While grasping the box tightly, Azalea reached out with the other, grabbing the door knob with a twist, opening the bare room. The box dropped with an echoing thud while a little clink came behind it. "Oh sorry Dobby!" she called out, turning towards one of the few pieces of furniture in the room. A small side table with a small circular wire cage sitting on top of it. Inside contained a colorful shell, green with a silver S painted on it, and a creature slowly crawling back out. Not knowing how much time she would truly spend at home, Azalea didn't want to waste money on a pet like a dog or a cat; the reason for the hermit crab. There was a thought of buying a fish, but a fish was too boring, and usually died too easily. At least with a hermit crab, there was some sort of interest with it. Surprisingly enough, this one has somewhat of a personality to it; as much as hermit crabs could. There was at least another living thing in the building with her. It might not spring up in defense, but hey, it was something. The female Lieutenant was already counting how many days it would last. Apparently, Serenity's only lasted about three weeks, but that was because the little girl kept dropping it out of fear. So far it lasted a week; it was a start for Azalea who wasn't the best at remembering to feed animals, but in her defense, they were just fish.

Glancing around the room, Azalea let out a sigh, heading for the kitchen. "Moving really does take a lot out of you Dobby. At least now everything is inside! All that's left to do is...make it look like a home." She opened the fridge door, pulling out one of the few substances of food that was in there; beer. Couldn't really have any kind of home without some sort of liquor in it. Twisting off the cap, the young woman tossed it into the sink, listening to the clinging metal. She leaned back, glancing around at the mess. Decorating, arranging a home really wasn't her thing. That was more Destiny's forte, or Pinkie's aka Billie from the Academy; one of her best friends from that academy. Years later, the two still managed to keep in contact. A twinge of sadness ached in her heart, thinking about being on a team without Billie by her side. This would be the first team since the academy that those cadets wouldn't be there. Now that was going to be weird. It still felt different being away from the academy; a place that had been home for many years, and now it was time for a new home and team for that matter. "Change really sucks." muttered pushing off from the sink heading back for a small living room. "Alright Dobby, lets make this place....livable, especially if we might have a roommate. Yeah I know I know, but this city isn't cheap; can use all the help I can get affording this place. Now...where to put this." Gathering evidence, studying data, figuring out what happened at a crime scene were all things that Azalea could do easily; putting together a home? Let's just say, would probably take longer than the first assignment she gets put on.

< Tag: lucas >

Last Edit: Nov 12, 2013 20:44:27 GMT -5 by Sean "Mantis" Connolly

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.

Lucas "Saint" Clark
Homeworld Command

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Rank: First Lieutenant (O-2)
Organization: United States Army

ORP: New Places, New Faces Oct 22, 2013 19:14:23 GMT -5

Post by Lucas "Saint" Clark on Oct 22, 2013 19:14:23 GMT -5

Arlington, Virgina
Apartment Complex
Lucas wasn’t the type of man to sleep around, but the night previously, he had taken a woman home with him and the situation escalated, as it usually did, when two people were drunk. He had been able to sneak out earlier in the day while the woman was still sleeping. He had a meeting at the Pentagon to attend, and Lucas figured that by the time he would arrive home later that evening, she would be gone. As he jogged up the stairs to his apartment, Lucas pulled his cover off and tucked it under his arm. He was dressed in his ACU’s and he was clean-shaven (for once). As he slid the key into his door, a sound of a woman talking, coming from the other side of the door reached his ears and a curse left his lips. Of course he wouldn’t be lucky. His hope that the girl was gone was quickly shattered and he ran his fingers back through his hair before quickly glancing around. He could hear steps coming towards his door and when he spotted the door across the hall from his apartment slightly ajar, he moved towards it, successfully ducking into the other apartment complex moments before the door to his apartment opened.

“No, no one’s here. I could’ve sworn someone was trying to get inside.” He could hear the woman talking, more than likely on the phone and he ran a hand over his face. This wasn’t good. How was he supposed to get some woman – who at this point was starting to seem like a crazy lady – out of his apartment so he could relax for the evening? Better yet, how was he supposed to make sure that she didn’t show back up on another day? He was silently cursing himself for even being in this position, he knew his mother would be shaking her head if she knew what was going on at the moment, but he hoped that she wouldn’t. Lucas pulled his phone from his pocket and glanced down at the time. 1725. The woman had spent the entire day at his place – what on Earth could she have spent her day doing? He was confused, perplexed even, but his thoughts of her quickly vanished when he heard a voice coming from inside the apartment he was in. “Oh.” He thought to himself, he was in someone else’s home. How as he going to explain this?

He turned his back to the door this time and when the woman walked into the living room, Lucas offered a friendly wave and smile in her direction. “I know this looks bad.” Were the first words out of his mouth and he puffed his cheeks up, trying to figure out how he could even cover his ass. That’s when he realized that there was no point and he may as well tell her the truth. “I could say that I saw the door open and popped in to welcome you to the building, but for all I know, you’ve lived here for years. Instead, telling you the truth seems to be the better option-“ He paused as he turned his head to glance out the peephole, letting out a sigh of relief when the girl at his apartment went back inside. “I brought this chick home last night and when I left this morning, she was still there. I thought she’d be gone by now but she isn’t and I prefer to avoid her if at all possible. Hence the reason I’m here. Your door was open and I slipped inside.” There. Who said a man couldn’t be completely honest?
< Tag: Azalea >

Last Edit: Oct 23, 2013 0:36:33 GMT -5 by Lucas "Saint" Clark

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

Azalea "De" Andre
Homeworld Command

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

ORP: New Places, New Faces Oct 25, 2013 23:35:08 GMT -5

Post by Azalea "De" Andre on Oct 25, 2013 23:35:08 GMT -5

Arlington Virginia
Apartment Complex

You would think after being in the military, Azalea would know when there was another presence near by. All that training, the senses would kick in, or would always be on high alert. After all, it was in her DNA right? Well think again. Maybe it was because after always being on 'high alert', the young woman liked to shut that part of the body down. Either that or the A.D.D was getting the best of her. Either way, the lieutenant had no idea there was another person in the room. The reason there was a little squeal and dropping of the picture frame she was holding. Glass shattered everywhere as it took some time for the words that man was saying to register. Slowly the female nodded, heading over the door and glancing out the peep hole. "I can see why. Let me guess. Met her at a bar, there was a little too much drinking going on and it clouded your better judgement?" A small grin crossed over the face as Andre took a step back, really taking in the male that was there. Military male. Nice. Okay yes, so she was happily taken by the love of her life Sean Connolly, but that didn't mean looking wasn't allowed. It was touching that would get you into trouble. Well that and the thoughts that could follow, but neither of those were even tempting to enter. Azalea was more than happy with Sean and that's how it was going to stay. It was just then an idea surface. It was crazy, but just might work to get man's apartment back. "Help yourself to a beer in the fridge. The only thing I really have to offer right now. I'll be right back." The young woman walked down the hall and disappeared into the back room, not even caring she was leaving a stranger still in the house.

Reappearing a few minutes later, Azalea walked down the hall not looking as if she had been working at putting an apartment together all afternoon. Dressed in tight jeans, the noirette slipped on the blue blouse that really clung just right, showing up those slender curves of hers, and slipped into the only pair of heels she owned. The raven hair was brushed out. Light amount of makeup was applied, and it was just enough to make any male head turn. A purse was draped over the shoulder as the female grabbed the keys from the table Dobby was on. "Follow my lead," whispered to the young man, opening the door and headed across the hall. After taking a small breath, Azalea banged on the new neighbor's door, letting out a shout. "Where are you slut?! I know you're in there! You can't hide from me!" The door slowly opened as the other female looked at Azalea confused. The young woman stored in, turned on her heel with arms crossed, fuming. "So YOU'RE the whore he's been cheating on me with! I was only gone the weekend and you couldn't control your sexual urges that long?! AND she's in the shirt I bought you for your birthday! Really?! You know how that much cost?! How could you do this to me! I want her out! OUT!" Azalea stormed down the hall to the room assuming to be the guy's, grabbing the girl's clothes, chucking them down the hall. "Take your rags with you! OUT!" The girl stared as if Azalea had two heads. "You think I'm kidding?! FINE! I'll call the police! Let them deal with you and your stench!" Slipping a hand into the purse, Andre pulled out the cell phone, pretending to call. That was all it took. The girl ripped of the guy's shirt, grabbed her own clothes and raced out. "Don't you EVER let me catch you with him again or I will kill you myself! And you! I thought what we had was special?!"

As soon as the door to the outside world slammed shut, Azalea took a breath, walking back across the hall. "Azalea Andre by the way! I guess I should be introducing myself since what we have is 'special'?" She smirked tossing the purse onto the table beside Dobby and kicked off the heels. Heading into the kitchen, the young woman grabbed the beer from before, figuring the male would want to change out of the uniform. She knew what it was like to want to get into more comfortable clothes. Walking back to the door, the noirette leaned against it taking a small sip. "I don't think you'll be seeing that one again, but if you do let me know. I can really cause an even bigger scene." Giving a wink, Andre disappeared back inside, letting the guy take it from here. What a way to meet the neighbors; creating a big scene. Sean would get a kick out of this. First starbucks and now here; what a roll she was on for making introductions.

< tag: Lucas "Saint" Clark >

Last Edit: Oct 25, 2013 23:42:36 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.

Lucas "Saint" Clark
Homeworld Command

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Rank: First Lieutenant (O-2)
Organization: United States Army

ORP: New Places, New Faces Oct 26, 2013 3:57:21 GMT -5

Post by Lucas "Saint" Clark on Oct 26, 2013 3:57:21 GMT -5

Arlington, Virgina
Apartment Complex
How accurate the woman in front of him was surprising to the Lieutenant. ”Am I that easy to read?” He knew he wasn’t. While he was a rather cocky individual who came off as full of himself, he had a good heart who could tone it down when he had to. He stood up a little straighter, his hands falling to rest behind his back as he naturally fell into the ‘at ease’ position. He was a trained soldier and even when he was off-duty as he was at the moment, he couldn’t shake some of the doctrine that had been engraved in his mind. The woman that stood in front of him was cute, but she didn’t seem like his type – too “bouncy”. He wasn’t used to putting up with women that had the same sort of personality. ”O…k?” Lucas scrunched his face up a little, not quite sure what the woman was doing but he decided to go with it and do as she said.

He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge before twisting a cap off. He lifted the bottle to his lips and took a sip from it. His eyes closed as the cool liquid ran down the back of his throat and he leaned back against the counter top. There was something about the woman he couldn’t shake. He had seen her face before and the more he thought about it, the sooner it clicked in his mind. Azalea. He had seen her file this afternoon. In fact, he had a copy of her file sitting in his bag. She was part of the same program he had been recruited to. He didn’t think that she recognized him – that or she hadn’t seen his file yet. This could prove to be interesting. As the man rolled his shoulders so his back would crack. He was tired, he needed to sleep, but he couldn’t because of the ~~intruder~~ woman in his apartment.

When Azalea came back out and spoke to him, Lucas just nodded his head. Whatever she wanted he’d do, as long as it’d get the woman away from his home. He placed his beer down on the counter, pushed himself away from it, and followed behind the brunette. He was caught off-guard when she started to yell when she knocked on his door and his jaw fell slack in shock as his eyes went wide. Of all the things he expected the woman to do, that was not one of them. The look on his “date’s” face was princess and when she looked up at him, Lucas looked down at the ground, pretending to be ashamed of what he had done the night before. He feigned a kicked puppy look and toed the toe of his shoe at the carpeted hallway floor. ”Baby, I’m so sorry. I messed up again.” Lucas figured it was time for him to speak up and he looked to the woman as she ripped his shirt. ”Oh, come on! That’s my favorite shirt!”

Lucas huffed as he moved into his apartment and he picked up his ripped shirt and he shook his head before dropping it into the trash. He’d have to ask his mom to send him another shirt like that from up north. This was ridiculous. He couldn’t be too angry though, the crazy woman was gone. After placing his things down inside, he closed the door to his apartment, locked it up and then turned to move back across the hall. ”Yeah, I know.” He offered her his hand. ”Lucas Clark. We’re part of the same assignment. Unless you’re a different Azalea Andre than the one I was briefed on today.” Lucas chuckled softly and picked back up his beer. Lucas drank from it and leaned back against the counter as he looked at Azalea. ”Thanks for that save. I promise it won’t happen again.”
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"I fear no evil for the shadow is mine and so is the valley."

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