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Pertinent es ad me ───────────┐
"TARS" - ♂ - Taskforce Captain - Form
Tags: None - Office └─────────────────────────────────┘
He had woken up in his office, so he was bound to stay in it for a good while. He didn't have a bedroom, there was no need for one. His eyes opened after having slept through a long recharge period and looked around. Blue flickered back to red, the normal color. He exhaled slowly and bits of dust scattered. A reach behind him and he was unplugged, ready for the day. A blink and he stood, leaving behind the cord on the small chair. It just looked uncomfortable. TARS didn't have a care in the world for what chair he sat in when he charged. He only cared about what chair he sat in for the rest of the day. While walking over to his desk he slid a few pure fingers across the surface of the table. Not a speck of dust here. He smiled a little to himself as he opened up his curtains and let a bit of light in to pollute the darkness. Good. He stood there, his eyes adjusting to the change in scenery before he sat down at his desk and booted the computer up with a snap of his fingers. It was that easy. With a few clicks of the keyboard he was in. The password was strong. For now, he was only checking in on the status of the group. If all was looking well, he was very much ready to find somewhere for them to storm. All he wanted to do was eliminate the rebel scum. If they had the audacity to rebel, they had the ability to conform. Do as you are told, or face the consequences. It was simple. A hand propped his head up on the desk as he scrolled through some documents and read a bit of information on the status of rebels in the system. For now it was at a low point. There weren't a lot of them rebelling from the norm. This was good. If they kept it low, perhaps eliminating the entirety of it, perhaps he could sleep peacefully again. Only up until a few months ago had he begun sleeping with a gun. Just in case. Safety was a priority.
He eventually got done with his checking of the system and stood from his desk. His chair rolled back, he pushed it back into the desk after he had sidestepped and moved for the door. He paused at the handle. One last look into his office and he was out the door. It clicked behind him. The captain, still dressed in what he wore yesterday, headed down the hall. Black dress shoes, comfy grey pants and a dark blue polo with his last name on it. His given last name. Stellar.
Now he was gracefully, moving through the hall like a shadow. Down towards the cafeteria where he'd get a cup of coffee, not drink it, talk with his teammates. The usual morning routine.
He entered the hall and got himself a hot cup of coffee before finding somewhere to sit down and relax a little. Perhaps find someone to talk to... if any of them were up this early.
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Tacet - ♂ - Loner - Form
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He didn't tell anyone where he rested, and he didn't tell anyone where he stayed in his down time. It was best nobody knew. Sometimes he liked being alone. After he had completely left the rebel group, they didn't really talk to him anymore. At least thats what he took from it all. He had no energy to do this whole 'rebel from the system' thing. He just didn't feel like it. Now that he was out, he wanted to be free. He didn't feel like fighting. Besides, there was so much more to see besides the grey ceiling above you and the dark floor beneath you. He wanted to explore the world without the world knowing he was different. He wanted to get out.
First of all he had to get out of bed first, which was something he had yet to do. The lanky boy rolled out from under his covers and fell to the floor with a groan before getting up and getting dressed, brushing his hair and pulling it back into a lose ponytail. Some of his bangs got in his eyes, but that was fine. He liked it that way. The boy sat in front of his mirror and stared at himself as he fixed his shirt, and his jacket, his shoes.. all of it. Tacet hadn't actually.. physically left the group yet. He didn't really have a purpose to help out with but he still mooched off the room.. and the food. He got a bunk near the back where he wasn't easily seen. He didn't like to be seen most often anyways.
Now that he was all dressed he made his way through the hall toward the mess hall. He had his head down and his hands in his pockets. He didn't want to be seen.
The mess hall was packed. Of course it was. In the blink of an eye the man who was standing in the doorway was standing across the room with some food on a plate. A black whisp of something.. (smoke? cloud? we don't know) took his place and made its way across the aisle to grab as much food as possible. It just floated over it all. No visible hands grabbed anything, but food disappeared. The cloud figure crackled and popped like static, and soon it merged back into a man who sat by himself in the back, just focusing on eating. He heard conversations. He wanted to join them but he didn't. He had one plan, to eat and get out of there as soon as possible. But he had to eat first, and that opened him up from all sides for conversation with anyone who saw him.
It wasn't hard to miss a man dressed in purple and black
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