*drool*
Huh... what? New post? Sorry, I got distracted by that sparkly thing; it's so freaking pretty I could keel over right now and have no regrets.
I shall post tomorrowerish. I've done too much not-English to English good right now.
Oh, and yes Poly, it does help. I've always been delighted comforted knowing others are suffering going through the same thing as me.
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Oh... Well good, I feel old now. And best wishes to your family, Jig.
Don't you guys have like jobs or something during the day? I come home and there's like three IC posts and two pages of OOC. Unless you start throwing in some pretty colors or shiny things I just do not have the attention span for all this hoopla.
Raxacoricofallapatorius said
No, I used various scenarios involving two interconnected cases, two homicides, and two suspects. And two others were unrelated to either.
*gasp* I thought we had something special, Rax!?! I just... I just don't know if I can trust you anymore.
Oh, and I posted my intro, lol.
Tak, tak, tak!
With each shot Alex let the slight recoil of her M4 absorb into the pocket of her shoulder as she drilled bullets into the targets before her. Green, man shaped and sized chunks of plastic flew up from behind berms of dirt at odd intervals and she swiveled the muzzle of her carbine around smoothly to meet the assault of faux-foes. The rhythm of it came as natural to her as breathing and she always found it comforting to perform the task that had long since become muscle memory for her. In days where she often found herself stuck in a windowless office at a desk, it was nice to come out to the range and remember what it was like to do soldiering. Hell, it was one of the few times she actually wore her fatigues anymore as CI agents completed most of their duties while in business casual attire. She almost forgot how it felt to have more pockets than she knew what to do with.
She went through three more magazines of ammunition and a whole slew of little green enemies before the tower safety called a cease fire on the range. Lexi looked up from her rifle sight to see one of her colleagues striding purposefully down the firing line, eyeing each soldier as he searched for her. She groaned audibly and contemplated making a run for it, but duty and a bad case of not wanting to get inadvertently shot made her think better of it. So instead she pushed herself up from her prone position and waved the man to her.
“What’s up, Easdale?” She asked with a nod of greeting at his approach, “You’re interrupting me and these fine Joes’ range day.”
“Not sure what you did, Cooper,” he shrugged as he watched her clear her weapon and then lead them back down the line, “But the brigade commander wants to see you. Now. He didn’t seem happy.”
Lexi sighed. “The Colonel is never happy; it’s his job.” That seemed to be her consent to go, however, as she handed her rifle off to a private and started to un-velcro her body armor. She tossed it in Easdale’s trunk before hopping into the passenger seat of his sedan so he could take her to the brigade headquarters. It was only a five minute drive and after promising to drop off her extra gear at the office, Easdale left her to face their boss alone.
As she entered his office she gave a crisp salute. “Special Agent Cooper reporting as ordered, Sir,” she announced with all the proper courtesies that the army dictated. He returned it in that lazy, vertical way officers had and then waved her to stand at ease.
“You’re wearing ACUs?” he asked incredulously, staring down her dirtied uniform, “Sometimes I forget you’re in the army, let alone a Sergeant First Class.”
“I was at the M4 range, Sir… Special Agent Easdale said you needed to see me,” she reminded with an even tone. She didn’t come here and miss out on all her shooting fun just to have a chat with a full bird.
His face dropped into seriousness. “Ah yes, that.” Papers shuffled on his desk before he found a memorandum with a sealed letter attached. “I have here a memo signed by General Chapman himself stating that you are to be released from active duty immedia-“ He held up his hand to silence the protest that was just about to leave her lips, “Let me finish. You are to be released from active duty immediately IF after reading this letter you want to be. The order apparently came down from people with much larger pay checks than either of ours combined.”
Lexi cocked an eyebrow and slowly took both the order and letter from her superior’s hand, looking like she suspected they would try to bite her. She read the memo over twice, meticulously, before her curiosity to see just what this was all about got the best of her and she opened the letter. The woman’s face schooled into one of stoicism, but her heart pounded in her ears at the short missive contained inside the plain envelope.
“You have one day to decide.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*
And decide she did. Alexandria Cooper, staunch patriot and professional warfighter for a decade, packed her duffels with only a quick goodbye to those who were her brothers and sisters-in-arms and headed for Minnesota. She had been the best damned counterintelligence agent the army had, but her scope had been limited and she wanted to test herself in even deeper espionage waters. Hell, she thought as her eyes swept across the plush meeting room, what better place to start than in an organization most people didn’t believe existed?
She smiled and took a drink from an almost comically large, obnoxiously colored energy drink. Plain old coffee just couldn’t do it for her anymore, so instead she made due by drinking a sugar-caffeine concoction that would have thrown a lesser person into glucose shock or a heart attack. Even after consuming over half of it she didn’t seem fazed, however, and instead maintained a relaxed, almost bored posture as she observed the men seated around her.
The amount of information one could surmise about a person by just watching them for a bit was amazing. Posture, what they did with their hands, pitch and carry of their voices, creases in foreheads and manner in which their brows set, the dilatation or constriction of their pupils, the twitching of the small muscles around the mouth and eyes… all of these things plus a hundred more little clues helped Lexi piece together a person like a complicated little puzzle of emotion and mannerisms. She was so accustomed to assessing people this way, in fact, that she hardly made a conscious decision to do it anymore. It was almost like a manipulator’s security blanket; the more she knew about others the more effectively she could coax them into doing what she wanted.
So when it was her turn to introduce herself, the lone female of the group gave a smile that crinkled the corner of her eyes and remained leaned back in her chair so as to put off a disarming air about her. “I’m Alexandria,” she made sure to emphasize the last two syllables of her name to distinguish herself from the Alexander who’d introduced himself first, “Cooper. But you can just call me Lexi or Cooper to avoid confusion. I was -up until three days ago- a Sergeant First Class in the army and had been in for ten years. Four of those were spent as an interrogator and the last six as a counterintelligence special agent. I have a handful of combat deployments to Iraq and Afghanistan, more non-combat deployments than you can shake a stick at, and bopped around doing a lot official and… not-so-official work for the DoD.”
Done with her enthusiastic, if not somewhat intentionally vague introduction the woman gestured to the next in line to begin as she grabbed back up her source of caffeine and took another drought.
With each shot Alex let the slight recoil of her M4 absorb into the pocket of her shoulder as she drilled bullets into the targets before her. Green, man shaped and sized chunks of plastic flew up from behind berms of dirt at odd intervals and she swiveled the muzzle of her carbine around smoothly to meet the assault of faux-foes. The rhythm of it came as natural to her as breathing and she always found it comforting to perform the task that had long since become muscle memory for her. In days where she often found herself stuck in a windowless office at a desk, it was nice to come out to the range and remember what it was like to do soldiering. Hell, it was one of the few times she actually wore her fatigues anymore as CI agents completed most of their duties while in business casual attire. She almost forgot how it felt to have more pockets than she knew what to do with.
She went through three more magazines of ammunition and a whole slew of little green enemies before the tower safety called a cease fire on the range. Lexi looked up from her rifle sight to see one of her colleagues striding purposefully down the firing line, eyeing each soldier as he searched for her. She groaned audibly and contemplated making a run for it, but duty and a bad case of not wanting to get inadvertently shot made her think better of it. So instead she pushed herself up from her prone position and waved the man to her.
“What’s up, Easdale?” She asked with a nod of greeting at his approach, “You’re interrupting me and these fine Joes’ range day.”
“Not sure what you did, Cooper,” he shrugged as he watched her clear her weapon and then lead them back down the line, “But the brigade commander wants to see you. Now. He didn’t seem happy.”
Lexi sighed. “The Colonel is never happy; it’s his job.” That seemed to be her consent to go, however, as she handed her rifle off to a private and started to un-velcro her body armor. She tossed it in Easdale’s trunk before hopping into the passenger seat of his sedan so he could take her to the brigade headquarters. It was only a five minute drive and after promising to drop off her extra gear at the office, Easdale left her to face their boss alone.
As she entered his office she gave a crisp salute. “Special Agent Cooper reporting as ordered, Sir,” she announced with all the proper courtesies that the army dictated. He returned it in that lazy, vertical way officers had and then waved her to stand at ease.
“You’re wearing ACUs?” he asked incredulously, staring down her dirtied uniform, “Sometimes I forget you’re in the army, let alone a Sergeant First Class.”
“I was at the M4 range, Sir… Special Agent Easdale said you needed to see me,” she reminded with an even tone. She didn’t come here and miss out on all her shooting fun just to have a chat with a full bird.
His face dropped into seriousness. “Ah yes, that.” Papers shuffled on his desk before he found a memorandum with a sealed letter attached. “I have here a memo signed by General Chapman himself stating that you are to be released from active duty immedia-“ He held up his hand to silence the protest that was just about to leave her lips, “Let me finish. You are to be released from active duty immediately IF after reading this letter you want to be. The order apparently came down from people with much larger pay checks than either of ours combined.”
Lexi cocked an eyebrow and slowly took both the order and letter from her superior’s hand, looking like she suspected they would try to bite her. She read the memo over twice, meticulously, before her curiosity to see just what this was all about got the best of her and she opened the letter. The woman’s face schooled into one of stoicism, but her heart pounded in her ears at the short missive contained inside the plain envelope.
“You have one day to decide.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*
And decide she did. Alexandria Cooper, staunch patriot and professional warfighter for a decade, packed her duffels with only a quick goodbye to those who were her brothers and sisters-in-arms and headed for Minnesota. She had been the best damned counterintelligence agent the army had, but her scope had been limited and she wanted to test herself in even deeper espionage waters. Hell, she thought as her eyes swept across the plush meeting room, what better place to start than in an organization most people didn’t believe existed?
She smiled and took a drink from an almost comically large, obnoxiously colored energy drink. Plain old coffee just couldn’t do it for her anymore, so instead she made due by drinking a sugar-caffeine concoction that would have thrown a lesser person into glucose shock or a heart attack. Even after consuming over half of it she didn’t seem fazed, however, and instead maintained a relaxed, almost bored posture as she observed the men seated around her.
The amount of information one could surmise about a person by just watching them for a bit was amazing. Posture, what they did with their hands, pitch and carry of their voices, creases in foreheads and manner in which their brows set, the dilatation or constriction of their pupils, the twitching of the small muscles around the mouth and eyes… all of these things plus a hundred more little clues helped Lexi piece together a person like a complicated little puzzle of emotion and mannerisms. She was so accustomed to assessing people this way, in fact, that she hardly made a conscious decision to do it anymore. It was almost like a manipulator’s security blanket; the more she knew about others the more effectively she could coax them into doing what she wanted.
So when it was her turn to introduce herself, the lone female of the group gave a smile that crinkled the corner of her eyes and remained leaned back in her chair so as to put off a disarming air about her. “I’m Alexandria,” she made sure to emphasize the last two syllables of her name to distinguish herself from the Alexander who’d introduced himself first, “Cooper. But you can just call me Lexi or Cooper to avoid confusion. I was -up until three days ago- a Sergeant First Class in the army and had been in for ten years. Four of those were spent as an interrogator and the last six as a counterintelligence special agent. I have a handful of combat deployments to Iraq and Afghanistan, more non-combat deployments than you can shake a stick at, and bopped around doing a lot official and… not-so-official work for the DoD.”
Done with her enthusiastic, if not somewhat intentionally vague introduction the woman gestured to the next in line to begin as she grabbed back up her source of caffeine and took another drought.
Rax said I think it's funny that the oldest and youngest characters are both named Alex.
The super-hip-Alex and the l'll-break-my-hip-Alex.
I'm going to start working on my opening shortly.
Polyphemus said
Oh, cool, another Army CI character! High five!
*Internet five* Haha, pretty damn close though CID is more like the FBI while CI floats closer towards the CIA or DIA.
And I admit I almost asked you to Internet marry me when I was first reading over your CS and thought you'd made a CIB chaplain character ... but your picture lied to me. He's still totally cool though.
Lambda said
*Nerd* A girl? *Hyperventilation*
I come bearing good tidings... and boobs. :D
Jig said
Looks like Stuart and Alex will be working together a lot - when not tearing one another's throats out...
What could be more fun than two manipulative liars with opposite moral standpoints being stuck working together? I don't see how that could possibly go wrong.
Hello, new friends! Gaze all up on the newest member of your band of merry little crime solvers.
Yup, I did and I'm totally down for pitching in if we're going to go through with it. Sounds like it could be pretty freaking cool.
Hey friends! I'm kinda sorta back. Sorry for the long absence but some horrible stuff happened in my unit and it took awhile to get everyone at least decently alright again... and then last week I moved to a new station. Haven't found a place to live yet, so no real Internet until then.
I don't know if I'll be able to post yet, but I'd at least like to talk to you guys about maybe concocting a way to get Cass towards actual people -seeing as Shon is absent- that would make sense and keep to Cass style... It's lonely on the opposite side of the country from everyone else.
I don't know if I'll be able to post yet, but I'd at least like to talk to you guys about maybe concocting a way to get Cass towards actual people -seeing as Shon is absent- that would make sense and keep to Cass style... It's lonely on the opposite side of the country from everyone else.
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