| |
 |
Avery Iris Avery tilted his head at the name. Pretty name. Pretty woman. Fits. He watched her, even as the females eyes trailed to his bag sitting on the ground. It had a welding tool in it, one of the things he was currently tinkering with... maybehe could get some better supplies on the Ambrosia? Hm. He had a jacket shovedin there along with his phone, a gun, a feed port, a notebook, a sketchbook, and his journal. (His therapist said it may help (news flash, it hasn't.)) He sighed softly, shrugging gently. "Meh. I do what I need to. Sometimes I tinker in my free time. Or draw." Avery hummed with a shrug, he smiled slightly, silver lip ring tugging up with his slight smile. "Anymore questions? I can answer as best I can." He tells Adira, his foot sliding over to his bag and urging it closer to between his legs. He bags already been stolen before and he hd to chase the fucker down, he didn't need that to happen in the middle of an interview. Well, sort of interview. (Don't worry about it! I'm in a rush rn so mines not perfect either ^^") |
|
|
| |
|
♡ ∩_∩
(„• ֊ •„)♡
|￣U U￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣|
| OC Owned by Imp
￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Adira Ambrose ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ ``An engineer that dabbles in the arts, something not unheard of but rare,`` Adira stated it as if it were a fact, which it mostly was with the faintest trace of bias from her experiences. She was incredibly observant and did not miss him shifting his bag closer to himself; he was cautious and wary, something she wanted to see in him. A smile shifted onto her face as he asked about any other questions, lessening the original annoyance she had felt upon learning of his purpose mere hours ago. ``I do not have any more questions, so you can come with me,`` she gestured with her chin towards the reserved landing docks, the one place where the crowd was thinner and more controlled. Of course, the security had to ensure that the one place where well-known individuals landed was safe and mostly protected from altercations that could potentially unfold. ``Morrigan will be busy tending to.. Tamar. I should be able to introduce you to Niko and Calum though.`` Adira sighed as she hoisted herself to her feet and started heading off towards the colossal, yet mostly empty and lifeless ship. Had the Ambrose Legacy been lively and brimming with people before? Yes, but Adira never wanted it to be like that again; the more people you had, the more likely something terrible would happen. ``Have any questions for me, Mr. Iris?`` she spoke after a while, her strides short and unhurried although she knew the others were probably pacing to and fro in impatience. Since they had made her suffer by making her come all the way out here and away from her work, they could wait ten more minutes or so. |
|  |
|
| |
|
Avery Iris Avery stood, hiking his backpack up with him as he walked. He would be lying if he said it wasn't annoying to slow his pace down. He tried his best though, slowing down enough to walk beside Adira. He hummed. "Not really. I got most of the information from the job thing." He said easily, walking beside the female. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly and shifting against both feet as he walked. He didn't get far with Adira though, before he felt a hand grip his arm and yank him to the side. He hissed softly, turning to glare at who had pulled him. When he saw a tall, buff male. With short curly hair and a long curly beard. Both are a dark brown color. The male's eyes were a deep hazel. His least favorite color. Grol... The blood drained from his face, his skin turning more pale than it already was. If that was possible. "Grol...-" He started but was cut off by the gruff man. He went silent, his green eyes seemed dimmer under the larger man's gaze. The man was looking him over like a predator. Avery had to stop bile from rising in his throat. He hated that look. "Iris... We need you for another job." He said, smirking. That stupid stupid smirk that he hated so much. He couldn't resist throwing a quick glance over his shoulder. Adira was keeping her place. Good. Good. No one else needed to be near this... person... if he even deserve that. He was not going with him. Not again. Never again. He got out, he wasn't going back. Ugh! Fuck! Therapy never prepared him for this! Screw you, Jonathan!!! "...I'm already on a different job." He mumbled, staring up at the taller and older man, hands to his sides, clenched into tight fists. He couldn't do this. Not again. Not ever. He looked away from Grol's ugly, stupid, stupid face. "... I'm going now." He said quickly, turning and hurrying away from the man. His heart was thudding painfully in his chest. Fuck. No. No panic attacks or whatever, and no being weak. He's done enough of that in his time alive. He's so sick of being pathetic. Muscles don't seem to help him either. Fuck. "Hey- maybe we can hurry up? And no I am not talking about that, thanks." Avery said urgently, throwing a glance behind him and looking away. Nope. No happening. Eugh. He never wanted to work for or-... be near Grol anymore. He took a shaky breath at that, dragging Adira until he got to the docks. He sighed and let her go, looking away from her, eyes on the docking board. Uh... He didn't know which of these CA's were theirs. "Look, I'm sorry about that. I wasn't expecting that to happen here. I don't want you dragged into it.' Avery told the female, lips pressing tight together. His grip on his bag was killer, short nails digging into the material. The hand in his pocket wasn't doing much better. It was gripped tightly around a pocket knife. He glanced down at Adira, staring into her eyes. He knew well enough how to hide what he was feeling. How to hide his panic. His weakness. His hurt. He had practice. Probably too much. (Edited! There we go! Sorry about that! <3) |
|
|
| |
|
♡ ∩_∩
(„• ֊ •„)♡
|￣U U￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣|
| OC Owned by Imp
￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Adira Ambrose ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Adira had not paused when Avery was temporarily pulled away by a man she had nevre seen before. Truth be told, she had not even considered pausing for a mere second; if Avery had a problem with someone, it was his problem, not hers. Maybe in the future after getting to know him, she would have been more than willing to wipe the expression off the anonymous man`s face. When Avery caught up to her and requested to quicken the pace, she nearly laughed, but refrained from doing so at the fear written all over his face; the one thing she as good at other than science was reading people like a book. ``If they knew who you were with, they probably would have left you alone,`` she stated simply, her voice carrying a threatening edge to it. Anyone that messed with the Ambroses in any way was punished swiftly and immediately, regardless of who they were. Of course, Avery had yet to prove himself worthy of being on their crew, yet a part of her had high hopes for him. ``Over here,`` Adira led him towards where the Ambrose Legacy was stationed, waving a hand to indicate they were boarding. Within seconds, the exit ramp descended with another harsh thud against the platform, making her curse beneath her breath; that was something they needed to fix before another harsh lowering caused the ramp to actually break. She guided Avery into the main part of the large ship, ensuring to lift the ramp the moment he was standing directly beside her. ``The place is large and, to be honest, more than half of it is unused and unoccupied. You could probably spend hours wandering around, maybe even get lost.`` |
| |
|
| |
|
Avery Iris Avery let her walk away, watching her in silence. If only she knew... if... only... they wouldn't have left him alone... He thought she was sort of cock to think that. So stupid. Maybe he shouldn't have left Grol... all that's different now is... that's a lie. A lots different now. He began walking, strides long as hecaught up to Adira, walking next to her in silence. He took a quick glance over his shoulder, feeling that stupid pit swelling in his stomach. Fucking Hell... He turns to look at Adira, watching her in silence. He couldn't deny, this ship was ginormous. It was so... weird. "Does everyone have separate rooms?" He asked, shifting back to the him that fit public best. Well, best he could anyway. He took another look around, eyes scanning over the ship. Mabe this wouldn't be horrid? He didn't get his hopes up. He wanted to ask where his room was. But he didn't. He was not guaranteed a room. And he was pretty used to that. He shifted against the floor, fingers gripping his bag tightly. He really wanted to get back to tinkering. But what could he say, he was on a famous ship now. Yay...! He vaguely wondered if he was going to be given food? He had lived off of none before, though his therapist didn't recommend not eating that much anymore. He's done it, at least. (Sorry it's short, again) |
|
|
| |
|
♡ ∩_∩
(„• ֊ •„)♡
|￣U U￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣|
| OC Owned by Imp
￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Adira Ambrose ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ ``Yes, everyone has separate rooms, Avery,`` Adira replied with a ghost of a smile as she flit her gaze across him once again, ensuring there was nothing too out of the ordinary. Hoenstly, she should have checked everything he had on him, but she found herself trusting him; there was no way someone as sktitish and easily frightened as him could be a threat. She could easily read the thoughts that were racing through his head, causing her to laugh, albeit briefly, as she turned on her heel and started heading towards the North Sector, which was where everyone on the crew lived and simply existed; the Southern Sector was simply the exit ramp and storage, the Eastern Sector was closed off since that was where former members used to live, and the Western Wing was a combination of science labs and dusty, unoccuopied rooms that had never been used. ``You can do anything you want as long as you do your job,`` She continued as she paused at the threshold they would have to cross. The voices of Morrigan and Tamar bantering were clear as daylight while the eloquent exchanges between Niko and Calum were almost identifiable. ``If it is on the ship, you can do anything you like with it. Of course, avoid going into other people`s rooms and personal spaces.. There are some things better off left alone and in their possession.`` Adira leaned against the nearby wall and stared at him, refusing to do more than she already had. Would she probably trail after him just in case? Yes, but only to ensure no one panicked in case they had forgotten about their newest hire; it had happened before and someone had nearly lost their life. She already found herself accepting Avery Iris onto their crew, but there was still a lingering doubt and distaste; she needed to know more before she could say she trusted him without a single pause or moment of hesitation. |
| |
|
| |
|
Avery Iris Avery watched as Aira walked further into the ship. Yeah, no. He would just not. He could go find his room himself. The thought made him slightly relaxed about this whole thing. He got his own room. And that made him somewhat happy. Well, happiest he could be about a room. He turned, letting his grip on his backpack loosen as he made his way off through the ship. His eyes trailed along each crevice of the ship, looking it over. It was a well-built ship, that's for sure. But he saw a few welding issues. He itched to fix the issues. Maybe it would be a good thing to get help from his side project. He was actually really excited about the whole ordeal. With his tinkering, that is. His bland green eyes scanned over the few signs aboard the ship. Ah yes, poor labeling. Love that. He walked in silence, his boots making little noise against the metal floors. It was odd. Being on a ship this big. It was odd being talked to. It was odd. Everything was. It happened so long ago, feels like it happened yesterday. With the way it made his stomach clench uncomfortably. Avery's eyes trailed to his side as he paused, hearing the footsteps behind him halt as well. Someone was following him. Not weird at all. He wondered who it could be, Adira so kindly hadn't introduced him to anyone else or told him anyone's names, so it was his best guess. It could possibly be the female herself following him. He ignored the person behind him, cold jade eyes trailing up to another small sign. ╔═══════════════════╗ Rooms -> ╚═══════════════════╝ Avery turned his head, gazing down the left hallway. He jus stared for a while before glancing back, only to spot Adira. Of course. She wasn't that sneaky. "Which room is mine?" He questioned her, raising an eyebrow at the female. He watched her in newfound silence as she walked closer toward him. What was his life at this point? (PM if you need me to change anything) |
|
|
| |
|
♡ ∩_∩
(„• ֊ •„)♡
|￣U U￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣|
| OC Owned by Imp
￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Adira Ambrose ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ ``Any room that is not locked is available,`` Adira stated simply, momentarily forgetting that it was practically impossible to determine which ones were locked and unlocked. With a sigh, she outstretched one of her hands to gently reach for one of his, tugging him alongside her as she resumed walking. Silence hung over them as they walked save for the sounds of their shoes striking the metal flooring with every step; the voices of the other members of the crew were long gone, as if they were aware of Adira`s eerily kind behavior. She paused in front of the room that was directly next to hers, which was purposefully as far away from the others as possible. ``You can use this one. This is the quietest part of the ship, excluding the.. empty sectors.`` She fell silent once again, something that Avery would have to get used to, as she glanced between the door knob of the room and his expression. A sense of annoyance was building within her since she had not originally wanted him to live on the opposite side of the hall, yet it would seem the smallest bit of her was still empathetic. Eventually, Avery would come to realize that she wasn`t as serious and cold as she seemed to be the first time they had talked; it had all been for show. Deep down, she was an easily flustered, introverted person that loved minding her business and occasionally helping people. ``I think this room has absolutely nothing in it,`` she mumbled as she finally turned the knob with her free hand, letting go of his hand that she had been holding this entire time; that was probably awkward from his perspective, but she truly had forgotten she had been clutching at his hand. WIth one final glance at his expression, Adira led the way into the room, which was barren save for basic neccessities. Fortunately, it was well-maintained and spotless with no indications of anyone living within the decently sized space. ``It should have everything you need. The only kitchen on the ship is the one next to the flight deck, which is also directly next to the lounge. I believe everyone is there at the moment.`` |
| |
|
| |
|
Avery Iris Avery tensed as the female grabbed his arm. Well that's good to know, touch was still a no-no. He felt bugs crawling against his skin, flowing from her grip. He bit his tongue roughly, a copper taste mixing with his saliva inside of his mouth. Fuck- ow... "... K thanks." He muttered, pulling his hand close to him as she let go. He dropped the hand into his pocket, standing in silence with Adira for a long time. Until he decided he needed to go inside. He wanted to, actually. It was weird wanting things that were available. He moved forward, pushing a button on the door, which cause it to slide open quickly. Ah. Alright then, air lock rooms. Smart, he had to admit. He walked inside the room, the door closing behind him, his jade eyes trailing along the walls. Avery noticed how bland the room was. White tiling, a bed on the other side of the room, with a mattress and gray blankets over it. The window above the bed went to the outside, showing the side of 12-PR, and space... it was pretty at least. He shuffled forward, turning to his left, focusing on a small white desk with a white rolling chair. Ah, okay then. He walked over to it, setting his bag against the metal and sighing. This was gonna be just great. Being in an enclosed space, for who knew how long, with people he didn't know. Yay. He gripped the back of the chair, spinning it to plop down on it. It rolled back a bit, making him catch himself on the desk to hold the chair. He leaned back in it, eyes slipping closed. He would take a nap if he could. But he didn't know what he had to do. And he hadn't met anyone else. Avery moved, propping his elbow up on the table, opening his fingers to show his palm. His feed came up, and he accepted the Ambrosia Crew chat channel request. He didn't say anything on it, he just stared at the chat. He didn't exactly want to type on the chat... Eugh. He looked to his side, eyes unfocusing as he stared out the window. He zoned out, staring into the space of the universe. It was so pretty... Pft- he wished he looked like that. Beautiful, mysterious... wonderful. He didn't blink, staring in silence, out the window. Now what to do...? |
|
|
| |
|
♡ ∩_∩
(„• ֊ •„)♡
|￣U U￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣|
| OC Owned by Imp
￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Adira Ambrose ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Adira observed him quietly for a few moments before she smiled and withdrew from his room, closing the door promptly behind her. She knew precisely what she was going to do now, something she always did at this time of day: lounge around with Calum. The older man was probably used to her messing with him, but he still had his limits when it came to her and her experiments. She hummed as she walked down the hallway, pausing only when the Ambrose Legacy shook as it lifted from the port and started moving again. Usually, she would feel nauseus after such a earthquake-like event, but she felt fine. It did not take her long to reach Calum`s room, where she knew he had retreated into the moment she had returned, and entered. ``Thoughts on him, Ambrose?`` Calum`s gruff, monotone voice echoed from directly beside her the moment she crossed the threshold and closed the door behind her. She tilted her chin to meet his eerily dark gaze, shrugging as she walked past him to plop down on his couch. ``Your brother chose him because he seemed the most.. normal.`` ``He`s skittish,`` Adira stated in response, glaring at him when he settled beside her. The two of them were close, far closer than Adira was with her siblings, which spoke volumes. Her hair was sprawled out across the furniture as she shifted, letting her head fall onto the armrest while Calum had to adjust. ``He seems genuine though and I appreciate that.`` ``Like you?`` Calum asked, his voice almost teasing. His words had earned him a solid, yet playful, kick from Adira in the shoulder, causing him to grunt in annoyance. He chuckled, however, and gave her one final glance before returning to reviewing the statistics on his feed. Unlike everyone else on the ship, he had access to Adira`s experiments and could control certain elements; they trusted each other with their lives. |
| |
|
Light Rain then Clearing Overnight
