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somatosensiri) wrote2011-10-05 06:46 pm
somatosensiri) wrote2011-10-05 06:46 pm
cast
So, um. I'm Siri, I'm eighteen, first year pilot-in-training for team Green 832.
Our front gunner is Conrad, who's this giant, just, presence in our lives. Ironically, he's the youngest, he just barely made the cutoff-- you have to be eighteen by August 15th, because August 15th is deploy date and you have to be eighteen to be deployed-- because his birthday's August 14th. But yeah. He's super tall, real stable, calm, even-tempered. Like a gentle giant. We've known each other since we started primary school together, and he's actually the main reason I'm a pilot today. Technically, to fly at all, you have to weigh 110 pounds and be able to carry at least 130. Guess who's only barely able to do both. Yeah. (Shut up, I'm tiny. If you were five feet tall you'd be pretty damn proud, too.) But they let me through on the condition that Conrad would pick up my slack, because we're such an awesome team. So I'm forever grateful to him. Honestly, the way our relationship works, he might as well be my big brother or something, even though I'm a couple months older. Whatever.
Our rear gunner is Mike Covell, who's super happy all the time. He's tiny but he packs a real punch, he's a lot stronger than he looks, and he's legitimately the best shot in our year, which is really saying something. We're super lucky to have him on our team. And I mean, for his size, he's pretty damn built. He's solid and stable, just like Conrad, but he's also got this, like, energizing thing about him.
And our mechanic is Logan Lee. Logan and I are, like, braintwins or something. We would probably be fuckbuddies if there wasn't this huge danger of getting found out by the Center. He gets bored about as fast as I do, he's at least a little manic all the time (don't tell him I said so, though), and we are just on the same wavelength. He totally gets it when I get twitchy about not flying, he totally gets all my weird little tics like gnawing on stuff and picking at my fingers. The same things that make me a good pilot make him a brilliant mechanic. (Although that makes me wonder how come I was never a good mechanic, huh?) Mike calls us "sensation seekers." Conrad just calls us crazy, but I know he likes us. We bring excitement to his life.
We've only been working together for a couple months, but we're a family, and I wouldn't change a thing about them for the world. (Me, though, that's a different story.)
Our front gunner is Conrad, who's this giant, just, presence in our lives. Ironically, he's the youngest, he just barely made the cutoff-- you have to be eighteen by August 15th, because August 15th is deploy date and you have to be eighteen to be deployed-- because his birthday's August 14th. But yeah. He's super tall, real stable, calm, even-tempered. Like a gentle giant. We've known each other since we started primary school together, and he's actually the main reason I'm a pilot today. Technically, to fly at all, you have to weigh 110 pounds and be able to carry at least 130. Guess who's only barely able to do both. Yeah. (Shut up, I'm tiny. If you were five feet tall you'd be pretty damn proud, too.) But they let me through on the condition that Conrad would pick up my slack, because we're such an awesome team. So I'm forever grateful to him. Honestly, the way our relationship works, he might as well be my big brother or something, even though I'm a couple months older. Whatever.
Our rear gunner is Mike Covell, who's super happy all the time. He's tiny but he packs a real punch, he's a lot stronger than he looks, and he's legitimately the best shot in our year, which is really saying something. We're super lucky to have him on our team. And I mean, for his size, he's pretty damn built. He's solid and stable, just like Conrad, but he's also got this, like, energizing thing about him.
And our mechanic is Logan Lee. Logan and I are, like, braintwins or something. We would probably be fuckbuddies if there wasn't this huge danger of getting found out by the Center. He gets bored about as fast as I do, he's at least a little manic all the time (don't tell him I said so, though), and we are just on the same wavelength. He totally gets it when I get twitchy about not flying, he totally gets all my weird little tics like gnawing on stuff and picking at my fingers. The same things that make me a good pilot make him a brilliant mechanic. (Although that makes me wonder how come I was never a good mechanic, huh?) Mike calls us "sensation seekers." Conrad just calls us crazy, but I know he likes us. We bring excitement to his life.
We've only been working together for a couple months, but we're a family, and I wouldn't change a thing about them for the world. (Me, though, that's a different story.)