Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moraline</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 21:56:52</strong>
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				<strong>((This is the thread for all of the private moments shared between Couple 2 or things that take place in their apartment.))</strong><br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Couple 2 </span>M/F</strong>:<br>A) Tristyn Phoenix (M) - Age 27, Profession: Navy Seal &lt;Player: Chreestafer&gt;<br>B) Danielle Avena (F) - Age 26, Profession: Photo Journalist&nbsp; &lt;Player: Eliza&gt;<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Tristyn Phoenix</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/D1sast3r_SF/TristynPhoenixed_zps10f966c4.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:<strong>Tristyn Phoenix</strong><br><strong>Player</strong>:Chreestafer<br><strong>Ethnicity</strong>: Irish American<br><strong>Age</strong>: 27<br><strong>Physical Description</strong>: &lt;see image&gt;<br><br><strong>Profession</strong>: US Navy Seal, Currently on Liberty after returning home from duty<br><strong>Brief Notes</strong>:&nbsp; Born in a small rural town near Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, Tristyn grew up a troubled life.&nbsp; Tristyn's mother died in childbirth leading him to be an only child as well as subtle yet obvious resentment from his father.&nbsp; His father, Thomas, was a marine and often spent months away over seas which resulted in Tristyn growing up with his grandmother.&nbsp; When Tristyn was eleven he was horribly scared on his chest, a wound he hides till this day, a wound he gained from his father which led him into his grandmothers custody for good.&nbsp; The scar, a burn mark truthfully, was the center of a lot of ridicule through out high school as kids would tease him about how he is a waste and killed his mother.&nbsp; This resulted in many fights labeling Tristyn as a troubled youth.<br><br>The school enrolled him into the ROTC program, which didn't stop the fights, and from there after he graduated he went on into the navy working his way to become a navy seal, sniper to be exact. <br><br></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Danielle Avena</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/RiZAL_D/keiko01_zps8dbd4f09.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: <strong>Danielle Avena</strong><br><strong>Player</strong>: Eliza<br><strong>Ethnicity</strong>: Mexican, Filipino, and Japanese<br><strong>Age</strong>: 26<br><strong>Physical Description</strong>: Being a San Francisco native, Danielle has found there is no need for a car in this high traffic city. With a hybrid bicycle and public transportation, she could get to anywhere in the city and get some exercise at the same time. She has a somewhat athletic body. Slim and slender and hardly thick in the necessary places. Danielle usually wears her auburn hair down, but will put it up in a ponytail when working. Her usual wardrobe consist of a t-shirt, skinny jeans and sneakers, but will put on a parka or jacket when in the cold days of San Francisco.<br><br><strong>Profession</strong>: Photojournalist<br><strong>Brief Notes</strong>:&nbsp; Original born in Oakland, Ca, Danielle grew fond of San Francisco every time she took a trip to the city. She always had a camera in her hand, taken candid pictures of her friends and family, but most of her pictures did not contain people as the subject matter. The places she visited, the food she ate, every moment that had a memory had a picture to correspond to it.<br><br>She moved to San Francisco when she graduated college. On scholarship and financial aid, she was able to attend the Academy of Art University in the city with a major in photography. Four years more with an expensive camera in her hands, she found her passion telling others of her beloved city. Upon graduating from the Academy, Danielle found work for several travel, tourist, city-based magazines and papers, sharing experiences in the many tourist attractions, restaurants and eateries, places to have a good time. All of her articles contain many high-definition photos as candy for the eyes.<br><br>Being a photographer first and a journalist second, Danielle is initially quiet, but not shy. Upon meeting face to face, she is bright and friendly. She prides herself in making connections with people, regardless of their disposition of her. If it wasn't for networking, she wouldn't be in the career she is in today.<br><br></div></div><span class="bbc_u">How did they meet</span>:&nbsp; <em>During Fleet Week in San Francisco, Danielle was taking pictures of the USS Ronald Reagan on a tour, but unfortunately got lost. Upon first meeting Lt. Tristyn Phoenix, Danielle had her memory stick full of pictures taken away, though regained a chance to get it back by being escorted by the lieutenant on a private tour the very next day.</em><br><span class="bbc_u">Couple history</span>:&nbsp; <em>Been actively dating for nearly two years and living together for 1 1/2 years.<br></em><br><div align="center">(http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/D1sast3r_SF/51746900_zps6cacb493.jpg)<br><strong>Current Apartment in Russian Hills</strong></div><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Links</span><br>OOC &amp; Character Sheet Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175013.0)<br>City Life (Main IC Thread) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175020.0)<br>Couple 1 (IC) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175025.0)<br>Couple 2 (IC) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175026.0)<br>Couple 3 (IC) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=175027.0)
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>25-05-2013, 22:20:56</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Beginnings Before Disaster</span></strong><br><br><strong>Two Years Ago</strong><br><br>Danielle had almost 200 pictures of the ships entering the San Francisco Bay and was so excited to be able to get on one. Her colleagues had recommended a tour on one of the ships with the idea that she could meet some of the sailors on board. Danielle had been single since she was born and she was often jealous of her friends who were in--and out half the time--relationships. Nothing really clicked with the opposite sex. The only thing that click was her finger pressing the shutter. Her reason of going was for another article for the magazine. Yes, it meant a fat check for selling all her prints, but the experience was more worth it. Chances were that there were people like her in the city who haven't experienced Fleet Week before and she was solely there to soak in the moment and from it, tell a story.<br><br>With just her expensive camera in hand she joined a tour that had just started, which took them onto the Well Deck. Large machines, all armored in one form or another, filled the large space. Display boards sat near the machines immediately adjacent to where the tour was passing through. As a photojournalist, Danielle had the knack of straying far behind the group, just to take high-quality photos unpolluted by visitors and sailors alike. She used this strategy too well that the tour group had already moved on. Realizing she was left behind, she assumed the group went one way and committed to it.<br><br>Finding herself in an unfamiliar part of the ship, Danielle knew she was lost. She'd go one way and see no sign of a sailor or part of the group. She was going to retrace her steps and go back the way she came when she collided with a wall she knew wasn't there before. Not expecting this, she lost her balance and fell to the floor. Danielle checked her camera and found it hadn't taken any damage in the fall. "Okay, good. Camera's okay," she said aloud to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 00:14:09</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</div><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Two weeks ago</strong></span><br><br>His fists were clenched tightly as looked the taller, bulkier, and stronger black man in the eyes.&nbsp; It had been a routine dry run of a "war game" as the captains called.&nbsp; Lt. Phoenix was in charge of a small group of soldiers that were sent in to save a "diplomate" durring this dry run. Long story short, and with alot of paintballs, Tristyn and his men were lit up by the opposing forces.<br><br>It was a bad call by the Lt. and his men didn't like that.&nbsp; <br><br>Truthfully they didn't care for their Lt. very much as they were truthfullly jelous of his quick achievements to get him to his posotion.&nbsp; So when they failed the "dry run" his men turned on him in the outside parkinglot of the naval base in Virginia Beach.&nbsp; So as before he foundhimself staring this kid down, his own eye was black and he was sure his rib was broken, but the two other kids were bloody on the ground, as for this third member though, he was sure it was going to hurt.<br><br>This is when he saw from the corner of his eye the MP's racing their way.&nbsp; And in a few short and confusing moments he found himself pinned to the ground and being cuffed.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Present time</strong></span><br><br>He had been punished to fleet week, miles from his old base of Virginia beach to this new home.&nbsp; Going from coast to coast was difficult however when the option of either being booted or demoted came up, he chose demoted.&nbsp; The navy was his life, was all he had, and he didn't want to fail the only person who loved him as him, his Memaw.<br><br>As he walked through the lower levels of the battle ship he heard the noises of a female voice fumbling about the areas of the ship where she shouldn't be.&nbsp; Soon enough She found arms under hers lifting her to her feet with ease.&nbsp; "Can I help ya?" his voice was soft with slight irish accent to it.&nbsp; At the same moment of speaking she felt her camera being pulled from her grasp as he looked it over.&nbsp; "Ma'am, yur not aloud to take photos down here, I have to confiscate this."&nbsp; His greens eyes, the one still black from the fight a few weeks ago looked her body over before looking to the camera. 
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 00:16:19</strong>
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				Danielle was about to push herself up when she felt an arm under own and was lifted to her feet. The voice of a man asking if she needed help was heard and she turned to the direction of the voice. There stood a sailor, his eye showing the signs of swelling. At first glance, he was handsome, but that wasn't what was immediately pressing. Before she could further check on her camera, the man pulled it away from her. Immediately, she protested, "Hey, give that back!" She tried to reach for the device, but her smaller frame and weaker strength kept her out of reach of the camera. Again, she protested, giving the sailor the reason for being down there. "I got separated from the tour group and got lost. I didn't do anything wrong!"
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				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 01:53:57</strong>
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				He turned his left shoulder to her holding the camera from her so she couldn't reach it.&nbsp; His green eyes met hers as she complained about doing nothing wrong. His thoughts spoke <em>'Really, you think being in this area is ok?'</em> he spoke to himself in his head as he pulled the camera to him.&nbsp; His hands worked the device over before finding the slot for the memory stick.<br><br>His accent spoke softly yet again <strong>"yer in a restricted area, where no photos are allowed," </strong> <br><br>He popped the memory stick out holding it in his right hand he held her camera out in his left hand <strong>"the photos are seized under ordinance of the US Navy, if you have issues you can place suggestions in said suggestion boxes aboard the ship"</strong> This time he let his Navy stature make him an arse as he pointed towards waiste bins set into the ships walls as he insinuated them as suggestion boxes. He continued with a smirk "otherwise, next time pay attention to where your going and dont loose your group, you could get arrested and held to the max punishment"&nbsp; He continued to feed her BS as he held her device out to her.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 02:20:16</strong>
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				This guy is such a prick, Danielle thought to herself. She observed him look over the device and disengaged the hatch that held the battery and memory stick. When she saw that his hands were working the very spot underneath the hatch, she protested some more. "I didn't take any photos down here, I swear! Everything in that memory stick is stuff from outside and the trucks and tanks on the Well Deck," she explained, hoping her explanation would bring sense to her being there. "I'm just lost!" It didn't seem to be much use.<br><br>She was clearly pissed off, her arms crossed across her chest, her brows furrowed, angry eyes directed towards the sailor. Even when her camera was handed back to her, she had her eye on the memory stick held outstretched in the man's right hand. Without that stick, then hours of successes and fails would be gone. When he obviously pointed to a waste bin calling the metal box the ship's so-called suggestion box, Danielle rolled her eyes, turning her head to the side to hide her eye movements.<br><br>Danielle scoffed at the BS he was giving her and abruptly took her camera from the man's hand. It was no use trying to get the memory stick from him, so she instead made her way back the way she came. Along the way, she pulled out a spare memory stick from her back pocket and inserted that into the camera. Before exiting the hallway, she turned on her camera and directed the lens at the man, quickly zooming in on his face and snapping a candid picture of the sailor. With a smirk on her face, she turned on her heel and coincidentally merged into a new tour group, which was made up of twice the amount of people than the first group.
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				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 02:31:16</strong>
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				<strong> "Fiesty, and good looking"</strong> he spoke normally holding the stick in his hand watching her leave and take the photo of him.&nbsp; He raced towards the group, his eyes searching quickly through the mass of tourist.&nbsp; He slowed however not spotting her amongst the groups tail end he pursed his lips in thought before realization hit <em>'the end of the tour you dolt!'</em><br><br>He turned racing through the lower deck of the ship slipping the hatches with slight difficulty.&nbsp; His ribs hurt like hell and he was sure they weren't healing properly even though the ships nurses said they were.&nbsp; His foot steps slowed as he held his side till he found the small ladder leading up to the main deck at the bow of the ship where the group would end its tour with a small speech from the ships capitain.<br><br>As he climbed upward he clenched his teeth <em>'damn ribs!</em> he thought as he pushed open the door and slid to the upper deck.&nbsp; The fresh warm air blew his uniform as the sun blocked his vision slightly.&nbsp; He blinked afew times shielding his eyes in search of the smaller yet very inticing girl he had just pissed off.
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 04:14:37</strong>
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				Her heart was racing due to her slipping away at the opportune moment. While camouflaged within the group, she glanced over her shoulder, spotting the sailor she had just captured with her camera. The dismayed look on his face was the sign she was looking for. The coast was clear. She immediately disengaged the hatch that protected the battery and memory stick and pushed the white strip to pop the memory card out of its slot. She pulled the stick out and stuck it in her bra, replacing the empty slot with a fresh memory from her pocket.<br><br>The tour ended on the main deck with the group gathered before a stage where the captain of the ship would make his speech. The sun was high in the sky by now, making it about noontime, and she could tell some of the sailors made to stand in the unusually hot, Columbus Day sun, were feeling the heat. Her photojournalist instincts switched on and at once she was back with her eye behind the camera, snapping shots of the crowd, the sailors, the ship, and the captain, everything that she could capture. If that memory stick she lost to that prick sailor was indeed lost, probably locked away in a container in the bowels of the ship, then she would just replace them with new photos. Unfortunately, the failed photos of the Blue Angels she tried to capture this morning were gone for good, for there were no more air shows scheduled for today. One of the many fleeting moments encountered by a photographer.<br><br>Once the speech was done and the captain bid farewell to the group of visitors, Danielle turned on her heels and followed the now scattered group toward the gangway to the dock. As a photographer, snapping photos of the city skyline from the main deck, she walked slowly as to not run into people. Though in this position, with her eye occupied by the scenery, she distracted for the moment.
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				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 07:50:31</strong>
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				He clenched his teeth tightly as raised his hand to his head to salute as a loud audible shout echoed across the deck <strong>"CAPITAN ON DECK!"</strong>&nbsp; The female sailor that had shouted lead the rest of the navy in a salute as the crowd clapped lightly.&nbsp; An older gentlemen slowly walked upon the make shift stage as the group of tourists quieted.&nbsp; Tristyn inwardly cursed as his pursuit was cut short as he was force by obligation through the US Navy to salute and hold position.<br><br>Green eyes continued to search the crowd as the captain spoke about the ship and its crew as well as the history of the fleet and how fleet week began.&nbsp; The old mans voice was drowned out by his own thoughts <em>'nope not heror her.&nbsp; What the hell is that guy wearing?&nbsp; What am I going to eat for lunch?&nbsp; Damn my rib hurts! Hey there, nice arse, wait, thats her'</em>&nbsp; He eyes her up from behind admiring what he saw and smiled softly checking her out.<br><br>As the crowd dispersed he was atease as he pushed through the crowd softly making his way towards the shorter girl. As she took aim to take a photo of the captain he stepped into view blocking the shot with his face <strong>"hey beautiful, seems you took another photo downstairs, hand it over"</strong> he said this time with a straight face and a hand stretched out <strong> "you were warned, so come back tomorrow and follow the rules and take all the proper photos miss..."</strong> he didn't know her name so he slowed his scentence awaiting her protesting reply.
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 08:10:47</strong>
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				Danielle snapped a few photos of the buildings across the street from the coastal areas and piers before turning to get one more shot of the captain conversing with a few of his subordinates. She snapped a picture but the next was interrupted by someone photobombing the shot. Her heart sank when she saw who the photobomber was. It was that one sailor from below deck. That son of a bitch, she said to herself, for she did not dare to say it to his face in earshot of visitors of all ages. A photographer, unlike a videographer, could say things out loud without fear that it will be picked up and recorded. Professional, this wasn't the time or place to insult a moron, even if he was a moronic prick.<br><br>When he asked for the photo that she took downstairs, Danielle responded, calmly, knowing the environment she was in. Plus, the guy wasn't being a prick like last time when he asked for her pictures. "What is it to you? It's just a picture of a sailor. I'm allowed to take photos up here," she explained. "I didn't do anything wrong, mister."
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				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 08:27:08</strong>
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				He couldn't resist himself as he the corner of his mouth arced into a half smirk <strong> "I know how difficult it is, trust me, to refrain from taking photos of someone such as I,"</strong>&nbsp; His arogance crept back into the picture as held his hand to his chest in a mocking form of flattery.&nbsp; With that same arogance he held his palm out towards her moving his fingers in a 'give me' manner as he looked to the camera with a cocked eyebrow.<br><br>As the moments passed he found himself looking between her and the camera, then more so her versus the camera.&nbsp; She was breath taking in all the right ways.&nbsp; Standing there pouting with her aurburn hair blowing the wind, he couldn't help but smirk at her softly in a non cocky way.&nbsp; He began to lower his hand when they both heard the capitain behind him "Ah, Lieutenant Phoenix, flirting as always?" The captain joked as he clasped a hand on Tristyn's shoulder looking to the girl "And who might we be miss?" the old man asked with a beeming grin.
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				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 09:12:36</strong>
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				The serious face seemed to Danielle as a very serious face, backed up by the U.S. Navy. She almost believe that she was going to get punished by this man's superiors. The seriousness turned out to be a ruse, shown by the smirk on the man's mouth followed by a mocking display of cockiness. Again Danielle scoffed at the line, not because he was handsome. If it weren't for the black eye and the pathetic looking grin on his face, then he would have been a likely candidate for a real handsome guy. Again, the hand outstretched and his fingers beckoning for the certain memory stick that had his ugly mug hidden inside it got Danielle defensive again. She clutched the camera to her chest as if it was her lunch money and this man the bully.<br><br>He's rude and inappropriate, no way anybody would date him, Danielle thought, internally scoffing at her colleagues' idea that proper and eligible bachelors were found on ships like these. She slowly crept back, her camera held tight in her hands, her head slightly shake left to right. She didn't want a full hour of picture to go to waste. Those memory sticks cost money and the pictures printed in the magazine were worth more. She visibly flinched when she heard a familiar voice call out to the sailor. She turned her head towards the aging man, aging to his prime years dressed in a lavishly-adorned uniform.<br><br>Phoenix, huh? Danielle asked herself. Was this man friendly and handsome before he died, before he was reborn in the ashes as a prick? And a Lieutenant too. How did he get promoted with that black eye? The captain looked her way and Danielle told herself to not look bored when in the presence of the captain of the very ship she was standing on. He asked her who she was. She took a subtle breath and addressed the captain, "Hello, Sir. I'm Danielle Avena, photojournalist of San Francisco Magazine. I was just asking Lieutenant Phoenix here how the daily life is on the ship. He's been friendly and kind and very informative, Sir." She couldn't believe she was covering for this dude ass in front of the captain, but had to listen attentively to what the captain had to say in response. As a last request, she asked, "Do you mind if I take a photo of you and Lieutenant Phoenix. I mostly have candid photos, but I'd like one where the subject is posed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 16:03:51</strong>
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				<em>'IT SHOULD BE COMMANDER!'</em> <br><br>he shouted in his head as he instinctivly stood at attention after realizing the Capitain was staying there.&nbsp; "at ease sailor," the older man laughed softly looking towards her "Danielle, thats a beautiful name, so beautiful that my wife seems to hold that name as well" he smiled charasmaticly to her.&nbsp; He shook his head looking at the young Lt "relax man, shes a young lady, not a sea monster"&nbsp; Laughing at his own joke jabbed playfully at Tristyn in the ribs causing him to flinch slightly in pain which was obvious to her.<br><br>He was truthfully stuck in a state of confussion and didn't hear a single word either of them asked or spoke.&nbsp; <em>'Did she really just save me from the Captain?'</em> his mind swam as his eyes were locked on her frame looking her over.&nbsp; Once a gain he smirked, but this time it was a genuine smile.&nbsp; The captain noticed this smile and took advantage of it "Aye miss Avena, we'll take a photo now wont we Tristyn?" the young sailor was jabbed in the rib again causing him to flinch once more.&nbsp; <br><br>"Im interested that the Magazine shows such interest in this Miss Avena, so what say we have our young sailor here take you on a personal one on one tour tomorrow and show you the important things that the navy has to offer to make us more appealing to the magazine.&nbsp; what say ya?"&nbsp; <strong>"But sir, tomorrow I,"</strong> tomorrow was Tristyns day off, but he was being punished to work <em>'Why?'</em> he thought before slowly nodding looking to the older mans face <strong> "Aye sir, as the lady pleases sir"'</strong> he spoke smothly knowing the routines of proper etiquette.<br><br>"Pose son, shes taking a photo!" the captains elbow met his ribs once more this time alittle more forcul then prior causing the sailor to flinch, his eyes to flutter, and his face to go sour as they stood there together for the photo
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>26-05-2013, 17:37:30</strong>
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				She liked the captain; not enough of her respect could be partitioned for the bastard standing next to him. Covering for his ass, Danielle? How unlikely of you, she scolded herself. Are you inviting him on a date now? The captain poked at the Lieutenant's ribs, causing him to flinch. Danielle couldn't help but smirk at the genuine pain. Black eye. Pain in the ribs. Much definitely a fighter. What did he do to garner those lasting bruises?<br><br>Danielle smiled at the captain's remark towards her name. He could have just been acting polite, in respect to the politeness she shown to Tristyn. "Really. That would be fantastic," Danielle said in response to the captain's willingness to take a picture. Another poke at Tristyn's ribs and his genuine annoyance in the painful gesture was threatening to turn arrogant smirks into sour grins. She readied her camera and took a shot. In the frame, the captain was smiling, his teeth glinting like the insignias on his uniform. Tristyn was smiling, but indeed, he wasn't ready for the first shot. "Once more, please."<br><br>Danielle listened to the captain's interest in the magazine's interest in Fleet Week. "That would be wonderful, Sir," she said through clenched teeth. She didn't want to be on a tour with this guy any more than he did. It is a date, set up by the captain himself, she thought. "I'll be here bright and early for the tour, Sir. Can I get one more photo, for good measure?" She readied her camera once more, aimed at the sailor and his superior, zoomed in a bit, and pressed the shutter, capturing a rather good photo. "Thank you, Sir." With a bow of her head she was gone, turning on her heel and walking briskly towards the gangway. She paused before descending down to turn around and look at the Lieutenant. Well, he does owe me for those pictures, she thought, turning back for the gangway and walking down towards the dock.
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				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 05:25:22</strong>
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				<strong>"SEVEN A.M.! Bright and early!"</strong><br><br>He shouted towards the girl as she gracefully left the ship with a joyous skip in her step, probably from the false feeling of her thinking she won their little disagreement.&nbsp; <em>'Just you wait and see!'</em> He thought as the captain smirked towards the young sailor "Now be good Leiutenant, show her the tour, take some good photos, Ill be looking through them before they publish, make sure she gets the greatest aspects of the navy," his face went from its cheerful mood to a stoic look of anger "your bloody arse depends on it irishman" He was subtly scolding Tristyn for being a known screw up.&nbsp; Tristyn just saluted his officer without replying, and as soon as the old man left he gritted his teeth, cursed, and held his side once again hobbling away.&nbsp; <br><br>The hours passed quickly as he found himself zoomign through the streets of California on his way towards his appartment complex.&nbsp; The sun was setting as the city lights light up the bustling city life.&nbsp; His bike slowed as he turned his visored head left towards the small drug store on the corner of the street. <em>'lets see these photos'</em> he thought as he pulled the bike up to the curb.&nbsp; Kick stand engaged he climbed from the bike to the street and soon found his way into the store front and finally to the photo desk.&nbsp; His eyes searched her photos as the words slowly slipped from his lips <strong>"shes amazing with this stuff"<strong></strong></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 05:51:06</strong>
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				Danielle was already on the dock when she heard a shout from up above on the main deck. She turned, but saw no one trying to get her attention. Surely it was that moron sailor, telling her to be bright and early for the tour. She turned her head toward the top of the gangway, visualized the sailor waving her goodbye with a stupid smile on his face and responded with gritted teeth and a sour face.<br><br><hr><strong>The next day, 06:55</strong><br><br>Danielle woke up on the wrong side of the bed and cursed the alarm she inadvertently set to 6:00am instead of the usually 9:00am. Being a work-at-home photojournalist, she never had to come in late for work. She was usually up and ready in the middle of the morning to either go out and snap pictures or sit at her computer writing articles for her section of the magazine. Remembering the terms of her meeting today, the sailor's shout over the edge of the main deck, telling her to be back there at 7:00am, she had got out of bed and got ready. Seeing a slight fog over the bay told her to wear something warm. She donned a jacket with a hood lined with faux fur, a shirt underneath, skinny jeans and a pair of sneakers before grabbing her camera, extra memory stick, and extra battery. Ready for another day, she briskly exited her apartment.<br><br>She took the bus to the pier, and remembering that it was the second day of Fleet Week, Danielle observed the already crowded groups of tourists, visitors and locals on the sidewalks. It looked like a weekend, even though it was just Tuesday. She check her watch, spying the digital number reading 6:55am and increased her pace. Luckily there had only been a few people lined up on the gangway. She excused herself up the ramp, spotting an already active main deck. That guy shouting 7:00am was not joking. Danielle couldn't help but snap a few photos of the men hard at work. At the top of the ramp was a sailor, directing the traffic of guests getting on board the ship. She approached him and greeted him, introducing herself. "Hello, I'm Danielle Avena, photojournalist for San Francisco Magazine. I have a personal tour with Lieutenant Phoenix," she told the sailor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 06:20:42</strong>
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				His eyes snapped open from his bed as the jingling sound of the classic alarm echoed through the small apartment.&nbsp; <strong> "Six a.m. my arse"</strong> he yawned as he slapped the clock to stop it, picking it up adjusted the arrows <strong>"seven will put me there at eigth, aw what the hell, she can brew alittle bit, well do seven thirty"</strong>&nbsp; he set the alarm down after reseting the time.&nbsp; His eyes closed as he would sleep for another hour making himself late.<br><br><hr><br><strong> 8:30 a.m., Hour and a Half Late</strong><br><br>He unclicked the latch of his helmet and slipped it off before hooking it to the motorcycles handle bar letting it dangle.&nbsp; Pulling the keys from the ignition he leasurly made his way up the plank and onto the main deck.&nbsp; Truthfully he hadn't cared to meet the girl, yes she was pretty and yes she was talented, but she could cost him his life in the service.&nbsp; Making his way bellow deck he found the bunks where he was assigned to leave his bellongings.&nbsp; As he slowly unpacked and settled in, there was an abrupt knock at the small sleeping cabins door as the Tristyn turned the sailor stood in the door frame.&nbsp; "A miss Avena is here to see you sir" the younger and lesser ranking sailor spoke before stepping aside to present the young lady.<br><br>What had happened earlier was that Tristyn was late, on purpose, so Danielle was lead to a small waiting room bellow deck where she met some other freindly sailors who alot more polite then the LT. was.&nbsp; After wait for the whole hour and a half she was finally beconed by the young sailor from the morning and lead to Tristyn directly.<br><br><strong> "hmm, your still here"</strong> he muttered more so to himself then her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 09:59:13</strong>
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				"I'm sorry, I'm afraid he hasn't arrived yet," the young sailor responded. "You know Fleet Week, miss, beers are half off for all sailors. Would you mind if I take you in to a waiting room?"<br><br>"Sure. Thank you," she said, taking control of her real emotions and keeping her thoughts inside. I can't believe that fucker stood me up. I hope he gets more of his ribs broken because of this, she thought. With another man taking his place at the top of the gangway, the young sailor escorted Danielle below deck down a couple hallways to a small waiting room with a bench mounted to the wall. She sat on the bench and watched the sailor disappear beyond the door.<br><br>With no one present in the waiting room at the moment, Danielle took her time to stretch any kinks out of her joints, since she had to get out of bed and prepare herself for today. She had no time to eat and her lower back ached for some reason. She was ready to curse the sailor that blew her off when she heard footsteps marching down the hallway. A sailor passed the opening to the room and instinctively looked into it to see if anybody was inside. Upon seeing Danielle, he entered and introduced himself and then asked why she was waiting in the room.<br><br>"I'm here for a personal tour with Lieutenant Phoenix. I'm Danielle Avena, a photojournalist from San Francisco Magazine," she stated her business and introduced herself as well. After shaking hands with the sailor, an idea popped into her head. If this Lieutenant Phoenix was going to take his sweet time getting here, she might as well use her time wisely and get stories for potential side articles for the magazine. "If you don't mind, I'd like to interview you and maybe get your picture to use in the magazine."<br><br>With every request to interview and take pictures, Danielle did not get one refusal. The sailors, though stressed with the business of the ship during Fleet Week, were friendly and polite and answered Danielle's question to the best of their ability. She recorded interviews with a recorder and took a picture of every sailor she met.<br><br>Before she knew it, time had passed by. The young sailor from before arrived and took her out of the waiting room and escorted her to the bunk area. He knocked on the wall, alerting one particular person inside. "A Miss Avena is here to see you, Sir," he addressed the Lieutenant. Danielle showed herself from behind the wall...<br><br>...and was greeted the way she expected to be greeted ... by <em>him</em>. Her fascination of the ship and its occupants suddenly faded away and all the demerit she had for this man exposed themselves once more. With the sailor gone from the immediate area, she spoke up, "Are we going to do this damn tour or what?" For good measure, she took another picture of a man not expecting to be captured on film another time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 18:26:13</strong>
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				Turning on heels he pointed his finger towards her <strong>"one more picture of me and ill break that thing!"</strong> he growled as he looked her frame over before holding out a white envelope to her. <strong> "your annoying, a pain in my side,"</strong> he pointed to the bruised area of his ribs <strong> "However with that said, you do have tallent"</strong> once she took the envelope he retreaved a clipboard with paperwork on it handing it to her.&nbsp; <strong> "once your done looking over your photos from yesterday fill out that clipboard releaving me from any harm or accidents that could happen to you while aboard the ships lower halfs, and no its not a promise of a demise, its standard paperwork the navy requires before civilians enter unseen parts of a ship."</strong><br><br>He rubbed his eyes still alittle sleepy since he didn't have care arrive on time.&nbsp; Today was his off day and she got him in trouble and how she performed today reflected on his life and if he had a job with the navy.&nbsp; <strong> "so how did you learn this?"</strong> he waved his hand about insinuating her skills behind the camera.&nbsp; He seemed genuinely interested in how well she took the photos from the night prior.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 19:23:49</strong>
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				Danielle did not expect such a response from the Lieutenant. She was caught off guard and would back away if he lunged for her prized possession, her camera. Instead of a lunge, his arm reached forward holding out a white envelope.<br><br>When the man said she was annoying him, causing him real pain on the place his captain was poking the other day, Danielle wondered if she went too far with her antics. She took the envelope from him and opened it, revealing a lone memory stick. She looked up at the Lieutenant, wondering why he was giving her back the card and saw no hostility. He would have growled some more, but he sure was in pain. Maybe he woke up on the wrong side of the bed too, she thought. She popped her current memory stick out and inserted the one from the envelope. Instantly, once she turned the camera on, the pictures she took from yesterday, even the failed photos of the air show, were display upon pressing the review button. He eyes lit up and she was in awe, more so from this rather kind gesture from Lieutenant Phoenix. "I thought ... I thought you..." she said, but got a response saying she had talent. Danielle could not help but smile, knowing she got her material back.<br><br>She received the clipboard with the paperwork on it and released her hands from the camera, letting it hang from her neck. She took a pen out of her jacket and took a seat on an empty bunk and began filling out the paperwork. The wording the man used, that they were going into the bowels of the ship, made her half excited and half worried. Never had she been in the inner workings of a ship of this size and power, yet thinking about it a second time, civilians rarely get this chance. The part that worried her was whether there were certain places where injury and even death was a clear possibility. She hoped this tour didn't become too dangerous.<br><br>As she was filling out the form, Phoenix waved his hand, motioned to her camera and asked how did she learn to take picture like that. She gladly answered, "I've always had a camera in my hand my whole life. Starting in my teenage years, I was taking pictures of everything, posed shots of my family, friends, candid shots of strangers, scenery like landscapes and cityscapes. I did learn how to stabilize my hands and how to have good posture while attending college here in San Francisco. You could say I was a natural." She didn't know why she stated all that. The Lieutenant wasn't even a friend, but she was sharing her life like it didn't belong to her exclusively. She looked up momentarily to find that man favor his side. "So, off the record, you're in pain, right?" Danielle pointed to the side where the captain had poked countless times yesterday. "Like right there. I can see you got a black eye too, there's no hiding that. So how did you get those injuries?"<br><br>As he explained, or refused to explain, she continued to fill out the form, signing at the bottom and putting today's date on it. When she was finished, she gave the clipboard back to Lieutenant Phoenix.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 23:35:02</strong>
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				His eyes rolled as the question fell off her lips.&nbsp; It was weeks ago when it happened, and the nurses said his ribs would heal within the week, byt he obviously felt they were still sore.&nbsp; <strong> "I'm great at making bad choices in life"</strong> he looked towards her sitting form as she filled out the mandated form.&nbsp; <em>'What the hell do you care?'</em> the words played in his head along with the images of him taking the two small kids in his troop down.&nbsp; He was faced to face with his own Lt. when the military police showed up, but he was blamed for the fighting and the two hurt sailors and was quickly sent off for punishments.<br><br>Punishments that landed him here, stuck taking this girl around the ship on a personal tour on his day off <strong> "My Seal Platoon didn't care for me, so they turned on me after a bad trainning day"</strong><br><br>Once she had completed the paper he took it leabing the small bunk room waving for her to follow.&nbsp; He passed a smaller younger kid around the age of 18 and handed the clipboard off to him. <strong> "take this up to captains desk so he can verify this himself, if needed come find me"</strong>&nbsp; the young kid nodded before turned and scampering off.&nbsp; Tristyn turned to her <strong> "So Dani, if I can call you that, where would you like to start? You have talent, so your lucky I showed up at all let alone gave you your photos back, which i skimmed through and found nothing comprable"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 08:06:34</strong>
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				<em>At least he's telling the truth and not just jokes,</em> she thought as she listened to his response. What kind of man was he that his platoon would turn on him? What did he do to garner the unwanted attention and land him in this position? Obviously, Danielle didn't know the extent of what happened to him two weeks ago, but by the time the lieutenant was finished talking, he was already up off the bed and exiting the bunk area. The waving of his hand gestured her up off the mattress, stashing the envelope and memory in the inside pocket of her jacket, and following the man outside. They walked down the hallway and when a young sailor passed the lieutenant, he was stopped and told to take the clipboard to the captain. After the young man nodded and went on his way, Lieutenant Phoenix turned to her asking, <em>"So Dani, if I can call you that, where would you like to start? You have talent, so your lucky I showed up at all let alone gave you your photos back, which i skimmed through and found nothing comprable."</em><br><br><strong>"Firstly, you can call me Danielle or Miss Avena, Lieutenant Phoenix, and secondly, I thought this was a personal tour, where I'm the tour group and you're the tour guide. Aren't you supposed to lead me on a tour?"</strong> Danielle stated her terms. <strong>"And also, you looked through my photos!? No one asked you to look through them..."</strong> she trailed off, clearly pissed that her property had been confiscated by this prick, searched through and given back to her. Well, the part where she was given back the memory card was a plus on this guy's scoreboard. <em>Was it a waste to be mad at this man? What right do I have to be mad at him, on this ship even? I'd rather the captain be mad, not me,</em> she thought to herself. She turned back to the man. <strong>"Nevermind. I ... I realize there are places that may go against national security and the security of this ship, so this is me allowing you to take me to places that I'm allowed to take photos of."</strong><br><br><em>Why am I backing down from this guy?</em> she asked herself. Still, she couldn't wrestle her right to go anywhere she wanted to. She was indeed worried that there were places on the ship that were dangerous. Danielle waited for a response from the man who seemed to be in his own head considering whatever she said to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 05:15:47</strong>
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				<strong> "Well Dani,"</strong> his attitude was like a light switch, almost bipolar, one minute he would seem genuine the next he became a total ass hole.&nbsp; To some they would consider this a way of escaping, a fear of getting to close, fear or rejection.&nbsp; But truthfully, he had no clue why he was this way, he jsut simply was. <strong> "try to keep up, we'll stop for photos, follow me and don't get lost, you can get hurt, or break something valuable down here, and we don't want that now do we?"</strong>&nbsp; When he said the word <em>valuable</em> his eyes drifted to her camera before turning and starting off through a series of hatches leading into a bigger anit chamber.<br><br><strong> "keep up!"</strong> he shouted as he continued on through to the next room.&nbsp; Minuets passed before she found herself in a tightly cramped room that had to be at least ninty degrees fahrenheit.&nbsp; <strong> "This is the engine room, well engine room number one, this is the most we can show the public eye"</strong> sweat glistened from his forhead giving a slight glimmer to his blonde hair.&nbsp; His green eyes turned towards her before he raised his hand to point. <strong> "thats is Petty Officer First Class Mathews, his job here is to monitor these pipes to make sure the steam and nuclear readings are accurate, so we dont blow ourselves to hell."</strong> <br><br>He paused to let her catch some photos of the area and to take a small interview with the young Navy Nuke Mathews.&nbsp; When all was done he nodded his head to the Nuke before turning on heel <strong> "its a billion degrees down here, lets move"</strong>&nbsp; His green eyes traveled over her body still impressed with her looks.&nbsp; One would think a geeky girl with a camera would look, well wouldn't look this good. <em>'remember arse, she got you introuble, she want's nothing to do with you, eyes off her, eyes forward so you can get this damn tour over with and go home'[/b]</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 05:43:07</strong>
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				Danielle shot him an annoyed look, but didn't bother to correct his incorrect using of her name. Why bother with this guy, he'll always crack jokes when I least expect it. I'd rather expect that everything is a joke to him, she thought.<br><br><em>"Try to keep up, we'll stop for photos, follow me and don't get lost, you can get hurt, or break something valuable down here, and we don't want that now do we?"</em><br><br>Keep up? I couldn't get that whole sentence right there. Use periods, you Irish bastard, she said to herself. She was too pissed off to even consider that his use of 'valuable,' meant her valuable camera. Before she could think any more, a shout to <em>"Keep up!"</em> rang down the hallway and Lieutenant Phoenix momentarily disappearing where the shout came from. "What an asshole," she quietly breathed and quickly started after the man.<br><br>She really had to keep up and to be mindful of objects jutting out into the hallway. This wasn't no cruise ship with flush hallways and carpeted floor. This was a real aircraft carrier. She also had to be mindful of her camera, for it could flail around and break easily if she didn't have a good hold on it. Minutes passed and suddenly she was in a cramped room. <strong>"What the hell?"</strong> she audibly said through the noise coming from the machines around her. She found Lieutenant Phoenix waiting for her next to another sailor. Her thinking it was absolutely hotter in here was made true and was shown by the sweat on the man's forehead. She too had sweat on her forehead and since she had a jacket on, she felt she was more hotter than him. As the lieutenant explained the room and its importance, Danielle took her time to pin her hair up with a tie. She immediately felt a bit better, but the temperature did not let up. Come on, Danielle, you've been in worst places before! she encouraged herself. She turned on her camera and immediately started snapping pictures. She had no time to protest about the heat. She had a job to do.<br><br>She was introduced to the sailor monitoring the engines and per Lieutenant's Phoenix permission, she was able to get a short interview and picture of the man. Ultimately, after just a few minutes in the room, she wanted out.<br><br><em>"Its a billion degrees down here, lets move,"</em> Lieutenant Phoenix said and off they went exiting the engine room. She had to give the proper respects to him. While she was there, visibly reacting to the intense heat of the room, he was there, waiting with a damn good poker face.<br><br><strong>"Yes, let's get out of here,"</strong> she said as they exited the engine room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>30-05-2013, 05:59:09</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Basic Aircraft Carrier "Nimitz" Class</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://media.defenceindustrydaily.com/images/SHIP_CVN-71_Theodore_Roosevelt_Cutaway_lg.jpg)</div></div><br><br>With quick movements he slipped from hall to hall aboard the ship as if he were one with the ship <strong> "Move quicker Dani!"</strong> he shouted back to her without even looking backwards.&nbsp; Glancing down to his watch he smiled <strong> "PERFECT!"</strong> perfect indeed, it was lunch time.&nbsp; With a sly grin he lead them upwards, up through ladders, up slick and narrow staircases, and up they went.&nbsp; Noise echoed down the hall as they leveled off and slowed to a soft brisk pace.<br><br><strong> "so you photographers get hungry?"</strong><br><br>They errupted into the mess hall as sailors and officers alike sat squaking away at whatever they wished to speak about.&nbsp; He continued pass the tables into the kitchens as a deep bellowing voice could be heard. "PHOENIX!," the man shouted "My Man! hows it going?"&nbsp; if she chose to follow she'd find a tall burley black man with a soft face and a big smile in the midst of a handshake with the lieutenant. Tristyn turned smiling at Danielle <strong> "This is Master Chief Petty Officer Jackson, however we call him Master Chef,"</strong> it was ironic as they played the puns off of simple things like the TV show 'south park'.&nbsp; The black gentlemen laughed light heartedly as he looked towards Tristyn "you didn't tell me beautiful young ladies like this follow you around?" <br><br>He extended his hand out to Dani smiling as he always did "Marcus Jackson at your service my lady" tall, dark, handsome, and a gentleman.&nbsp; Tristyn looked to her <strong> "Oh yeah, Marcus this is Dani...Danielle Avena, Photographer of sorts," </strong> his assholeness shown through as he waved off her profession as if it was nothing <strong> "Captin' wants her here to make the ship look good, so my first thought was you my friend"</strong><br><br>The cook blushed as he looked the girl over "well my dear I am honored..." his pleasentries were cut short by the assholes mouth once more <strong>"so anywho, whats for lunch man?"</strong>&nbsp; he turned his back to Danielle as he looked the food selections over.&nbsp; Speaking once more <strong> "Dani come get something, you probably wont eat till your off this damn vessel so eat up, its on Captin's tab"</strong> he smirked&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>30-05-2013, 10:59:36</strong>
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				How do these sailors travel around this place so fast without a map? Danielle couldn't but ask herself, for as soon as she was down the hallway coming out of the hot engine room, she could hear Lt. Phoenix from down another hallway, telling her to hurry up. You could be kind and wait for a girl, dammit, she cursed. She wasn't as annoyed at the lieutenant incorrectly addressing her by her nickname as the fact that he didn't took the time to wait for her. No fair, fucker, you have the home field advantage. How am I supposed to know where everything is? I'm just a fuckin' visitor. I wonder if any girl has been attracted to him, cuz I certainly am not.<br><br>She had been fortunate that the lieutenant kept letting her know where his presence was in relation to her location. The metal walls sure bounce the sound waves pretty well. I'm glad I found this dude, she said, finally setting her eyes on the lieutenant, who didn't look the least bit tired from all the traveling. Danielle on the other hand had unzipped the front of her jacket to let the cool air of the rest of the ship circulate closer to her heated body.<br><br><em>"So you photographers get hungry?"</em> Tristyn asked, to which Danielle responded as if in defeat, "I'm starving." She was surprised she made it this far on an empty stomach.<br><br>Fortunately, for her, Lt. Phoenix had escorted her to the mess hall, the cafeteria of the ship. Though cramped, the room could seat about a hundred sailors and officers at a time. Not knowing it was lunch time, Danielle assumed that the room was full at every hour of the day. No one but the lieutenant gave her any notice and Danielle mirrored the ignorance. Her eyes lingered not on the men gathered in the hall, but on the food they were eating. Comfort food! she thought as if in a trance, though she was well aware of her escort, who made his way past tables and into the kitchen. Along the way, Danielle snapped a good two dozen of candid photos of the people eating in the mess hall.<br><br>Upon entering the kitchen, she noted the room had a hotter temperature, though not close to the nuclear temperature levels in the engine room. The heat, as well as smells and aromas, in the room were aspects of an inviting atmosphere, reminiscent of her mother's kitchen. The cooks were busy preparing and making dishes for all the people on board and seeing another photo opportunity, Danielle took her camera and snapped a few more photos of the kitchen.<br><br>Her concentration into her work was interrupted by a deep voice, yelling out the lieutenant's name. She round a corner to find Lt. Phoenix giving and receiving greetings with a tall, black man with a soft face and a big smile. Tristyn then turned and smiled at her and for a second, she thought she had seen a genuine smile, but had to snap out of her train of thought in order to be introduced to the man. <strong>"Nice to meet you,"</strong> she said, approaching like the lieutenant to give the man a handshake. She noted the sheer contrast of the sizes of their hands. She assumed his nickname of Master Chef was because of those big hands, with enough strength to making macaroni and cheese for a legion of soldiers. Danielle couldn't help but blush at the black man's comment. <br><br><em>"Oh yeah, Marcus this is Dani ... Danielle Avena, photographer of sorts ... Captin' wants her here to make the ship look good, so my first thought was you my friend."</em> Tristyn said, making his introduction of Danielle as lousy one. You're such an asshole, Daniele said to herself, I'm a photojournalist. There's a difference.<br><br>It was the niceties from the chef that distracted her of Tristyn's further annoyance towards her. While Tristyn was an asshole, Marcus along with a few others, were pure gentlemen. <strong>"May I--"</strong> she started, wanting to have a mini interview of the cook and take a few pictures, but Tristyn's interest in the food interrupted her. Right when I try to make this article on this ship and its routine and crew the professional way, this dick comes in and ruins the vibe. How can anyone work with him? she thought, showing a ticked-off face towards the lieutenant.<br><br><em>"Dani come get something, you probably wont eat till your off this damn vessel so eat up, its on Captin's tab,"</em> Tristyn said as he went back into the mess hall to check out the selections of food. <br><br>The rumble in her stomach told Danielle that clearly, the lieutenant was right. At the pace they were going, it would be nightfall by the time the job was done. Plus, she was too hungry at the moment to protest and complain. She turned on her heel to go back into the mess hall, but stopped herself. Since her stomach won't let her do a good interview with the sight and smells of food around her, enticing her appetite, she thought she might as well get a posed photo of the chef. <strong>"May I?"</strong> she asked, gesturing her camera and Marcus turned and gave the same big, bright smile that he gave earlier. <strong>"Perfect. Thank you!"</strong><br><br>Didn't he say this was going to be on the Captain's tab? she asked herself, trying to remember what he just said. I wonder if it's gonna go onto <em>his</em> tab instead. I would pay to see that scene. She emerged back at the buffet line in the mess hall and found Lt. Phoenix perusing through the food, trying to figure out what to get. Though there wasn't a definite line he was holding up, Danielle thought it might a good time to get a little bit of payback. She stepped beside him, on the side where his sensitive area was, as if in wonder why he hadn't picked up a serving spoon and put any food on his tray. "What's taking you so long?" she asked, directing a deliberate poke to Lt. Phoenix's ribs. She wondered what reaction he would use in a room full of fellow sailors and officers. I dare you to get mad at a female civilian onboard this ship, douchebag, she thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>31-05-2013, 03:05:33</strong>
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				<strong> "Hey marcus!"</strong> Tristyn shouted as he looked the food over with a big smile.&nbsp; Marcus always treated Tristyn well which was odd and it didn't seem to fit well with the sailors jackass like attitude.&nbsp; One would think that Tristyn deserved all shit that one man could handle and maybe a little more.&nbsp; Yet this taller, burley, and always smiling sailor treated the Lt. like he was a brother.&nbsp; Did they have history? were they friends?&nbsp; What ever it was Tristyn seemed somewhat more relaxed near the black man versus anywhere else on the ship.<br><br>The blackman's head poked out from the door "what do wish Sire Phoenix?" he joked<br><br>Tristyn truthfully was looking for the one thing that made Marcus a true friend, his master work loaded mac and cheese.&nbsp; It was a dish that the sailor could eat for all three daily meals needed.&nbsp; Scoop the mac and cheese into a bowl, top it with cut up chicken, garnish it with tomatoes, bacon bits, and shredded cheese, and tada! It was a perfect meal, ffrom a great man.&nbsp; <br><br><strong> "No..cheese...mac..." </strong> he gave a puppy dog face pretending to cry as the cook just laughed "not today my friend, all out of mac, next week we'll have it in before we ship out up coast, so you can wait!" he shouted disappearing back into the kitchen.&nbsp; Broken hearted he frowned looking around <strong> "it all seems mundane with out that"</strong> he said softly to himself forgetting she was there. <em>'cute photographer you dolt'</em> he nearly smacked his forhead as he began to turn. <strong> "Dani you gotta try Marcus' mac and..."</strong>&nbsp; He wanted to tell her about the most amazing thing ship held, however that is when it hit.<br><br>PAIN!<br><br>His eyes squinted as he lent forward bracing the counter top.&nbsp; Lightning surged through him as he found his teeth gritting, white nuckles clenched as nausea settled in.&nbsp; <em>'dammit, why the fuck did you do that!?!'</em> his head screamed as he felt himself sweating.&nbsp; He needed a few moments to regain himself as the pain died to a dull thrum in his side.&nbsp; <strong> "fractured,"</strong> he said through his teeth looking down <strong>"fucking ribs"</strong> his voice was low to not cause a scene.&nbsp; Did she know what she did? did she do it intentionally? was it an accident? all the thoughts raced through his mind.<br><br>Anger soon became the dominant emotion as he once more turned her way pointing into her face.&nbsp; His finger was angled upward and mear inches from her nose. <em>'you bitch! I told you the rib was fractured! You were the one who asked! or don't you care! you don't fucking care do you! What the hell is your problem!'</em> His mind wanted his lips to speak his true words but all she got was a low growl of anger mixed with a hint of pain and a <strong> "get your damn food!"</strong> in a soft hush.&nbsp; He pushed past her almost knocking her over as he only held an apple.&nbsp; He made his way to a table off near the enterance to the mess hall.&nbsp; As he passed by, the Captain just smile up at him "enjoy lunch" the cocky old asshole of man said to Tristyn before the young sailor sat slightly secluded. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 11:28:17</strong>
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				Danielle was expecting the guy to be furious at her for poking him in a sensitive area, but she was met with the words 'fractured' and 'fucking ribs'. The lieutenant was recommending she should try something along the lines of a unique mac and cheese, but her poking had interrupted it. The dude didn't look at all annoyed. The majority of his expression was that of pain, and excruciating pain at that. Had I poked an injury I thought was minor, but was actually major? Did his scuffle with his platoon been that serious? she thought, recollecting the talk with the Captain on the main deck yesterday. He had poked him in the same place, but then, she thought he was overly sensitive to people punching him in that area. Danielle assumed it was a guy thing, having a few guy friends herself who always took an open opportunity to wrestle another to the point of tapping out.<br><br>She watched the man grab an apple from the basket above the buffet trays and forced out a soft, yet angry whisper, <em>"Get your damn food!" </em>She stepped out of the way and almost was knocked over into an adjacent table as the man passed. She watched him walk to a secluded spot at a table near the end of the mess hall. His back was turned as he sat down and Danielle couldn't read his expression from that far. Had the location where she poked been an injury similar to that of bruises or fractured ribs? LT. Phoenix did mouth those words under her breath as he recoiled from the tiny poke. Danielle couldn't help but feel guilty at her uncalled-for prod at his side.<br><br>Even as she turned to put food on her food tray, she kept looking back at the lieutenant, hoping he was alright and wondered if his injury had been doctored. Grabbing a piece of lasagna and a salad with a bottle of water, she made her way to the lieutenant's table with a spare food tray in hand. Danielle sat opposite the lieutenant and, concerned more for the man rather than her food and her rumbling belly, she asked as gently as she could, <strong>"Are you okay?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 06:17:30</strong>
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				<strong>"I'm fine,"</strong><br><br>the words slipped from his lips with a soft undertone to them.&nbsp; He wasn't angry at her truthfully, he was more so in pain than anything else.&nbsp; His side gave him a small but sharp pain as he sat there breathing softly.&nbsp; With his appitite lost he sat there just staring the red apple down wondering how good it would have been had he any urge to consume it.&nbsp; <em> 'did she know it was this bad?'</em>&nbsp; he questioned himself as his green eyes looked up to find her concerned face glued to him.<br><br><strong> "honestly, ill live, I always seem to"</strong> <em>'maybe she didnt know it was this bad?'</em> he gave a weak smile trying to bring her out of here worried look.&nbsp; <strong> "look, lets start over, cause i've been an arse" </strong> he held his hand out across the table to her.&nbsp; He shook lightly showing signs of the pain but attempted to play it of as calmly as he could.&nbsp; Oddly enough he didn't want her feeling responsable for the pain <strong>"Im Lieutenant Tristyn Phoenix"</strong> he continued.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 21:15:16</strong>
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				Fine? This man didn't look at all fine. It looked like he is going to fall to the floor this very moment. One more touch would do it, but I wouldn't want to, seeing how serious this was, she thought. She was genuinely concerned for the man, even though nobody around had the same concern.<br><br>Damn right you've been ass, Danielle thought, but turned around in her thoughts, a handsome ass, more like. She reached her hand to hold his and she gently shook it as to not make the lieutenant's injury worse. "Danielle Avena, photojournalist," she responded. She contemplated on what she should do. His eating of one apple would not help him heal and it surely won't give him enough energy for the rest of the day. Then an idea hit her. She took off her camera from her neck and set it down in front of Tristyn. <strong>"Wait here a moment,"</strong> she said, getting up and making her way to the buffet line again. She looked around before heading into the kitchens and surprisely, no one gave a damn. She looked and found big ol' Marcus.<br><br>"Hey, the beautiful Miss Avena," Marcus said as he saw her. "Is Lt. Phoenix being an asshole again?"<br><br><strong>"No, he's actually in pain, due to my doing, and I think finding out your mac and cheese is gone, he's in more pain. I'd like to make it up to him. I bet you have cheese, bacon bits, tomato, oh and bread crumbs, but you don't have macaroni. Why not just put in a different type of pasta. Like lasagna. I bet you have leftover lasagna. Just cut that up and make your cheesy mac. I bet you can do it. And make two bowls. I'd like to try it,"</strong> she said to the black man. <strong>"Man, I wish I had a camera right now. I would like to take pictures of your work."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 17:26:33</strong>
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				His hand shake was a firm one however his thoughts were on how soft the toung ladies hands were.&nbsp; Truthfully it had been a while since he'd willingly touched a lady.&nbsp; This wasn't by choice however, being in the navy let alone a navy seal was a daunting task.&nbsp; When they called you answered that was how the game is played.&nbsp; So being over seas and being on a ship for anywhere up to six months at a time limited you to whome you had contact with.&nbsp; A smile creased his lips at the refreashing feeling.&nbsp; <br><br>He watched next how she removed her camera setting it on the table.&nbsp; When she began to rise his attention was shaken by her twlling him to wait here a moment.&nbsp; <strong> "uh...um...ok?"</strong> he watched her leave woth curiousity writen across his face.&nbsp; <em>'The kitc hen? Why you going back there? Wait your not aloud to go back there'</em> he didn't move however as he was still curious to what she had in store.<br><br>As she slipped into the kitchen the always smiling and joyous Marcus greated her and questioned her about Tristyns attitude. "You know ma'am if the ass is annoyin ya ill have a speak with him" Marcus had a southern accent probably drawing it from georgia or some near by state.&nbsp; His grammer and accent spoke low income but what was more amazing was how he brought himself into a good life in the navy.&nbsp; Plus that damn smile!<br><br>"So I do see where yer gettin at Miss Avena, but why are you going through these lengths to entertain the Commander, I mean the Lieutenant" Marcus was so used to calling Tristyn a Commander that he forgot he was demoted.&nbsp; The tall black man frowned sloghtly at the thought "such a shame" he sighed before the smile instantly came back.<br><br>"So please Miss Avena, tell me why" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 21:12:29</strong>
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				Danielle thought that a man of his brightness (regarding the smile he wore) wouldn't ask why she was requesting him to cook anything, but she was surprised at the sudden questions regarding her intentions. She visibly blushed with nervousness and something else she could explain at the moment. She took a deep breath and turned back to the black man. <strong>"I'm ... I'm sort of the reason why I'm here doing interviews and photoshoots on this ship. That Lieutenant, ooh,"</strong> she started, then switched to a sour face and recalled how annoying the man was. <strong>"He knows how to push my buttons. So, just now I thought I could too, but I didn't know the seriousness of his injury..."</strong> she pointed to her side, referring to the broken ribs. <strong>"I feel guilty somewhat. But earlier, before coming in here, he ... made..."</strong> she visibly blushed again and had to regain her composure by taking in more deep breaths. <strong>"He made up with me. A do-over, you could say. I ... I was just ... just so inspired by his change of character that ... well, I thought making his favorite dish, I assume comes from you, would .... cheer him up a bit. Is that too much to ask?"</strong> Danielle politely finished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 05:55:46</strong>
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				"Right," the tall black man nodded his head as his smile grew wider.&nbsp; One would think he couldn't smile any more, or that he didn't have any more teeth to show.&nbsp; However Marcus stretched his mouth wide knowing her true thoughts and feelings "The Lieutenant is a good man, with a great heart, he comes off as a supposed hard ass, but he's hidding alot, he's good sailor and an even better friend, just be kind" The man went about the task of creating his legendary mac and cheese the best he could.<br><br>Within moments the food artist had a small plate prepped up and ready for her "this isn't the true way its made, however with limited supplies, I truthfully believe it'll get your point across," he winked at her as he placed the ceramic plate on a red tray.&nbsp; "Do remember, he an ass yes a bloody one at that, but be kind" Marcus defended this man blindly, something alot of people wouldn't do, and for a man like Tristyn made it that much weirder.&nbsp; He gave a lite bow to her before turning and returning to the work previously.<br><br>Meanwhile.<br><em> 'you bloody arse you, did you scare her away?'</em> a sigh escaped him as his eyes left the kitchen doors returning to his apple.&nbsp; His stomache was empty however he couldn't bring himself to eat.&nbsp; Minutes passed as his eyes shifted from table to door, no return. <strong> "yup, good job moron, you went to far and scared her away, why am I even caring?&nbsp; Remember she got you stuck here, now she's gone, and now you can go home!" </strong> he was speaking to aloud to himself as he pushed from the table and began to stand.&nbsp; His thoughts raced on what he would do later after he got home.&nbsp; But, for some odd reason she came back to thought. He turned back to the kitchen once more now standing.<br><br><em> 'Where are you Danielle?'[/b]</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 10:31:01</strong>
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				Danielle never knew anyone who could smile and then the next second, smile even more. It wasn't just a continuous smile, it was a wider one grown from a regular smile. This smile had good intentions in it and Danielle could not help but grow one of her own. She listened to the black man say that Phoenix was a good man, despite the asshole exterior. I thought as much, Danielle thought, continuing to listen. She realized a man being in the Navy would have to suck up any cowardice and put up front his pride. Take away the pride and expose the hidden would leave someone like Tristyn vulnerable to attack. But Danielle wasn't one who would attack. In fact, she grew to love the real Tristyn just by a little bit just by listening to this humble black man speak. The words, 'be kind,' hit her and she knew exactly how to act in front of Tristyn. Be kind, not the annoying little brat I think I was yesterday, she assured herself.<br><br>As the words, 'be kind,' lingered in her mind, she watched as the Master Chef wasted no time in preparing the meal she had requested. Those large hands, cooking up something delicate like a home-cooked meal to bring morale up and fill bellies with comfort. In no time at all, a small plate was prepared and given to her. She put the plate on an empty tray, but stopped to listen to whatever advice Marcus had left for her. Get my point across, she thought of the phrase. What point am I trying to get across to Lt. Phoenix? she thought. That, despite I'm a little annoying at first, I can be as kind as an angel? Is that a good point? She looked at the exquisite craftsmenship of the cut-up lasagna noodles bathing in molten cheese keeping chunks of chicken and bacon flakes afloat on the surface, losing herself for a bit and then realizing something. She thought to herself, If I was as hungry and hurt as that guy is, then a plate like this would certainly open me up to kindness. I have to kind, that's all.<br><br>Marcus reiterated his advice to be kind and Danielle responded, <strong>"Right. Be kind."</strong> The black man gave a bow to Danielle and she did the same, giving the man a slight nod, not wanting to have this delicate plate of goodness fall to the floor is she performed a bow. She turned and made her way out of the kitchen and right when Tristyn finished asking his question to the air, she appeared from behind the doorway, carrying what looked to be food. Upon closer inspection, it looked to be Marcus' Cheesy Mac, though without the macaroni. In its place ... were those lasagna noodles. Danielle set the tray with the plate on top in front of Tristyn. <strong>"Here you go. I know it doesn't look like your favorite dish, but ... just try it,"</strong> she told him, snatching the apple from his hand and replacing it with a spoon. She glanced at her camera, but realized it was an object that played very well in annoying the lieutenant so for the moment, she just left it there. Her urge to take a picture of this fleeting moment had to be controlled, for Tristyn's sake. She hoped he would like the dish.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 06:17:02</strong>
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				His distraught was instantly removed as she emerged from beind the kitchen door.&nbsp; She was carying something which caused him to cock an eyebrow as she appraoched.&nbsp; When she swiftly set the make shift mac and cheese down on the table and removed the apple from his grasp his greens eyes looked the shorter girl over.&nbsp; <strong>"His mac and cheese?"</strong> he looked at her confused as he slowly sat back down beconing her to sit. <strong> "Did you go back there and make this? for me?"</strong> he didn't disagree to her kind gesture as he began to down the food.<br><br>She found a wanting smile cross his lips as he closed his eyes <strong>"Amazing!"</strong> he exclaimed between bites as, within moments, he finished the plate.&nbsp; He looked to her with a smile <strong>"I was wrong about you, I really was"</strong> he looked down to her camera before back up to her <strong>"wanna see something cool? you cant use that, but your aloud to see it..."</strong> he stood and held a hand out to her respectfully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 08:38:38</strong>
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				What am doing? Danielle asked, standing as if she was a waitress on this large ship, waiting for a response like a waitress waits for an order. <em>"His mac and cheese?"</em> he asked her. She nodded with a slight rising of the corner of her mouth. She rounded the table and took a seat opposite him. <em>"Did you go back there and make this? For me?"</em><br><br><strong>"I didn't make it, but I asked Marcus if he could and he made it for me to give to you. I just needed to persuade him to use a different type of pasta in the place of mac,"</strong> she answered. <strong>"Go on, try it,"</strong><br><br>She was glad to see that Tristyn was responding to the food better than she expected. It was like he was the injured boy who fell off his bike and came home to a bowl of chicken noodle soup, helping him heal. She was no doctor, but she could tell that the lieutenant's spirits were lifted just a bit. In no time at all, every morsel of food was gone, leaving only a cheesy plate left. She witnessed the smile followed by the exclamation of how great the food was and she too smile, finding Tristyn just a tad bit more handsome this way.<br><br>Danielle had to admit. She was wrong about him too. After what Marcus told her in the kitchen, she began to believe that behind that rough exterior, was a vulnerable heart. And now that vulnerable heart was taking her somewhere, some place cameras cannot take pictures but where people can see, at least ... those people who are invited by an officer of this ship, she assumed. <strong>"Sure,"</strong> she said and took the lieutenant's hand and stood, grabbing her camera with her other hand. She couldn't believe this man was touching her hand with his own, instead of backhanding her, which half the time, she expect him to do that to someone. His hand was rough, with experience and work making callouses on it, but they were delicate. He gripped her hand, as if not wanting to let go, but also considering that the hand he held was much weaker than his. I wonder how soft is his soft side, Danielle thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 15:30:51</strong>
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				She was pulled along through the corridors of the ship veering left then right then left again.&nbsp; Stairs came then disappeared and as quickly as they were gone the two seemed to be flying down another set.&nbsp; He had a child like excitment to him that spoke words to his emotions even though he winced every now and then from pain..&nbsp; The simple things in life seemed to be the ones that entertained hin the most and he surly hoped she was ok with what they were about to see. <br><br>They leveled off down a long hallway and she found his pace slowing.&nbsp; His breathing was heavy and his free hand clutched his side but what she also found was he had never let her hand go.&nbsp; His hand held hers tightly as to not loose it however soft enough to not hurt her.&nbsp; In respect to the three little bears his grip was 'just right'. <strong> "now we can't see it up close however it is still cool" </strong> they stopped at a door where Tristyn finally let her go and knocked.&nbsp; Moments passed before someone answered and soon eno ugh after pleasantries were exchanged they two entered the room.<br><br><strong> "this is the nuclear reactor room, were safe here behind the glass, but this is the engine of the ship"</strong> he pointd out from the glass room they stood in.&nbsp; His fingers pointed to the parts of the reactor as he gave a small lesson on the engine and how the steam pumps ran from the engine to power the turbines and what ever else he wanted to add. He smiled at her weakly hoping she found this as interesting as he did. <br><br><strong> "Cool huh?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 07:55:12</strong>
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				Danielle was glad that she was holding onto his hand. For one, the two of them flew through hallways, down staircases and through more hallways at such a speed, the moment one or the other tripped on something, their hands would be separated. For another reason, much more personal that the first, she actually enjoyed this hand that was holding hers. It kept a good grip on her so that they were always together, no matter how fast or efficient Tristyn navigated the many hallways and staircases in the ship. It also was gentle, not like the hand of a asshole who she thought Tristyn was through and through. <br><br>Their pace slowed and Danielle realized that both of them breathed heavily. He went so fast that Danielle had no time to catch her breath. The only things she could do was protect her lens and to hold on for dear life. She had managed to do both and not get lost in the process. The one thing she noticed was even though their pace slowed to a walking pace, Tristyn never let go of her hand. As her breathing got normal, she couldn't help but stared at the hand that held hers. It felt right and she didn't at all get the idea to pull her hand free.<br><br>They stopped at a door, but Danielle didn't bother to respond to his childlike phrasing. To say something was 'cool,' reminded her of her pre-adolescent cousins. That and the hand, made her feel like she was in grade school, though then, she was too shy to have a boyfriend. So this is what that feels like, she said to herself. Even when Tristyn let go of her hand to knock on the door, she clutched the hand that was held to her chest, as if it was a prized possession. Yes, the feeling that linger was 'just right.'<br><br>Moments passed before someone answered the door and after introductions and greetings were exchanged they were through the door. As per the man's instructions, she took off her camera and set it on a table near the door. She then followed Tristan into the room, where he then introduced her to the nuclear reactor room. Never had she been this close to a reactor before and this was a sight to behold. It's no wonder why you can't Google 'aircraft carrier nuclear reactor' and expect to find a decent picture of it. Still, it was amazing to think that out of all the civilians being led on tours higher up on the ship, she was here in the 'belly of the beast,' as they say. She listened to how Tristyn gave a lesson about how the engine worked, from the superheated rods and the water that made the steam and other thing he wanted to add. All in all, Danielle enjoyed his lesson and it brought a slight smile to her face.<br><br><strong>"It's cool. Thank you, for doing this,"</strong> she said, then turned around finding that they were alone in the room. <strong>"You know, for taking time out of your day to show me around the ship. I'm sorry for being an annoyance to you. I realize that you help to run a tight ship and I didn't respect you properly."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 05:48:45</strong>
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				<strong> "Eh, your not really annoying, I'm just an arse"</strong> He smiled softly realizing the truth behind his words.&nbsp; He softly lent against the glass window staring out at the nuclear devise that was used to power the ship.&nbsp; Human engineering at its greatest stood meer 20 feet from the two, a device that marveled millions and rivaled any other engine.&nbsp; However his thoughts weren't on the machine or how it split atoms to move the iron giant known as the USS Ronald Regan.&nbsp; No, his thoughts were on her, and he found himself slowly gazing over towards her.<br><br><strong> "So Dani, I mean Danielle, I, You"</strong> He sibtly gave a charasmatic smirk <strong>"look, you seem nice and all, so...</strong> he draged the word as he thought of how to truly say what he ment.&nbsp; However he feared rejection more then anything so he sugar coated.&nbsp; <strong>"Look my favorite singer will be in town, a small time chruch converted to a bar, its a place called Altar Bar,"</strong> he gulped as a shy nervousness fell over him.&nbsp; <strong> "anywho, a couple of us are going down there to see him and well if you'd like, come along with your camera and see how sailors live their real lives, and maybe we could get back stage and you could have billions of photos and a few stories and possibly an interview or two...maybe?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 11:46:17</strong>
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				<em>"Eh, you're not really annoying, I'm just an arse,"</em> Tristyn replied. I know that, Marcus told me, Danielle said to herself. I'm glad you admitted it. She never truly forgot the feeling of his hand holding onto hers, never letting go. She liked it and it was slowly intoxicating her, much more than the radiation from the nuclear reactors twenty feet away from them. She looked at her hand and like a prized possession, cherished the sensation that lingers on her fingers, her palm, her knuckles ... then he spoke up.<br><br>I like how he says my name, Danielle, she thought. She hung on every word, understand both his nervousness and his getting-to-the-point. Is he asking me out right now? Out of all places, he would do it here. For the first time, Danielle didn't think that what Tristyn was doing right now was idiotic. What's a more positive word for idiotic? Daring, risky, adventurous? That was what he was. Good draw, she further thought, noting the singer the man said was his favorite. Whoever it was, she'd like to see him, or her ... on a date with him. She slightly turned to hide the shock that she had thought of that scene. His two buddies with him in the Altar Bar and her showing up, meeting her there like it's a divine appointment, pun intended. She managed to hide both her shock and her grin and turned back to the lieutenant. He was offering her a rather attractive proposition, using her career and relative interest to get her there ... with him. Why am I wondering what would it be like with him?<br><br>The shy Danielle inside of her wanted to run, but her fascination of a man indirectly asking her out kept her still. <strong>"I would like that,"</strong> she said simply with a smile. She dared not to ask for the time, thinking Lt. Phoenix would have the guts and the gentlemen quality to set the time of ... their date. Her cheeks became rosy red with the excitement that this offer was indeed ... a date.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 22:04:13</strong>
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				The right corner of his mouth rose to form a smirk as he softly spoke <strong> "I'd like that to, a lot"</strong> he blushed softly turning back to look at the engine behind the glass.&nbsp; His mind raced, but his heart was beating even quicker. <em> 'she said yes, she wants to be seen in public with me, wait its work not a date. Not a date. Date'</em> his eyes moved quickly back to her as he straightened up.&nbsp; It was about two o'clock now and he knew that she probably would be leavimg soon.&nbsp; He didn't want to see her go but he still held the same cheesy smile as he locked gazes with her again.<br><br><strong> "so should I pick you up? I mean do you need a ride there since its strictly professional and not a date" </strong> <em> 'why the hell did you just say that?!?!?</em> his mind screamed as he she could see he reddened with nervousness and embarrassment.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>13-06-2013, 01:36:34</strong>
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				<strong>"You're right, it's not a date, just two people who've agreed to benefit the other with company while we do our separate jobs. I have my photos and the articles to write and you are showing your fellow sailors a good time. So not a date,"</strong> she said agreeing with the professionalism of it all. To her it was no doubt a date with this guy, but she wasn't going to let him know that. What are you doing Dani? she asked herself. Yesterday, this man fucked your day up and then the next day you've already made up with him? Her thoughts stayed where they were supposed to. The fact that it was a date and the fact that this man wasn't worth it never made it out of her head. She went with her gut with this one and she knew this man wasn't all that much of an asshole. Just remember what Marcus told you.<br><br><strong>"I think I can find my own transportation there,"</strong> she said. <strong>"This is San Francisco. If you're not taking a car or walking, you're at least riding the bus or staying green and riding a bike."</strong> She was going to stay professional with this one. Danielle did not want to resort to her impulsive idea of getting a ride from this man. <strong>"So when is this event?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 02:56:22</strong>
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				<em>'correct not a date'</em> he seemed to sadden slightly as she reassured him.&nbsp; He wanted it to be a date, but why? She wasn't interested in him he thought.&nbsp; She was the girl who got him stuck here on his day off.&nbsp; Then again though, she did fins some way to create his favorite dish.&nbsp; He smiled thinking about that as he looked up to her.&nbsp; He nudged his head for her to follow him as he moved to the door.&nbsp; Opening it for her he followed her out of the room nodding to the fellow sailor who seemed to have disappeared on purpose.&nbsp; As they walked slower this time, truth being he didn't want her company to end, he finally spoke up.<br><br>He gave his charismatic smirk, maybe a little to heavy <strong> "So the singers name is Jonny Craig, he was a part of a few other bands before going off on his own with his solo albums.&nbsp; He's a mix of Alternative and Soul, and his voice is just...Amazing!"</strong> he said the last part like a little teenage girl strung up on a boy band or Justin Bieber. He smirked again looking forward <strong> "I'm not sure if itll be your style of music but he's awesome, and I know a few people who work there so we might be able to get back stage for you to use that."</strong> he pointed down to her camera as he spoke.&nbsp; The moments flew by and to his saddening they were above deck at the gang plank off the ship.<br><br><strong> "So yeah, um anyways, this Friday, 2 days from now,&nbsp; Altar Bar, down on the main stretch."</strong> He pointed to the direction he thought it was, which was completely wrong.&nbsp; Being born across the country in Pittsburgh gave him any lack of knowledge here on the west coast.&nbsp; <strong> "time wise I'll be there bout seven, show isn't till eightish so come when ever"</strong>&nbsp; he added the 'come when ever' to not pressure her into having to come. <br><br>With a slight bow he bid her farewell <strong> "See you in a few days Dani....Danielle"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 03:32:58</strong>
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				Danielle followed Tristyn as he lead her to the door. She took her camera from the table beside the door before moving outside, noting the gentleman-like quality of the lieutenant holding the door for her. That's one point, I guess, she said to herself and waited for her escort to come out himself. She was glad, but also bummed at the same time. They had been on the ship for a long while and it seemed like time flew by as they were in that room, alone, together. Unlike her attitude yesterday, she didn't want to leave just yet. But what else on this ship could she cover if it wasn't the personal life of this one lieutenant. They made their way back to the top deck and noticed how the speed of their walk slowed a bit. They weren't rushing their departure like they rushed their journey throughout the massive ship. Danielle could sense that he too didn't want their time together to end, since it was just getting good.<br><br>As they walked, she was surprised by his charismatic, out of blue talking about the singer that was going to perform at the Altar Bar. It wasn't that she wasn't interested. The excitement the lieutenant had for this singer had taken her by surprise, but immediately, her journalistic side was brought out. She noted all the fact and the information Tristyn was giving her. Alright, singer's Jonny Craig, who was originally part of a band, but when solo afterwards. His style is alternative and soul, she thought and the Danielle part of her overtook the journalist. I like many kinds of music, but never heard alternative and soul mixed together. Maybe he'll be as good as this guy says he is.<br><br>She looked at her camera when Tristyn did, telling her that she could use it backstage since he knew some people who worked at the Altar Bar. Again, the journalist in her erupted and thought, maybe I can get a story on the Altar Bar itself? Before she knew it, they were already on the top deck of the ship. Tours still came and went and now they were at the same place where the tour was put down as a private event. Now, their attitudes and attractions towards each other were different. A part of Danielle didn't want to go down that gangplank too soon.<br><br>Danielle turned to him as he told her what time and date the event was and essentially where it was gonna be. <strong>"Friday, Altar Bar, got it,"</strong> she said, reaching into her bag for something. What are you doing Danielle? Are you crazy, getting your business card to give to this asshole? her thought rang out, but she ignored them. She pulled a business card with her number and E-mail address on it. The business was San Francisco Magazine. She gave it to him, <strong>"Well, if I'm not there in time, you can give me a call. I might be bogged down with the articles for the ship, but I'll try my hardest to get there in time."</strong><br><br>She bid the lieutenant farewell, leaving his side and heading down the gangplank. She turned and waved, saying, <strong>"Thank you for today, Lt. Phoenix!"</strong> She happily went down the ramp to the dock below.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 05:02:00</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8302/7923859792_761b9a2c87_z.jpg)</div><strong>1700 hours</strong><br><br>His thumb was glued to his lips as he chewed his nail almost causing it to bleed.&nbsp; <em>'Am I nervous?'</em> he tought as his eyes shifted between the watch on his wrist to the one oh his wall.&nbsp; Looking outside the clouds were slowly turning dark herolding the night.&nbsp; <strong>"come on, come on, two hours"</strong> He muttered to himself.&nbsp; His day was filled with finishing up the Fleet Week duties that brough him agony.&nbsp; This however became the one and only thing he was looking forward to, but why?&nbsp; Was it her? or was it him getting to see his favorite singer?<br><br>It was her.<br><br>Honestly why though?&nbsp; She wasn't anything to him, this was just a buisness opprotunity for her mainly, to get some good photos.&nbsp; Yet he found himself pacing slowly about his appartment awaiting for the right time.<br><br><strong>1900 Hours</strong><br><br>The motorcycle hummed as he slowed it to a halt in a tightly fitting spot near the back of the church. The part of town it was located in wasn't a bad area, however the kids who hung about looked to be hoodlums.&nbsp; Flicking the kickstand he rested the bike and moved from the seat to stand and stretch.&nbsp; He strapped the helmet to the back of the bike before adjusting himself and making his way towards the front of the old church.&nbsp; <em>'In through the nose out through the mouth'</em> His voice kept repeating mentally as he stopped at the steps of the building.<br><br>A few people were gathered about smoking yet he didn't notice her near them.&nbsp; <strong>"relax,"</strong> his voice was low as he looked about <strong> "Its early still, you said your going to be here at seven, doesnt mean she needs to be"</strong>&nbsp; His nervousness was showing like a school boy.&nbsp; He rested against the wall oposite the smokers as his eyes keep watch for her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Disaster San Francisco - Couple 2 (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eliza</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 22:42:17</strong>
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				<em>5:00pm...</em><br><br>Many times as she took photos of the results of a cult hearing, she neglected to take photos of the man being sentenced to life in San Quentin, spacing out thinking of tonight. <em>I should be professional and take pictures of this guy. He's going to be sent to prison for life and his face and emotion should be captured,</em> she said to herself. Changing her composure, she got to it and snapped pictures like crazy as the man was taken by police and put into a police cruiser. Yet, with the job done, her attitude changed once again, thinking about tonight. <em>What am I gonna wear? Could I just come as I am? If I take my bike back home, it will be too late when I get over there, so maybe ... I'll just leave my bike at the office and take the bus to the place. Gotta stay professional .... this is not date. Of course, not a date.</em> He was a sailor and not anyone special, but why did she feel this way. She admitted that she grew feelings for him yesterday, but was it genuine and real or just her imagination.<br><br>She packed up her things and took her bike back to the office.<br><br><em>Around 7:00pm...</em><br><br>She checked to see if she had enough rolls of film, for her boss advised her to use the old-fashioned camera, and after checking to see if she had enough, went through her bag to see if there were the needed lenses to get the needed photos. <em>Lens, check. Film, check. Zipper down to show my date my shirt with the singer's name on it. Wait, what?</em> <strong>"Dani, don't be thinking those things!"</strong> she said to herself, but her composure was brought down a bit realizing she chose to wear the shirt with the singer's name on it solely to get the guy she was meeting to notice. A professional error, but she wasn't going to run away from the job. She was already on the way and it would be a waste of money and a risk to her job if she didn't show up. <em>And I don't want him to get the wrong impression,</em> she eventually thought, causing her attitude to waver a bit, but as the tall church steeple came into view, she immediately changed into professional mode.<br><br>She readied her things and stood up to grab a handle from the ceiling of the bus as it neared the nearest bus stop. Once the bus had stopped, she walked down and headed straight for the old church. Immediately, her camera was out and she was taking pictures of the old church from across the street. After the angle was captured, she crossed the street via crosswalk and took more pictures from the sidewalk. She walked down with camera in hand and spotted Tristyn leaning against a wall. His pose was terribly candid and she could help but take a picture of a sailor outside a music venue. She let go of her camera, letting it hang from her shoulder and off to the side and got the sailor's attention by waving her hand. She made sure the strap of her camera parted her jacket a bit to expose the shirt she chose to wore. After hearing the singer's music, she immediately became a fan and ordered the shirt online and had it shipped immediately.
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