IDOW (xia75672 and the_wings_we_seek) [X][I/A]

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Red laughed and nodded, "My tattoo hurt like a mother, and that's the only one I have. I can't imagine getting that much!" She stood up and stretched. She was glad she was staying with Steph, she seemed like a good person. "Well I'm ready whenever you are. I'm ready to get these tests out of the way." She knew she looked like a child playing at war, but she was hoping to impress them with her skills. The guys in her squadron in the army liked to make fun of her, and she couldn't wait to get away from the 'leprechaun' joke. Leprechauns were Irish and she was Scottish, but no one seemed to care, no matter the times she told them.  

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Red followed Steph down some stairs and through the hallways, nodding at the people who looked at her after greeting Steph. Most of them looked at her curiously, she guessed it was because of her size. She was pretty small for someone in the military, especially for a sniper. But, she thought that her size was her best attribute when it came to sniping, because it was easier to hide.

She followed Steph into the gym and looked around, it was pretty big and pretty modern for being on a ship in the middle of the ocean. "These people must have a lot of money to have all this equipment." She pondered aloud.  

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Red nodded. It seems with all the money they have, they could have afforded to hire someone else, a better sniper, a better soldier. Confusion tainted her thoughts. She couldn't understand how, out of all the snipers and soldiers in the world, they chose her, a small, saucy, red haired woman. She thought of her mother, and decided it didn't matter. With this money, mom can live comfortably. I should be grateful to get my hands on this kind of opportunity.

She glanced over at what she assumed to be the person overseeing her tests. He looked uncomfortable so she smiled at him. "I'm guessing he's going to be doing the testing?"  

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Red chuckles to herself at the mess that Steph seems to be making with Johnson and makes her way over to them. The poor guy looks super intimidated by Steph, and really, it's no wonder he's afraid, what with all of her tattoos and her size. I guess I'll never really have that problem. She smiles gently and reaches out a hand to the man, "Hi, I'm Red. It's nice to meet you." She intentionally uses more of her brogue, and with her head tilted to the side and her ponytail swishing around, she's sure she looks like a child playing at war. Hopefully, my size and accent will put him at ease and we can get this done as quickly as possible.

Red's thoughts drift toward her mother. Mom would have been able to calm this guy down, she's always been good at that.  

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Red smiles brightly at the prospect of starting the testing, hoping that that the sooner they started, the sooner they would get done. She hops onto the treadmill and turns on the machine. She knows that there is more she has to do after her run, so she sets her pace at a moderately high speed and begins.

As she runs, she lets her mind wander. She thinks about her life back home, and misses her morning runs through the city. Treadmills are so boring. It's way more fun to get to experience the city life, and all the different things and people that you see. Her eyes wander around the gym, taking in the different people working out or passing though, wondering what made them special enough to get selected like she did.  

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As soon as Johnson called it, Red turned off her treadmill and hopped off. Johnson pointed them to the punching bags, and she headed there. She was a little out of breath for a few seconds, but quickly recovered as they walked over to the bags. A sprig of red hair swung into her vision, and she realized that her hair had started to come undone. Continuing to walk, she pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail. When they reached the punching bags, she looked over to Johnson, "So, do you want us to just go at it?" She had some idea of what she would be doing, but she wanted to confirm it with her superior.
Red glanced over at Steph and saw a look of excitement. From how angry she seemed earlier, Red knew that Steph was relishing taking out her anger on the bags. Going all out on a punching bag was far wiser than actually punching the people who had set her off, and Red admired her for her restraint.