Chance Encounter [Closed] (Delaware-Morpheus)

[MorpheusDavol]

ODST CPL. Loken Gnash      

UNSCS KILIMANJARO       

1330    

Loken brow furrowed as she walked away, he wasn't terribly good at picking up on emotions but this was easy to tell. He began to let out a sigh shaking his almost stepping to go after her before stopping. Loken didn't chase after people if they wished to be upset over something he could help with so be it. He looked over to his ODST buddies with a shrug before leaving for the locker room then shower's to clean up a bit.

 

Once he finished he was in the locker room in his jogging pants wiping his head with a slightly damp tower before casting it aside into his locker closing it before beginning to looking for a clean uniform. He slipped on his nearest and clean uniform fixing it, needed to have some downtime maybe hang out in the Rec-room. That petty officer had gotten under his skin but he couldn't decipher in what way, they held a sort of... intrigue about them perhaps because of the competitiveness they shared. The tan skinned male shook his head letting out a chuckle realizing that the battle had gotten them 'troubles' out of his head. A good battle always helped. 

[☯Wᴏʟғε (ง︡'-'︠)ง]

PO3 Laura Wolfe
UNSCS KILIMANJARO
1300 Training

Laura gritted her teeth as she stormed into the locker room and stopped in front of her assigned locker. She paused briefly before growling and throwing a punch into the metal door, a resounding 'Bang!' caused a few members to look at her but she ignored them. The strong metal was unyielding against the soft flesh of her hands and as she pulled her fist back she could see that the skin on her second and third knuckle had split, the blood smearing against her skin and upon examine the door, she could see two smears on the dark metal.

With a heavy sigh, she pulled off the shirt she wore, grimacing slightly as she lifted her arms above her head but quickly dropped them as she balled the shirt in her injured fist. Her left side, from about the middle of her ribcage down to her hip bone was beginning to turn a discolored purple and blue, confirming her suspicion of having an injury; her right side was normal except for the black and grey wolf tattoo along the ribs that she had gotten just before joining the UNSC. "Great..." She mumbled under her breath as she quickly wiped the blood off her locker before opening the door to grab a towel and tossing the crumpled shirt to the bottom.

Wolfe draped the towel over her shoulder and slammed the locker door shut before she spun on her heels and headed towards the shower, holding her hand up at an angle so as not to let any of the pooling blood fall to the floor.

Once the water was running she shed the rest of her workout clothes and stepped under the water, letting the heat ease her tense muscles and wash away the blood on her fist, the normally clear liquid turning a washed red until her hand finally stopped bleeding.

She sat under hot water for a moderately long time, lost in her thoughts of what she could have done differently, her mind replaying the fight multiple times until she snapped out of her thoughts, abruptly shutting the water off and deciding to rejoin the rest of the crew on the ship.

Once dry, she put on her usual uniform of black fatigues and made sure everything was tucked properly before stepping out of the locker room and heading for the gym exit, her mind trying to decide on her next course of action.

[MorpheusDavol]

ODST CPL. Loken Gnash
UNSCS KILIMANJARO
1330

Loken considered his next options what to do before opting to head over to the recreation room maybe to play pool or simply relax before it was time to over to his squad firing drills. Not surprisingly he heard the door of the gym open behind him to see who had just exited idly realize it was that woman, he contemplated saying something but he didn't want to make it seem like he was trying to provoke her after the match. So he turned his head forever without another word to avoid a conflict, he was terrible at these type of situations that required him to.. Read people emotions. It was much easier in a fire fight when you both had the same intentions in mind, to survive.

 He would leave her to her thoughts just beginning to walk down the long corridor to the recreation room, what's the worse that could happen there?