"Really? Well, that's not too good in a place like this. Ya gotta be social if ya wanna work well with yer teammates," she smiled gently, "That's no reason t' apologize, though. Everybody's got their problems, right?" she chuckled slightly, ending in a sigh. "So where ya from, Hannah?"
“A-ah know… Ah’m do’n from Hammon’ in Loui’anna.” He attempted another smile, “Ah’m sorry…jus’ ain’t used ta anyone but m’squad…takes me a bit ta git used ta people.’
"Well, a'ight, Hannah. Ah'm good, how 'bout ya? We won fer the first time in a while," she smiled back, doing her best not to laugh at his smile. "Ya dun seem all that relaxed. Somethin' the matter, Hannah?" she asked, slightly concerned. A single eyebrow arched in curiosity.
“Ah ju’ don’ do too well wit talkin’ ta people…so’ry.” He tried to relax himself. She didn’t seem to be the one out to get him…maybe. She was nice, Hannah, be nice in return. You were raised better than this.
"Howdy, sir. Mr. Clark Ah'm guessin'? I just dropped by t' say congrats on the MVP, ya did good out there!" the Scout smiled, "Also, welcome t' the base. I haven't properly introduced myself, Ah'm Zamira, one o' the Scouts. Ye're welcome t' call me Zam if ya want."
He jumped at the voice. How’d someone get in his bunk? Oh gods she was talking to him. What was he supposed to say? Oh, yes, “Uh, th-thanks. ‘M Hannah…Mista’ Clark’s mah pa. How’s ya, Zam?” He gave what he hoped was a decent smile (in reality it was all teeth and made him just look crazy).
Battle Outcome July 20th
wellbase:
The results are in, TFI employees:
The extreme humidity was indeed an impediment for all mercenaries, the more lightly burdened rapid recovery personnel making use of this advantage to run rings around their opponents. However, after a long battle with numerous train related fatalities BLU eventually made the final capture. It should be noted that BLU’s new employees were invaluable once again, helping greatly to secure the victory. Or perhaps the older lot are just getting worse. In any case, everyone is continually advised to keep making the utmost effort. We’ll be watching.
- Intel Capture Tally/Final Point Capture:
• Sage Paxton. • Dr. Maurice C. • Dr. Matsumoto.
- WINNER:
- MVPS:
• 1st: Evana Hejlesen. 1st: Sage Paxton.
• 2nd: ’Pat’ Magee. 2nd: Hannah Clark.
• 3rd: Betty Jane Lombardi. 3rd: Sophie Matsumoto.
As always, MVPS will receive a bonus in their paychecks. Anyone with lasting damage from battles should see their team’s medic immediately. Problems with respawn should be reported to administration.
He was already back in his bunk by the time the battle was over. The adrenaline had wore off, the anxiety had already set back in. He closed his eyes, trying to bring his breathing back to normal…how was life and death combat easier than talking to his own team?
Wait…
MVP?
He stared at the announcement speaker for a good minute before even blinking. He’d gotten MVP…that wasn’t so bad. But…what if his team was mad that he got it in his first battle? Oh no…he’d already been pranked his first week there, stuck wearing the same clothes as he had been, thank the gods for washers. What if someone decided to go to even more drastic measures to get him back for the MVP?
If Hannah had a pet, it would either be a mouse or some kind of scruffy dog. Maybe two dogs.
Anonymous
((This is now canon. It was already kinda a headcanon of mine as well, I think he used to own two dogs before the military…maybe he’ll get another))
Hannah shits dick nipples.
Anonymous
W-what? That ain’t ev’n a think ya can do…is’t?
POOR NEW BOY! You look in to your room after a long day to find all of your furniture nailed upside down on the roof. Stepping in to the room, you slip on the recently waxed floors. As if the day couldn't get worse, you trip over a trip line and whoops, the wardrobe doors fall open and you're coated in pink glitter as the rest of your clothes fall to the ground, colored a bright, obnoxious neon pink that hurt your eyes to look at.
Anonymous
Obviously this anon doesn’t know anything about Hannah…since outside of battle, using the restroom or getting food he doesn’t leave his bunk…
Yet somehow this happened. Obviously this was a plot to drive him insane…his base-mates hated him, that had to be it. They all would have had to get together to do something like this in such a short amount of time. Maybe he should pack his things and go.
He sat on the floor, knees to his chest ignoring the glitter and pink clothes…he wasn’t going to leave his room ever again, nope, never.
