Boring? Yeah, right!

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[It had been a couple of weeks since running into her room generated kid (who had since disappeared again), but the short amount of time she was in contact with her apparent son weighed heavily in her mind. It wasn't because of the fact that there was the possibility that she was going to have a kid, despite the fact that Natalia never wanted kids of her own. And it wasn't even because the father was apparently Fear, a man she somehow despised and yearned for at the same time. No, what had her in a quandary was that her own son referred to her as boring. And a nag. And a drunk.

Now, normally Natalia knew better to not look into the odder things of the nexus too much. Her AI common knowledge was too good for that. However, this was bothering her far more than it should have. With as work-obsessed as she was, was she losing sight of herself? Even if she was proud that her father put all of his faith into his line of work, he never changed who he was.

Natalia knew she was a bitch, and didn't really care if anyone else saw her that way as well. Kept people from taking advantage of her. However, one thing she was NOT, was boring! Her rebellious days of her pre-teens and teens were proof of that! But apparently, even her possible future family only referred to her as boring, naggy, and drunk. Sure, Natalia might be far more dedicated to serving her life on duty more than anything else, but no one would want to be exclusively remembered by those terms!]

[So this not-so-friendly neighborhood FROG soldier is currently venting her frustration over the matter by...surprisingly not drinking. No, instead she's shooting at bunch of pop cans, gathered from her very messy room, positioned around one of the lesser populated hallways of the nexus. If she sees you, she might give a half-ass attempt to be a little nicer to you, than she usually is with most strangers. Any friends of hers would be appreciated too. Surely not all of her friends felt the same way about her, right? If you're an enemy though? Yeah, don't expect any different from her. You are "the enemy" after all. ]

[Also, you might want to watch your step. She is shooting, after all. :|]

Comments

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

Nnnn...

He'd answer, but he's still in the middle of his flashback. Give him a minute, please.]

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[Sighing, Natalia crossed her arms, hoping that whatever Pain was going through would end soon. :|]

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

...

[After a few minutes, he relaxes and curls back up, back against the wall.]

Sorry about that.

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[She shrugged.]

Have you talked to Para-Medic about this? I'm not sure if she's much of a psychologist, but it couldn't hurt to ask her.

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

I was going to once the war was over, but she disappeared on me. I tried the library a few times, but I could never find books on it.

[A Nexian mean-spirited trick.]

So it's an actual disease and not combat fatigue? This post-traumatic disorder?

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

Hmm...unfortunately I don't know any other doctors. Aside from Naomi, but she deals with genetics more. Maybe she would know though, I don't know.

It's a real condition, yes. But it's not something that medicines can take care of. Apparently nanomachines can help you not freak out as badly, but that's as far as my knowledge goes.

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

Maybe. I'll have to go look for one.

Thought so. [About the medicines.] I don't want to put nanomachines in my blood--I don't know if they even work here, anyway--so it seems I'm still out of luck.

[He sighs.]

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[She shrugged] I've been living with nanomachines for a while now...they're not so bad, really.

In either case, good luck, I guess.

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

Yes, but...I've never got on well with machines. I'd prefer to use something I understand to help myself.

[He nods.]

Thank you. It hasn't been too much of a problem recently, so I should be fine.

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

Suit yourself then.

[She nodded back.]

So you're okay on your own now?

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

Should be, yes.

[He stands up, steadying himself with the wall.]

These aren't that bad afterwards. I'll be fine.

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

[She looked on, still a bit concerned.]

Alright then...I'm getting a bit tired, so I'm going to take off, alright?

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

Understood. Do you want me to clean up the cans or leave them here for later?

[He shakes himself, stretching. Everything's fine. No, really.]

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

Hm?

[Oh shit, that's right. That outburst made her forget all about the cans.]

Nah, don't worry about it. I got it.

[She gathered the cans and put them in a nearby trashcan. She was pretty sure that recycling didn't matter much in a nexus. :|]

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

Ok. I guess I'll see you around?

[He continues to limber up, eyes meeting everything except for Natalia's eyes.]

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

Yeah...

[She tilted her head.] Just take care of yourself, alright?

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

I try to.

[His face flashes mournful for a moment before he forces a smile.]

But it's usually not so bad.

[patrolwithboobs.livejournal.com]

Okay...see you then.

[She glanced back at Pain one last time, before heading down the hallway.]

[actuallyhornets.livejournal.com]

[He watches her go before starting to walk again. He could use some sleep.]