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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2016 19:37:39 GMT -5
 Antonio Ortega
Panic. Confusion. Exhaustion. Panic. Confusion. Panic. Confusion. Pani---
It was a blinding whirlwind of emotion that Antonio couldn't control and couldn't seem to understand right away. He'd been out of cryo for a couple of hours and had only recently regained consciousness. Nothing was right. Everything was wrong, wrong, wrong, but he couldn't place his finger on what exactly was wrong. The ground felt solid beneath his feet. The breeze against his skin felt good. The air smelled clean, the sky was blue, people were around. Tony groaned and pressed the heel of his hands into his eyes. Who all was here? And where was here?
He stood for a while, just watching the people that were walking around. Some looked as though they'd just been thawed out like he had, others -- ones that had probably been on the planet for a while -- were greeting some people, shaking hands, asking if any of their belongings had come in with the newest arrival of people. A man approached Tony and started babbling at him, talking way too fast for the newly thawed man to even comprehend what he was saying. The other man stopped talking and stared at Tony expectantly, but Tony just blinked before saying "¿Qué?".
The man sighed, annoyance flashing in his eyes as he started again. "I said I'm looking for a woman." He said again. "Short, about this tall." He held his hand even with Tony's shoulder. "Blonde hair, blue eyes, big knock--"
"No sé lo que estás diciendo." Tony interrupted, his tone betraying his growing irritation with the man. He could speak and understand English well enough, but his foggy brain just wouldn't comprehend it. The man started to try to explain to him again, but Tony abruptly turned and walked away. The man trailed after him a few steps, still trying to ask about the woman, but once he realized that Tony wasn't going to stop walking he gave up -- thank whatever Gods there were on whatever planet they were on.
It wasn't until Tony felt like he was a safe distance away from the crowd that he finally stopped walking. He looked down at his hands and noticed, then, that they were shaking. But why? Anger? Frustration? Panic? A side effect of the cryo? Whatever the reason was, Tony didn't know. He just frowned and shoved his hands into his pockets.
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translation:
No sé lo que estás diciendo - i don't know what you're saying
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5'3"
26
Explorer
Drop Point
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24 Posts
Played by Poe
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Post by Ophelia Timber on Sept 9, 2016 20:31:14 GMT -5
▲ Ophelia wasn't the sort of person that spent her time watching others suffer, it wasn't in her blood-- and if it were, she would've gone to see a shrink. Hell, her mother had sent her enough recommendations over the years; she knew most of the good ones' phone numbers like the back of her hand. Nonetheless, there was something fascinating about watching the expressions of new arrivals. Confusion. Wonder. Shock. Disgust. The constipated look that was quickly followed by whatever was in their stomach stomach. All of it-- and for some reason, Phee couldn't bring herself to stop watching as they swarmed the Drop Point-- into the arms of the thawed colonists. What a mess. Atop her cargo box, Phee didn't have to care. She could've stayed, perched next to one of the dead ships that hauled them to this godforsaken little rock, barely moving save the occasional leg shake to keep blood flowing. But she'd never been the patient sort, and when her eye caught on an outlier, her interest was piqued. Male. Tall. Hispanic? She wasn't sure, all she knew was that he was definitely a newcomer and for whatever odd reason, he was wondering away. Now, one could say that Ophelia felt a certain kindred warmth in her chest at that moment-- a yearning to prove that she was a good human being, to reach out a helping hand. Or, one could just understand this: Phee knew she'd get in trouble if she let some poor kid straight out of cryo die in the desert. Sure, she wasn't a Watcher. Not by a long shot. That wasn't the job she signed up for and it sure as hell wasn't the job she was going to stick with. Wondering around the Drop Point and Exurbia hadn't done anything to curb the wanderlust; the way her heart jumped when she eyed the horizons. She needed to get out of this place-- see something beyond the pitiful civilization they'd built up. But for now, she was stuck with being an honorary Watcher. At least, until her health was up to speed. Cryosleep hadn't been kind to her. Grimacing, she peeled off the cargo box, landing with a dull thump. "Hey!" She called, hustling after the man, "Hey you! Yeah, you. Could you, uh, not wander off? This is a new planet-- it's dangerous. Don't know what sort of creatures wanna carry you off and eatcha-- you know, that kinda thing." She paused then, putting her hands on her hips, and tilting her head back to look at the guy. Why did everyone have to be so damn tall? @tony ● # # # ● <3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 23:20:59 GMT -5
Antonio Ortega
Tony really wasn't going that far away from the crowd. He just wanted to be far enough away that no one in the crowd would talk to him again. Was it really so bad that he wanted time to be alone -- nevermind that he'd been in cryo for god knows how long without a soul to talk to. Waking up from something like that and being on a whole new planet with peopel jabbering at him in a language he didn't fully comprehend was a little overwhelming. Forgive him for wanting some alone time.
He was standing there with his hands in his pockets and his head down, just trying to relax when he heard a woman's voice. At first he thought she had to be talking to someone else, but no. He looked up when she said hey you! and he gestured to himself because he still didn't think she was talking to him. But then she walked right up to him, jabbering away at him just like the man before had and he frowned. What was it with these people?
She had spoken so fast and his brain was still so groggy from the cryo that he hadn't a clue what the woman -- wow she was short -- had said and it frustrated him. He didn't have this much trouble on Earth when it came to understanding when anyone spoke English to him. He was even pretty good at putting what he wanted to say into English... he hoped that he'd be back to normal in a few hours. He pulled one hand from his pocket and rubbed the back of his neck. "Inglés es ... no good." He said sheepishly.
A moment later he patted himself on the chest. "Antonio." He said and he waited, hoping that would be enough to prompt the woman into giving her name.
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5'3"
26
Explorer
Drop Point
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24 Posts
Played by Poe
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Post by Ophelia Timber on Sept 12, 2016 23:10:18 GMT -5
▲ Ophelia had learned, at one point or another, that people who had their hands in their pockets were either A) hiding something or B) incredibly uncomfortable. She knew what it was like to step off one of the drop ships, she knew what it was like to thaw out-- perhaps better than most other people. (After all, not every colonist went into weeping hysterics straight out of cryo.) But she wasn't focused on herself, she was focused on the man in front of her-- and the look he was giving her-- as if she'd just broken into tongues. Had she? She thought she'd spoken English-- like she normally did...A moment of awkward silence later, with nothing but the rush of desert wind to fill up the space and then he spoke-- and then she understood. "Oh...OH! I'm sorry-- I mean..." She floundered for a few moments, her hands flapping uselessly as she searched for the right word. She'd received a pretty standard education (actually, an excellent education, but her less than dedicated approach placed it in that comfortable average niche) and she'd had a few Spanish lessons (again, not a few, more like three years in high school). Now, as she tried to remember everything that she'd tried so hard to forget in school, she was...exactly where pea-brained teenage Ophelia wanted to be. "Sí?" She began after a moment-- the word coming to her like some angel-bourne message, that one syllable erupting from the depths of her memory like a golden ray of light. Yeah, great job Phee, real smooth-- what's he gunna do with that--"Mi...Mi nombres?" She hesitated-- what if that had been a bad word? Sure, she'd forgotten most of her Spanish-- but that didn't mean she'd forgotten the curse words. "Ophelia." She settled finally, sticking her hand out and hoping that Antonio wouldn't notice how sweaty her palms were. @tony ● # # # ● <3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 17:10:50 GMT -5
Antonio Ortega
When his mind wasn't fogged over with the after-effects of cryo Tony was usually pretty good at comprehending English and even responding back in broken English. But now, with his mind fogged all he could do was stare at the woman like she'd suddenly grown another head. He didn't understand why she was coming after him or why anyone at all would be talking to him when he just wanted to be left alone. He wanted to recuperate and then figure out what the hell he was supposed to be doing on a planet that he knew nothing about, filled with creatures and things that he didn't know, and hunt them with tools that he didn't have.
Ugh, it gave him a headache just thinking about it.
When she started floundering for words after realizing that he hadn't understood her, he thought that she looked as awkward as he felt. It made him feel a little bit bad for her. His brows furrowed at her Si? because he hadn't said anything that required that response... at least he didn't remember. Tony rubbed the back of his neck and sighed quietly. At least she was trying, it was more than he could say for the man that had been babbling at him just a few minutes prior.
"Mi...Mi nombres? Ophelia."
He couldn't help but smile and when she held her hand out to him he grasped it in his own. "Hello." He said, because if she could make the effort then the least he could do was try and fight the brain fog and pull his limited knowledge of English back to the surface. He let go of Phee's hand and resisted the urge to wipe his palm on his pants -- he hadn't expected her hand to be so sweaty. "Donde es....? Uhh. Where? Mi ... cosas?" He sighed and caught himself rubbing his neck again. "My ... things?" Where are my things?
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translation:
donde es - where is
mi cosas - my stuff
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