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_nick_green (_nick_green) wrote in omega_reality,
@ 2011-11-26 09:18:00

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*complete, 2011 11, character: g callen, character: sam hanna, dead: nick green

RP: Nick/[open]
Who: Nick/[open]
Where: Obstacle Course
When: Saturday 11-26-11 (after shopping)
Summary: Nick ~~plays~~ trains.

Nick liked the "work" week. It was hard but a lot of fun. The Old Man thought he was an idiot, which was so not true. Not knowing something because he hadn't learned it yet didn't make him an idiot. Dude, he'd barely started his junior year, and who the hell actually learned anything education-wise in high school? And he'd spent four years working solo, where he actively planned and executed missions on his own. This team thing was totally new, so he asked and was going to keep asking a lot of questions, wanting to know the whys behind the hows.

Nick opened the black trash bag he'd carted from the house to the Team Center and unpacked the rag dummies he'd made with thrift store clothes stuffed with newspaper. He used a bunch of pencils to act as bones in the necks. A big box of unused pencils remained in the bag. Nick began to set them up around the obstacle course. It was one thing to train in hand-to-hand with the others, but he wasn't supposed to kill them.

Once everything was set, Nick turned on the music top volume from his cell phone and re-buttoned the army jacket pocket. He was wearing his normal street clothes. At the imaginary starting line, Nick counted down from five and took off running through the course. When he reached his dummmies, he swiftly and efficiently snapped their pencil-necks. The near familiar sound of breaking bones was satisfying.

After finishing the course, Nick's head bobbed to the music as he reloaded pencils into the dummies' necks. This time, he'd pretend they were shooting at him. He had his firearm, but he'd wait until later to start shooting back.

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g_callen
2011-11-29 03:11 am UTC (link)

"I suppose that depends on who you talk to. How many of those who've said they never wanted to leave college have actually graduated? Or are they the ones who weren't able to finish because they ended up here?" G pointed out, taking the opportunity to drop in another subtle lesson in observation. He didn't feel any great desire to discuss his own teens and twenties, though.

Listening to his reasons for becoming an agent, G tried to remind himself the kid had supposedly been thirteen at the time. But, he couldn't imagine being that age, doing the work that long, and still sounding so cavalier about it. Sure, G often joked about being shot at and needing to kill terrorists, but it was dark humor to mask a lifetime of things no sixteen year old should have seen. "Is that still why you do it? Or did you find other reasons to stay on? You plan on sticking with it as an adult? Make a full career out of it?"

Snorting, G shook his head. "Self-Control training is every minute you're awake. Try forcing yourself to pause and think for a slow count of three before you speak for the rest of the day. See if you notice a change in the way you respond to things." It was difficult, but G managed not to bust out laughing at the sudden gushing over Sam. Still, it was a near thing and his partner was definitely hearing about this when G got back to the apartment. "Badass. A SEAL is a badass, not just cool. And being trained by one like Sam is a responsibility. You have to really consider the mindset that makes a man do the work to get to where he is. If he's explaining something, it's important, so listen and work your brain as hard as you work on the physical exercises."

So, he wasn't above using the kid's obvious heroworship to get him to really pay attention and learn something from Sam?

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_nick_green
2011-11-29 09:44 pm UTC (link)

"Huh." Nick thought about it. "I can say that those here who were in college were really enjoying it." His school gears kicked in. English class FTW. "That's not the same as not wanting to leave." He remembered overhearing Troy say he wanted to be a sports broadcaster after college. Probably why people kept asking Nick wanted to do with regard to college.

The trouble was, Nick never really thought about it. He shrugged at G's question. "I haven't thought that far ahead, if I wanted to make a career of it. I'm more of a one mission at a time guy," he said. "I like doing it still because, well, I like doing it. The planning and the execution, successfully taking out targets. It's definitely not boring."

Nick gave G a look. "Think before I speak. You do realize I'm a teenager, right? It's a statistical fact that our ability to do that borders on impossibility." He slipped into an easy grin. "I'll try it, though, but it's gonna take a lot of practice." He nodded about Sam. "Definitely baddass. I'll listen hard."

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