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Tweak says, "I ain't wannabe, I'm gonnabe"

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

Entry tags:

*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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sam_hanna
2011-12-01 05:43 pm UTC (link)

Sam snorted. "And what? You think that because the government says it, the people deserve it?" Jesus Christ, but the boy was green. "Sure, I do my job and what the country asks of me, but I know better to think that every target should die."

He shook his head. "Come on, think. You're a target. We're a target. What's our crime? Breathing? No, there's nothing fun or pleasurable about killing. You can be happy that you're coming home alive, sure, but you can't be happy that someone is dead. Never that. The day that you feel happy about that, it's the day that you need to quit, because no life should be taken easily."

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_nick_green
2011-12-01 06:08 pm UTC (link)

Ut-oh. Nick was in trouble, then, and it showed on his face. "Um..." He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Not so much as happy but... don't care?" This was complicated. All of a sudden, there were supposed to be correct feelings about killing people, and probably seeing dead people. He didn't want to disappoint Sam though. He looked at his shoes, rubbing one toe against the other foot. "Is this something that can be learned or... am I in trouble?"

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sam_hanna
2011-12-01 07:55 pm UTC (link)

How could two teenagers have diametrically opposed positions? John cared too much and Green not at all. "I'm not telling you to care, but to remember that those aren't just targets, but people, some of whom might not have done anything wrong. If you remember that, then you'll know that you shoot only when it's necessary."

Sam sighed. "No, you're not in trouble. Someone taught you to do this and it's easier to teach someone not to care, more expedient, more likely that he will do what they want without question, and I understand why. Chain of command, following the rules, it's all important, but you need to have to have a code of honor to make you better than a killer." The problem seemed to be that the kid couldn't really relate to anyone. "Did you have a lot of friends at home?"

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_nick_green
2011-12-01 08:20 pm UTC (link)

"Code of Honor. I thought that was the French Foreign Legion in that video game." Nick spoke before he thought, and yeah, he was going to fail G's test completely. He looked sheepishly at them both. "Sorry. Not the time for jokes. I know you mean like some sort of real cool- er, badass SEAL code of honor, right?"

Nick shook his head at Sam's next question. "Just one, kinda by default." And that didn't make him sound pathetic. "I'm not like a total loser or anything. I talk to lots of people at school. And there's Amanda Miles." A few hearts probably floated over his head for a moment before they popped with a shrug. "I'm just really busy with other things. Was busy."

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sam_hanna
2011-12-01 09:35 pm UTC (link)

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Do I look like I ever have time for jokes?" he said. Not that he didn't, but the jokes had to be a lot smarter than that for Sam to be interested. "Like a moral code, yes. SEALs have one, but it's a little too early for that one. You don't have to finish off all the beer before getting up from a table," he said with only the tiniest of smiles.

"That's not why I asked. Talk to people, learn to make friends. The rest will come. You need to relate to people before you can understand what I mean. You'll learn," Sam assured him. "I'm not one to talk about not training, but maybe you should get out of here and go find people to talk to."

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	_nick_green 2011-12-01 11:07 pm UTC (link)
	"Okay," Nick agreed readily. He could find people to talk to and make friends. How hard could it be? He scuppered around, collecting his dummmies and packing them back in the trash bag. With a grin, he salute-waved to Sam and G. "See you later!" (Reply to this) (Parent)

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