The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Cassie and Bio-Dad.
What: Arguing, sort of.
Where: The grounds.
When: Early Saturday evening.

Cassie was working herself hard. Since coming to the school all that time ago she had really let go when it came to keeping her dance up. Sure she still had class every week here, but it wasn’t the same as doing proper classes in a proper studio, working to improve constantly. She needed to step up her game, maybe look into classes at a studio outside of the school, but for now she would just have to push herself and work in the studio more. So that was where the little demon started, but when she finished there she still felt like she hadn’t pushed herself hard enough, so she decided to go for a run to finish. Not as far as she normally went on her runs, but something at least.

( Go to hell. )

Who: Remington and Riley
When: Sunday, March 8, 2009
Where: starting at Walter Reed in Maryland
What: reunion

Remington was very nervous about his baby brother’s arrival. They hadn’t seen each other since the day Remington walked out of their shitty Texas home. Looking back would have been a mistake. But that wasn’t to say Remington didn’t keep tabs on his family. He did his best, and he’d even sent money to his brother and sister. He cared about them, but he couldn’t stay there. He was a danger to them, and he needed a fresh start. He had to get out.

The military had been good for Remington until his service landed him in this hospital with other wounded service members. But Remington was lucky by comparison. He hadn’t lost any limbs in the blast. The shrapnel left him scarred up pretty bad, and he’d suffered a lot of internal injuries from the force of the explosion, but he was healing. The marks would always be visible, but he could walk, talk, and continue on with his life. Problem was.. Remington didn’t know a life outside the Marines.

The Post Traumatic Stress Disorder had rendered him ineligible to return to active duty. He could have taken a desk job, but that wasn’t of interest to Remington. He’d go nuts if forced to sit still for hours on end. It was all or nothing for him, so he received an honorable discharge. Being a civilian felt really fucking weird, especially for a man who had avoided living in the US for nearly all of his adult life. He’d never even had a home that wasn’t on a base. Now he was unemployed, still a bit banged up, and waiting for what was sure to be a very awkward reunion with his brother.

Hospital rules, he had to be escorted out of the building in a wheelchair. While Remington was a little on the slow side still, he could walk, so he felt like an ass sitting in the chair in his room. He had too much pride for this.

He stared down at his hands, which had a few scars of their own and were very calloused, only looking up when he heard footsteps.

( I like to flirt and I still love boobs, besides it made her freaking day. )