LtCol Remington Quinn (lt_col_quinn) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-11-19 22:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | nathaniel, remington, remy |
Sunday, November 3, 2019
Who: Remington and Nathaniel
When: Sunday
Where: in the security monitoring room
What: a djinn wants to cheer up his friend
Note: short scene done via AIM
nowfromthestart: Classes had ended for the day and Candi was busy and Nathaniel was bored and he wanted to see his best friend ever ever in the world, Remington. Lieutenant Remington Quinn. Even though Remington didn't like hugs, Nathaniel always wanted to because it made him so happy when they did. So usually he hugged Remi in his mind and pretended it was real.
Popping into the security office, Nathaniel was surprised and sad that it was empty right now. Remington was supposed to be in here. Frowning, Nathaniel sat down at the computer desk and spun in a few circles. Remington would be back soon, and he would wait patiently. He would wait patiently... while he went on the amazing internet. Bringing up Google, Nathaniel typed in Remington's name, maybe because typing about him would bring him about sooner. It didn't, but it did bring up a bunch of search results. "Oohh!" Nathaniel grinned, clicking on the first result and scanning it, eyes wide and bright with interest.
Remington: Something out of the ordinary had appeared on one of the cameras, so Remington left the office to inspect. Turned out to be nothing, but better safe than sorry, and he really hated watching those damn TVs anyway. He wasn't good at sitting still, and it seemed he was sitting still a lot these days. His life had become stagnant. He needed a change, but figuring out what to change was beyond him at the moment.
Heading back into the office, he had to chuckle when he saw his 'stalker' hanging out, apparently waiting for him. "Hello, Nathaniel."
nowfromthestart: "You have medals!" Nathaniel shouted excitedly, peering up from the computer with a grin. "And friends!! And, and, and, and there's this one and you're standing there and there's a CAMEL in the back! Isn't that funny?? They spit, did you know!!" There was a lot of wonderful things about Remi, and lots of other people knew him too it seemed. All people in the same kinds of clothing, brown and with hats on and guns. It was amazing how many things there were to know about Remington from Facebook pages Nathaniel had stumbled upon.
Remington: Remington seemed confused at first, but then he came up behind Nathaniel and saw what the young wish granter was talking about. Remington quickly closed the window with a click of the mouse. "That was a long time ago." Although apparently not so long ago that history had been buried. He didn't really talk about his time spent in the Marines, even though it was a huge part of his life.
"Why were you looking me up?" Was this some sort of game of Nathaniel's? Remington never knew what to think of the kid (he felt like a kid in how he reacted to everything, so that's how Remington treated him much of the time).
nowfromthestart: Looking crestfallen, Nathaniel whined "Aww!" as Remi clicked off his internet page. "I was waiting for you and so I typed you in because I wanted you to come faster and you didn't, but I found lots of neat stuff about you. It was interesting. You looked really happy. How come I can't see it anymore?" Spinning in his chair, Nathaniel looked up at Remington with big, sappy eyes and a pouty lib wibble.
Remington: Did Remington really look happier when he'd been at war? He tried to think back to his days on the front lines. Yeah, he supposed he was happier. Remington enjoyed simplicity. War was simple. He knew his place, knew his mission, and he could easily control distractions. Things weren't so simple anymore. There were enormous expectations. From Candi and his brother in particular. They wanted so much from him, and Remington just didn't know that he had it within himself to deliver.
"I was a good Marine," he said softly as Nathaniel continued to stare up at him. "I think that's what I was born to be, and I can't be one anymore."
nowfromthestart: Oh, now he looked so sad! Nathaniel felt terrible. He had made Remington look so unhappy and he hadn't meant to. He seemed happy before Nathaniel had gone on the computer and found those things.
But wait... no. Maybe it was the things that made Remington sad. Looking between the computer and Remi, a lightbulb clicked on in the djinn's brain. Remington didn't look sad. He looked longing. Like he missed those things on the computer. He said he was a good Marine, and Nathaniel had to assume that those people were also Marines. Though none of them had fins, which was strange, but whatever. He wasn't one to judge.
"Why not?" he asked, taking Remi's hand in his and patting it like Candi would when Nathaniel hurt himself on the stove. "If you were born one, can't you go back into the sand water and be one again? Like a mermaid?"
Remington: Remington shook his head. He'd learned that explaining things to Nathaniel took more effort, because the kid was clueless about so much. It wasn't Nathaniel's fault though, but it could be frustrating at time. "A Marine is.." he didn't want to say soldier, because that was practically illegal among the ranks of the Marines, but it would probably be something Nathaniel could recognize. "It's a bit like a soldier. Someone who fights to protect others for a living. I wasn't really born that way, but I felt like myself when I was serving. It came natural to me." He motioned to the computer screen. "The men in the pictures with me were.. part of my team. They had my back, and I had theirs." Sadly, more than a few of the men in those pictures were dead.
nowfromthestart: "Oh." Well, that wasn't as interesting, but at least it made a little bit of sense. Nathaniel had not thought Remy was actually a sea creature. "So... you miss your friends?" That was easy to understand why he was sad about that. "You could go see them, right? Or do that phone call thing that you do? Or texting! It would work. Maybe they miss you too. You're very nice."
Remington: Remington shook his head again. "No, I can't visit them. Most the guys in those pictures are dead. They were killed in combat." Pulling up the hem of one pant leg, Remington reminded Nathaniel of the scars that covered the lower half of his body. "Our convoy was attacked. I was the only one to survive. A few of the guys weren't on that mission though, so they're fine.. but they're far away on missions that I'm not allowed to know about now that I'm retired." He hated that word. It sounded lazy. Remington wished he could still be fighting, but he'd been honorably discharged due to his injuries, and while he'd completely rehabilitated, he'd never be cleared for active duty given the PTSD diagnosis years ago. It was a career killer. He was seen as unstable.
nowfromthestart: "Dead?" Dead was a concept that was still a little unfamiliar to Nathaniel, but he knew that it wasn't very good. He had brought back a dead person once, and she hadn't looked very good at all afterward. So much that the girl who wanted the dead person to come back immediately wanted her gone again. It was confusing, like most things were, but Nathaniel knew that it was something that brought out a lot of sadness.
"Remington are you sad now?" Nathaniel asked seriously, standing up to meet his besty best friend eye to eye.
Remington: Nathaniel was so innocent. His understanding of the world hadn't been tainted. Remington envied that. Had there ever been a time in his own life when he was so bright eyed and full of hope? No. But he'd at least felt at home when he was on the battle field.
"I suppose I am," he admitted. "I'm grateful for my job and the life I have here, because things could be much worse, but it's not the life I imagined for myself. I should still be out there.. fighting." He'd been so good at it, and he really enjoyed it. Was that sick? Yeah, maybe. But it came natural to him after all those years of being a target. Now he wasn't on either end. Wasn't taking it, wasn't dishing it out, he was stuck in some mild existence.
nowfromthestart: Remington had a problem, and Nathaniel wanted to solve it. He loved being helpful, and he really liked Remington and wanted him to be happy. And he was going to do that no matter what it took. Patting Remington on the shoulder, Nathaniel faced him squarely and looked him in the eye like he had been taught. "Remington, I would like to hug you right now," he said earnestly, with a nod of authority. This was probably a time that needed it because when Nathaniel ever felt sad he got a hug and he felt so, so much better. Remington had to be like that too.
Remington: Remington just wasn't into hugs. Physical contact in general was odd with him. He was fortunate to be dating a vampire, since vampires were so very durable, because Remington's touch trended toward rough. He'd never really learned how to be gentle. Ever since he could remember, physical contact usually involved pain. So he tried to avoid it, except when it came to sex, and then he was just aggressive. Rarely tender. But that was improving with time.
"Fine," he said with a sigh, letting Nathaniel hug him, not because Remington wanted or needed a hug, but because the djinn did. Remington's trauma was his own, not the kid's, and Nathaniel enjoyed hugs. Remington didn't want that to change.
nowfromthestart: With a firm, manly, fast, friendly and effective hug (in that order), Nathaniel patted Remington on the back before pulling back. "I'm going to make you happy," he said firmly. "It's going to start with cookies." Cookies, or any sweets, helped make the day brighter. Maybe he could ask Maggie to help backe them. Maggie was sweet so therefore she would know how to bake sweet things. It was just common sense.
Without waiting for word or protest, Nathaniel rushed out of the room to start on his project. He had to make Remington happy somehow. And maybe he knew what to do.
Remington: At first, the words 'make you happy' made Remington very nervous. It wasn't good when a creature possessing an insane amount of magic made such a promise. But then Nathaniel said he'd start with cookies. Cookies were fine. Cookies were safe. "Thanks, Nathaniel." He smiled at the djinn and watched him leave. With that, Remington sat in front of the monitors again to resume work.