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((OOC: Alright, I wasn't exactly sure where to start or what to do with this, but here's the thread. I guess we can chat a bit, comment about how the rebuilding's going, and those who have just gotten to the village could probably ask Tarin and Lee about what's happened there recently. But unless Slate, or anyone else has other ideas, here we are.))
The lumber had finally arrived. It had been held up at customs, so had ended up taking longer than expected to get to the village, but now that it was finally there, the real work on the rebuilding of the school could begin, and real progress could really be made now. But Lee supposed that was the price you had to pay, or at least one of the prices that Slate had to pay to make sure that non-rain forest lumber, that renewable forest lumber, was what was being used for the construction.
The last few days had definitely been interesting for Lee, though. The villagers sure seemed grateful for what she had done to get rid of the soldiers who had come in and were torturing Tarin and Slate, but at the same time most of the villagers were doing their very best to avoid her. She had even seen one or two of the young mothers pull their children into the house as she had been walking by.
But, while some of the villagers seemed almost afraid of her, they appeared to have opened up more toward the rest of the foreigners that were now in their village to rebuild the school. And to build the medical centre. Which was a very good thing considering the fact that now that the lumber had arrived, there seemed to be more people there to help out than there had previously been.
Crouching down then standing back up to stretch her legs, Lee removed her hat and ran her hand through her sweaty hair as she looked over the construction site. Things were definitely coming along, moving quickly despite the heat that constantly lay over them.
"I think they would have liked what we're doing here," Lee said as she glanced over at her husband. "The kids who died. Don't you think so?" They were doing a good thing here, now, but while Lee could only guess at whether the kids, and even the adults who had died here would have liked what they were doing with the rebuilding, Tarin would have a much better idea since he had actually talked to the spirits.
Then, with a sigh, Lee placed her hat back on her head. "Guess we should head back to work."
Posted by Tarin Brooks on May 19, 2009 13:06:44 GMT -6
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It was utterly strange how good the little things made a person feel after grave injury. This was the second time Tarin had experienced that, and it was just as intense. After the coma, the relief had been intense, more than intense. This time, it was just profound. As he stood and watched as the rebuilding of the school commenced, Tarin wondered at how everything that had happened had come to pass. It had only been two and a half years. Two and a half years since a bunch of punks in Memphis had pushed Tarin into taking a train ride that would change his life. So much had happened since then. Sure, he’d ran from cops before, and his powers always caused his life to be a little less than boring, but nothing like it had been since he got to New York.
The first year had been different from anything that he’d ever experienced and the hectic night-life and bustle of the city had suited him better than anywhere he’d ever been, well besides Texas . Things had been smooth, easy, uneventful. Then he’d met Lee. It seemed like that one specific instant had sent his life careening down a path that he could never have imagined. It was perfect though, and Tarin could honestly say that he wouldn’t have it any other way.
There had been rough times, almost innumerable rough times, and he and Lee seemed to attract trouble like an open soda can attracted honeybees. As he stood in a small village in rural Colombia , only days separated from laying in an almost literal pool of his own blood, Tarin Brooks wouldn’t have changed a thing. But that’s what happened when you almost bled to death, you prioritized things.
The rebuilding was progressing well now that the imported lumber had arrived. Leave it to Slate to find a way to repair the school without doing any further damage to the jungle. In fact, that’s what they’d been speaking about when the ponytail guy and his army of thugs had shown up. That was over now, though, and it seemed like Slate’s associates were crawling out of the woodwork to help with the rebuilding process.
Lee spoke and jerked Tarin from his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed she was so close and he reached out and draped his arm across her shoulders. One benefit of jungle gear…Lee couldn’t wear heels and she was that perfect height of ‘shorter than Tarin’. “I think they would too.” He said, his thoughts going instantly to the small but rowdy pack of kids he’d freed from their mortal bonds to the world. A small smile curved his lips as he glanced around the village, and at the kids playing in the streets. “I’m not sure how happy the living ones are going to be with us once this place is open though. I think they’ve probably gotten pretty used to not having to go to school. It’ll be good for them, though.”
Lee suggested that they get back to work and Tarin sighed, wrapping his other arm around Lee and pulling her into a slightly off balance and sweaty hug, “Ughhhhh….I guess you’re right…but you’d think we would have done enough by now. You’re working me like a dog, woman.”
Tarin knew very well that he’d volunteered for this job…and any others he’d taken while in Colombia, but it was nice to have someone to blame other than himself. He loosened his grip on Lee, but only enough that he could see her as he talked, leaving his arms draped around her waist as he grinned at her smugly, “I think you just want to see me doing manly things with power tools.”
It had been a long trip. One that seemed like it was never going to end. But alas he’d finally reached the jungles of Columbia. He wasn’t exactly sure of what he was going to be doing there; however, he did know that he was there to help rebuild the country. Fission didn’t mind not knowing all the details of what was going on. After all he’d only been part of the Kabal for a short time. He did wish, however, that he knew a little more than just going here to rebuild. Information wasn’t always the key factor here but he did know that there were certain things you didn’t want new people to find out.
Chris was dressed to the nines for this mission. He was wearing camouflage pants, a light brown shirt, boonie hat, Oakley sunglasses and jungle boots. Fission carried his Kabar knife on his boot and he carried a sea bag full of clothes. He’d done enough reading to know that the jungle was a wet and unpredictable place. Before Chris had received this assignment he had been studying up on his powers and their affects. He’d also been able to practice them a little so that he was getting better at controlling them. The books that he’d read and brought with him to read had seemed to be very informative and, so he thought, would put him on a national watch list for someone trying to build a WMD. This new trip had made his life less boring and he was hoping that he’d have time to practice his powers when he wasn’t helping rebuild whatever it was he was supposed to be rebuilding. But the powers are not part of the story at this point.
Fission had been wandering around with his map out for hours trying to find the area that he was supposed to meet some people who were also helping rebuild. Finally he came through the jungle and came upon a small town. There were plenty of people in the city and he wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to find these two people that he’d never seen or met before. There did seem to be two there that were walking slowly in the town. Hopefully they were the ones that he was supposed to be helping rebuild. Chris dropped his bag, just inside the jungle line and started to make his way towards the two. As he got closer it was apparent that they knew each other and Chris was getting surer and surer that they were the ones he was supposed to talk to. When he was close to them he said to them, “Hi I’m supposed to be helping with the rebuilding. Is that what yall are here for?” God I hope these are the right people and that they speak English. He thought while he was talking to them.
Tarin agreed that those who had died, the spirits of the people they had set free earlier on in their trip here, would be happy about what it was they were doing here with the rebuilding of the school. Though, he wasn't as sure that the remaining kids would be as happy about the school once it opened. Apparently, he believed that they would prefer to continue playing rather than going back to school.
It was possible.
But when she suggested that they should probably head back to work themselves, Tarin pulled her into a hug, one of those hot, sweaty hugs, the only kind of hug that they had managed to have since they had arrived in Columbia. And Lee had only managed to stay on her feet because of the fact that Tarin's arms were around her.
Only to have him start complaining as he hugged her. "Oh, I'm working you like a dog, am I?" She asked him, rolling her eyes even though she knew Tarin wouldn't be able to see the action. "You do realize that the sooner we get that school built, the sooner we can head home, which means the sooner we have another layover in Miami, right?"
Then Tarin loosened his arms around her, though they were still wrapped around her waist, and Lee couldn't help but grin as she heard his comment. "Of course I want to see that, hon," Lee told him, her grin only slightly teasing. "You don't do nearly enough stuff like that at home." Well, not that he really needed to do stuff like that back home in most cases, but Lee had realized after they had started working that it was quite hot watching Tarin working with his hands like that.
But someone was approaching them, someone whom Lee wasn't sure she had seen before. At least she didn't think she had seen him around the village before that moment.
Something that was confirmed a moment later as he spoke, asking if they were involved in the rebuilding of the school. Nodding, Lee shifted slightly in Tarin's arms so that she wasn't so much being held by him, but at the same time she didn't move so far away so that he couldn't still have his arm wrapped around her.
"Just taking a bit of a break, but yes we are," Lee confirmed as she turned to the newcomer. Lee even noticed a touch of a Texan accent in the young man's voice, so him asking about them being there for the rebuilding without him knowing who they were didn't send off warning bells as it would if it was a Spanish accent speaking to her after what had happened with the soldiers.
"I'm Lee, and this is Tarin," she continued. "So, what skills do you have for the building?"
Chris noticed the two there. They were standing there like he'd just interrupted something. "Looked like an important break I just interrupted." He said to them both. "My names Chris." He looked around and noticed the things that needed to be done. There was plenty to do and he had a feeling that it was going to take a while. Not that he minded.
He didn't have any pressing planes that required his attention back in the States at the moment. Besides if this was the way that he was going to get paid he was all for staying as long as it would take to make sure that he got paid. It was all about the money. Of course, that's not to say that he didn't like building and working with other people.
"I've helped build lots of different types of buildings. Mainly houses, to be exact. But I can do basically anything with a power tool, the right supplies and an idea of what it's going to look like in the end. If I've all the right details then I can build it." He said. Chris didn't want to brag but with the question that was asked, he knew that he should tell them whatever was prudent to helping the building process. "Well I just got here so I don't really know what's goin' on." There was a slight pause before he asked, "So where do we start?"
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Jun 1, 2009 21:00:00 GMT -6
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Miami… Tarin sighed happily at the memory of their last layover in the city. It hadn’t been that long ago, had it? It seemed like a long time. So much had happened since then. If Tarin wasn’t mistaken, though, Lee was offering him another layover like the first one. He kissed her quickly and chastely, lest they forget they were in public, and grinned, “Only if we can have gelato again.” He said.
Lee pointed out her desire to see him do manly things since he never did them back home and Tarin let his head fall back as he laughed. Touche m’dear, touché.” He said with a grin, then tilted his head at the young man who approached from the jungle. Tarin instantly sized the man up, eyes only narrowing slightly. It was amazing how suspicious a man became after a week like the one Tarin’d had.
The tension instantly relaxed when the guy introduced himself and said that he was there to help with the rebuilding. Tarin rocked back on his heels slightly, he hadn’t realized he’d leaned forward, and he let his arms fall from around Lee. He was just about to introduce himself, when Lee took care of it and he simply nodded and extended his hand to be shaken.
The young man spoke again and Tarin caught a touch of home in it and suddenly felt even more at ease. Lee asked what his strengths were and again Tarin couldn’t think of anything to add. The good humor helped too. “Newlyweds.” Tarin said by way of explanation, even if it technically wasn’t the case anymore, “What better way to spend a honeymoon than in a humanitarian effort?”
Chis, as he introduced himself, was apparently quite good with his hands, and power tools. Tarin almost whooped with joy. It was incredible how many of the people in the village were completely inept with anything more than the most basic tools. Tarin nodded as he stepped forward, “Well, it sounds like you’re exactly what we need. Are you sure you’re good to go? Not jet-lagging or anything? If that’s the case, then you can see the foreman and he’ll point you in the right direction. In fact, I’ll go with you, Lee was just telling me that I needed to get back to work. Was that a hint of Texas I heard in your voice? ”
Lee smiled, even blushed ever so slightly, when Chris mentioned that it looked like he had just interrupted an important break. Had they really just lost track of things again that badly, had they been putting on that much of a show? Lee didn't think they had been, but at the same time, she knew how easy it was for her and Tarin to lose track of things like where they were and who else was around when they were together.
Tarin's explanation of why their break had appeared so intense worked for Lee; despite the fact that they had gotten engaged, and then married, faster than most people would have considered, their newlywed stage didn't seem to be ending any time soon.
Apparently, Chris was much better with tools, at least according to what he said, than she and Tarin were combined. If that were true, that would be a very good thing. Maybe then, the construction workers here would stop complaining about the 'Americans' being there and getting in the way all the time.
"To be honest, I'm not even completely sure what's going on with the whole project," Lee told Chris. "And I've been here from the start. Already, there's been so many little things that needed to be done that I would have never thought of."
But Tarin was speaking again, taking charge, offering to take Chris down to see the foreman to find out what someone who actually had some skill and experience could do to help. Lee smiled slightly; Tarin had been right, this trip had been good for him, with the exceptions of almost dying.
"That's a good idea," Lee said, giving Tarin a slight nod. "I should probably try and be useful again too." She was just getting ready to turn, to head back down to the job site, when Tarin asked about the slight hint of an accent she had thought she'd heard in Chris' voice. So Lee stopped. Texan accents were hot, and Lee wanted to hear what the two men were going to start talking about here.
"Oh well I guess congrats is in order then on getting married." Fission said to both of them. It seemed like a rare thing to see mutants get married. Now that he thought about it it was definitely something that he didn't see very often. Chris had only seen a lot of single mutants around. Not very many married ones. However, he was never sure if a couple was married or just dating unless he'd seen a ring.
"Ya I'm good. I probably wont feel the jet-lag until like tomorra." Chris answered Tarin. He wasn't feeling tired yet but he was sure that he would be that night. Chris was eager to get started with the building. He wanted to see how extensive they were building this school. He also wanted to know how up to date they were going to be building everything. Obviously it was going to be with new materials but how new of everything else was the question.
"It'd probably be best if ya show me since I don't know where anything is." Fission confessed to them. He'd only showed up here a few hours ago, so considering he'd managed to find this place was a success in his book. "Ya I'm from Texas. Are yall from there?" He asked. They seemed very interested in finding out if he was from Texas or not. Chris considered that very interesting. Maybe they were just big fans of Texas. And hey he couldn't blame them for that. After all Texas is the best place in the world to live.
So there was a foreman that was in charge of everything. The guy must not be that great at giving directions. But that could be easily fixed with the right person who knows what going on. Namely me. Chris thought. "Lead the way Tarin." He said as he looked around to see if he could guess which way they would be going to find where the school was going to be rebuilt. His creative mind was already starting to spin with ideas of how to build the school. Of course it all depended on how much of it they'd already have already finished by the time he shows up.