There was a shutter though out the Freelancer base, with one of the Freelancers looking for a place to hide from the one person that everyone feared, Agent Hawaii. A man dressed in white armor with brown trim lowered his head, sighing in defeat. He braces himself for the oncoming tackle that he feared.
"OH MAINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" a bouncy pink armored girl came around the corner, skipping. She lunches herself into Maine, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I missed you Maine. Not really, would have thought that you would die. Anima!" she rests her head on his shoulder, sighing.
"Agent Hawaii, good to see you again. You seem to be fine and still crazy" Maine mumbles the last bit under his breath.
"I heard that. Maine are you planning anything tonight? I wanted to know if you wanted to go drinking during my down time." She takes off her helmet and lets her pigtails flop out, with her bang falling into place, over her right eye. She let's go and looks up to him, smiling brightly. She was shorter them him but not by much. Maine sighs again and pats her on the head.
"Are you able to drink now or are we saying your the drinking age?" Maine watches her, not wanting to take his helmet off just yet. She nods and smiles.
"Yep we turned 21 two days ago!" she giggles and keeps bouncing, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the bar within the base. Maine walks with her, ignoring her skipping with the singing she was doing. Sometimes he hated how much she had taken a liking to him; sure it was better than her stalking Texas and North; but he felt like he was put up to this. No one else wanted to deal with her or the issues that came along with her. There was a rumor that the Director was working on something to help up the agents with stuff, not sure what but he prays that maybe there will be something to aid Hawaii with her switching. He knew it made her ill when she would switch between her and the other her but at the same time he didn't care, but the caring was stronger than not caring. He smiles softly under his helmet.
"Fine we can go drinking, but promise me that you will try to keep the switching down?" he watches her nod to him.
"You know my name is Aryana, and the other me is Anima, right?" she glances up at him, blushing just faintly, she had never told anyone her name since everyone barely talked to her to start with. "Thank-you Maine" she slows down her pace and walks beside him, trying to fight Anima from coming out and ripping Maine a new one. She was truly happy that someone was treating her like a real person and not like a bomb of crazy.
Once they get to the bar she stares and the menu for the drinks trying to work out what she wants for her first drink, while Maine orders a pint of beer and sits at one of the table farther back from everyone else, Tex happen to be there drinking. Maine sighs, he really didn't want anyone to see him with her but he felt like he might not get away with anyone talking about him drinking with her but who cares. Arya sits down beside him with a pina colada. She snuggles up against his arm, making him blush darkly.
"Arya what are you doing?" he looks down at her confused as hell on why she was snuggled up on his arm. She glances up at him and shyly blushes. She stammers a reason under her breath, not really sure herself, she just felt like it. He smiles softly and puts his arm around her, planning on enjoying this. She slowly sips on her drink for the rest of the night, watching Maine chug down five beers. A few hours later Maine was drunker that shit and Arya was doing just fine still working on her first drink. Maine was flirting with her to no end with Tex cheering loudly. It didn't take long for the others to wander in to watch Maine hit on the crazy nut job, and Arya knew it. She pulls the 10th drink from Maine and tries to drag him from the bar, thinking it's time for him to stop drinking and go back to his room.
"Maine come on, let's get out of here, please?" she tugs him though the chairs weaving him around the tables. She glances back at him, watching and making sure that nothing happens to him. He was the first person to really care about her, Anima was shut up, great thing about having two people in one head, one of them could be drunk while the other sober. She sighed once she got them out of the bar and leading him towards the bunks, praying that Maine's room was marked.
She wonders down the halls looking for his room, trying to avoid everyone else, and worried about his rep being on the line for being seen with the crazy Hawaii. She stops after a while, panting and flustered on where his room is. She glanced around and noted how close they where to her room. She slowly thinks about bringing him to her room and letting him sleep on her bed while she sleeps on the sofa. She sighs and drags him to her room, locking the door behind them once she manages to get him lying down. She stares at him, debating on to take his helmet off to help him with the idea that maybe just maybe that will help him. She shakily takes his helmet off, blushing more when she sees his bald head. She lightly touches his face, shyly blushing.
"Maine why do you always wear your helmet?" she asks aloud, not thinking that he would respond.
"Because I don't like taking it off" Maine sits up slightly, wobbling. "You're really pretty you know that?" she blushes darkly and hides her blush with her hair; he reaches out to touch her face. She finches just slightly; not sure how to react to him touching her. She leans into his hand, holding his hand to her face.
"You're really warm, you know that Maine." She sits down beside him, starting to enjoy how warm he is. His eyes roll back as he passes out, flopping back onto her bed. Her sighs and leans over him and kisses his cheek. She gets up and strips out of her armor and heads towards her bathroom to shower the crud from her mission and everything from the bar. She starts the water at burning hot; she waits a bit for the stream to fog up her bathroom, then getting in. She sighs loudly as she washes the dust and sand off her, scrubbing at the blood on her hands and under her nails. "Damn, I just got my nails painted" she washes her hair, squeaking loudly when Maine joins her. "Maine?" He grumbles as he wraps his arms around her, he was still in his armor. She pushes him out and helps him out of his armor.
"Thanks" Maine mumbles under his breath, still out but moving on his own. She smiles weakly, freaked out, not sure on what to do. She puts his armor and his under armor, tracing all the scars on his chest. She blushes then suddenly jumps out of the shower, really shy and unsure of herself. She pulls her towel off the warmer and starts to wrap it around her curvy body just as his hand grabs her wrist. "Wait." She pulls away and dries off.
"Sorry Maine, I don't know if he'll even let me be friends with you, I can't risk you getting in trouble for being with me" she smiles softly back at him and dresses in matching top and bottom pj's. "I'll be sleeping on the sofa, you get the bed alright?" she walks out of the bathroom really wishing the Director wouldn't be so hard on her for wanting friends.
'So why do you keep trying to make friends if you're worried about them getting yelled at?' Anima asks sweetly within her own mind, for once she was being nice, but that could be because she wanted to mess with Maine too.
'I don't know, maybe because I want to have friends. I'm so tired of being alone all the time, I want to work with a team. We can't. Not together, no one is safe with us…' Arya sits on her sofa and stares into the wall, watching over Maine as he showered but scared to go back in there if anything happened. She wanted to be close to him, but yet at the same time she was scared to come anywhere near to what she really wanted. The Director didn't care if she hung off them or did anything else, but as soon as she tried to become more than just some face she would be shot down. At some point she watched Maine walk past her, in her towel (causing a great of blushing). She laid down and fell asleep, begging for Maine to forget what happened or should I say almost happened in the shower.
Maine stood there in the boiling hot shower watching the younger girl walk away; sure he wanted to do more to her but being half awake and half asleep sort of sucks, big time. He slowly showered, thinking to himself, trying to find ways to get close to her, sure she was crazy but it seems like only half of her really was and maybe that new program everyone had been talking about might be able to help her in some way. Hell he would be happy if he could spend more time with her, but he had this sinking feeling that she pushed him away for a reason. He stepped out feeling much more awake but still drunk, slightly, he stared a hole into the hot pink towel she had left, the only one. He dried off and walked past her, watching her turn a bright shade of red. 'She's sort of cute when she blushes like that' he quickly pushed that thought away. He sat on her bed, watching her after she fell asleep, sure he felt bad for making her sleep on the sofa, and there was no way in hell he would sleep on a sofa, suddenly he grinned darkly.
Arya slowly woke early in the morning, like she always had. The Director always wanted her to do training first thing in the morning before the others woke, she never liked hiding her skills from everyone but she had no choosing in the manner.
'Hello Sexy' Arya blinked a few times, not sure why Anima just said that. She sat up and realised she was on her bed, next to Maine. 'Aw shit' she checked down her body to make sure everything was where it was and guess what, it was. Her cute kitty boy short panties where still on and she really didn't think Maine would go past that part because she would have been laughing at them if she had seen them on him, but she didn't think Maine was that type of guy and his plain blue boxers where laying on her bathroom floor along with everything he was wearing the night before. She turned bright red as she stared at him, when did she move to her bed, or did her move her. What the hell was going on? Did he really think that way about her or was this some sort of prank that he thought up last night while still drunk. She started to chew on her lip, a habit she started shortly after starting Project Freelancer. She starts to get up from her bed, to pace till she could work out how this could have happened, Maine wrapped his arms around her hips and clings her to him. She blushes and wiggles slightly to grab her book so maybe could read until he woke up, lucky for her it would not be long. Maine snuggles her hip as he slowly wakes.
"Damn I must be dead; I wake up to an angel." Maine smiles as he opens his eyes, looking up at her. She kept her hair down when she was asleep, so her hair was down to the middle of her back. He brushed her bangs out of her face. She blushes darkly and hides her face into her book. "Really, you are really pretty and I have no idea how no else noticed."
"Well for starters I would have killed anyone else who got this close and I have orders to stay away from everyone and not make friends. Now Arya already liked you, but mostly because you where like her, a loner that just so happens to a fucking bad ass. Damn I would love to have a match with you, just to see who would win! Anima hush!" Arya holds her head, whimpering in pain from the rebound from switching between the two of them. She puts her book down after finding something that she could use a bookmark. "Maine if anyone finds out about us, if we are something now; the Director would mostly like kill me or send you on a mission that you will most likely not come back from."
"I like that idea, the two of us….well the three of us if you count Anima, and I count her too since she is a part of you but is not you." He sits up and rubs her face softly, watching her lean into his hand.
"AGENT MAINE YOU'RE NEEDED ON THE MAIN DECK!"
"Damn they always seem to know when I really don't want to go talk to anyone else."Maine sighs and gets up, looking for his armor. Arya nods her head towards her bathroom where everything he was wearing last night. Arya watches him dress, sighing softly. "I want to see you again, maybe next time we might be able to have a bit more of a date." He winks at her just as he opens her door, putting on his helmet. Once the door slides close she sighs and holds her chest, feeling her heart pound out of her chest.
'Wow you really have a thing for him, don't you?' Anima pokes Arya's avatar in their shared room in her mind. (You know like Caboose's, only better) Anima looks around the room, that so happened to be a tower with a one way down route, the hatch with no latter back up. Arya was sitting on a plush chair, staring down at her bare feet.
'I don't know Anima. You know it's nicer in here then it was when we where little.' Arya looks around the tower; it had toys all round the room. She knew there was an art easel behind her with an unfinished painting still there from when she was 15.
'Well of course its nicer, I took out like ten other voices before we were like 3 then I pushed Mokoto down that hatch, I bet her body is still down there!' Anima shrugged and glanced around, she grins darkly. This was often where she spent most of her time when Arya was at the base, but once Arya went on a mission, Anima came out to play. Anima loved killing those that meant nothing to her, Mokoto who was also one of the voice's in Arya' head was just someone who pissed her off. Mokoto wanted Anima to shut up and not bother Arya. Anima didn't think Arya would get really far without her. Arya got up and wandered around the room, pacing.
"AGENT HAWAII YOU'RE NEEDED IN MEDICAL BAY 2!"
Arya snaps her up, pulling out of the tower. She dresses in her black ripped jeans with a hot pink racer back tank-top, brushing her hair and pulling it into her norm pigtails. She locks her bedroom door before heading off to might be her last mission or maybe it was just a med check to make sure the rebounding was not so bad. She never took the meds they gave her with the reasoning that it made her vision foggy but really it shut Anima up, but damn did Anima have issues when the meds wore off.