Agent Illinois leaned against the hand railing, scanning the leaderboard while chewing on the dead skin on her lip. Inwardly, she was disappointed, if not a little angry, the board never changed, never put new names on it. Deserving names.
She'd been inducted into Project Freelancer over six months ago, she worked day and night to get higher on the list. To her dismay all that work never moved her further then slot 13. It was a competitve enviroment, she could respect that, but what's the point of competition if the board never moved?
She dipped her head with a sigh, not wanting to look at it anymore, it only made her more bitter towards the Director and his "favorites".
Illinois turned on her heel and began walking down the corridor, now in a crummy mood.
"Hey!" She looked over her shoulder, watching a tall brunette girl walking her way. "Haven't seen you all day, where ya been?" Iowa skipped the rest of the distance between them, playfully bumping her shoulder into Illinois.
"Sleeping, training, workin' out, the usual," Illinois replied monotonously.
Iowa frowned at her companion for a moment then immediately the smile came back on her face. "Well, come to the rec hall with me," she suggested. "Take a break from 'the usual'." She made air quotations with her fingers while Illinois just rolled her eyes.
"So, uh..what have you been doin' all day?" Illinois asked.
"Nothing really, basic patrolling as is the norm. " Patrolling for the lower ranking agents simple meant waundering around the ship with no intended purpose for hours at a time. Just so long as they could avoid real work it didn't matter.
Iowa took everything she was given seriously though, even if no one else thought of it that way. Due to her lack of emotional control the Director and Counsiler wouldn't give her any high risk missions, she was a last resort alternate.
"Sounds incredibly boring," Illinois commented.
"Sure as hell beats workin' my ass of all day," She chuckled as they entered the hall.
"My favorite ladies!" Minnesota shouted with a grin on his face. He threw his arms around both their shoulders leading them towards the table he came from. "Ya hear what happened?"
"What cha talking about?"
"New girl," Minnesota grinned devillishly. "Kicked York, Wyoming, and Maine's ass."
"So what," Illinois scoffed. "I can take York one on one, Wyoming and Maine too, so long as I have a partner."
Minnesota tilted his head on to Illinois' shoulder with a smirk. "All at once, no partner?" Illinois glared down at Minnesota before shoving him off her, they stood inches away from each other, straighten posture, fist clenched. He turned his head to the side with an arrogant look pasted across his face, her brow knitted together as her eyes narrowed, daring him to challenge her skill.
"Sounds like a badass," Iowa interrupted nonchalantly, bacon all ready filling her mouth. "But fame doesn't last long around her, all the hype will die down by tomorrow." She really didn't want another lunchroom brawl between those two, none of them could afford to get in trouble since the last time.
"Just more competition," Illinois mumbled before she took a sip of her overtly sweet coffee, while Iowa gave her a judging look, barely catching that last comment.
"Oh bitch bitch bitch," Minnesota complained. "Man, you take everything this stuff too seriously."
"And you don't take it seriously enough!" Illinois spoutted out, almost yelling. "There's a reason for that board, and I want to be at the top of it when that reason is made clear."
Minnesota cupped his hands to his face. "Oh no there are people better then me, the feelings of inadequacies are too much to take. Blehhhh." He mocked with a laugh.
"Don't push me, Minnesota." Illinois sneered through gritted teeth.
"All right, that's enough outta you two," Iowa interrupted again, yelling at the two out of frustration. "I am not gonna her this bickering all day long, take it out in the arena or just shut up for god sake!"
They raised the eyebrows at her then backed off as they realized the room had nested in an awkward dead silence. "No, we settle this now like men," She shot a grin to Minnesota. "If your up to it." She set her elbow on the table, hand raised in the air.
"Arm wrestling, seriously?" Iowa crossed her arms in disappointed.
"Oh you know I am," Minnesota ignored Iowa's comment and slapped his hand against Illinois as hard as he could. "Go."
~Short little introduction chapter for my peoples. R&R.
