Chapter 2! It's more edited about Ark's emotions and I /try/ and delve into other's characters! (Delaware and Virginia will be used more in later chapters!)
Arkansas opens his eyes to F.I.L.S.S talking ":: Good morning, all agents and employees of Project Freelancer, we all hope you have a wonderful morning! ::"
He yawns and leans up and turns himself to get out of bed and is joined by Vermont who literally jumps out of bed, landing next to Arkansas, a tall man and muscles like a fucking rhino, a bald head, he could be compared to Agent Maine, just without...the murderous part.
"E-urgh, you really do love this, don't you?" Arkansas says through his tired, soft voice.
"Quite so." Vermont says in a rather posh voice. "Get it? That, err...Wyoming agent, that's his voice right?" Arkansas' eyes flick up-to Vermont who is looking down at him, he lets out a small chuckle. "Heh...No. That's not-...ha...that's not his voice but, I do need a shower." He slides his hand through his dark blonde hair, looking into the mirror and stares into his own turquoise eyes. "Eurgh, I look like shit." He says, groaning lightly, Vermont looks back at him.
"You always do but you do wear a helmet all day, why do you care, are you expecting someone to take it off for you?" Vermont lets out a small, dark laugh.
"Not funny." Arkansas says, his eyebrows furrowing, a straight face coming over him. "It's not!" He yells out as Vermont just stares at him, a sly grin along his face, Arkansas sighs and walks into the bathroom, he turns the tap and wipes it over his face, groaning. "Eurgh...fucking hell, another day, huh?" His question directed to Vermont, no one answers. "Ver?" No answer.
"What the f- Oh hey." He smiles lightly, looking down as shivers roll up his body, forcing the sad look on his face away. "Why are you here?"
Arizona stands there, almost the same height as him in her maroon armor, she holds her Recon Helmet under her arm, holding it in place - the rest of her armor being Mark VI, she would have dark brown hair and has amber colored eyes, a soft smile curving her lips. "Nothing, silly - you've just been...avoiding everyone, especially me."
Arkansas sighs. "I-..." He looks down, waving his hands slightly. "I don't know, Colorado...she just-...left." He says with a saddened tone.
Arizona frowns lightly, sighing. "You're still...crazy about her, huh?" Arkansas shakes his head in denial. "No! She just...never told any of us!" Arizona snaps back at him rather viciously. "Well we're all over it, Axel! All of us! You are fixiated on her!"
Arkansas nods. "I'm not...fixiated...I guess I took it personally." Arizona nods along with him. "I fucking suppose so." He looks up at her. "Hey, I didn't-...listen, alright? We're still OK, right? I just...I'm sorry, Liz." He walks forward to her, slowly and cautiously.
Arizona looks back up at him. "Apology accepted, silly." Her voice is soothing and quite enthusiastic with a lovely hint of a British accent. "Well, you should get dressed, in your...other clothes." She giggles softly, reaching forward to his collar, straightening his shirt lightly. "Well, I'll see you down there." Her eyes flick around his face, almost analyzing him, she gives a small smile. "I'll go, hurry up!"
Arkansas laughs lightly, "I'll be right behind you." He watches her leave, breathing in and lets out a long breath out. "Wow." He walks out of his room, walking down the stairs and turns to his right, walking into maintenance.
"How's the armor, Ed?" Ed looks up, a full bearded man with brown dreadlocks. "Oh uh, it's good, man, very good, cleaned and fixed." Ark nods. "Thanks, 'man'." He walks upto the suit of armor in the chamber. "Alright, open it up." Ed looks around, snapping to attention. "What? Oh!" He runs to a green, glowing button, hitting it.
The chamber opens up, smoke flowing out as it comes into the light, a full Hayabusa set of armor with a katana on the back "Look at this fucking shit! Look at that! How fucking good is that?!" He points to his suit of armor, acting like a child who just got a great Christmas present. "It's so GOD DAMN beautiful!"
He grips the helmet, sliding it on as a loud bang is heard followed by F.I.L.S.S happily says "Medical Team to the cafeteria!"
"What the fuck!?" Ed and Ark's heads flick to the entrance of Maintenance. "God damn it! I need to this armor or The Director will rip me into two halves and spit on me." He stands within the machine. "Do it!" Ed hits a glowing blue button.
Meanwhile, in the cafeteria. "Piss off, Montana!" Delaware yells as Montana moves slightly closer to Arizona but before speaking turns to the fully Mark IV wearing Delaware. "Fuck off, Del." And turns back to Arizona. "So, how about it?" Arizona shakes her head, Virgina walks upto Montana. "Montana, back off." She says rather threatingly, Arizona dons a CQB helmet and the usual Mark IV armor.
"Heh, you'd like that, right? For you to hit on her instead?" Montana says annoyingly, his face hidden behind his stupid...Scout...helmet, his chestplate being a usual Mark IV, the shoulder pads being the...stupid...CQB shoulder pads.
"No, before I put you through the fucking table." Virginia says, moving her hips to the side and crosses her arms. "You going to fuck off?"
He jokingly puts a finger to his helmet, like he is 'thinking'. "Haha, no." He chuckles slightly after saying so.
Virgina begins to move forward quickly, Montana bracing himself however Maine moves his hand infront of her, all of them not even noticing him before he did so, they all go quiet, he speaks in his usual grunts. "This is getting...slightly out of hand, you all better sit down or I might have to do something...drastic."
Montana laughs. "Alright, mutey-UGH!" Maine has already gripped Montana by the throat. "Hey, hey! I didn't mean anything by i-it, Maine! I didn't! I swear!" He says pleadingly, fear purging any kind of cockiness within his voice.
Maine looks to the group. "You don't mind, right?" They all shake their heads, Maine nods and Montana yells out. "Wait! JUST YOU BASTARDS JUST TELL HIM TO-"
A light colored freelancer stands by a vending-machine, buying a coffee, seeming to be the same one Vermont threw a ice bag at, it's Hawaii - Maine looks at him, chuckling before throwing Montana as hard as he can into the back of Hawaii.
Hawaii smashes into the glass front of the vending machine, Montana slamming into the back of him, Vermont begins to walk up-to the scene as everyone just stares. "Oh, who did this to you, old pal?", Hawaii is out cold and Montana is yelling in pain. "Ahhh! Maine did! My l-", Vermont interrupts him.
"I don't care." Vermont kicks Montana in the head rather hard, looking over to Maine and nods and Maine, actually nods back.
Thanks for reading, chapter three will be out as soon as you know! :D Please do review if you like!