Lunch Break (open) (Dead)

[The Captain]

If there was one thing that served as a constant through any army in the world, natural or supernatural, it was always that the mess hall was generally a rambunctious place. Not even the transformation of the soldiers of Millennium’s organization into FREAK vampires would change the simple fact of that. It was perhaps the only real communal place on the ship—off-duty soldiers would gather here for sustenance or to socialize with the rest of their unit. More than a few games of cards or rounds of simple gambling were underway at the bland cheerless tables, while others preferred to gather in small groups and talk in voices that ranged from hushed whispers to loud rough barks of laughter. A fair few of the soldiers chose to smoke while they gathered, and so a thin wispy cloud had managed to trail about the room over the course of time, never quite refusing to dissipate.

The mess hall was one of the few places in which the Captain could be seen out of the company of the Major, typically wolfing down a pack of rations in his few chances of being off-duty for anytime more than a few brief moments. He never came in to socialize, though—a fact proven that the other occupants of the hall gave the Captain a fairly wide berth. He sat alone at his usual table, picking at his pile of not-quite-identifiable food. Was it meat? Maybe. It certainly wasn’t the most appetizing of meals, but it really didn’t taste like much of anything. Not too bad, especially if one didn’t think about it.

He seemed unconcerned from the lack of company that he was keeping. Truth be told, the officer actually rather enjoyed the few snatches of time he got to himself. It was certainly a rare enough thing, particularly crammed together like they were. He knew it wasn’t going to last, though. Soon enough the intercom would crackle and his presence would be requested somewhere. Dok’s, maybe. Or back to his usual spot with the Major, though the small man had dismissed him for the evening in favor of a quiet night with his books. Something was obviously on his mind, but to perfectly honest the Captain didn’t much care. Wound up about the attack, most like. It was good to finally be moving again. Too long had they been skulking into the shadows, hiding like rats.

Taking a bite of his so-called food (one could never be too sure with these rations) the Captain’s gaze took a moment to sweep the room. It was noisy tonight, far noisier than usual. Perhaps he had come at a busy time? His visits here were rarely on a set schedule. Or was the Major’s mood not the only one affected by the fact that there was word of action in the air? Hm…

[loella leyna von fusch]

She felt like she was going to throw up. Panting slightly Dok patted her back and placed the key back in the side table drawer. Being ound up was so difficult with Dok, at least Major was more gentle. Sliding off the surgical table she nearly lost her balance, grabbing the table to steady herself. Closing her eyes briefly she murmured a thank you and goodbye to Dok before quickly rushing from the room.

Once outside she took a few deep breaths of air and leaned against the wall. Suddenly the silence was broken by her stomach. Blushing she looked either way down the hall, thankful no one heard the embarrassing outburst from her stomach. She began to walk down the hall at a leisurely pace, not exactly rushing to do anything. she could feel her heart ticking in every nerve ending of her body and she wriggled, stretching her arms up.

It was always odd to feel a foreign object in your own body working, even after so many years she had been part machine. She paused in front of the mess hall doors and momentarily questioned herself. Of all places the mess hall? Maybe I should eat directly in the kitchen...... Wrinkling her nose she took a deep breath and walked into the mess hall.

Immediately most eyes turned to her and she ignored the whistles she got. Most of it was to annoy her, that or the perverts were trying to be funny. Demonstrating her annoyance by sending one of the men flying across the room the others immediately shut up and went back to what they were doing. "Pigs." She hissed between clenched teeth. She hated all the men in this room. All except one.

She spotted him as soon as she had walked into the room, the one man so far who hadn't spoken a word, and whether or not he COULD was a different story. With a small, almost dazed dreamy smile she walked up to him, hoping she wasn't going to be a bother. "Guten Tag Captain." She stood with both of her arms neatly folded against each other behind her back. "I noticed du are alone, I hope I am not bothering du?" She questioned politely.

Captain was one of the men she admired most in the blimp, right behind Major. Dok was behind Captain due to his slight cruelty when winding her. But Captain was always at attention and dutiful, and she admired that greatly.

[The Captain]

The Captain glanced up when he heard whistling. It wasn't much out of interest or anything, but whistles were the sort of thing that the Captain instinctively responded to. Seeing who it was, he had to admit that he was not the least bit surprised. Girls were scarce enough in this outfit, and most of them got such treatment from the more... rambunctious soldiers int he lineup. He simply glanced back down, not even bothering to glance back up as she threw one of them across the room to make a point. Things, unsurprisingly, quieted right down after that, and the typical buzz of the hall returned after only a few moments of the interruption.

Since he didn't bother to look up, he didn't notice Loella weaving through the tables, approaching the otherwise unoccupied table at which he sat. He heard the last few steps of her approach over the buzzing din, looking up again just as she drew to a stop. Taking a moment to set down his fork, he folded his hands together as he listened to her speak.

After her request the Captain paused for a moment, his unreadable expression studying her for several long moments. It was the sort of stare that made one want to shift uncomfortably while they awaited an answer. Then, in a move that would surprise more than a few people, he simply shrugged and made a gesture to the table. He knew what the question had meant, and she was seemingly welcome to sit down and share his table. Obviously, more than a few eyes were watching the exchange, for a ripple of whispers arose at that; whispers which the Captain pointedly ignored. Idle talk and speculation was never one to concern him.

[loella leyna von fusch]

She politely waited for a gesture, a flicker of the eye, anything. She knew he didn't speak and she wasn't one to pry into other lives, so she let that be as she would most things. She returned his stare, though her own had more of a tired and weary look. Smiling as he made the gesture for her to sit she pulled out a chair and sat across from him.

Brushing her hair behind her right ear she tried to ignore the whispers that had immediately sparked seeing Captain shrug. "Thank you Captain." she smiled. Most people would find being around Captain incredibly awkward because he didn't talk, they would sit for a few minutes in an uncomfortable silence then leave, but unlike other people Loella found the silence to be quite calming, and she thought his silence to be intelligent.

She folded her arms on the table, and lay her chin on top of her arms. Loella smiled sleepily at the tall man. "Many people find your silence unnerving, I like it though. It makes you seem intelligent." She reached forward and pulled his hand closer to her, tracing patterns on the top of it. She hoped he didn't mind the contact though if he seemed to show any annoyance at all of her actions she'd be sure to leave.

As the air around them settled and their area was relatively quiet the ticking of her "heart" could be heard. It calmed and soothed her at times, but there were those times she was afraid it'd stop, and Dok wouldn't be able to wind her back up. That her heart would break, or it would be destroyed. Those were the days she stayed in bed in fear.

[Alucard]

I am going to be removing this to the "Dead/Finished" section as there has been no new posts and no sign of the Captain. If he returns (and is not deleted) you two may resume, if not, then lets act as if it never happened. Good rping you two I may add.