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Post by MINT WIMBERLY PAIGE on Jun 1, 2019 6:28:47 GMT 1
The young woman found herself once again going to the gym in her spare time. It wasn't often that she was able to get away from her job, but when she did, it seemed she was still training. She wasn't necessarily even 'away' from her job currently. She just hadn't gotten any notifications about unruly residents, and she wasn't assigned to guard anyone or anything at the moment. So here she found herself, standing in front of her friend the punching bag. Boxing was her most common exercise, but only because she wasn't the biggest fan of running and she never seemed to have a spotter to help her with weights. She was pretty sure she could handle herself, but it would only take one overconfident attempt at a lift to injure herself, and she wasn't willing to do that.
Mint pulled her dark hair back as she looked out the window at the dark landscape. It was around midnight, but the moon was so bright that she could see almost as if the sun were out. She wondered if the moon was full, but she was fairly certain that the moon wouldn't be full for at least a week. She usually kept very good track of the moon cycle to deal with the residents affected by the full moon, but she was off this month for some reason. She shook her head and looked down at her hands as she taped them up, readying herself for her workout. She zipped her jacket slightly and then rolled her shoulders. Pale eyes locked on the punching bag before she swung, landing a hard punch to the side of the bag. This was a good way for her to practice some of her fighting skills for when she would need to fight off a resident... Or anyone really. She never knew who she would be faced with.
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Post by ZIGGY FELIX on Jun 17, 2019 9:46:56 GMT 1
Ziggy was getting accustomed to his new surroundings, it never took him long to adjust to sleeping in a new place, as frankly he thought if he could manage to get any shuteye whilst laying on a wooden plank in cold damp room then anywhere else should be deemed luxury and not be a problem. The fox was simply used to being on the run too, surrounded by different people, being given orders and told when to sit and shit. Manson was not quite that bad and it was really the only reason he hadn’t immediately tried to make a run for it. As much as the fox hated to have been captured, this place could provide an easy life for a while, until he gathered up enough supplies and names to be able to leave.
Having only officially been here two days now, Ziggy was still finding his way around the halls and trying to remember what was where, the staff hadn’t been too helpful in that regard, simply pointing out a few places and expecting him to socialise to find everywhere else. Apparently until they really judged him, giving him his assigned staff and whatnot, they were not interested in helping other matters.
So he was keeping to himself mostly for now, hiding his scent where he went and generally keeping a low profile until he could get a better idea of those he was sharing this odd home with. Once that was done, hell yeah he was going to suck this place dry for all it was worth.
Eventually he found himself standing outside a gym… Working out was a pleasure that Ziggy only found once he escaped his Sire and the person he was eventually sold to. A strong slave was a problematic slave and so before he was never allowed to gain muscle when owned.
Walking inside he moved around and then spied a woman at a punchbag. With a smile to his face, Ziggy walked on over to stand around a meter or so away and just observe a moment before speaking. “Someone you are annoyed with?” he asked curiously, smile turning to an amused smirk showing off mini fangs. It would give away he was kind of animal, what might still leave the woman guessing. Being that it was a bright moonlight night though she could rule out werewolf, Ziggy wasn’t phased by the moon at all… not that he would claim he was when it was to his advantage.
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Post by MINT WIMBERLY PAIGE on Jun 18, 2019 3:06:40 GMT 1
Mint had never really been one to have any friends. It wasn't that she was mean or anything... Really, she was quite a pleasant person to be around. She just preferred to be alone most of the time. Besides that, she was a strong woman that was usually too intense for most other women and a threat to the more dominant-type males. She didn't have much of a sense of humor, but she did have a kind heart. She wanted to help people in trouble and truly hated those who preyed on the weak. She was more of a mentor-type figure than anything else. She had never been in any romantic relationship, but that was mostly due to her former work. Any of her work, really... Relationships -romantic or otherwise- were hard when you had people who wanted to harm you and anyone you were close to. It was easier to be a mentor figure and convince people that she truly didn't care about that person... She was just doing a good deed and helping them out. That was an easier lie to tell than she didn't really love her husband... She was just keeping him around for fun.
The woman swung another punch at the bag before stretching out her neck and rolling her shoulders again. Once she was warmed up a little, she would stretch out and then go back to her workout. Just a few more punches...
A voice drew her eyes from the bag, and she stood up straight, looking at the source of the voice. She had seen his face before. A new resident maybe? She was required to look over all the profiles on a regular basis, and his face didn't look so familiar as to be one that she had seen one hundred times already... But it was familiar enough. "Actually no... Just staying active," She said, watching him. Her face always looked a bit hard and stern, but she truly didn't mean it to be. Even when she was being nice, she usually pushed people away because they couldn't read her. "It's good practice, I guess... For a fight." She shrugged her shoulders and pulled her arm across her chest to start stretching. She supposed she was warm enough now to stretch and have a short conversation. She wouldn't turn down anyone who would willingly talk to her. Usually it was a forced activity.
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Post by ZIGGY FELIX on Jun 18, 2019 10:19:40 GMT 1
Ziggy hadn’t been around long enough to know if he was talking to another resident or a staff member, the woman appeared to be on the younger side so could be a resident, but since when did apparent age really mean anything in the supernatural world? She could be twenty, could be two hundred for all Ziggy knew, and there did seem to be a real mix of ‘kids’ and ‘adults’ here from what he was observing. Either way he was still going with the plan that it was best to play nice, maybe sneak a snack if he felt he could get away with it as being in the gym any sudden fatigued could easily be blamed on exertion on her part, not that Ziggy planned on snacking to any real noticeable degree just enough to mean he didn’t have to find the canteen.
For now he just talked and made what he hoped was a good joke, for sure if he was throwing fists at a punchbag he would be picturing someone who had annoyed him recently, but apparently this woman was not… Well, that was pretty boring. Ziggy said nothing though and just took a few steps closer, rounding Mint a little and looking her and the punchbag over as she added on how this was all good practice for fighting. It caused the fox to pause, did that mean she was involved in a lot of fights or just expected to be at some point?
“Guess so.” he replied with an amused chuckle. “You fight a lot,” He started to ask, “or just expect them?” As it would either mean she was someone worth avoiding (just as Ziggy could fight, didn’t mean he wanted to for no reason) or she was a guard, and so still best avoided if he wanted to get away with similar stuff he did on the street. “Have to say, either way it ain’t too comforting to hear on second day here.” He joked, truthfully though he wasn’t bothered. Fights happened all the time on the street and all the time back when his Sire owned him. Bloodshed was the last thing that worried him but he felt like he should act like it did.
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Post by MINT WIMBERLY PAIGE on Jun 25, 2019 8:04:11 GMT 1
It was always a bit difficult to determine who was staff and who was resident. Many of the creatures at Manson were immortal or aged extremely slowly. Not that age really mattered since there weren't any age restrictions at Manson. That is, unless it was your job to keep track of who was who. Mint was almost positive that no new staff members had been hired within the past couple days, so this surely had to be a resident. That was fine, though, because Mint generally enjoyed most of the residents at the academy... There were just a select few that she wasn't too fond of. Then again, if it weren't for them, she probably wouldn't be employed at Manson.
Mint chuckled slightly at his comment and gave a small shrug. "I just like to be prepared is all. If there ever is a fight, I definitely want to come out one top..." She replied, looking over at the man. He appeared younger than she was, but age was definitely a deceiving thing in the academy. Briefly, she wondered what kind of creature he was. She assumed some kind of animal judging by the fangs she had spotted earlier, but beyond that, she couldn't tell. "I'm Mint," She shared, offering a hand to him,"How are you liking Manson so far?" She debated acting like a resident to see if she could get some sort of information out of him, but she generally didn't like to do that with the residents. She would rather make friends than enemies when it came to many of the residents at Manson. She was good at lying, though... Good at being someone she wasn't because that was what she had done for a long time. Pretend to be someone else, gain trust, and gather information. She had to break that habit, though, because sometimes it was be to tell the truth.
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Post by ZIGGY FELIX on Jun 26, 2019 15:24:09 GMT 1
Ziggy could appreciate Mint’s logic, if you are in a fight, who wants to come out losing? The fox couldn’t help but think if he had been a little better prepared himself he would not be standing here talking to this woman. He be enjoying himself outside still… Ultimately though he didn’t blame it so much on not being strong enough to win but rather he hadn’t expected the other person to have been a staff member here and posses the elemental abilities that he did. “Good point.” he said with a grin and looked over the punch bag, wondering if he could help in some way. If she was a guard it would be good to know what he abilities or limits were, everyone had them.
His focus was snapped back though hearing her name, Mint, which he thought a bit of an odd title but then he guessed ‘Ziggy’ wasn’t exactly common, and the number he used to go by was damn right unnatural in most context, hence the change. When he got the opportunity to pick something he was never going to be a ‘Fred’ or a ‘Brian’, far too common.
“Ziggy.” he replied back with a smile, mostly on account of his naturally flame red hair. “Er, hard to say. Only been here a couple of days.” The fox was sure he could make the best of it, he always did one way or another and really, a building full of crazy and desperate people? If he couldn’t make life easy for himself here then he give up and sign over all his rights here and now then go back to the dude who brought him, because obviously he had lost all his skills and wasn’t fit to be on his own.
"Think you can give me some pointers about surviving here?" It seemed worth asking, and as he did Ziggy walked over towards where some free weights were, might as well tone up while he was here.
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Post by MINT WIMBERLY PAIGE on Jul 6, 2019 18:47:05 GMT 1
As much as it was Mint's default to dance around the truth a bit, she decided against fully leading this new guy astray. She usually tried to make friends with the residents more than enemies, but for the most part, just the fact that she was staff made them turn away from her. She truly was just trying to be a mentor and help them, but most of them got so paranoid that she was slipping them medications or spying on them, so she ended up possibly more of an enemy than she had been originally. Her job wasn't exactly what she was expecting it to be, but she supposed she was good at it... And there wasn't much else she was interested in doing at this point. It wasn't like she had a whole lot of talents outside of her field of work... And she didn't have the patience to sit at a desk job all day. This really was her best option... Her only option.
She looked up and smiled slightly as the young man offered his name. Ziggy... An interesting name. It made her wonder if it was short for anything or some kind of nickname. "Well it's nice to meet you, Ziggy," She replied, turning back to the punching bag. She shrugged at his answer to her question, nodding slightly. "I suppose you're right. It's hard to get a feel for a place this big having only been here a couple days," She agreed, stretching out a bit more as she listened to him speak again. A small chuckle left her lips, and she looked over at him as he walked towards some of the free weights. "Don't pick fights you can't win," She said with a small laugh before shrugging,"And give the staff a chance. We're not all bad." She focused her attention back on the bag, wondering if it was the right move to let him know she was staff. She always seemed to struggle when she didn't hide her identity... Like she was somehow exposed and vulnerable when people knew who she was or what her job was. It seemed silly, but when most of your career was hiding your identity so you didn't die... It seemed a little worth it to be more secretive.
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Post by ZIGGY FELIX on Jul 7, 2019 10:52:21 GMT 1
’Nice to meet you’. Inwardly, Ziggy chuckled, wondering how long that would last… He still did not plan on being an outright arsehole or deliberately awkward to anyone around here but he also knew he was a fox of habit and sooner or later some bad traits were bound to naturally find their way out, which made it important to seem like more of a friend than a foe. Makes it easier to blame a bad attitude on a bad day rather than a natural personality trait. So getting staff on his side was priority number one in his mind even if that took a little omittance of truth here and there.
For now Ziggy thought things were going pretty well, he was taking a neutral approach so far when green badges were concerned, wasn’t like he knew yet how competent anyone here was really, though Mint was giving him a rough idea, and a little disappointment admittedly. She seemed like she actually did her job half decently or at least cared enough to to do the minimum to earn a pay check. Of course he guessed it could all be words and show but right now he didn’t think that. So “Likewise.” he replied in a friendly enough tone for someone who was just meeting another who could probably lock him away and hide the key for as long as she wanted without question.
Maybe next week or even in the next few days his whole opinion of Manson would alter. Right now he was seeing things as an easy meal but if people proved to be too competent then he was not going to willingly stick around. Street life or slave life might not be easy but he had managed to bend things to his liking or just get other, weaker personalities to fall into line behind him. This fox was crafty if nothing else, able to make the most of most situations. And he would joke that Manson can’t be worse than where he came from but he didn’t want that fact known yet, too much risk involved really. “Ask me next week?” he suggested with a grin, he guessed it might take that long to go through all the enrolment things.
He figured he should have a good feel for the place then too but if Mint had another added of use he would be grateful to hear it. What she did say was kind of stating the obvious though and Ziggy didn’t plan to pick any fights. If a fight came he would engage but to provoke something? That was stupid.
“I’m not judgemental…Not a fighter really.” Ziggy lied with a small shrug, not too surprised now to have it confirmed Mint was staff. “So, treat people how you want to be treated, works elsewhere, why not here?” he said while picking up a dumbbell.
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Post by MINT WIMBERLY PAIGE on Aug 5, 2019 16:07:07 GMT 1
Mint had been told that her tactics of trying to make friends with the residents was useless because most of them didn't want to be friends with anyone. But the fact of the matter was, even the most violent of the residents she had dealt with wanted someone they could trust. They needed someone to calm them down and explain to them what was going to happen and why. Then again... She knew that it wouldn't work on everyone. After all, they were mostly just... Crazy. She couldn't treat them like they were crazy, though. It was a respect thing. A lot of them wanted to be respected, and "crazy" didn't have a whole lot of respect tied to it. There were some, though, that wanted to be considered crazy... Those, she thought, just had something they wanted to prove. Really, she was uncertain that she would ever be able to understand the residents here... Unless, of course, she herself went crazy. That was a possibility with everything that she had seen. One day, she could snap and go completely mad. She didn't see it happening too soon, though. She was too strong for that... She hoped.
Mint gave a small smile to Ziggy accompanied with the slightest of nods. "Will do. I think you'll find you like it here. It's not so bad," She said with a shrug. She had confirmed with Ziggy that she was staff, but it didn't seem to scare him away. Maybe he was putting on a face just so he wouldn't get locked up after a couple of days... Or maybe he was there for something other than violence or killing. That would be nice to see. Mint knew there were plenty of residents who didn't fight or kill, but she was normally dealing with the ones who did. It got a little exhausting because she couldn't figure out why they were so intent on killing or harming others, but she did her job all the same, never asking questions. Mint shrugged again at Ziggy's comment and nodded. "Yeah... I guess that's pretty obvious, huh?" She asked with a small laugh. She had stated the obvious, but really she wasn't sure what to tell him. She did like the fact that he said he wasn't much of a fighter... Even if she knew he could be lying. "Well... You'll probably meet at least one person who wants to fight you... But a lot of the residents are very nice... Some are very skittish... You'll meet a variety of people, that's for sure." She said, swinging a couple more punches at the bag hanging in front of her.
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Post by ZIGGY FELIX on Aug 6, 2019 17:41:11 GMT 1
Ziggy would agree that it was ‘not so bad’ at Manson but when the comparison is a life of slavery then the bar to get over is set pretty low. He couldn’t help but scoff a little but then nodded in agreement with her, still being confident that any aspects that he did find he disliked could be altered or taken out to suit himself. If the staff were all as agreeable as Mint he did not think it would be hard to do, as a charming smile and good attitude can take you a long way in the world. Which is obvious when you think about it, who wants to do good things to or for someone who appears to be a arsehole?
Still casually lifting some free weights while he talked, Ziggy only switched how how he was lifting them now, working different parts of his arm muscle that if asked, he would put down to being gained from shifter blood rather than through physical activity like fighting. Or maybe hunting, hunting he felt would be believable.
He gave a smile and nodded, “Honestly, that is what I am hoping.” he said but then was quick to clarify he was meaning the whole meeting a lot of people rather than anyone that wanted to fight him. “Meeting people I mean. Cos’ I never met another werefox like me so that would be cool.” Ziggy saw no reason to share the fact that the more he met meant the more meal options he had, he didn’t think it was any of Mint’s business for one thing. It was not as if he was going to go around forcing anyone into his bed room, he had no need to… “Figured someone might want to fight, always get people like that wherever you are.” he said trying to sound amused even if deep down he knew he likely try and break the jaw of anyone that did randomly try and start something with him.
"So why are you working here? Doesn't look like you have to be, if you know what I mean." Ziggy asked curiously, just meaning she didn't look dead and pale like a vampire, no funny eye colours like the fae, she seemed human. He knew his own details would be out there for all the staff to read soon enough so felt it was only fair to learn a little about Mint.
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