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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 12, 2012 13:36:20 GMT -5
Vaughn grabbed at his mouth with his hand, letting out another puff of frustration as he stared at Hobbs with the gun in hand. "Really, you prance around here like you know every goddamn answer there is to know about anything. You tell me how to do my job, and then you just bitch and bitch and bitch. You still seem to make time to fuck around with the Lt. and interrupt my lecture. Yeah, I knew that was you. I enjoy teaching as well as I enjoy hunting. I take this job seriously but I also need to make money on the side. I put what I can into our already dwindling finances. I don't give you much workload. I've only asked you--" Vaughn said, putting out a hand and counting on his fingers. "To take a look at my crossbow, work on security updates for the Compound, and now this suit. If your work load is too damn big, then move shit to the side, hire an intern, get somebody down here to help. If not, then you can leave. There's a reason why I don't ask you to go on hunts much. I know you're busy, so stop acting like you're the damn victim all the time. Excuse me for asking you to do your job."
Vaughn let out some more deep breaths, trying to relax himself. "Hobbs, you can honestly shove it up your ass. I need to earn your respect, seriously? What like the Lt.?" Vaughn said pointing out of the tech room door, "I need to sleep around all the time with different women like him in order to get your respect? Should I be like him? Your old Commander went AWOL and your Lt. was on the verge of crying because he had to do everything by himself. Some respect you got. I tell you to put a gun down and not shoot at every supernatural we see and you become a complete bitch. This is my compound Hobbs, if you cant listen to directions or respect authority. Then get out." Vaughn shoved the gun in the back of his pants, leaving the handle propped out.
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Post by Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung on Oct 12, 2012 15:16:20 GMT -5
Hobbs nearly laughed out loud at the fact that Logan had done the switcharoo on her ‘get out’ comment. Classic redirection technique; she could spot one a mile off.
“The armour and the base security, you really think those are just two jobs? The armour has about ten different projects I need to be working on, like the various layers, and the exoskeleton, and the headset and... And the security of the base is at least fifty different jobs all rolled into one, you can’t condense it down like that when you have absolutely no idea how much work actually goes into this.” She threw her hands up and walked away across the armoury. She knew he didnt really mean for her to leave the base, Hobbs was too valuable, knew too much about the base and the Hunters. If spited she could go to the Immortals with all kinds of information, and Lord knows she would, too. Just to piss Logan off. After all, Hell hath no fury...
But it wasn’t fury in her voice now. If anything, there was a weariness when she next spoke. She sank down onto a table, half-leaning against it as she ran her hands through her hair.
“Logan, I... it’s just...” her mind drew blanks. She didn’t expect him to understand. She didn’t sleep, hadn’t done so properly in about a year and a half, and suffered extreme nightmares whenever she dropped off. PTSD lingered like pain in the mind, not the flesh. She hadn’t been right for a long time, but now she lacked the coping mechanisms enough to really keep herself together.
“I’m running on empty here. Stark and I... he was my best friend. I didn’t respect him because he was a man-whore. I respected him because he was my friend, a damn good Hunter, and we had a whole lot of emotional scars in common. I told him things you only know by snooping around my files. He’s the only one I ever trusted enough to share that stuff with. I just hoped that you’d be able to help me here instead of piling on more work and - and expecting it to be done to an exacting standard. I am trying here, but expecting me to be responsible for everything you do isn’t making anything easier.”
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Oct 12, 2012 17:07:18 GMT -5
"I respect the Lt, he's a good man with a lot going on. I could consider him a friend, if not one of my only friends here at the Compound. Look, I know it's going to take some time for you to accept me. But you can respect me because I'm your Commander. If you dont like me as a person--Well that's up to you."
Vaughn let out a deep breath of relief and looked at her. "Good" Vaughn said as he pulled his arms apart and rested them on his front pockets. "At least know we are communicating like civil beings. I understand you're under a lot of pressure, which is why I've also come down to give you a break. Write up a list of duties that need to be done while you're gone. Report back in two weeks. The Compound will be here when you get back."
Walking over to the attachments desk, Vaughn pulled out some drawers and took out his gun, placing it on the table and taking it apart slowly. "Might as well clean this again" He said under his breath as he concentrated on the gun in front of him.
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Post by Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung on Oct 14, 2012 21:39:00 GMT -5
"Logan, if I respect anyone it’s not because of rank or title or credentials. It’s because of who they are." Hobbs looked away. She wasn’t some army desert rat anymore. Hobbs had long since passed the time when official superiority alone would earn her favour. She had outgrown the childish way in which she had once blindly followed those who had done nothing to earn their leadership. As far as she was concerned, Logan was just another Hunter, and the sad truth was she didn’t know him nearly well enough to respect him the way he wanted her to.
She rejected his two week break. Rest was a luxury the Hunters couldn't afford, and the way she was now any break would be a fortnight or insomnia and restlessness. At least here she had something to occupy her ever-buzzing mind.
"I can’t" she said, not looking at him. "I need to be here. Nobody else can keep this lab together and there’s nobody else who can take over my work. I need to get the security chamber done, I need to get the defenses fitted, because otherwise Werewolves and Vampires could just waltz in here, I need to stay here and get this - all of this - done. There's nobody else who can."
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