Alex «Havok» Summers
25 May 2014 @ 07:48 pm
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[Since the other Barge, Alex has been quiet. A lot of the anger he was feeling in the last few months has gone, or at least - more likely - been suppressed. He let out too much anger when he was there, and it probably still counts. Probably.]

[With Aeryn graduated - which he doesn't make an announcement about; it was her business to say goodbye to people, if she wanted to - he's quieter still. His habits become almost pathological. In the morning he runs in the CES. During the day, he spends time in the gym, maybe too much, and visits Ben in the kitchens.]

[And then, on a whim, he starts visiting the gardens. They remind him of Snow. Lately, idly, he's been thinking of visiting her. Seeing the forest she talked about.]

[The gardens are the place where he smiles most, at nothing in particular that's outside of his head.]


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[He has to knock on her door with an elbow, because his hands are full. Full of bowls and plates haphazardly covered with tinfoil. It actually smells good, although he's dead certain he fucked something up. He's never cooked, properly cooked, without her before.]

[But at least he didn't set anything on fire.]


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[Alex is pretty sure that most people, on meeting him, would never suspect he's got the problem of thinking too much. Maybe the opposite. He knows he's no genius, especially compared with some of the people on board, and a lot of times he lets his heart do his thinking instead of his brain.]

[But in terms of ruminating, perseverating, worrying, he does that plenty. And this is something he's thought about for maybe too long. Maybe he should have done it before. But things just kept coming up.]

[There won't be a perfect time to ask a favor this big. He's tried to resign himself to that, but it'd be a lie to say he's not nervous as he knocks on Ben's door.]
 
 
Alex «Havok» Summers
17 February 2014 @ 01:22 pm
oh alien, you'll be just fine. )

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[See Alex. See Alex at the skating rink, with all necessary hockey accoutrements, just finishing up playing some solo hockey. Badly. The communicator appears to be resting on the wall of the rink; he waves at it pretty vigorously, his breath hanging in the air.]

Hey! So as some of you know - some of you new people, I guess, maybe don't - we have a skating rink. I have the keys and everything, but as long as you don't stab anyone with skates you're welcome. And we've been talking about having a serious hockey tournament for ages, so - here's phase one: try to beat me into the ice. Because seriously, it's the only way I'll learn.

Or come out and do some one-on-one, whatever you want. I'll be out here all afternoon.

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[And he is - out on the ice for the rest of the morning and into early afternoon, until he has to run to cover Ben's kitchen shift. He's been doing this more frequently lately than usual because Ben's been sick, but even now he's not the best at it. Kitchen work doesn't come naturally to him, but at least he follows direction well.]

[Immediately after lunch, he takes a walk in the CES, then attacks the CTS full force. The simulation it provides is terrifying in its sterility: robots twice his height, slow-moving but determined to capture rather thn terminate. His endeavor is to dismantle rather than destroy - a finesse exercise.]

[He leaves the CTS a smoking ruin. He's not much for finesse these days.]