Big Dicc Marty
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Between the rude transfer to the weird kids, the uncomfortable rock of troop transport too similar to dusty remote gravel back roads and the now oppressive weight hanging on his shoulders inside this all too quiet lobby far asunder from what should be order, Justice was nervous. He hardly even had a grasp on his abilities. Being able to bend the will of his own muscles to summon some sense of strength on his scrawny frame didn't transfer too terribly well, the best he has practiced was twisting away another person's arm to make clean shots harder. The small stack of books he keeps about anatomy hasn't helped nearly enough even after the hours of late night studying and practice.
The pressure to impress was arguably worse than that gnawing unease that had his palms clammy and his far too powerful brain racing to halt and tremors that wanted to arise in protest of his anxiety. Calm yerself, Jack. You'll make it. Scraped knee ain't nuthin'.
Justice continued to recite the words of affirmation in that low drawl he missed so much as his watery eyes scanned the chaotic lobby, looking over the chunky morphs of armor for some insight into just what happened. Look 'round ya boy, what woulda deer do? He paused at the map, slowly stepping forward to get a clearer picture. What woulda deer do? Justice thought over and over, mumbling the evacuation procedures as he read them. Were he a deer, scared and frightened, he'd follow those evacuation procedures. He would have seen it over and over and over and practiced by rote. Even if it doesn't lead to anything good, he would be proud Justice at least learned where everything is. That's why they hiked up the mountain. To see the city. To learn the place of everything and everyone and take pot shot guesses at what would happen next.
The pressure to impress was arguably worse than that gnawing unease that had his palms clammy and his far too powerful brain racing to halt and tremors that wanted to arise in protest of his anxiety. Calm yerself, Jack. You'll make it. Scraped knee ain't nuthin'.
Justice continued to recite the words of affirmation in that low drawl he missed so much as his watery eyes scanned the chaotic lobby, looking over the chunky morphs of armor for some insight into just what happened. Look 'round ya boy, what woulda deer do? He paused at the map, slowly stepping forward to get a clearer picture. What woulda deer do? Justice thought over and over, mumbling the evacuation procedures as he read them. Were he a deer, scared and frightened, he'd follow those evacuation procedures. He would have seen it over and over and over and practiced by rote. Even if it doesn't lead to anything good, he would be proud Justice at least learned where everything is. That's why they hiked up the mountain. To see the city. To learn the place of everything and everyone and take pot shot guesses at what would happen next.
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