06-07-2016, 11:53 PM
Ara blinked, coughed, looking at the human staring at her as though she had suddenly started to glow...although she was pretty certain she had always been in compliance and through decon procedures after being in contact with radioactive materials, so she really shouldn't be glowing. As it was, she felt absolutely ill with the gunk she had tossed down and hopefully not back up again..gahhhhhh. She blinked her interesting eyes at the human and how he seemed first of all, at a loss, and commented that she should see a different type of doctor. Then she visibly flinched as though slapped in the face as Silver mentioned his 'own group of recruits' and who she should be asking, completely missing the fact that the doctor had sidestepped the last question about that very person. She swallowed, ears flat into her ebony waterfall of hair as she listened to him, her long usual babbling effectively silenced. Tail limp, she slowly and stiffly saluted the doctor, crushed as she was reminded very firmly she wasn't in his group of recruits as she had thought she would be. "Y-yes, sir, Doctor Silver. Thankyouforyourhelp, sir. Goodevening." She couldn't speak or exit the tent fast enough at that point, her babble going to lightspeed as she quickly turned and slunk out of Medical.
She let her feet drag her back to her new 'home' of the Base Ops Barracks tent, her heart and chest filled with ice and lead. She was thoroughly miserable now, inside and out, physically and mentally and as far as she was concerned, emotionally as well. Worst of all, she just plain didn't understand the things she was doing wrong - not that it was unusual for her, but nobody except her elder siblings were blunt enough to tell her why what she did was unacceptable, or wasn't proper behavior until now; although so far that was in military protocols and foraging, both things she had no strengths with. In school she had been teased ceaselessly, but since she didn't understand and responded to taunts with questions and different interpretations, they fizzled fast and it just wasn't fun to torment the 'weird girl'. Even her human Free Runner companions were not very forthcoming with explanations and she needed data to process things properly.
She slipped into the tent and past her new bunkmates as she listened to the end of the cheetah male's confident poise on the subject of doing better. She felt the statistics so far (at least in her view) did not support that hypothesis. She slunk to her cot and oozed into it onto her belly, feeling sick to her stomach and disenheartened. She felt pretty sure the others could manage to figure out who would be capable of leading this haphazard team without her input: she obviously was the worst choice.
She let her feet drag her back to her new 'home' of the Base Ops Barracks tent, her heart and chest filled with ice and lead. She was thoroughly miserable now, inside and out, physically and mentally and as far as she was concerned, emotionally as well. Worst of all, she just plain didn't understand the things she was doing wrong - not that it was unusual for her, but nobody except her elder siblings were blunt enough to tell her why what she did was unacceptable, or wasn't proper behavior until now; although so far that was in military protocols and foraging, both things she had no strengths with. In school she had been teased ceaselessly, but since she didn't understand and responded to taunts with questions and different interpretations, they fizzled fast and it just wasn't fun to torment the 'weird girl'. Even her human Free Runner companions were not very forthcoming with explanations and she needed data to process things properly.
She slipped into the tent and past her new bunkmates as she listened to the end of the cheetah male's confident poise on the subject of doing better. She felt the statistics so far (at least in her view) did not support that hypothesis. She slunk to her cot and oozed into it onto her belly, feeling sick to her stomach and disenheartened. She felt pretty sure the others could manage to figure out who would be capable of leading this haphazard team without her input: she obviously was the worst choice.