Striker Eureka's Repair Bay
SOMEWHAT SASSY THEMES
Striker
Eureka's
Repair Bay
Hey, I'm Sydney Brentwood, head of repairs of Striker Eureka, in the Hong Kong Shatterdome!

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I track the tag: strikerrepairgirl

FC: Michell Rodriguez

M!A 1: none/accepting
M!A 2: none/accepting




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OOC: I gots a bit for Sydney tonight…anyone wanna do a thing? Or should I craw to my marvel account and forget I ever came here?

strikerrepairgirl wondered:
"Missed me?" Sydney said with a smile.

macklyn-warlow:

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"Sydney!" Ben smiled, moving to hug her, but stopping unsure if he was overstepping. "I did, a great deal."


"Maybe I will, I could do with a break from up here." Though in fact he loved it, loved the range of people he was meeting and the amount of critical injuries and long term sickness was down, because of what he was doing.

"Now why would we skip? I was brought up to be a gentleman and I gentleman always offers his arm when escorting a lady." He smiled knowing she might not see herself as a lady.

Sydney chuckled when Ben called her a lady. “And here I though chivalry was dead. If being a gentleman is what you want then you’ll get no complaints from me, though I don’t think I am a lady” she walked with him down the halls, so they could get to the Shatterdome exit and get a ride to town.

"Honestly, I’ve heard and seen how well you’ve been doing up here. When one of the other blokes back at the repair bay collapsed cause he skipped his metharocyn pill a few times, we all pretty much figured he was suffering from over exposure…yet he seemed to be walking fine after taking in so much radiation. How do ya do it?"

Ben smiled. “I’m always a gentlemen, my dear.” He smiled with a wink. “Some of the guys in here could do with a lesson in chivalry, some of their chat up lines and how they approach the women here, its disgusting and I am embarrassed for them.” He said shaking his head.

"I have a talent it seems, healing hands some would say." He grinned. Though in fact it was the fact he was hybrid, so long as no one saw him give those seriously injured a bit of his blood then he would be okay.

She could tell he had a very odd way of speaking; like if he came from another time and was not from her own. Had she known Ben as she should have though, she would have figured out, he was not an ordinary creature.

However, those thought she dismissed and focused on something else. “Healing hands? Quite a skill. Quite a good job for not having to much medical training. But I figure its what we need around here. The less time people spend in the medical bay, the quicker and more efficiently can we respond to the Kaiju alerts”

"So…Mr. Gentleman. You never did mention where you were from. Or is it that you still don’t remember?" she wondered if Ben had gotten enough time to sort out his memories or if he was still in the blank.

Ben could hear her and knew she was wondering what he was, questioning if he was human or not. But as long as he kept to what he was doing it should be okay, he should be okay.

Ben smiled. “Well everyone has their natural talents I guess healing people is mine. Most definitely, we could use a few more hands up here.” He smiled. “Yeah less time up there the more time they can spend down in the repair bay or training.” He smiled.

"I….well a place called Bon Temps keeps popping into my head, but I haven’t had the time or energy to look into and to be honest I’m enjoying myself here."

"Bon Temps?" Sydney shrugged. "Well, for one thing I can tell you, that is nowhere is Australia. Or at least I have not heard of it. Do you think maybe that’s where you’re from?" she asked.

"Its the only place that keeps popping into my head. So I would imagine so….but I already guessed I wasn’t Australian, I don’t have the accent for starters." He smiled.

"You’d be surprised at how many accents there are in Australia" Sydney chuckled. "It isn’t all about the "Oi mate!! Ain’t it a ‘beaut of a sheila?" she rolled her eyes. "It all depends on who you’re talking with. I’ve heard a few that sounded more British than a real Brit. Now, if you’re from the bush, that’s another matter entirely"

"You ever wondered if someone misses you?"

"Really? I have been told a lie! All Australians talk like that don’t they." He teased. "But there is a subtle twang that you have even if you don’t speak like that, and if not Australian I would have said New Zealand." He smiled.

"No…..I figure if I was missed someone would have looked for me. But I am happy here, I’m doing good, I have friends…right." He nudges her gently.

Sydney chuckled and gave him a playful nudge. “We all sound different and yes…we are friendsi” She gave him a soft smiled. “And we’re about to get drinks, and since we can’t get drunk out there cause then they won’t let us in, I have a few bottle of Kahlua always stashed in my closet which you are welcomed to try”

moonypond:

Lyrics inspired graphics (7/?)

Whispering - Alex Clare (x)

Whispering, whispering, whispering, whispering
 As I pass myself down to my knees

Based off (x)

strikerrepairgirl wondered:
"Missed me?" Sydney said with a smile.

macklyn-warlow:

strikerrepairgirl:

macklyn-warlow:

strikerrepairgirl:

macklyn-warlow:

strikerrepairgirl:

macklyn-warlow:

macklyn-warlow:

"Sydney!" Ben smiled, moving to hug her, but stopping unsure if he was overstepping. "I did, a great deal."


"Maybe I will, I could do with a break from up here." Though in fact he loved it, loved the range of people he was meeting and the amount of critical injuries and long term sickness was down, because of what he was doing.

"Now why would we skip? I was brought up to be a gentleman and I gentleman always offers his arm when escorting a lady." He smiled knowing she might not see herself as a lady.

Sydney chuckled when Ben called her a lady. “And here I though chivalry was dead. If being a gentleman is what you want then you’ll get no complaints from me, though I don’t think I am a lady” she walked with him down the halls, so they could get to the Shatterdome exit and get a ride to town.

"Honestly, I’ve heard and seen how well you’ve been doing up here. When one of the other blokes back at the repair bay collapsed cause he skipped his metharocyn pill a few times, we all pretty much figured he was suffering from over exposure…yet he seemed to be walking fine after taking in so much radiation. How do ya do it?"

Ben smiled. “I’m always a gentlemen, my dear.” He smiled with a wink. “Some of the guys in here could do with a lesson in chivalry, some of their chat up lines and how they approach the women here, its disgusting and I am embarrassed for them.” He said shaking his head.

"I have a talent it seems, healing hands some would say." He grinned. Though in fact it was the fact he was hybrid, so long as no one saw him give those seriously injured a bit of his blood then he would be okay.

She could tell he had a very odd way of speaking; like if he came from another time and was not from her own. Had she known Ben as she should have though, she would have figured out, he was not an ordinary creature.

However, those thought she dismissed and focused on something else. “Healing hands? Quite a skill. Quite a good job for not having to much medical training. But I figure its what we need around here. The less time people spend in the medical bay, the quicker and more efficiently can we respond to the Kaiju alerts”

"So…Mr. Gentleman. You never did mention where you were from. Or is it that you still don’t remember?" she wondered if Ben had gotten enough time to sort out his memories or if he was still in the blank.

Ben could hear her and knew she was wondering what he was, questioning if he was human or not. But as long as he kept to what he was doing it should be okay, he should be okay.

Ben smiled. “Well everyone has their natural talents I guess healing people is mine. Most definitely, we could use a few more hands up here.” He smiled. “Yeah less time up there the more time they can spend down in the repair bay or training.” He smiled.

"I….well a place called Bon Temps keeps popping into my head, but I haven’t had the time or energy to look into and to be honest I’m enjoying myself here."

"Bon Temps?" Sydney shrugged. "Well, for one thing I can tell you, that is nowhere is Australia. Or at least I have not heard of it. Do you think maybe that’s where you’re from?" she asked.

"Its the only place that keeps popping into my head. So I would imagine so….but I already guessed I wasn’t Australian, I don’t have the accent for starters." He smiled.

"You’d be surprised at how many accents there are in Australia" Sydney chuckled. "It isn’t all about the "Oi mate!! Ain’t it a ‘beaut of a sheila?" she rolled her eyes. "It all depends on who you’re talking with. I’ve heard a few that sounded more British than a real Brit. Now, if you’re from the bush, that’s another matter entirely"

"You ever wondered if someone misses you?"

stonedpervert:

Puerto Rico: U.S. Lab by Luis Torres

Test trials of Agent Orange were carried out in Puerto Rico.

The US imposed a military government on Puerto Rico a century ago when it was seized from the Spanish. The island of Vieques (40 miles off the coast, population 5,500) has been used for target practise by the US military for the last 60 years from 1941 until 2003. Since 1980 it has been used for test firing of depleted uranium munitions, chemical contaminants have found their way into ground water, local crabs have 20 times the normal levels of heavy metals, cancer rates amongst the island’s population is twice the national average.

The Sterilization of Puerto Rican Women

“…corroborated by witnesses involved in the experiments, the Rockefeller Institute, founded in 1901 to study the science of medicine and to develop an understanding of the nature and causes of disease… sponsored a cancer research project using healthy Puerto Rican citizens… unwitting human subjects were deliberately injected with cancer cells… to see how humans develop cancer… Dr. Cornelius Rhoades (who conducted the experiments and work for the Rockefeller Foundation) when asked why he chose Puerto Ricans to conduct the research stated flatly, ‘The Puerto Ricans are the dirtiest, laziest, most degenerate and thievish race of men ever to to inhabit this sphere’. Despite the resulting cancer deaths and blatant racism, Dr. Rhoades was lauded for his research.”

HAARP in Puerto Rico 

“HAARP”, an acronym for “High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program”…Can create earthquakes, tornadoes, hurricanes, tsunamis, jam all global communications, disrupt weather systems, interfere with migration patterns, disrupt human mental processes, negatively affect your health and disrupt the upper atmosphere.

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strikerrepairgirl wondered:
"Missed me?" Sydney said with a smile.

macklyn-warlow:

strikerrepairgirl:

macklyn-warlow:

strikerrepairgirl:

macklyn-warlow:

macklyn-warlow:

"Sydney!" Ben smiled, moving to hug her, but stopping unsure if he was overstepping. "I did, a great deal."


"Maybe I will, I could do with a break from up here." Though in fact he loved it, loved the range of people he was meeting and the amount of critical injuries and long term sickness was down, because of what he was doing.

"Now why would we skip? I was brought up to be a gentleman and I gentleman always offers his arm when escorting a lady." He smiled knowing she might not see herself as a lady.

Sydney chuckled when Ben called her a lady. “And here I though chivalry was dead. If being a gentleman is what you want then you’ll get no complaints from me, though I don’t think I am a lady” she walked with him down the halls, so they could get to the Shatterdome exit and get a ride to town.

"Honestly, I’ve heard and seen how well you’ve been doing up here. When one of the other blokes back at the repair bay collapsed cause he skipped his metharocyn pill a few times, we all pretty much figured he was suffering from over exposure…yet he seemed to be walking fine after taking in so much radiation. How do ya do it?"

Ben smiled. “I’m always a gentlemen, my dear.” He smiled with a wink. “Some of the guys in here could do with a lesson in chivalry, some of their chat up lines and how they approach the women here, its disgusting and I am embarrassed for them.” He said shaking his head.

"I have a talent it seems, healing hands some would say." He grinned. Though in fact it was the fact he was hybrid, so long as no one saw him give those seriously injured a bit of his blood then he would be okay.

She could tell he had a very odd way of speaking; like if he came from another time and was not from her own. Had she known Ben as she should have though, she would have figured out, he was not an ordinary creature.

However, those thought she dismissed and focused on something else. “Healing hands? Quite a skill. Quite a good job for not having to much medical training. But I figure its what we need around here. The less time people spend in the medical bay, the quicker and more efficiently can we respond to the Kaiju alerts”

"So…Mr. Gentleman. You never did mention where you were from. Or is it that you still don’t remember?" she wondered if Ben had gotten enough time to sort out his memories or if he was still in the blank.

Ben could hear her and knew she was wondering what he was, questioning if he was human or not. But as long as he kept to what he was doing it should be okay, he should be okay.

Ben smiled. “Well everyone has their natural talents I guess healing people is mine. Most definitely, we could use a few more hands up here.” He smiled. “Yeah less time up there the more time they can spend down in the repair bay or training.” He smiled.

"I….well a place called Bon Temps keeps popping into my head, but I haven’t had the time or energy to look into and to be honest I’m enjoying myself here."

"Bon Temps?" Sydney shrugged. "Well, for one thing I can tell you, that is nowhere is Australia. Or at least I have not heard of it. Do you think maybe that’s where you’re from?" she asked.

druglordkai:

Yeah, it’s a quick break for the Mikimoto Zeta illustrations.  Just had to pass this along, cause this sums up the awkward implications of Pacific Rim’s neural handshake perfectly.

Still enjoyed the film, but man, this idea DOES get disturbing to think about.

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"Do not drop your cigarette butts on the ground. The fish crawl out at night and smoke them and we are trying to get them to quit."

Rincon, Puerto Rico