Well This is Awkward (Open)

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Everything in general about being part of a group wasn't exactly new to Ronnie; she was a person who thrived in a group. But the military was a whole new concept for her. Never before had she even considered such a thing but yet here she was, walking around outside, now officially an Amestrian soldier. It was odd and she had no idea why it happened other than she followed a rather ridiculous thought and it just happened to lead her here. She was in Central and was walking around with a rather bored expression. Why was she bored? She knew nobody here and was still 'new'. And at the moment didn't really have anything to do at all. She was slowly starting to fall into one of her lonely moods as she continued to walk with her arms crossed, looking down.

Today was not her day of wearing anything particularly out of the ordinary and was wearing a gray camouflage long sleeved shirt with a solid darker gray hooded sweatshirt with regularly fitting black cargo pants and her usual dog-tags and combat boots. The only thing particularly out of the ordinary was her hair which was out of it's usual hair-tie and was allowed to flow freely down to her lower back. She hated her hair down only because it never was down and it made everything just a bit more awkward. But today... She didn't mind it. It was actually rather warming and she appreciated it. Actually, she was a bit cold. Which was why her arms were crossed and she was heading for some kind of shelter. She had been staying with some friend but this friend had gone on some kind of trip to the great dessert and she had his little hut like home to herself. It wasn't much but right now she was far from it, and not even heading in the right direction. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she stopped and looked around. Was she the only one this cold? In her mind, most likely. Though it was cold out. But right now she was alone. And when she was alone, she was the only one who could feeling anything not pleasant. Being cold was only meant for her.

Ronnie looked up as she walked with a smug look on her face that still looked bored. And while she continued on her way she couldn't help but feel like this might just be more entertaining is she wasn't just walking. So that is why she made the decision to run. She ran a lot so it wasn't all that odd. She wondered briefly how many people had seen her running around Central in an energetic way with her confident parkour like way of evading obstacles. Then again she was also totally clumsy. She wondered if anyone had noticed THAT. She hoped not. If somebody had noticed that she might just have to threaten them until they forgot it. Or just blow their brains out. They would forget it then for sure. She suddenly violently shook her head. No. She had to try and stop things like that. Unless of course she had to for military reasons.

This was going to be harder than she thought. She had never realized how many violent thoughts she had a day before she felt the need to toss them to the side. She was either going to have to find another outlet for her amusement and anger, or just find a better way to hide it. Maybe if she SEEMED normal it would be fine. People do that stuff, right? Yes, but those people were usually smarter than Ronnie.

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Ahhhhh! What a wonderful day! Sure it was a bit nippy, but you had to still love this wonderful world they lived in. Ogihci walked with passion, kinda skipping almost child like. Today he had learned he could be with friends again and it made him ever so happy. Sure his son had been kind of a grumpy gus, the country having been blown up but, at least he was safe. That was the important part. Though he did worry about his other three sons, how were they? Were they eating well? Were they safe? Of this he was unsure. But, they were strong and he knew this, noway they could be in danger, his heart couldn't take it if they were hurt, let alone dead!

Then is when his loving eyes fell upon a seemingly lonely individual. By the looks of it she had been running and was cold. This would not do! He had actually been in town buying clothes for his friends. They were so hopeless, always trying to save the world or kill themselves they never thought about what they would wear. Oh well, at least they had him around still. He looked into the bag he was carrying and pulled out a wonderful fur coat. Walking up behind the girl he placed it upon her shoulders. "Now come, come, you don't need to be freezing out here on a wonderful day like today," he said with his genuine smile he always seemed to have. It was almost fatherly in appearance.

"Oh! How rude of me, my name is Ogihci Masu, at your service," he said with a little bow. "Also sorry for disturbing, I couldn't help but notice you being cold. Is there a reason your all alone out here? I mean, if anything a beautiful woman like yourself surely has a boyfriend. But, listen to me being so chatty, my apologies miss?" He asked inquiringly.

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Ronnie had completely frozen where she stood and let out a full body shiver even though she felt her body sort of defrost. It was nice that she was now warm but she couldn't help but feel a little frightened that there was a person who just made their way up to her and just threw a coat on her. It frightened her, okay? She jerked her head to look back and was overwhelmed by height. Who was this and what compelled him to do what he did. She was rather curious.

"Now come, come, you don't need to be freezing out here on a wonderful day like today,"

She tilted her head. Amestrian. Yes. They WERE in Amestris. It would make sense to speak Amestrian. She found lately her native language was a bit useless, but she did leave Creta when she was young so she was just going to have to keep that language in the back of her mind. She opened her mouth to speak but for once had nothing to say. Why was she out here? Why wasn't she dressed correctly? She looked down. She didn't even know... She didn't know what drove her out of where she was staying and all the way across Central.

"Oh! How rude of me, my name is Ogihci Masu, at your service," With this Ronnie tilted her head. She wanted to hear him say his name again. The immature part of her thought it sounded fun to say. She couldn't help but grin slightly."Also sorry for disturbing, I couldn't help but notice you being cold. Is there a reason your all alone out here? I mean, if anything a beautiful woman like yourself surely has a boyfriend. But, listen to me being so chatty, my apologies miss?" Ronnie looked like she was thinking for a moment and her mind went through a list of lies. She wasn't sure she wanted to admit to her aimless adventure outside. So she just chuckled slightly. deciding her reply.

"Me, have a boyfriend? Naw, just walkin' around. Needed to chill a bit, didn't know it would be so cold" she admitted with a small smile "My name is Rebecca Gerard... Just call me Ronnie, dawg" she said as she uncrossed her arms and let them fall to her side.

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At first that new hip hop gangsta language that kids seemed to use now a day threw Ogihci a little bit but, soon he recovered. He listened intently and with respect as she poke only offering his kind smile and seeming genuinely enthused to be listening to her. "Rebecca Gerard? What an absolutely lovely name but, if prefer Ronnie I will happily oblige," he said continuing his kind smile. Though he did look to see if he had sprouted a tale, worrying a little when she said "dawg" but, alas it seemed even the master of languages hadn't mastered that particular one. Hmm, well she didn't seem like she wasn't here of her own free will but Ogihci could not help thinking it would be lonely all by yourself. Though it was a little hypocritical since he had also been out here by himself. "Excuse me miss Ronnie, but would you do me the service of joining me, I mean after all it is never fun to be by ones self on a day like today, yes?" He said his more fatherly instincts hoping to help the younger woman and maybe even himself this day.

"Though if you feel like that may be asking too much from an old fool like myself that is perfectly fine. Fufufufu," he mused a little, he would rather she come with him but, it was to be expected after all, they had just met. Though he still waited in anticipation for her answer with that ever kind smile still upon his face. Hopefully she said yes, it would only serve to brighten his day even more than it already was. He was after all a very positive person.

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Ronnie tapping her fingers on her right hand on her thigh and leaned back on her heels and looked up slightly at the sky as he spoke. Looking like she wasn't paying attention but she was to the best of her ability. Which actually was rather well though her thoughts we in a million different places. After he commented on her name and then she narrowed one eye and raised the eyebrow of the other eye. The way he spoke was so... Proper. It was weird. He was polite and used words she wasn't used to hearing outside of Axel, though she had broke Axel out of the habit of using any complicated words around her.

"You kindof talk funny, homes" she said bluntly in her native cretan language "But it's cool" she added to amend her offense. Normally she wouldn't care but... she wanted somebody to talk to. She smiled as he then invited her to join him... Well, atleast she thought that was what was going on. She considered this for a moment and looked at him instead of the sky and shoved her hands in hear hoodie pockets in the front. She shifted her weight to the other side and nodded.

"I... wouldn't mind, actually. I ain't got shit to do" she added as she smiled rather pleasantly, slightly unsure about this. She always got nervous around new people. What did they think of her? What if she did something wrong? These were insecurities she hid with a smug grin.

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He was ever so happy she accepted, and the happiness showed upon his face. "Well wonderful, and your a fellow speaker of Cretan too I see," he said almost ecstatic. It was not often that you found others who would learn another language to better themselves. After all, learning another language was a form of accepting another culture into your life. If many more people did that then maybe there would be less war. But alas, these were just the hopes and ideas of an old man. What did he truly know, eh?

Then he snapped out of his thoughts. It would be rude to just keep daydreaming after all. "Now shall we depart, Miss Ronnie, sorry that I talk funny but I'm not caught up on this language you kids use these days. Don't know how to speak this new fly new hip hop gansta rap yo," he said not really trying to be funny but tried to make hip and cool hand signs which utterly failed. He was quite obviously out of place when it came to this....

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At first Ronnie took a second to translate both parts of the first sentence he spoke but she got it and smiled, nodding. "I'm from Philly, Cretan is my language" she said with a certain amount of pride in her voice. She was proud of where she was from. And she was proud of where she was. She was proud of her development from that reckless girl in a street gang in Philly to actually being a part of the Amestrian Military. She in fact did not understand the transition herself but it worked for her and even though she was still part of the Men in White she was still accomplishing something. Even though that something was usually killing in the name of somebody else. Here she guessed it was Spade... Or Amestris. Or whatever. And for the Men in White it was Takatori. And as long as she got to be destructive and do what she did best she really didn't care how dangerous it was leading that double life. In face, it never really dawned on her to be all that worried. She knew to never tell anyone and to his what she did for the MiW as well as she could possibly manage. Which was surprisingly well for a girl who has the IQ of a stump. She was clever, though. And if Ronnie knew anything it was how to keep secrets.

When he spoke again and couldn't help but laugh. She had to give him credit for trying but that was pretty terrible. "Naw, yous cool dawg" she said as she tilted her head and smiled at him. She rather liked this man. He was funny and nice. Not as a romantic interest clearly but yes. She did quite like him so far. "Lead the way then" she chuckled as she looked slightly off to the side and somewhat downwards. Hell, she would if she knew where they hell they were going in relation to where the hell they were. If only she still had a gps. Then she could glare at it, still get lost, throw it into a river, then beat her head against the steering wheel. Not that she drove, really. And even when she did, she most likely shouldn't. She is a very terrible driver. Nobody ever taught her, so she had to try and pick it up on her own. How she got a licence to do it was beyond her.

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