( S T R E S S ) Relief // OPEN

[TRINITY ROSE BARNES]

Trinity Barnes had yet to feel relaxed on this Poseidon's Star cruise. Though she'd been convinced to go because a profession in the FBI could get seriously stressful, it seemed she felt even more stressed when she was away. What was going on in her absence? It was probably idiotic of her to think that everything would fall apart with her gone, but it was her lovely workaholic nature to continue thinking the worst while she was away.

Barnes sighed and called for yet another drink at the bar she'd found (thank God) not long after she'd arrived. She was never the type to get ridiculously drunk, like some of the passengers she'd seen stumbling around, but a few drinks could do her good. She rested her chin comfortably in the palm of her hand and stifled a yawn before allowing her grayish eyes to dart around in search for a clock. None found. She assumed it was late, but she could get tired at any time of the day. Getting old early there, Barnes?

The FBI agent lifted the glass to her lips once more and allowed the cool liquid to pass through and slither down her throat to leave her in a comfortable bliss. If there was any relaxing at all to be done on this cruise, she hoped it would come soon, because right now she felt like she was lingering on chasing murderers more than she did when she was actually doing it with a gun hiding snugly in her pocket.

Barnes had decided not to tell most people her profession unless asked, as she found most people got nervous while talking to her when she'd explained it to them. That wasn't the case for everyone, though. Some took the profession as a great thing and they'd go into nice conversations about it. As long as they didn't make any jokes, she was fine with conversing.

She was just too literal a woman for those.

Words: 329
Tags: Anyone~
Notes: None :3
Lyrics: Dissolved Girl - Massive Attack

[LINDSEY CAMILLA ROSS]

* lalalalala lyrics ,
THEY WILL GO HERE EVENTUALLYYY.

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( and when they do you will know-oh-oh oh, sorry i'm a little crazy )[/center]

So far so good, and Lindsey Camilla Ross was able to elide all the tedious formalities and necessary small talk that she was supposed to get those who were in need of treatment to engage in. Mostly because there really wasn’t a lot of first aid work that needed to be done; if anything it had been so quiet she may as well have called it a Monday- even if it was a Wednesday. Sat on a rakish kind of vessel in the middle of the ocean (or, nowhere, because geography was no her strong point), with nothing to do was not something that she enjoyed- though it was nice, she did feel that she needed to do something to compensate her ability to work diligently and quickly. Whilst at the same time Lindsey also didn’t want to be inundated with a copious amount of patients all in one go.

Which, was probably why she ended up lolloping around the cruise liner, scouring every nook and cranny; every closet space and cupboard space that she could see trying to find something, or someone to do, or sort out. Failing that, Lindsey just gave up and decided to go back to her cabin for a well deserved afternoon nap. Unfortunately her bed appeared to be rigged with some kind of practical joke that was no doubt the work of a prankster mastermind. Scoffing at that idea, she carefully traced the rigging and pulled the prank apart- there was no way that anyone was going to pull one over her.

Lindsey Ross; daredevil and prankster mastermind- she ruled that.

Maybe she was completely satisfied that it was clear and that she was in no immediate danger of being publicly humiliated, Lindsey simply climbed into her bed and curled up under the sheets. If anyone wanted her then they probably knew where to find her- it wasn’t like she did much work around the liner in the first place; she was, after all, the assistant manager of the first aid department. Which was stupid, because being the assistant manager meant that more work was needed to be done; she had no time to slack off and be lazy; she should be working. Maybe later.

Once she was completely satisfied that it was clear and that she was in no immediate danger of being publicly humiliated, Lindsey simply climbed into her bed and curled up under the sheets. If anyone wanted her then they probably knew where to find her- it wasn’t like she did much work around the liner in the first place; she was, after all, the assistant manager of the first aid department. Which was stupid, because being the assistant manager meant that more work was needed to be done; she had no time to slack off and be lazy; she should be working. Maybe later.

Which then left a rather disgruntled Lindsey to throw the covers off her bed and get to her feet. Albeit way too quickly because she ended up swaying rather precariously for several seconds before falling back onto her bed. Surely that was a sign that she was supposed to stay in bed, right? Or at least have a nap for a couple of hours; because last night had been epically bad with incidents and accidents and she’d gotten little to no sleep at all and was exhausted. In desperate need of a drink.

Speaking of drink, that sounded incredibly appealing to her right now. So incredibly appealing that she got back out of bed (slowly this time) and made her way slowly down to coco cabana (of course on the way she had checked the rota and she wasn’t penned in for anything; and being penned in meant that you weren’t officially working that night), to get herself a drink. Though as she did so she ended up walking right into the back of someone and falling flat on her own face from stumbling backwards. Obviously that was not something that she would’ve liked to have done, but it was something that had happened and something that was not able to hide now. Quickly, Lindsey got to her feet and started to brush herself down; smoothing out her shirt and apologising rather quickly and profusely to the woman she had walked into the back of.

WORDS » six one six
YOU'RE IT » trinity !
LYRICS » coming soon
OUTFIT » coming soon
MUSIC » none
NOTES » hope you don't me joining; also this sucks! i have such a headache

[TRINITY ROSE BARNES]

It was a good thing Barnes had decided not to pick up her drink right at that instant, because someone barreled right into the back of her. The FBI agent let out a gasp and even gave a small jump in her seat, and without thinking, let the ironic stress of being away from her work get the better of her.

“Traditionally people walk one foot in front of the other,” the words rang coldly from her mouth before she even turned around, but she forced herself to hold her tongue after that. She wasn’t really a cold woman, only portrayed as such at times. Finally, Barnes turned to face the woman who had run into her.

She was pretty, with dark hair and eyes and a unique yet proportional face shape. Barnes noticed the woman looked rather apologetic for her actions and tried not to feel regret for snapping at her. “I apologize,” she finally said, holding her hand out for the traditional American greeting. “I’m Trinity Barnes. Are you alright?”

She leaned back against the counter she had been drinking at and ran a hand through her auburn hair. She contemplated buying the other woman a drink for her unacceptable behavior, but she realized that the woman might not even want anything to do with her even after her apology. Many people didn’t after Barnes threw one of her remarks that she didn’t think through at them. Sometimes she’d even insult someone by being brutally honest about a situation and not even realize it.

She hadn’t gotten used to the naturally warm temperatures on the ship yet, and often she’d feel very warm and then suddenly very cold. In this case, Barnes was in one of her unusually warm states, and in result slid her jacket from her shoulders to give way to a maroon camisole that was much more fitting for warm temperatures.

Words: 316
Tags: Lindsey, open. :3
Notes: None xP Other than my word count being inferior. xD
Lyrics: Dissolved Girl - Massive Attack