(Aah, it just was kinna weird for me to one moment be on Jasper, then the next, be in Nortune. I apologize for it's crappiness ahead of time. ^^;)
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Fort Jasper, it had been his home for a rather short time, and before that, it was Solaris. He hadn't even officially graduated from Jugend yet, but he already had an assignment-- from Miss Luka herself, no less... now, all he had to do after arriving was to meet up with Miriam, according to her...

Collin gave his gloves a tug at the wrists to ensure their snugness to his hands, setting his two black-laquered tonfa into the odd sort of belt holster at the small of his back, the weapons crossing in a sort of "x", the sidehandles turned inward. Lifting his handgun to drop the clip free of the weapon, he pulled back the slide to eject the single bullet from the pipe, landing it between his fingers, staring at the 9mm parabellum for a long moment before setting it in a small bullet rack with about five or six others. The clip itself was dropped into a large duffel bag on the edge of his bunk.

"Heh, leavin' already, rookie?" one of the other officers chimed.

"I was given time off... I intend to spend it well!" Collin replied, his smile cheery as usual. Sure, it was a convienent lie, but his expression... it was hard to doubt anything the lad would say, most of all from his mannerisms... 'good person'. That's all you could get from him...

"Odd to pack all your stuff, then..."

The student zipped shut his duffel, closing the velcro flap over the stretch of zipper, slowly looking up at the officer. "I didn't bring entirely too much."

"No more of your coffee, then, enh?"

Collin gave his head a slow shake. "Nope..." he said as he beamed almost innocently at the soldier, "... but I'm sure if you get up early enough, Miss Luka would make a pot." he finished, slinging the bag over his shoulder, as well as a dark blue jacket, about the same hue as his pants, between the straps, settling against his back, to cover that itself was a black T-shirt, the sleeves rather wide and baggy.

"Well, have a good one, rookie." the officer said as the Solarian began to exit the barracks-- then suddenly paused, looking back with a slightly inquisitive expression. "Do you have a pocketknife?" he asked.

The officer reached behind his back, producing a short handle, throwing it the length between him and Collin, to whom caught with a deft snap of the wrist, using his teeth at the blunt edge to pull the blade itself out as he set his bag down. The officer tilted his head... "What're you doin', kid?"

Gathering the length of his ponytail, he held it taut just below the tie that secured it in place, dragging the sharp edge across the hairs to cut it away, closing the knife while still holding the hair in his hand, the tie falling to the floor, a simple thin strip of blue cloth... it wasn't fancy, but it served it's purpose. He stared at the length of hair for a moment, dropping it into a waste recepticle, looked back at the officer, and beamed once more after picking up his bags.

"See ya."

The student walked out, the bit of cloth remaining just inside the door, lights from the hall casting a small shadow from it.

Though he did think to at least say "bye" to her, Collin Dovish instead continued on to the Gear Bay, and from there, on-shuttle and away from the flying base.