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 Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 8:05 am
Peeking up, Albrecht noticed how tense Billy seemed. The hick isn’t as dense as he looks afterall. How convenient. Leaning forward, the engineer begins to whisper.
„Welcher Schmutz. Baden Sie überhaupt? Es muß eine Kolonie der Läuse geben, die auf Ihrem Scalp leben. Ich könnte den für Sie regeln. Der Plan bezieht einen Leichensack mit ein. Was Sie denken?“
Glares bug-eyed. This heightens the creepiness factor, if correctly recalled. Hahahaha. Would Billy ever get used to being harassed as such?
(Translation: “What filth. Do you ever bathe? There must be a colony of lice living on your scalp. I could fix that for you. The plan involves a body bag. What do you think?”)
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 10:21 am
"So, apparently warning a nice gent like him to leave you alone is a bad thing. Right. Got it." she beamed a little more, a rather unsettling smile. Oh man, he is SO going to get his sometime. I just know it. "So I suppose it'll be alright to let everyone know they should say hello to you then." she chuckled.
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 10:46 am
Sniper got up with little sigh, half the reason to get another beer, the other half to make sure Kar and new bloke didn't get into a scuffle, as he wasn't taking her baiting well. The 'Professional' side of his brain nagged that if they were going to fight, do it at the Base at least. Prioritizing the fighting, he went over to the two. Placing a firm hand on Kar's shoulder he stated, "Sorry mate, I think she just likes testing the team's patience." He gave Kar his best subtle "Stop it." look, but he had a good feeling it would be ignored. The mouthy little sheila would probably tease and taunt Death itself if it amused her.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 2:20 pm
( Albrecht is jackass. :IIIIII Whore is not preased. Billy is scurred. lol )
Billy was taken aback by the other getting so close to him, and then talking to him in German, a language he didn't know. He knew some Spanish, thanks to living in Southern Texas, but the only language he considered himself fluent in was English. Honestly, he was glad he had no clue what the other was saying, though he was still plenty creeped out by it. He decided now was a good time to move. He was slightly comforted by the Sniper's words, and decided he'd sit with him as he drank his beer. He was still wary of fraternizing with someone of the enemy team.
"Thanks," He said to the Sniper, smiling his usual friendly smile, though his eyes still look worried. He introduced himself to the Sniper, hoping it would go over better than introducing himself to his fellow Engineer had.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 3:31 pm
Kar stiffened slightly at the unexpected touch. "Well now, it seems nothing gets past you." she replied dryly, responding to his look with raised eyebrows and a shrug. "I thought you'd be glad that I'm ragging on somebody else today, seeing as you've had to spend the day with lil' ol' me." Turning to the more amiable of the newcomers. "I suppose you can take a proper 'Welcome to the Team' without getting a bug up your a** about it. The name's Kar."
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 4:47 pm
"No worries." he gave a small nod to the Engineer, the poor bloke looked a little spooked. "Speaking of a fair welcomes, let's say we grab you a beer and leave this bloke alone." He returned his gaze over to Kar. "Well it seems I can't get enough of you, 'cause you're coming as well." At least he knew he could deal with her, unlike the German. "And if you're going to be difficult, I'll drag you over." The irony of that statement was not lost on him.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 6:27 pm
Billy got up, grateful to have the opportunity to get away from the German. "Th' names Billy," He said to the Sniper, and to Kar, smiling slightly, "What's yer name?" He asked the Sniper, Kar having already introduced herself.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 6:58 pm
"Just 'Sniper' will do." the Aussie said simply.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 7:03 pm
[[Yeah sorry, shitty post(s).]]
Kar gave a snort at Sniper's threat. I dare you to try. "Apparently he's too good for a name." she stated with a wink. "Oh, lemme guess...you have a very embarrassing name! Mom and dad called you Rumpelstiltskin, didn't they?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 7:11 pm
"Cute. But that's not the reason. You can keep guessing if it really bothers you." Hell, it'd keep her from starting with the German bloke again, he was fine. Turning back to Billy, he asked,"So what'll you have?" He already knew what his choice and he might as well buy the man one out of courtesy.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 9:21 am
“So, apparently warning a nice gent like him to leave you alone is a bad thing. Right. Got it.”
That’s it. Who needs this bar? There’s plenty of other places to get capernoited in. A pub that serves fine foreign beers would be a welcome longing. Stropramen Dark; it’s excellent with fennel sausages. Grumbling, Albrecht chugged his beverage back, thereafter wiping his lips.
These people. So repulsive. That’s what he has to work with?! Standing up, the engineer turns to leave. Stopping, he turns back to the bar. A sudden compulsion took him. Something completely irrational.
“Cute. But that’s not the reason. You can keep guessing if it really bothers you.”
Picking up the empty container that once held an amber liquid, he flings it in Kar’s direction.
(Sorry! Erm... I suppose Albrecht needs anger management classes. ^^; )
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 10:34 am
[[Uh-Oh. Someone's going to get a little taste of her, ahem, darker side.]]
Kar noticed last moment and deftly stepped aside, allowing it to shatter on the wall behind her. Knowing full well everyone was now looking she let out a loud peal of laughter, making the situation even more unsettling. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Manners!" she quipped, walking over to the bar and slipping the bartender a bill for his loss.
Grateful that Sniper was preoccupied with Billy, she grabbed her second German teammate by the collar and pulled him down to her face, her voice low and deadly.. "Listen hut'unn," she hissed, "The only reason you're getting off easy is because we have to work together. I make it a point not to slit my co-workers throats, even if they are shabuire like yourself." Little did he know, taking a cheap shot like that was considered an insult. In turn, she called him the worse insult in their tongue: a coward.
Releasing him from her grip, she beamed once more, giving him a familiar pat on the back and a chuckle. "Won't happen again, eh?" she said, her usual warmth back in her voice.
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 11:33 am
Albrecht’s eyes went wide as he pitched forwards, closer to Kar. She’s strong. And aggressive. Not the best combination to go up against. He felt as if the wind got knocked out of him, refusing to return. Needless to say, there was an amount of sweat dripping from his brow.
Already? S**t.
“Won’t happen again, eh?”
Straightening up, Albrecht meekly looked around the bar before hanging his head in burning shame. “J-ja. Yes. Madam.” The engineer’s throat was unbearably dry.
Now that he knows he won't be able to get away with causing crap around Kar... Albrecht will just have to do such activities behind her back. The man wanted to get away from her reach, away from her touch - she felt so cold. At odds with her voice. But, he knew better than to act before given permission by a superior. Kar held the whip.
The thought was disgusting. His superior? How nauseating.
Like a broken pup, Albrecht's tail was hidden 'tween his legs. Obediently, he waits for Kar to act first.
(A coward he is indeed. P: Heh heh, keep him in check, Kar.)
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Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 12:17 pm
"Excellent. Another beer for the man, on me." she turned back around and stalked back over to where Sniper was. "Well, Rumpy, don't need to drag me over, there shouldn't be any more trouble, well for tonight at least."
She wished he didn't back down. When her people had a real problem with one another, best case, they solved it with fists or a knife, then went and bought each other beers and laughed over it. Worse case, they killed them. She resolved offering the guy a round with her at in the future.
It had been awhile since she had to do that. Generally, her reputation preceded her, so people were aware. One job, one of the men, an 'outsider', found they didn't like their leader that acted out, and was put in his place thoroughly. Karlii was fifteen, already with three, four years experience.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 2:50 am
[Allo! New here - I hope it is not a problem if I join in... smile We have agreed with my new friend here that we will enter the bar together - since we're both new. Just that I will be writing the opening with regards to this.]
When the conversation in the bar turns into friendly tracks again, the door of the place swing open to reveal two new RED recruits – a man and a woman. The medic is turned to his companion and with an enthusiastic tune carries on in the conversation he had likely –with his blabbering mouth- started ages ago:
“...achhh, zou’re right!” Finally looks into the bar and smiles – holding the doors opened for the other. “I have not had a drink since Oktoberfest. Yoo, I ven’t over to Bavaria. Not too far from vhere I live in Upper Austria. I vent on a bike. Great idea fur ze shtart... I had problems on ze vay back zough.” Smirks to himself and continues in his softer accented Austrian German accent: “Voke up by a lake und never found meine bike again.” Shakes his head as if reprimanding himself. "Bezer zan vaking up in a field hospital vithouth both legs though..."
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