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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 12:08 pm
Since the old threads are borked, continue here. D:
PLEASE REMEMBER: Most of the REDs have gone to the Bar and left a note informing the others. Hence why its empty at the moment.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 2:36 pm
"Yo, anyone here?" A man's voice asked as he walked into the room. He took off his hat and scratched his head. "Wait... They left?!" he shouted as he noticed that no one was there to show him around. "Dammit! But where did they--Ah. A bar. Lucky I'm over 21."
He put his hat, which had the name Joseph carefully embroidered on it, back on his head and headed out.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 4:44 pm
The sober Soldier entered RED base through the side entrance, slipping into the brightly lit hallway. Kova looked around, not sensing anyone nearby or even in the base. Everyone must have been out at the bar or in town. She briefly wondered how long things were going to stay this quiet. It was always quiet before the storm. Strolling the halls with boots echoing through the empty base, the female Soldier made sure to check every corridor and corner for anyone else. The entire base was empty.
"Not a single maggot in this place. Where's the commanding officer?! I demand to speak with the person in charge!" But Kova was just barking in the dark, enjoying the sound of her yelling bouncing off of the walls and echoing in the empty base. She 'humph'ed in approval before heading down the hall. With nothing going on and not even close to being tired, Kova went to the weaponry station to go check on her best friend, Revus, her Rocket Launcher.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 4:52 pm
Bianka returned from the bar. She was a little hung over. He lightly moaned and put her hand on her head. "I knew going to the bar was a bad idea..." she muttered under her breath. She played with one of the de-activated bombs on her vest. 'some people think demos are always drunk, well not me. I hate it' she thought to herself.
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 11:30 am
"Seen anything suspicious, Revus? Yeah, it's all been more or less crystal clear at the bar. Interesting bunch." Kova spoke to her M20B1 Rocket Launcher as she shined and polished the canister end of the large barrel. Because of it's size, everyone thinks that her weapons must have been heavy and hard to handle. On the contrary. Made of versatile metals and aluminum, the weapon was very light. The ammunition weighed more than the gun itself.
Dipping the oil rag inside the launcher, Kova made sure that her Revus was clean of all residue before tomorrow's battle. Well, she hoped the fighting would start tomorrow. To finally get to see the enemy would bring out the fire to cause chaos, and Kova desperately wanted to trounce upon the ashes of the fallen. Careful to keep the barrel between her legs, Kova swiped at the scope. "Odd bunch, I'll tell you that. But good news! We have another Sergeant assigned. Which means I won't be the only one horse hollerin' all the time!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 2:00 pm
Bianka entered her room and took off her vest. She got on the bed and placed a hand on her head. This is probably the worst hangover she had in her whole life. "Gah...me bloody head is pounding." She shouted. She lied down and wrapped herself in the red blanket on her bed. She closed her eyes, hoping sleep would find her, but it never came. She sat from the bed and walked out of her room. 'Maybe I just need a glass of water...' she thought to herself. She headed towards the kitchen.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 5:41 pm
A soon entered the base, her gait making her look like she was plodding through a trench filled with thick mud. She occasionally staggered, being a bit inebriated. She gave a slight hiccup as she went to a locker, digging out some of her belongings. In one of her spare boots was a small zipped bag. She pulled the bag from the boot, examining it. Inside was a single ammunition round. A fifty-caliber round that appeared to be of use in a standard issue sniper rifle. She turned the bullet over in her hand a few times, examining a small mark on it that appeared to be an engraving.
"Inter arma, silent leges," it said. In times of war, the law is silent. Any self-respecting Soldier would agree. But why was it engraved on a piece of live ammunition from a sniper rifle?
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 7:18 pm
Bianka entered the kitchen and pulled out a glass, she soon poured water in it and took a sip. She sighed and pulled her hand to her head. She thought back at the times she used to get hungover and she remembered about a medicine that worked wonders. 'too bad there ain't none here..." She thought to herself. She thought about going to the medical bay, but she then recalled the medic being at the bar. "Bloody hell..." She muttered, taking another sip of water. Bianka finished drinking and cleaned the glass. She stumbled out of the kitchen, not sure where she was going. She walked past the locker rooms and whispered curses.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 7:47 pm
The Soldier was broken out of her daze by the nearby Demowoman's curses. "Talk louder, private. I can't hear you." She dropped the sniping round in a hip pocket and quickly erected her posture, turning around to face Bianka. Bianka would be looking back into a pair of slightly bloodshot eyes with a large-brimmed helmet drooping slightly over them. One of those eyes wandered drunkenly to the side before refocusing on the Demowoman.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 3:23 am
"I would talk louder...but like a normal person I'd rather not aggravate this hangover." Bianka said ((more like mumbled)). "If i yelled that would make it worst, now wouldn't it?" Bianka was normally a nice person, but being drunk and having a hangover...was changing her.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:34 am
"From the looks of yer gear you're a Demo, am I right?" the Australian's voice boomed. "And missin' an eye just like the rest of 'em." She cracked her neck and faced Bianka. "If you can't handle a hangover, sheila, you've got no business on the battlefield." She paused. "And I thought I told you to SPEAK LOUDER, PRIVATE." She raised her voice, the brim of her hat lifting up to reveal her narrow gray eyes.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 11:58 am
Bianka growled. "FINE!!!!! AM I LOUD ENOUGH!" she screamed. "I THINK I'M FIT FOR THE BATTLEFIELD." She calmed down and turned to the sink again.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:13 pm
The Soldier narrowed her eyes at her teammate, about to yell at her again before her hand fell casually into her pocket. Her hand ended up enclosing the old sniping round she still carried. Her voice became a bit calmer. "...Amazing who they let in this team in this day 'n age." Her expression was unreadable and her wandering eye was almost no longer visible. Her words didn't sound disparaging at all for some reason. "I get on here by chance...next thing I know the team's full of sheilas."
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:22 pm
"I don't think it matters if people are boys or girls." The demowoman faced the Austrailian. She clenched her fists "Some people have a reason to be here..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:52 pm
As the Jeep rumbled into the grounds, she gave a small sigh. "Home again, home again." She killed the engine. "I suppose I shall leave you to your own devices now, I bet you can't wait to be rid of me." she teased as she got out.
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