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 Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 12:11 pm
Borked threads are more borked then the Swedish Chef. Continue here.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 9:45 pm
[Alright, I asked to begin this as the next day/new day. So here we go~]
Shifting a bit uncomfortably in his seat, the sniper yawned lightly and opened his eyes to a awkward sight of all red. Quickly he ripped the paper off looking at it, they were sticky notes and there was more then one... In fact they marked up his body. Narrowing his eyes and ripping off note after note, more then eighteen different notes. "Bloody hell" the sniper growled lowly, it wasn't a mystery who had done this as he got out of his car. This only worsened seeing his front tire had been slashed, this b*****d was on a death wish.
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Waking up rather early and eating his blueberry muffin, as he read the paper silently. Keith had woken up way before most of the rush, taking his shower and even being kind enough to bake a tray of muffins. Hopefully the team wouldn't mind the muffins or anything, he put most of the dirty dishes into the washer and unloaded last nights plates into their desired spots.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 10:04 pm
Robair had gone to bed with childish glee. But if asked, he would simply have said he went to bed rather smug since he executed a perfect manouver. It didn't matter if he'd gotten cigarettes from Alexander, enough to tide him over until he got a new shipment.
That wasn't the point.
The point was that he was going to beat the goddamn Sniper at his own game, and he'd make up the rules as he went.
That being said, when he woke up he'd decided the rules had been definetly crossed. Not simply because he hadn't ever learned to tolerate other people and 'share' at the orphanage (at least the teachings honestly hadn't stuck), or that he had issues with identifying with how others felt. It was because first a practical life-line of his (the cigarettes) had been taken the other day. By the sniper. And now, his mask was missing from the bedside table.
Oh. ********. No.
Fifteen minutes and a searched room later, Robair was hastily putting his tie on, not caring that it was looser and messier than normal. His suit blazer was grabbed and put on, and he was activating his cloaking watch. The door to his room slammed shut behind him, and his image dissappeared as he stormed down the hall.
This was war. And War got ugly really fast.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 10:15 pm
Heading through the halls and passing the kitchen, there was the scent of blueberries and cologne. It reminded CJ that he honestly needed a shower, which sounded good to him. Nothing like being clean and then going to yell at somebody, as he quickly changed his directions towards the showers to wash up and then go find Robair.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 10:25 pm
Robair had immediatly walked to CJ's van, letting his cloaking fall when he saw the Sniper wasn't there. He ran a gloved hand impatiently through his messy brown hair. He needed a hair cut. But that honestly wasn't an issue because no one had seen him mask-less before. Robair intended to keep it that way.
The Spy was no tracker, but there was honestly only one place left to go. He already knew CJ's sleeping habits (he considered stalking his teammates 'homework'), so the next logical place to check would be the kitchen. He reactivated his cloaking watch and walked inside, impatient foot steps echoing on the hollow wood flooring. The footsteps quieted and his cloak ran out as he approached the kitchen, only glancing in briefly before pulling away from the doorway. Damn. Only some other new recruit.
... He needed a cigarette.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 11:33 pm
There were footsteps going through the base, but they seemed to stop at the edge of the door. It could have been a spy walking around, so he didn't think to much of it. Taking another bite of his muffin and folding to the next page, he probably should make up some coffee as well.
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After stepping out of the shower[YEAH, no sexy shower scene either], he took his clothes and began to put them on loosely. Not yet tucking his shirt in, or managing to roll up his blue sleeves as he headed out of the bathroom. Towards the spies bedroom to give him a piece of his mind, having a bucket of cold water in hand ready.
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Posted: Fri Dec 04, 2009 11:52 pm
Robair found him there. Heading down the hall with a bucket of water. ... Basterd.
The Spy always kept his room locked. CJ must have picked the lock when he broke in and stole his mask. Wether or not he'd seen his face was irrelivant, but Robair wasn't about to let him see it now.
He waited until CJ stealthily opened the door.
His cloaking dropped behind the Sniper, revealing a worryingly homicidal looking Robair with his tie in hand. The tie had been wrapped around each hand twice, and the middle length was enough to wrap around someone's neck once fully. CJ's neck in particular.
In an instant and without warning, Robair had the tie over the Sniper's head and around his neck, yanking back while kicking in the back of one of CJ's knees to force him to the ground. He wasn't being particularly delicate about holding the tie either while he forced CJ into his room, intending to get the Sniper alone and slam the door shut behind them.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 1:27 pm
Leon sighed as he woke up, groaning as he rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a large thump. the scout muttered. He had spent two ******** HOURS last night looking for his sheets, which he assumed CJ had stole in retaliation for the whole hat thing. Did anyone freakin' REALIZE how creepy that base was at night?! Especially with a dying flashlight! He sat up, running a hand through his messy hair, and grabbed his scout clothes. He glanced forlornly at the broken radio on his desk as he stood up, already missing his music, even though it had been only about a day. He still hadn't unpacked his CDs, he'd get around to that today. Walking out of his room, the scout headed towards the showers. He heard a door slam and jumped a little, looking towards the direction the noise had come from. He brushed it off, walking into the showers and sitting there under the hot running water brain-dead for about five minutes. He washed his hair and body quickly before getting dressed, walking out with dogtags and cap in hand. He walked towards the kitchen, wondering if anybody had made breakfast. Seeing Keith inside, he grinned at the soldier. "Mornin'," the scout greeted cheerily, noticing muffins and grabbing one. He shoved his cap onto his head, putting his dogtags into his pocket for the time being.
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Sitting in the common room smoking, Alexander closed his eyes. He had been up pretty early this morning, the spy never liked sleeping in. It made him feel a bit off, as well as lazy. Which the BLU definitely wasn't. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he opened his eyes again, exhaling and looking around. Wondering idly if anybody else had woken up, he had seen the soldier around sometime this morning, but hadn't spoken to him. He heard a door slam in the distance and blinked slowly, somebody had woken up, and obviously wasn't pleased. Deciding not to investigate, the spy rested in the armchair, enjoying the peace before the BLU base really got moving.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 4:15 pm
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
SLAM!
Coraline shot up in bed, arms raised to beat the s**t out of the ******** who.. Wait, nobody was there. She sighed, and rubbed at her face, before getting out of her bed. So far, nothing really had happened to her, but she did notice several things among the base go missing, and she had her own suspicions. She'd have to ask Cullen to put a better lock on the front door to the base. She got dressed and removed the chair she'd placed to keep the door from being opened in the night.
She really hoped nobody bothered her until she had her coffee for the morning...
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 4:30 pm
Maddie had worked through the night to finish organizing the mess that was the Medic Station. She had only a few hours of sleep and given the opportunity tonight, she would retire early to make up for it. While the others were waking, she took a small stroll outside. It was clear and pleasantly mild at the moment, with very little cloud in the clear blue sky. She knew it would heat up more within a few hours and be absolutely scorching. Walking past the sad little cactus, she gave RED's first victim a sympathetic look before returning inside.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 4:59 pm
"Good morning" Keith said quietly as he looked towards where the door slammed, turning another page as he looked at the cartoons. Honestly he grew out of these long ago, looking at the scout who probably would enjoy them a hell of a lot more. Taking them from his paper and pushing them across the table, "There ya go, I don't read them anymore" he stated. There was a pot brewing at the moment, it should be another five or more minutes until it was done.
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All the australian knew was somebody was trying to hurt him, it surprised him as he dropped the pail and the water quickly flooding. A kick to the back of his knee as he dropped to the floor, instantly his hands went to feel his stranglers weapon. It was silk or satin, he wasn't quite sure but it felt much like a tie to him as he narrowed his eyes. "WANKER" CJ managed to get off, struggling ferociously agaisnt the tie. Taking all the drinks of air he could manage to get off, he reached towards his belt for his machete. If this b*****d was trying to kill him, he would fight back just as hard. A shudder ran through his body as the door slammed, he now was slightly panicking for his life. Taking the knife's handle and bringing if from is sheath, he went to chop to bloke's hand off to free himself from the tie.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 5:12 pm
Leon sat down and took the comics, taking the wrapper thing off the muffin. "Thanks, bro." The scout skimmed the comics, taking a bite of the muffin. Holy crap, that was good. "Who made these?" Leon asked, looking up at the soldier curiously. He glanced at the coffee brewing. It smelled good, but him and coffee didn't mix well. He got more caffeine high off of coffee than he did soda. He returned his gaze to the comics, taking another bite of the muffin. He jumped a bit as he heard CJ yell, but brushed it off as his reaction to the door slam. It must've woke him up or something.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 5:17 pm
Robair had to duck and yank back on the tie, twisting it tighter as he used the tie for leverage to slam CJ's head against the closed door. He used the rebound to take the Sniper right to floor, forcing a knee directly into his back and using his other leg to pin his legs to the floor, his lower leg pressing both thighs flat.
He hissed in breath and bared all the weight down on CJ's back that he could, pulling up on the tie the whole time, "Where iz my mazk, joo morceau de merde!" he raged, keeping the pressure on while he yelled. Any loud noises should be muffled through the door anyway.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 5:43 pm
"I made them this morning" The soldier said quietly, looking at the coffee pot and wishing it would hurry up honestly. "Quite a day ahead, I think we officially start today" he pointed out to the scout, he wasn't quite sure although. Hopefully they began as Keith really wanted to use his rocket launcher and aniline the red team.
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Being slammed against the wall released any oxygen he was holding, gasping lightly and hitting the floor. A wight placed on his back as he was perfectly still, what else was this a*****e going to do to him? Once the man began talking, it only received a blood thirsty growl. "Why would I touch your bloody mask?" CJ hissed, as he tried to get up and throw him off. "Wanker, you are writing a check your a** won't be able to bloody cash when I get through with you" the sniper said lowly, he figured screaming wouldn't help. All he knew how to do at the moment was talk back, however he was squirming the best he had known how to.
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