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F a i t h s R e v e n g e Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 7:42 pm
WELCOME TO THE RED BASE. Weather: Sunny, a few clouds, somewhat humid
Time: 10 A.M. Walking through the halls of the RED base, Gautier slowly memorized the layout. He wouldn't like to get lost here during battle, even though there was a ceasefire until everybody got settled. Then again, he'd known BLUs that had launched an attack on the first day, so he would like to be prepared. Even though it was unlikely. Taking a cigarette out of the case and lighting it, he took a drag and closed his eyes. Opening them again and exhaling after a moment, he continued to wander the halls.
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Eating truffles in the common room, Rain hummed quietly as he laid on the couch, his eyes closed. May as well enjoy the silence before all the dummkopts decided to come out and bug him. He could easily be in his room, but there was the whole bunking thing... Damn, this would SUCK. His old base had rooms for each of them. But then again, everybody back there had been idiots too... He'd probably just sleep on the couch here or something, he wouldn't want to listen to his idiot teammates try to talk to him. Then again, he could saw somebody in half, just to get them to understand they shouldn't talk to him. Yes, that was probably what he'd do.
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Christian sat quietly in the kitchen, sipping his coffee and reading the newspaper. He'd already gotten unpacked, his stuff in his corner of the Sniper bunking room. Brushing his dark brown bangs out of his face, he readjusted his hat, wondering when the rest of his teammates would show up in the kitchen. He hadn't seen anybody this morning, maybe he was just early? He took another sip of his coffee, that must be it. He was early.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 7:59 pm
Consequently, it was Merriweather that entered the kitchen that morning. He wasn't an early-riser, so to speak, but he did have a horrible habit of getting up at eight o'clock sharp every day.
He walked in, and shuffled over to the counter to pour himself a cup of coffee.
"Good Morning." He said, over his shoulder. Luckily the pot was hot, and Merri didn't have to heat the black liquid up in the microwave. He shuffled over to the fridge and pulled out the cream, and grabbed a spoon out of the drawr so he could stir his goddamn coffee.
He'd already been by Jeff's room to see if the scout was up, but he wasn't. That boy could sleep through a world war. Well, probably not a world war.. But at least a heavy metal concert...At least.
Merri stirred his coffee idly, before taking a sip and looking around the dingy kitchen. Ugh. This place needed to be cleaned...
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R e i l y Ashworth Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 8:20 pm
-Lanzo-
Sitting in the office quietly filing papers into their cabinets, spending half the night up in the medical ward and most time filing different workers on the RED team. The background you could hear the washing machines running at full capacity, bleaching the white sheets from any sort of bacteria the other Medic Chief may have left before him. Everything was filthy to Lanzo, and he didn't even have a OCD problem. A couple profiles he had out mainly because he found them questionable, lack of information or just not fitting the information given on their papers. The buzzer going off and Lanzo turning to the now clean laundry, taking out the sheets and putting them in the clean basket loading more sheets. Carrying the sheets to the first bed and making it up, smoothing out wrinkles underneath he palms of his hands.
-Ash-
I didn't matter if it was two in the afternoon or if it had been eight in the morning, the music was cranked up to wake up the Pyro and who ever else had been in the bedroom with him. Right at 10 am, a loud blast of music went through the bedroom which woke up Ash instantly. Raising like nothing was really going on and turning off the stereo, getting out of bed and stretching lightly. Heading towards his case full of clothes, while it was a common fact all Pyros wore those clown suits. Ash made his own adjustments to his suit, after all the flame retardant one was ugly in Ash's opinion. Modifying it to be black with Red logo on the arms and back, then the black jacket which had been most like a trench coat. Needless to say war wasn't about Fashion, but if you didn't look ******** amazing you were better off dead. Asides that, Ash would be the last thing you saw before respawn. It was only fair to look the best out of the team, and the most striking if you wanted revenge Ash was easy to find. After all, Ash believed firmly that if you had a bone to pick, then come after him but for god sake don't make it retarded and hide behind a heavy or something.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 8:41 pm
Glancing up as somebody else walked into the kitchen, Christian nodded. "Morning. I'm Christian," he greeted, his Australian accent obvious. For as long as he had been in America, it still hadn't gone away. Not that he minded, he didn't really notice anymore that his accent was any different than how anybody else spoke. Besides, he liked that he still had something from back home. Observing the other man, he sipped his coffee before returning his gaze to the newspaper.
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His eyes still closed, Rain relaxed into the couch more. He heard heavy metal faintly blaring from one of the bedrooms, and scowled. Lovely, there was an a*****e here. That would certainly add to the already unbearable presence of spies and scouts. Popping another truffle into his mouth and sucking on it a bit, he started humming again when the music stopped. He idly tried to identify the song, it sounded familiar to him.
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Hearing a loud buzzing sound, Gautier peered into the room curiously. Oh, the medical wing. He noticed a Medic, and shoved his hands into his pockets, walking in. "Bonjour," he said quietly, approaching the Medic, his shoes making quiet tapping sounds against the linoleum. He marked the wing on the mental map he had been making, looking around and taking his cigarette out of his mouth to exhale, his other hand still in his pocket.
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F a i t h s R e v e n g e Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 8:50 pm
"Nice t'Meet ya. I'm Merriweather. Merri for short." He said, sipping his coffee. Hm. He wandered over to the pantry, and looked inside. Mmm, Peanut Butter Captain Crunch. He grabbed the box and sat it down next to the fridge, where he pulled out the milk. Yessir, it would be cereal for breakfast.
He poured himself a bowl and sat it down on the table across from Christian, and his coffee next to it. Then he went searching for a spoon. Upon finding the spoon, he sat down and began to devour the bowl of crunchy goodness before him.
"Anything good?" He asked, idly referring to the newspaper.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 9:57 pm
-Lanzo-
When the french greeting came out, Lanzo immediately looked up and gave the man his attention. "Guten Tag, herr Spy" Lanzo said looking over him curiously, "I'm Doctor Klossner, ze Chief of Medical Staff." extending a gloved hand to shake the man's hand. Trying to figure out which spy he could have been, it was always tricky telling part the masked rogues. Most of them had been french, many - If not all of them had wore masks like it had been their second skin.
-Ash-
Heading out of the room and into the bathroom, taking a toothbrush and brushing his teeth quietly. Ash was told ahead of time he had to look slightly professional, while he made up valid excuses for his piercings the makeup couldn't be applied. Not even war makeup, of course maybe they wanted a little bit of decency. Spitting out the toothpaste stuff and wiping his mouth, he headed out of the bathroom towards the common room. Entering it and looking to the medic, smirking and heading into the room. "Hello" Ash said politely, "I'm the team Pyro, Ash"
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R e i l y Ashworth Captain
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F a i t h s R e v e n g e Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 10:09 pm
Christian shook his head. "No, just the usual wankers doing their usual things. Do you want a section?" the Sniper asked. He took another sip of his coffee, watching the man sitting across from him. He had made eggs for himself earlier, the dishes he had dirtied now in the dishwasher. He wondered idly if there would be a list of assigned chores to each person, but figured it would just be a clean-up-after-yourself kind of thing.
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Opening an eye as he heard someone walk into the room, he popped another truffle into his mouth. Oh, gag him with a spoon, this guy looked like a TOTAL a**. Or someone who would actually attempt to stand up to him. He quickly sized him up, noticing nothing really aside from how tall he was. He closed his eye again, letting the chocolate melt in his mouth. He wasn't going to tell this guy his name until it was necessary, he didn't want to make friends here, he'd probably get transferred pretty quickly anyways.
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Gautier nodded and shook the Medic's hand. "Gautier Moreau, Spy Captain," he responded in kind. He looked at the washer and dryer, must have been what he had heard earlier. He again looked around the room, adding details to his mental map, especially the ammunition lockers.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 10:44 pm
Merri shook his head. "Mmmnope. I'm good." He said, continuing to OMNOMNOM his cereal.
(( oh god. Short post is short. D: ))
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R e i l y Ashworth Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 10:51 pm
-Lanzo-
Nodding and looking the man up and down, as he straightened up from the handshake. There was suppose to be some sort of Captain meeting, at least to address any concerns over their units or something of that nature. "Its a pleasure to see you, may I have a moment of your time? I just want to look over your medical records... There could be something I need you for, such as a vaccination or standard physical" Lanzo said casually as he went to his files.
-Ash-
Raising a eyebrow to the cold treatment, "If you want to be a d**k, go ahead" Ash rolled his mismatched eyes, soon plopping himself down on the bag of bones. "Just remember, every action comes with a greater or equal reaction" the pyro said, taking a smoke out and putting it on his lips. Giving a look at the truffles and snagging one, already Ash was making himself comfortable with the teammate. Even if the guy had screamed and threatened, it would only earn laughs.
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 11:21 pm
Nodding, the sniper returned to his coffee and newspaper. He didn't really have anything to say, he'd get more talkative as the caffeine kicked in. Idly brushing back his bangs again, he sighed. He REALLY needed a haircut.
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Gautier nodded, following him with arms folded. He was pretty sure he had missed a shot, but that had been his previous Medic's error, and he hadn't gotten the time to mention it before getting transferred. He examined the medic for any sort of defining habit that would set him apart from enemy spies, this may seem slightly odd to his teammates but it was a safety measure.
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The Medic bristled as the other called him a d**k, and then snarled when he sat on him. Then... OH GOD, HE DID NOT JUST DO THAT. Shooting up and grabbing Ash by the collar, he pulled him so they were face to face. "Entschuldigung!? Just who in zhe hell do you zhink you are, a*****e?!" he growled, completely disregarding the fact this ... whatever the ******** he was, was much heavier and taller than him. Having the ******** nerve to sit on him, then take his food?! Oh hell, whoever he was, HE WAS ******** DEAD. He gripped Ash's collar tighter, ice-blue eyes glaring into brown and blue ones.
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F a i t h s R e v e n g e Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 1:50 pm
Skkkk- Skkkk- (( Those be the sound of skates, by the way. o 3o ))
Jeff had just woken up, and had tossed his skates on. He was still in his bedclothes, which consisted of a pair of superman-logo pants and a grey wifebeater tanktop. He skated across the laminate floors easily, but sighed as he came to the stairs.
After several wobbly almost-falls, he made it to the bottom and skated past the livingroom, where someone was caterwauling in a foreign language. He was still half-asleep though, and made it down to the kitchen, where Merri was eating a bowl of cereal like he'd been fasting for ten years, and a young man (probably a sniper due to the hat-head) was reading the news.
"Good morning, starshines! The earth says HELLO!" He said, rather tiredly.
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"Good Morning, Starshines! The earth says HELLO!"
Merri looked up from his cereal. "Morning Jeff. You look like hell." He said, making a quick assessment of Jeff's morning appearance. His hair had yet to be brushed, and it was obvious he'd spent most of the night awake, due to his raccoon-inspired eyes.
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"You look like hell."
Jeff laughed weakly. "Love you too, Wibbles." He shot back, gliding over to the counter and digging in the cupboard for a coffee mug. He pulled out a rather large one, and poured sugar into the bottom of the mug, followed by the Creamer that Merri had pulled out of the fridge. He stirred it until the sugar had dissolved, and then poured the coffee into the mug. He skated back over to the fridge, and put the creamer away, and then went back for his coffee.
"I'm Jeff, by the way." He said, to the man reading the newspaper.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 3:28 pm
-Lanzo-
Plucking out the file reading Moreau, Gautier and leafing through the many pages of different things. Carefully reading them and glancing up at the spy once in while, Lanzo wondered how much of this was foreign to keep the doctor in deception. "Here ve are, you missed a vaccine" Lanzo said casually approaching the table of syringes and opening a drawer full of liquid vaccinations. Slowly pulling out the bottle and reading how much to administrate to Gautier, pushing the needle into the bottle and slowly sucking out the liquid. Turning towards the spy and approaching him, "You've had a shot, I'm not sugarcoating ze sting... Hovever, I'm razer gentle" Lanzo said.
-Ash-
Grinning at him as he was grabbed by the collar, now suddenly he was given the time of day for little things. "I'm Ash, I already introduced myself to you" Ash replied and as he raised a eyebrow, what was he going to do? "So you gona keep being a a*****e, or you going to be ******** decent?" Ash asked tilting his head.
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R e i l y Ashworth Captain
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F a i t h s R e v e n g e Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 3:53 pm
Christian looked up as someone skated into the room and listened to the exchange between Merri... Wibbles? What the hell? Anyways, between Merri and the other bloke. He nodded when he introduced himself. "Christian, nice to meetcha Jeff," the Sniper responded, looking at him and idly trying to guess his class. He set down the newspaper, finishing his coffee and brushed by Jeff gently to get to the coffee maker, pouring himself some more coffee.
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Watching the Medic, Gautier nodded when he said he had missed a vaccine. He shrugged off his jacket and rolled up a sleeve for him, watching the needle. He wasn't afraid of them, he just disliked the feeling... He rubbed a scar on his arm idly, a kukri had gotten too close one time and left that. He draped his suit jacket over one hand, watching Doctor Klossner patiently.
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Shoving the larger man off of him and onto the floor, Rain swung his legs and sat up normally, still scowling. ******** a*****e son of a b***h dummkopt douche bag, oh sweet baby Jesus Rain would get him back. He popped another truffle into his mouth, examining the box for any damage. Nothing, thank God. He muttered something in German, shooting a glare at Ash. Cocky little Pyro ********, he had SO gotten off on the wrong foot with the Medic. However, that was easy, but this Pyro had crossed the line. Daring to sit on him... Rain fumed. "Rain, vun of zhe Medics." Stupid ******** Pyro, argh. Why even was he introducing himself?! The a** didn't deserve to know his name.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 4:04 pm
"Likewise, Christian. Uh, can I call you 'Chris'?" He asked, taking a sip of his coffee. He wobbled a little on his skates when Christian brushed past him, but he skated back and over towards the table to sit down.
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Merri watched the exchange rather irately. GOD DAMN IT HE'D TOLD JEFF NOT TO CALL HIM THAT.......That little ********>
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