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 Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 12:29 am
A little ways down from the two bases, not that far away from Civilization, lies a fairly decent watering hole.
Darts, pool, jukebox in the corner, your regular fare.
Seedy Jay's proprietor, the eponymous Seedy Jay, former trucker and biker, doesn't mind the influx of red and blue shirts coming in to pass a few hours swilling beer.
So long as they keep the blood to the minimum and pay for the damage.
[[Essentially this where the two teams can interact outside of work.]]
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 10:38 am
It had been a long week for RED team Engineer, Raymond Hench. He was the newest member on the team and still had trouble adjusting to bunking with his team mates. He just couldn't get a word in to any strategy or sentry placement. No he was only directed to place his tech somewhere and pray for the best. The worst problem to him was dealing with all the ladies on RED.
Hench was not exactly the most smoothest lady killer given his lanky exterior and strange muppet sounding voice. He was sitting in the lot before the bar he heard the others talk about right on the hood of his mode of transportation, his father's powder blue Stanza. He shook his head and adjusted his googles after thinking about the last irritating conversation he had with one of their snipers about mythical creatures. One thing was on his mind now...He was going to need alot of beer to clear this stress away.
The engineer slid of the hood of his pathetic auto-mobile and headed for the door off Seedy Jay's.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 11:22 am
It didn't take all too long for the demowoman to make it into the bar. She smiled, taking in a breath of the air. She wandered to the front counter and ordered a Red Shed. It was a treat from her regular scrumpy. The took the bottle to a table in the corner near the counter after paying for the bottle she had. She took a swing from it.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 2:15 pm
It took less than ten seconds for Ray to catch the familiar face of one of his commrades. He rubbed the side of his arm deciding if he should just go up and start conversation with her or just stay at his bar stool with his mug of ale. Just then he looked around trying to seem nonchalant about it...but he was no Spy when it came to these type of things. His dark lens were glued on the dark skinned explosive expert.
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 7:48 pm
Bianka took a small swig from her bottle, her gaze going to an engineer at a bar stool. She removed the drink from her mouth and set it down, giving the man a light wave. "Aye, hello there." she said, giving a light wave towards him. "I dun think I've seen you before. Perhaps we haven't met?" she asked, wandering over.
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 8:03 am
He parted his lips as if to return dialogue...but nothing came out. He turned his head forward muttering to himself,
"Why did I do that? Now she's coming over..." Raymond worried.
He lowered his eyes down to his beer once he heard her approach him, his gloved hand shaked lightly.
"Uhh,...Yeah I'm new at RED team base. I've seen you in breifing..never really got to talk to anyone yet."
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 8:13 am
Bianka gave a light smiled towards the man. "I guess I didn't see you cause I was either to drunk or not paying much attention." She thought back on the briefing. She indeed was barely paying much or any attention. She mentally laughed at herself. "I'm Bianka Sutherland, the demolitions expert." Her grin lightened. "From looking at your getup, You are an engineer...right?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 3:34 pm
Raymond nervously twitched his lip into a smirk when she mentioned her lack of attention. As for the staing of her name, the engineer bobbed his head in approval.
"Yes, That's right. Raymond Hench, Engineering expert I guess."
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 6:04 pm
"Oooh, an engineering expert~!" Bianka said smiling, she liked how that sounded. She stood where she was, hand over her bandanna. "So, I take it you ain't much of a talker...?" She asked removing her hand. She raised a brow lightly. "Say, mind if I sit down?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 7:31 pm
The engineer smirked some more when he looked at her reaction then brought his drink to his lips. He gestured to the seat beside him rising one half of his own large single brow.
"It's a free country, eh?" He joked awkwardly in his strange voice.
"Go right ahead."
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 7:53 pm
"Thanks mate." She said, wandering back to her table to fetch her drink. She returned shortly, sitting down. "It's nice to know there are still some nice folks around here." She said. "People who don't just care about...fightin' and killin'" She took a drink from her bottle.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 1:32 pm
Raymond tipped his hardhat towards her direction in a twitchy gesture, unsure why he was able to pull off a good first impression out of nowhere. When she carried on about her thoughts of the rest, Hench just shook his head and shrugged.
"I had no clue how intense it would get after leaving my old job..." He said and looked down at the counter top,
"I used to work for my dad at his wood mill, never had to worry about snipers, scouts and...." He broke away to clench his teeth and shake his fist out before him.
"Spppiiiieeeesssssssssss!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 2:00 pm
"I see you hate the bloody backstabbers as well..." The demowoman muttered. She took a drink from her bottle, finishing it off. "They act like snakes...rats. I want them to die like them every chance I get." She placed the bottle on the end of the table and grinned. "You know who I hate, Those bloody, twitchy hooligans scouts. It's hard to get them as a demo...very hard..."
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 2:11 pm
Raymond's brow narrowed when she continued his rant of the class he hated before anything else on the globe, even those in his own team.
"The sapper jockeys just won't give me a break." He stated again in his strange tone.
"It's like I just spent all my resources of metal for my nice lil' defensive check point, right? Then here comes a fellow Red team mate coming over to see what's up..." He leaned in towards here and then slammed the bottom of his balled up fist on the bartop.
"ZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTT! Spy Sappin' my Sentry!" He growled displeasingly, he lowered his head and put his gloved hand to his temple.
"Sometimes I lose sleep over it."
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 2:26 pm
The demowoman smiled at him, a bit surprised. "Yep, you definitely hate the bloody backstabbers..." She said. She held up a finger silently saying she;d be back. She wandered to the counter ordering another red shed and she wandered back. "I guess I understand the feeling. What always gets me are the back stabs." She snapped. "death, just like that..."
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