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 Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 8:42 pm
Out in the Badlands lies two odd little bases. The closest town is miles away. Most people overlook it as some corporate eccentricity.
Welcome to the place know as...Tuefort.
At this end, the blue paint peels off the weathered concrete in chips, the sun has long since rose, warming the late morning air. Life begins to return and stir within this seemingly decrepit building. This is where our story begins...
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 9:24 pm
Chris yawned as the pyro walked from the bedroom to the kitchen, looking for coffee. It didn't matter that it was hot and it was hot outside, it was a god send. The uniform was half on and was zipped down as far is it would go with a bright orange wife beater on top. Was no other person up yet? There was no coffee, and Chris sighed as the realization struck that she would be the one that would have to make the coffee.
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 8:38 am
Tuefort was about a half-mile away. He could make out the the small, identical battlefield from his Jeep. "Bugga.." hissed from his lips as he clicked off the seatbelt. Jacob stood to sit on the head rest of his chair, poked half of this body out of the roof, and pulled out his rifle to scope in and watch for movement at his destination. Nothing.. The sniper heard stories from the towns of the distruction these mercs were causing, so this silence surprised him. He reached down and laid his Sleeper on the passenger seat and began lowering his body into the Jeep when he heard an abrupt explosion in the distance. Bingo~ Jacob switched gears and began driving towards his soon-to-be home/hunting ground.
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2011 6:52 pm
Nathaniel knew the next few days would be pretty light, and took every opportunity he could to be lazy. Hands behind his jet-black greaser coif, a-napping on the common room couch, like always. His actual glasses, not his shades remained nearby, as he was practically blind without them. Next to them was a record player playing the sounds of the King, the man he often tried to emulate.
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 8:14 am
There was a being in the medical wing. He was asleep on one of the gurneys until light hit his eyes from the few windows in the room. He mumbled, a hand going to his face. The medic, Klaus, opened his eyes, his pale blue eyes squinting due to the sudden light, Standing from the medical gurney, Klaus fixed his tie, a hand going through his hair. A bit messy, but nothing horribly bad. The medic clothed in white and gray wandered out of the room, fixing the tie around his neck. He wandered towards the kitchen craving for a cup of coffee. That would be his breakfast, the boy rarely ate. Stepping into the kitchen, he noted there was music playing off somewhere. Pale eyes went to the pyro in the room. "Guten Morgan Frau Pyro..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 11:41 am
"Morning," she muttered, eyes unmoving from the coffee pot. "So I'm guessing I'm not the only one that relies on coffee in the morning," Chris stratched at her long, messy, brown hair. She had yet to put it up in her typical lazy pony tail. "So did you catch a glance at the Elvis look alike?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 7:39 pm
Jacob slowly put pressure on the breaks of his Ogre and parked behind BLU base. Not much noise anymore, and the young sniper didn't like the calmness. Thought it'd be bigge'~ he thought, fixing the curve of his Australium Gold painted Trophy Belt. Jacob grabbed his résumé and equipment and began walking towards the building.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 9:17 am
The medic nodded weakly. "Ja...Ich rely on coffee more zhan ich should...Sleep rarely comes to me at night so ich need it to be avake in zhe day..." he snickered lightly to himself, thinking of the few times he passed out in the medical wing during fight time and dinner. The man rarely shown himself around due to being cooped up in the medical wing studying and working on various cures. Klaus raised a brow at the pyro's next statement. "Elvis look alike...?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. "Ich don't believe ich have..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 2:23 pm
As the sniper entered the weathered building, he held his kukri at his side. Some lights haven't been switched on yet, and he couldn't here a thing on this level. Jacob started calling out classes and wondered to a sun-lite room and walked up the stairs.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 9:31 pm
"Well its a funny site," she smirked. "Just wouldn't think of a sniper being concerned with their looks or big elvis fans. He might get a long with my fiance though. He loves Elvis and has the same hairstyle, but he's much more of a suit and tie kind of guy," she didn't even realize that she was starting to full on smile as she mentioned Tony.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 8:58 am
Klaus let out a light giggle, snickering a bit "Zhat is quite interesting. Ich have to see it..." Pale eyes went to the pot of coffee that was brewing. Almost done. Pale hands wandered towards the cabinets, taking one of the cups. He had grown relatively quiet. There was strangely a lot on the medicine man's mind. He had o work on a few notes, had to take pills, had to heal some people, the list just went on..
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 12:00 pm
The pyro went to the cabinet after the medic. No need for cream or sugar, she liked her coffee like she liked her room, pitch black and hot. As the coffee pot gave its last few drips, Chris took the pot and poured the dark substance into her mug. She took a sip then sighed with relief as she sat down at nearest chair to the common room.
Lorelei pulled up to the base. It had been years since she's been any kind of group effort, its mainly been freelancing solo since her second kid was born, but it would be a nice change of pace, and the first time she's been out of Europe. She followed the map she had somehow acquired to find the common room and kitchen. She saw the sniper napping on the couch and decided to let him be. She made her way to the kitchen where the pyro and the medic were around the coffee pot."Guten Morgen Herr Doktor, Frau Pyro, I see dat I am not ze only person who needs coffee in die morning,"
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 2:30 pm
Klaus took the coffee pot after the Pyro had, filling up his cup full of the coffee. He didn't bother with sugar or cream. What good was a medic if he was a bit hyper and hardly paying attention. The boy sighed quietly, shaking his head as he moved towards the counter. he turned as he heard a voice, bowing his head politely. "Ahh, Guten Morgen" he said silently, smiling. He picked up his cup in his hands. "Ja, Ich need coffee to work in the morning, otherwise ich vill be sehr sleepy und sleep on the job. Zhat vould nicht be gut, ja?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2012 8:59 pm
"Ja, ein tired medic asleep on the field would cost us dearly," she said before grabbing a mug and a coffee cup and the coffee. She poured the coffee and went searching for the sugar. After less than a minute, she found the bag of sugar. Three sugars, no cream, that was how you do it. "But a sleeping spy would would be just as bad if not worse," she finally finished her thought, chuckling. "So, wo kommst du Herr Doktor?"
The pyro listened to the doc and spy and couldn't help but smirk. To think that on the field, these two classes on the other team would be her main target.
Mary walked into the common room, more like wandered into by mistake but either way she was going in the right direction. She saw the sniper napping on the couch. Maybe he knew the way to the bedrooms, she ways getting tired of carrying her bags. "Excuse me, sniper," she said in her Texan drawl, "Sorry to bother you, but do you know where the rooms are?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 3:29 pm
Scooter was dragging his bat behind himself as he made his way inside; eyes settling upon the girl with the suit cases and then to the snoozing sniper. She must've been new, at least that's what the bags told him. He watched her for a few moments, looking her over before deciding to continue on his own pursuit towards the rooms.
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