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 Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 6:17 pm
(9I can't excactly post right now until Steele posts...but yeah, nice work Midnight! I love who you think!))
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 6:31 pm
((LOL... I heart the people I know... and atleast I'm still posting with them so its still even more fun!))
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 6:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 6:53 pm
((Sorry for the late post guys, my sis is dogging me about the computer...))
Steele looked over at the soldier who seemed to respond quickly..."what took you so long."He said as a ton of lead came over from the cannons..."I wanna fight for you, I was taken here , I hate communists, please let me fight for you..."He looked eagerly at the young captain....
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 6:58 pm
"Damn it," said Merlyn. She rubbed the back of her neck. "If you didn't want to fight for the commies, why are you here?" she asked. She grabbed some ammo from her pouch, loaded, and shot over the car. She reached for her sword and gave it to the soldier. "I'll take you to my superiors as long as you promise not to kill me," she said. "Keep close, I like it when my men are killed." She grabbed his arm, and began to run across the battlefield again. "C'mon!"
((That's okay!))
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 7:06 pm
Angel had finally made it out of the room of the patient. It had been a man of his mid thirties and he did nothing but hit on her the entire time. "Why do guys have to be so perverted during this war?!" She sighed to herself.
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SuperiorDenizenOfTheHouse
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 7:43 pm
((so now theres going to be no main characters on the other side, oh well im sure someone will choose them. BTW thanks biggrin , and I really like posting with you guys.))
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 7:45 pm
((damn, I need someone to be with the evil side....And, i hope you guys have fun with this!))
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SuperiorDenizenOfTheHouse
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 7:47 pm
((ive only posted once and im enjoying it biggrin , im sure this will be an awesome RP.))
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 7:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 8:02 pm
Joan loaded her rifle and peeked over the barracks. This was most definately not what she signed up for. She was a trained assassin. Meaning, either getting close to those in command and killing them descreetly, or getting very far from them and shooting them, not so descreetly. No one was supposed to be shooting at her. But at least her bullets always hit home. She raised her rifle and fired off a few shots before she felt a horrible pain in her forearm. Damn it, someone had a lucky shot. She ducked back down and looked for a rag to bind her arm with.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 8:22 pm
Isha had been waiting in the command tent when he was handed an order to take out one of the enemy leaders who had ventured close to the front. Sighing Isha grabbed his gear and left the camp traveling parallel to the main battle. He passed several skirmishes before reaching a hill overlooking the area where the leader had been sighted. Isha made sure he could not be seen and that the target was the right one before unpacking his rifle and loading it, clicking the scope into place he lined up the shot and waited until a cannon fired to take the shot. The shot toppled the man off a wall of mud he had been standing on, his troops became confused and before another officer could take charge Isha's own side had the advantage and was gaining ground. Isha packed his gear up and headed back to the main dispatch centre to report.
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SuperiorDenizenOfTheHouse
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 8:32 pm
Merlyn, still holding the soldier, jumped tree trunks and trentches. She took the soldier to center command, knowing she was about to get the earfull of her life. "Sir, Captin Merlyn Harps reporting, sir. Permission to speak freely of my actions, sir," she said, saluting. She still help the soldier.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 8:33 pm
Joan bound her arm tightly with a dirty rag and reloaded her gun. The opposing troops seemed to be in confusion, their commander had been taken out. She should have been the one who fired that shot. Anger overtook her and she began firing in rapid succession, picking off the enemy's numbers accurately. In the back of her mind, she thought of making a suicide run, but she dismissed this immediately. If she hung in here long enough, she'd no longer be a private. All the same, she dodged from the barrack, taking cover a few yards closer to enemy lines.
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