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 Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 1:09 pm
Anders glared at Major b***h that could've made a private s**t his pants. "Maybe some "Attack Doggie" style fun? I could make her scream the intel out of her. Though..." he said as he looked her over a few times, waiting to do a blow to the Major's self confidence. "She doesn't really look that great. I might pass on the sex. Maybe blow out her knees? She wouldn't get far that way, and we could still get her to scream." Sergeant a*****e said with his signature cheeky grin. "But on a more serious note." he said as his grin melted into a straight face. "You'd really hang that kind of meat over the wolves we are, for someone who isn't even that great at being an ambassador. Seeing as he got himself captured, I'm assuming, he's not even worth being called an ambassador. More like a dumbass Canadian, like the rest of you."
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 1:21 pm
Oakley sighed "You can try and get it from me." She stood and brushed her pants, a habit from wearing business skirts. "But I don't even know it. Just as your men are ordered to do things they don't agree with, so am I gentlemen." Nothing the men could say would faze her, she had heard it all. "And Mr. Doer wasn't captured, he was caught up in the attack like many of your American citizens." Oakley folded her arms under her breasts and heaved another sigh. "I would rather have cooperation from you, as soon as he is found, dead or alive, I will be given the information you need and in turn I will give it to you." She smiled "My people are not so dumb to send me here to give you this information and risk you beating it out of me."
Oakley walked forward she gave them both a sympathetic look. "Mr. Anders." She said looking at him more. "It's rather pathetic how little confidence you have in yourself that you have to try and knock others confidence down and have to rape others just to get laid. But don't worry your not completely ugly, some girl out there has to be into men like you."
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 5:50 pm
"Ha. She only insulted your face." Yurem said without any actual amusement in his voice. He sighed and leaned on the edge of his desk, rubbing his temples, "Well, sounds like she's as useless as I thought." He cleared his throat "What do we do until then? Save a useless ambassador? Should we take it to the General?"Gaia Username: Arrieth
Characer Name: Xavier Fitzroy
Character Code Name: Le Prince
Character Age: 19
Character Nationality (Country): France
Weapon of Choice: Anything in reach
Sidearm: n/a
Division (Armor, Army Infantry, Marines, Airforce, Navy, exc.): Xavier Fitzroy is the French General and President's son.
Character Bio: After France announced their involvement in the war, French president Marienne Fitzroy wanted her son safe, so she had him under 24 hour surveillance in their house. However, in his own attempt to escape, he made it about twelve feet from the house before he was kidnapped by a few enemies in black who threw him in a van and knocked him unconscious before he could even think of anything to do.
He woke up with a bag over his head, tied to a chair in the middle of a dark room somewhere with a man screaming in German at what he could only assume was a camera.
Character Image/pic/description:  ((Once again an unfinished sketch, I know, I'm terrible))
Xavier was in quite a pickle where he was. He pulled at his hands but they were tied not only together but to a rather uncomfortable wooden chair as well. He sighed. Dad was going to pitch quite a fit over this one. "Joie" He muttered to himself. For it, he was met with the butt of a rifle to the stomach. He winced under the bag but listened as best he could to the people around him. They were no longer speaking to a camera crew, but amongst themselves. Something about killing him. Not good. He worked his fingers as best he could through the knot. Someone was terrible with rope, lucky him. It took him a few moments before he got it untied and he could devise an escape. He felt a man draw closer and found his chance. He swung both arms forward and grabbed the man by the face. He pulled his face down and twisted the head in his hands, snapping the neck. Next he pulled the bag off of his head and remembered his feet stuck to the chair. Not good. There were more men coming at him. He thought fast, leaning forward, putting both hands to the floor, he flipped around and the chair collided with one of the men, snapping in two. He shook it off with a kick to another.
A fourth men jumped to grab him and he leapt into a tuck to roll out beneath him. He looked around frantically as he stood, there had to be something. Bingo someone had a laptop. He ran for it, grabbed it and swung around, colliding it with the kidnapper's head. He fell. He looked around as another was getting up and looked at the broken computer in his head. He dropped it on the man's head and ran for the door. Then he discovered he was not in some warehouse somewhere. He tugged at a curtain on a wall and pulled it down to find he was in an airplane. "Merde!" he had a few options, kill the pilot and learn how to fly a plane, while most of these guys were still alive, or jump. He went with the latter. Now where was a parachute? Bingo. He grabbed the backpack and threw it on without strapping it on at all and kicked at the lever until the door opened. As soon as the door began to open, Xavier leapt. He tumbled down trying to fasten the buckle as he wind whipped around him. "Connard!" Finally he fastened it and pulled at the first red strap he saw. Nothing happened "Dieu maudit génie allemand!!" He felt around for a second one, finally finding the backup strap he pulled and the parachute opened, jerking him upward and slowing his freefall.
He could finally breathe, that was a relief, but he looked down. How long had he been out for? He had no earthly idea where he could be.
He fell for a while before he could see anything around him. Were those Redwoods? s**t.
It was too late when he reached them, and the parachute ended up tangled in the branches, "Merde!"
"Hey!" He heard a voice beneath him, luckily he hadn't gotten stuck in the tallest tree. He looked down to see a man in uniform beneath him, "Who the ******** are you? What are you doing falling from the sky in a phoney American plane?"
Xavier sighed. It was English time. He really did not like English. Especially American English, they never really liked to decipher accents "Not my plane! German! I just escaped! Please can you 'elp me down now, I need to see an officer!"
The man looked skeptical, but he nodded and in a few minutes, he had scaled the tree and cut the french boy down. They loaded him into a truck with them and nodded, "It's a long ride to the base, but we'll let an officer know you're coming. What's your name, son?"
"Xavier Fitzroy." He glanced around the truck and weighed the consequences of telling the Americans who he was. "My mother is Marienne Fitzroy, tell it to your superiors."
The men just nodded and one made a call.
Yurem glanced at his phone as it started and grunted, "Something exciting must be happening in the trees. "Talk to me."
The man on the other end eyed the French boy as he spoke, "There's a boy here, he says his name's Xavier Fitzroy or something Dutch or whatever."
"I'm French for Christ's sake." Xavier rolled his eyes.
"One of them French kids."
Yurem stood up off of the desk, "Xavier Fitzroy. He went missing yesterday, what the ******** is he doing in America?"
"No disrespect sir, but who the ******** is he?"
"I told you already you moron." Xavier grunted.
"French president's son. Don't you ever watch the ******** news?" Yurem rolled his eyes as well. "Bring him straight to me. I want to see him before any other officers here."
"With all due respect sir-"
"Don't ******** say it. I know. Just bring him to me. And try not to freak him out. His parents are, for the moment, our allies. I'd like it to stay that way."
The soldier hung up the phone and looked at the kid before him, "Just relax kid, we're taking you straight in, and at base the superiors will take good care of you."
Xavier grunted. This was a bittersweet escape. He was supposed to make it out without a qualm, and of course some ******** Germans picked him up. What the hell were they doing coming to America anyhow? He would ask the superiors when he met them. In the meantime, he leaned his head back and was quiet for the rest of the ride.
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Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 8:13 pm
Anders felt a long dormant rage make his heart race and tense his muscles. He looked at Yurem when he spoke after Delan. "And my ex-fiance." The soldier said through his teeth. Anders only had a few soft spots. This was one of them.
Anders pushed roughly pushed Delan away from him, anger adding to his already awesome strength as he turned around to face a wall that was behind him. With a loud grunt, Anders had punched through the wall leaving from his elbow up visible out of the wall. He punched it again, and again in quick succession. His knuckles bled after the third hole in the wall that one could easily see through into the hallway. After the knuckles on his right hand started bleeding, Anders put his hands on the wall to his sides, bracing him against it with his head down in thought when he heard Twenty on the phone.
"What's the situation, Twenty?" he said as calmly as he could.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 2:47 pm
Oakley watched the man pound his fist into the wall. Some one had some anger issues. Her attention perked at the name. "Fitroy is here!?" She began to pace around the room her boots making soft noises on the floor. "That changes a few things." She said softly to herself.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 9:30 pm
"Fitzroy Jr, actually. Do you know the kid or something? I heard about him going missing, and supposedly he was picked up in a forest around here somewhere." Yurem folded his arms and sighed, "Anders, I don't the the woman meant to offend, however, Major, it would probably be best if you keep any anti-American comments to yourself. Your on our turf now, and it's dangerous to be here and not be a patriot."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 1:53 pm
Anders scoffed. "Sure. "Didn't mean to offend". You give people too much credit." he said to Yurem as he turned around. Anders' right hand was covered in pure white drywall up to his elbow, which was only broken by the small streams of blood that came from his knuckles.The soldier crossed his arms, hiding his knuckles from view before someone tried to get him to go get them looked at.
"Twenty's right, though. This is our country. You're just a tiny guest in it, but that could change in a heartbeat. Your last heartbeat." he said as he seemed to stare down Delan. "And so what if this French p***y's here? I say send him back now and be done with the b***h. He's not gonna be any help here."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 6:01 pm
Oakley folded her hands behind her back and paced back and forth once more. "Yes I know him. I know his whole family." She paused "Did he say who took him? Did he know?" She glanced at the blind officer. "Forgive me for my rudeness, but your officer kind of struck a raw nerve."
As she walked her boots made a soft thumping noise on the carpeted ground. "I know the boy because I am a French Canadian. I would like to talk to him as soon as possible, and it would probably be in your best interest to call his parents." Oakley said stopping in front of the two men.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 8:24 pm
Yurem was quiet for a moment before his head shot up, "Anders did you just put your fist through my wall? God damn it man, control yourself." He faced the woman again, "As for you, I'll decide what to do when I see the kid myself." He caught himself, once again, before anyone else could, "Yeah you know what I mean."
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Xavier awoke to one of the men shaking him awake. He blinked for a few moments until his eyes adjusted to the light, and he was helped out of the truck. The men had him follow them and they walked him into the base, and as requested, straight for Yurem Hughes's room.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 12:46 pm
Anders shrugged at Twenty's scolding. "Make me." he said in a childish tone before looking back to Delan. "Isn't that what I just said? Oh wait, I said that we should just send your boyfriend's a** back to France and be done with it. Which sounds better to me so we don't him whine about his mommy and daddy and s**t." the soldier said before raising a brow.
"And you're a French Canadian? Soit vous disons simplement que, ou il y avait une certaine prostitution graves internationales concernées." Anders said, changing from english to french in a heartbeat. He made smug smile as he waited for a response. Part of being a marine is being your own translator in as many languages you could learn.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 4:51 pm
Oakley raised a acquisitive brow at the other man. "Your french is a bit off, but no I am not just saying it I am a French Canadian. An I am not, and never will be, a prostitute." She folded her arms glaring at the other man, she held the glare for a moment before sighing. She ran a hand through her thick brown hair obviously stressed "I am sure he will want to FAR away from his parents. They are more of the suffocating type then he cares for."
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 8:53 pm
Yurem turned toward the knock on his door and raised a brow, "That must be them. It's open." He turned back to the two, "Behave yourselves and Anders, watch your mouth, the kid speaks French."
The men opened the door and walked the French boy in. "Sirs, the boy." They presented him and pushed him forward gently.
Xavier took a quick glance around the room. His eyes widened a bit upon seeing Oakley, but he ignored her and looked to the men instead, "I'm sorry to inconvenience you, but I assume I'll be debriefed and deported now? For entering your country illegally. If it helps I'm not looking for a job." He took a seat nearby and crossed one leg over the other, "Do you have anything to drink, messieurs?"
Yurem scoffed, "Sorry kid, legal drinking age is 21 here." He turned toward Anders, "Grab the kid a water from the fridge."
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 12:47 pm
Anders closed his eyes and pinched the region of skin that was between his nose and face. "I didn't mean that you were a prostitute, google translator. Whatever." the soldier said before returning his hand to his side and turning ot Twenty. "Who cares if he speaks French? So do I! I don't gotta watch s**t."
Anders watched as Xavier was walked in with a few American escorts. The soldier scoffed. "You got that right kid. If it were up to me, I'd have your a** in France by now. Less chance of injury compared to you staying. Less chance of getting sued too, and gaining another enemy in the war due to that." he said as he folded his arms again to hide the drywall on his right arm. The kid hadn't seen his fist holes in the wall yet. Good, that ment less questions.
Anders looked back at Twenty when he asked him to play butler. "He's got legs, he can use 'em." but for the sake of the alliance between the US and France, Anders went over to the fridge in Yurem's kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. Then he stopped, grinned and totally rearranged all the contents of the blind officer's fridge. He then closed it and returned to Twenty's side, tossing the water bottle to Xavier. "You're out of milk, by the way." he mentioned to the officer.
Anders calmly glanced between the few men that had escorted Xavier. "What the hell are you still doing in here?! He's here to talk to us! Wait outside the door, you pricks!"
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 6:44 pm
Oakley felt stressed. Her day had not gone as she planed at all. To top it all off of course, this kid pops up; his parents were going to flip. "Xavier." Oakley said walking forward and passed the blind officer "Xavier, how in all the world did this happen to you?" She folded her arm over her chest and shook her head slowly "Tu et moi savons très bien ta mère ne laisserait jamais tu être seul pour longtemps." She said switching over to french, she knew her french wasn't perfect, but she felt it would help make him a little more at ease.
Leaning down she kneeled in front of the boy, concern clearly in her eyes "Que s'est produit Xavier?"
((Just so no one has to try an translate, it says 'You and I both know, your mom would never leave you alone for long.' And the second thin 'what happened xavier?'))
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 9:53 pm
Xavier looked up at the Canasdian woman with a fake smile and replied simply, "Casse-toi." He looked at the two other officers in the room, one of which had just thrown a water bottle at him. He unscrewed the top and looked at the one wearing sunglasses. He thought for a moment before starting again in his English, "You are blind." He turned to Anders, "And you are mean."
Yurem raised a brow, "How do you figure?"
"I make very keen observations, and he just shuffled the contents of your refrigerator." Xavier nodded toward Anders even though he knew the blind officer could not see it.
"Damn it, Anders!" Yurem growled, "If I wanted this s**t, I'd have stayed at home!"
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