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 Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 4:32 am
"Well, you smell funny. Like snail mixed with frog legs, or some s**t like that. Big woop, he can read minds." Anders said in response to Xavier's calling him 'mean', not really defending himself at all.
He couldn't help but laugh when the kid mentioned he had raided Yurem's fridge. "Anyone with eyes could've seen me do it." Anders said, then looked at Twenty. "Well,-" he looked back at Xavier as he started. "- anyone with eyes that work, I mean."
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 4:18 pm
Oakley stood up quickly, like she had been struck. "Xavier don't be so childish." She said stepping back no longer worried for him. It was clear his experience hadn't fazed him as she had feared.
She turned to glance at the officers behind her. "Do all you Americans pick on the less fortunate among you?" She asked not finding Ander's prank so amusing.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 9:41 pm
"Clearly." Xavier rolled his eyes, "And thank you for your concern, Oakley." He stood and stretched a bit, "So, what do you lot do, anyhow?"
Yurem ignored the boy as he heard footsteps coming toward the room. He grunted and moved toward the door to intercept who ever was there. But the footsteps ran past him, and in the direction of the higher-ups. "Oh boy." He turned back toward the others, "That's probably not good news, Anders, we had best be ready for a fight."
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 12:03 pm
Anders shrugged ay Delan's question. "Nah, I just find it hilarious.", the soldier said before answering Xavier. "I'm a Marine. I kill who I'm told to kill and do what I'm told to do... For the most part... Sometimes... Not really. I just listen when I feel like it." he said before he came up to Twenty quickly, not caring much for his slight limp in his right leg, and peering out of the doorway. "Why's that? And how the ******** did you catch onto that? Should I call you 'Sonar' too, or something?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 4:45 pm
Oakley watched the two men clearly worried about the person that ran by the door. "What can you not trust your own people?" She asked walking past Xavier. If he said he was ok she chose to believe him. One less thing she had to worry about the better.
She stopped not too far away from the others. "People who are missing one of their five senses, their other senses generally become stronger to make up for the missing sense." Oakley explained more or less to let the men know she actually had a brain and knew how to use it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:28 pm
Yurem sighed and folded his arms, leaning against the doorframe, "I guess we just wait." He put his head back against the wall and grunted, "What do you think, Anders?"
Xavier fell back into the chair he had been in before and huffed an exasperated sigh, "So, what is going to happen to me?"
"You're, most likely, going to be debriefed and sent home as soon as possible. Like you guessed. Speaking of which, someone had better call your parents."
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 1:03 pm
Anders gave Delan a look that purely said "NO KIDDING DUMBASS". "No s**t. Is that what thet're teaching you now in college?", he rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Could've said something if I was trying too hard to give Twenty/Twnety Vision here a little credit." he then turned to Mr. Blind himself. Anders crossed hs arms. "I predict a transferr in the near future." he said with a grin. Of course Anders was going to get transferred back to North Korea, he'd been hiding his injury well enough that anyone would think he was well enough to fight. On the next recall, he'd volunteer to return to the Hellhole and kill some more assholes and have more fun with their bitches.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 7:16 pm
Oakley did her best to ignore Anders. "I hope you enjoy it." She said turning around to look at the boy. "I guess I'll call your parents." She sighed and dug around in her pant's pocket till she found the little cell phone. She checked the battery bar and made sure it was full.
Checking through her contacts list till she found the Fitzroy home number. She shook her head guessing she wouldn't be able to get ahold of them using that number. She settled on Mr. Fitzroy's personal cell phone number.
It rang once, twice, and he picked up "Allô monsieur Fitzroy. J'espère que vous faites bien. Il a été longtemps, mais j'appelle avec quelques bonnes nouvelles. Xavier est ici avec moi, il est sûr." She said quickly wanting to get to the point.
((She said Hello Mr. Fitzroy. I hope you are doing well. It's been a long time, but I call with some good news. Xavier is here with me, he's safe.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 8:54 am
"Ah non! Non papa! Téléphone a mama! Non papa! Non!" Xavier tried to snatch the phone from the woman in front of him, "Marde! Conne! Donnez-moi le téléphone!"
"A transfer? Awesome. Are they going to use their special forces this time? Or do we all have to sit around and wait until it's literally as bad as it can get? That's what I think they're waiting for." He turned toward the woman on the phone, "Can you hurry it up? We have to take the kid to the bosses before they ship us out."
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 3:41 pm
Anders nodded. "Indeed, it is awesome. And I'm not sure about what the higher upps got planned. I just do what they tell me. For the most part." the man stated with a shrug. He then raised a brow as Xavier stated to act like a small child about Delan calling his parents. "Dude, shut the ******** up. It's unavoi-"
Just then, a younger looking Private 1st Class of 19-years-old flung the door open to the room and nearly fell in. He had an expression as if he had seen a ghost. "Have you guys seen what's on the news?!" he asked as he panted for breath. The kid looked over the people in the room, quickly identifying their ranks from the symbols on their shoulders of their uniforms. He gulped. "I'm really sorry to barge in, sirs, but this is really important." the kid pushed passed the people in the room and went to the television in the living room, turning it on and changed it to a local news channel...
"... The vice president, Vincent Quinn, is in critical condition, being treated for bullet wounds. How did this come to happen?Eye witnesses say that a woman had pulled out a pistol and shot at the vice president during his speech in Houston, Texas addressing the current state of the world war we are all aware of. Witnesses also claim that the woman was shouting seconds before her weapon was revealed and unloaded, saying that she was speaking in some other language. The woman is currently under custody of the Texas State Police, soon to be transferred to a more secure military base nearby. Translators state that the language the woman was shouting in was a common North Korean tounge, suggesting that she is a spy from the warring country. This truly is a dark time for the United States of America, and our prayers go out to Vince in hope that he will pull though..."
The kid was gritting his teeth when the news man shifted toward another subject. "They're ******** everywhere, aren't they?" he asked shakily as he wrapped his arms around himself to try to hold himself together. "The general's shipping out every available person tomorrow morning from all over the country, it was already passed by congress, supreme court, and the president. It's a full out Total War now..."
It wasn't the fact that the Vice president was dying in a hospital being treated for gunshot wounds that had Tam scared shitless, it was the fact that he was finally getting sent into action...
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 5:13 pm
Oakley talked a few more minutes moving around the room to keep Xavier from getting the phone. After a few moments she held the phone out for the boy. "Your father wants to talk to you." She handed the phone off.
Before she had a chance to say any thing else the other man came in and turned on the TV. "Well look what the world it coming to, eh." She said shaking her head and slowly turning to look at the new officer. ~ ~ ~ ~ She had traveled quite a long way to make it to the camp. The weather had been horrible and she had been forced to fight her way as refuges from the fall out tried to get her supplies. Her blond hair was cut short, her startling green eyes alert to her surroundings. Her face was round but at the moment covered with dirt and sot. Her pink lips a little swollen from being chewed on as her travels came to an end. Her clothes were ripped, dirty, and had smears of blood. All from her rough travles.
Katla was being led through the confines of the base. They had yet to put her in handcuffs, but it was clear they didn't trust her. Cursing them all she broke away and darted down the hall. The men were hot on her heels but she burst into the first room she saw, unlucky for her, it was filled. "s**t." Oakley turned and looked at the new girl. The American base just kept getting more and more exciting.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 5:34 pm
Xavier took the phone only to close it and toss it across the floor. He turned to watch the panicked man running in and turning on the television. "Merde." The French boy muttered, "I'll have to go home sooner then, won't I?"
Yurem sighed, "Looks like it, unless you want us to slap a helmet on ya and ship you off to war."
"Actually, that sounds like-"
"It's not happening. The last thing we need is a war with France, too." Yurem's head shot up at the end of his thought, "Hold the phone. Did they say near Houston? They have the greatest translator this side of the Mississippi. This side of anywhere, honestly. She's an Italian, so, loud as you can guess, and quite a character. Anyway, she speaks all of the Romances, Japanese, Korean and Both Chinese languages, English and Arabic."
Xavier smirked, "Boner alert."
"Shove it, Frenchie." Yurem folded his arms and turned to Anders, "What should we do then?"
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Gaia Username: Arrieth
Characer Name: Tiziana Rossa Giuliacci
Character Code Name: Rosetta
Character Age: 26
Character Nationality (Country): Italian Born, American to the bone
Weapon of Choice: The tongue. ;'D
Sidearm: n/a
Division: Army
Character Bio: Tiziana was born it Italy, but spent only three years of her life there before moving to New York with her Mother, Father and three older brothers. She was always the brains among her siblings, and excelled in language programs, joining the army as a translator at 18 while she was fluent in all of the romances languages, and as she studied Arabic, she eventually learned Both Cantonese and Mandarin Chinese, Korean, Japanese and is currently learning Russian and stationed in Texas after her last tour where she works from her office.
Character Image/pic/description: A small, olive-skinned woman with hazel eyes and dark brown hair. ((I'LL DRAW HER EVENTUALLY TOO [I promise there'll be much more drawing time after I move home on Monday.]))
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 4:23 am
Anders, after going over and watching the news broadcast, could only smile. He was finally going to get back to the action.
He walked back over towards Twenty, ignoring the private that was apparently having his own sort of mental breakdown. "What do we do? I say we start packing now before all the good spots on the LZ are gone!" he said with enthusiasm. "Told you there was gonna be a transfer. Damn! I should be a fortune teller!" he joked before heading toward the door. Just before his hnd touched the knob though, it burst open, hitting him and knocking him backward onto the ground on his a**. "What the ********>, he asked as he looked and saw a striking woman... What looked like rags. "Um, can I help you?", the soldier asked as he rose to his feet. The soldiers that were hot on Katla's trail came up from behind her and were about to take her when Anders took her by the arm and pulled her away from them. One of the men stumbled and fell as the other one gave him a puzzled expression. "HA! You missed!", he said as if he were a little kid. "But seriously guys, I got this one.", he said before turning back to the woman and looking down at her with his 6-foot something-ness. The men looked at each other, shrugged, and left sayin something about getting something to eat.
Anders looked over the woman. Yup, definitely a boner, and definitely rags. "What were they after you for? It's not everyday that a girl wearin' ribbons for clothes just waltz' into a military base either, so first off, answer: How did you get in here?", he said in a somewhat subdued tone. She looked ransacked, so he decided to go with a more gentle approach. Against his nature and better horn-dog judgement.
Tam was simply coiled into a little ball on a couch wondering how the hell he was going to survive the few 5 minutes of the war.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 3:58 pm
Katla jerked her arm away from the solider looming over her. "I walked in, how else? I mean it's not like I can fly." She said stepping back her hand resting on her hip a belt fit snugly and had a couple large pieces of metal attached both hand sharpened to make a blade. "Your men are lousy." She said bluntly taking another step back "Why did I even think you could help?" She muttered.
Oakley retrieved her phone from the floor. "I will assume your dad or mom are going to be on their way to pick you up." She said giving him a none too happy look. "Any ways to the problem at hand." Oakley turned back to look at the blind officer. "Get ready for war I guess?"
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 8:18 pm
"Deal with the gypsy that just barged into my room first, maybe?" Yurem suggested to the Canadian officer, "And why is it that this is always the room people run for? It can't be particularly aesthetically pleasing, can it?"
"No, not particularly." Xavier had the decency to reply, once again ignoring the Canadian.
"Well, your opinion isn't much to run with, you're like, twelve probably." Yurem scoffed.
"I'm nineteen, thank you." He looked over at the man on the couch, "Is he going to be alright?"
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