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| Batman | Mar 22 2011, 09:17 PM Post #1 |
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The Boss
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"FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRONT AND CENTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR." John's voice rang all throughout the RED base. It bounced off the walls, echoed around the halls and seeped through every nook and cranny. There was no way that anyone who was in he RED was could have not heard him. John smiled to himself, satisfied. The next test for the new recruits would be to find the place. Those not here within exactly 6.42 minutes would find themselves booted off the team. This was ample time to come and find him. He viewed this as a weeding of the weak. He had fought with sissies before, and by god, he was not going to do it again. Pacing up and down the room, John looked from the door to the clock to the floor to the door and back to the clock again. As the seconds ticked by, he could feel himself getting more and more impatient. What would the new recruits be like? Would they be disciplined? Would they be able to follow orders? Would they listen to him? What were there names, what did they dress like, what was their favourite type of gun? All sorts of questions flew around John head as he paced back and forth. Eventually, he would find out. Now it was time to wait. "...6 minutes left." |
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| Mumu | Mar 22 2011, 11:41 PM Post #2 |
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The Creeper
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With the base still relatively empty, the day began to feel lazy, and Eugene had taken the opportunity to take a nap while all was still quiet. Well, that was until a rather loud, booming voice rang into his ears, buzzing in his head like an alarm clock being attacked by a nest of bees. He let out a suppressed groan, forgetting where he was for the moment as he attempted to roll over, only to be greeted with a face full of concrete. "... Piss." He muttered, tasting the dry flavour of sleep as he slowly came to his senses. Sluggishly, Eugene made his way to his feet, dusting the dirt off his black pants as he tried to piece together what all the yelling was about. What, was he supposed to report in or something? Ugh. Well, at least it was better than being bitched at in German. The tall male gave his neck a firm crack, before making his way over to the door, peaking his head out almost curiously as he tried to find the source of what had so abruptly woken him up. Eugene found himself wondering into the common room where he found the soldier, pacing back and forth. He arched an eyebrow, not really sure what to make of the scene. Compared to the sharp, muscular man in front of him, Eugene looked like a long tree branch that had somehow made its way into the base. He was lanky and tall with an unshaven jawline and crooked nose; not exactly an impressive sight. "The bloody 'ell's going on?" He questioned, mumbling a bit awkwardly as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his long, dark coat. Edited by Mumu, Mar 22 2011, 11:42 PM.
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| irrhythmic | Mar 23 2011, 09:18 AM Post #3 |
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the slenderspy
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Jackson had spent all of about two minutes in his room - to drop off his things and be happily surprised to have space almost to himself (Really? Just one guy? He'd never had such a private sleeping space in his life!) that was even in pretty decent condition - before darting off to explore the rest of the base. Sure, there would probably be some sort of tour, and yes, Jackson was usually as curious as a rock, but this was where he was going to be living, and his job title was "scout," and, well. He had interest in learning the layout of the base. Not much more than that, mind you - he didn't give a damn about the décor - but he wanted to know his way around. He was thoroughly and happily well on his way to becoming completely lost when he heard an impressively loud shout that uhh... he wasn't actually sure what "Front and Centre" was supposed to mean, exactly, like, specifically, where was that, especially where was it from - where was he? Shit. A few minutes later, the speedy young man had finally found his way to the designated meeting area. He was already in a semblance of his uniform - the shirt, pants, and shoes, although, the bag and hat and headset rested in his room, for now, along with his weapons. The two men already there didn't look particularly friendly, but that wasn't about to stop the scout; he walked into the room with easy, calm steps, plunking himself down on the first available seating device. "Yo, what's up? I'mma guess that was you yellin'? Gotta say, not sure what's so "fronn'n cennr" 'bout this room. More, mid-left-ish. Eh, or izzat stage left..." He scratched the back of his head, not in a thinking motion, but just an antsy gesture. Sure he'd plopped down like a lazy ass, but he was still - as per usual - full of energy, and sitting still wasn't likely to happen anytime soon. |
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| Batman | Mar 26 2011, 03:55 PM Post #4 |
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The Boss
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Continuing to pace up and down, John kept his beady eyes on the door. He couldn't actually see much under the rim of his helmet, but he was too attached to the darn thing to get a new one. Suddenly, John stopped pacing and walked over to the door, placing his ear against it. From a away off, he could hear footsteps. Someone was finally coming! Leaping back to his usual spot, he continued to pace back and forth, staring at the door even more intently. Within a few moments, the door opened, and a tall but scraggy looking man stepped in. John stopped pacing and looked at the man from head to toe. Walking up to the man, John stared at him. His helmet was slightly tilted back from the fact he had to crane his neck just to look him in the eyes. "The bloody 'ell's going on, SIR." John replied, gritting his teeth and giving the man a half-growl. He had dealt with these types before. Just as he was about to launch into a lecture about respecting your leaders, the door opened again and another runt wandered in. this one was noticeably younger than the other one, and with an obvious lack of discipline to boot. This young man had wondered in, addressed him like a friend and then sat his ass down. The stick man could wait, he now had bigger fish to fry. "Front and center refers to where you stand, in front and in the center of me! That does not mean waltzing in here and plopping your spiny little ass in MYYY seat!" Standing behind the chair the smaller guy was sat in, John hoisted it up and pushed it forward, upheaving it and turning it over, throwing him out of it. Kicking the chair to the side, john crossed his arms and stared at the two lowly maggots in front of him. "Now... Front and center!" |
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| Mumu | Mar 26 2011, 08:32 PM Post #5 |
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The Creeper
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Eugene's lips fell into a scowl as the man approached him, leaning away from the other slightly as their eyes met. His upper lip twitched, not exactly feeling too comfortable with another person's face so close to his, but then, that was probably the point. Sir? Ah, piss. He couldn't stand people who wanted a proper title just to make them feel like their shit smells better than everyone else's. His dark eyes focused on his superiour from under their shades, silently staring the other man down until the door opened once more. The tension lessen now that Eugene wasn't the only one in the same room with a lion, or maybe he was more like a bear, whatever. Dark brown eyes wandered over to the younger male as he strolled into the room, holding back a snort as he so casually took a seat. He would be lying if he said he didn't feel amused as the manbearlion attacked, watching as their Scout was heaved out of the chair and said chair was kicked aside. So, he was guessing the man in the helmet was the team leader or something. Made sense. He had dealt with people who had their pricks tied in a knot before and knew that the best way to deal with them was to go along with their shit, for the time being. Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't going to be stubborn. He muttered slightly to himself as a command was once again issued, scratching the back of his head as he step around his teammate who had been tossed from the chair and standing in front of his superiour as directed, attempting to look a bit more professional. Alright, let's get this over with. |
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| irrhythmic | Mar 27 2011, 10:10 PM Post #6 |
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the slenderspy
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Jackson was really quite used to being yelled at; it seemed to be the natural tone of voice most people fell into when "interacting" with him. Which was generally to say, he annoyed them for awhile before they snarled back or yelled at him to shut up. For once, though, he'd barely even tried to be annoying - in fact, he'd just been friendly and asked a question (well, sort of) - and he was already being yelled at. By a very angry-looking military-type. He wasn't far too surprised, to be honest, although his brows did shoot up rather far on his face; but it was less an expression of complete shock than something that read more along the lines of, 'Are you serious?' He turned his head to watch as the man walked behind him, and only barely managed to remain standing as he was supplanted forcibly from the seat. Quirking a brow and giving a bit of a shrug, more or less thoroughly nonplussed, the scout joined the sniper in the middle of the room. "Right, sir, whatever. Yeesh." He hadn't, of course, actually been present to hear the soldier correct his other teammate and demand the sir - no, Jackson was using the term flippantly, as almost an insult. -Cool yer freakin' jets, man,- was what he was more interested in saying, but for once he managed to hold his tongue. (After all, how was he supposed to know it was this guy's seat, when he wasn't even using it?) Standing, his posture wasn't great, but it wasn't as atrocious as it could have been; he was clearly still thoroughly relaxed, shoulders and spine mostly straight but arms crossed lazily over his front, resting his weight on one hip with the other leg bent. His expression sank from the provocative brow-raised challenge to something more neutral, and mostly just nonplussed, as he watched and waited for something more to happen. |
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