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| ONE: The New Recruits | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 24 2013, 06:48 PM (2,715 Views) | |
| Noodles | Nov 28 2013, 07:00 AM Post #46 |
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Emmanuel frowned when it seemed that Gene didn't notice him. He propped up his face with one hand and watched him ramble on, just waiting for him to stop now. The sudden outburst and smile startled him, but he too smiled when he looked where Gene was facing, at Oliver and Westlake. There was a small crowd of people hovering near them, too many to be simply loitering. Were they keeping them in here? He spotted Abigail back inside, near Oliver, and he stood up. She was looking around and messing with her hair - available for a chat, then. "I'm gonna go see what's going on," he said. He patted Gene on the back as he left the bench and said, "Catch up with you later, Genie." He quirked up an eyebrow at him before adding, "Unless you're coming with." He jogged up to Abigail, though he watched Westlake and Oliver out of the corner of his eye. "Hey, Private Abigail," he grinned with a languid salute. "Any idea what's up?" |
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| PandaGirl | Nov 28 2013, 09:19 AM Post #47 |
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Abby looked up at Emmanuel for a second and shook her head. How does he even know my name... I've nearly always kept to myself She looked over at the rest of the delta base clearing up the plates and arranging themselves in order for the announcement. Abby pulled her Fingerless gloves out of her belt and put them on. Although she didn't know what as going on, she figured it would be some sort of training exercise and she would probably need them. She tapped Emmanuel on the shoulder and waited for him to bend down. Edited by PandaGirl, Nov 28 2013, 09:20 AM.
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| Rob | Nov 28 2013, 03:36 PM Post #48 |
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"I think everyone is pretty much done eating," Westlake mumbled to Rob. Rob nodded, then shouted, "May I have your attention, please?!" The Mess quieted down and suddenly 60-or-so sets of eyes landed on him. He would have felt tense or uneasy, but this wasn't a social call, and he had a definite purpose to focus on. Rob lifted the FWA Flag that he brought from his office, it was large and orange with a black cross on it, "As you may know, this is the flag of the Free World Army. What you don't know, is that there are five of these, that my men have hidden separately inside the gate of Delta camp, while you children were eating." A giant malicious grin spread across Westlake's face. And Rob almost smiled, but managed to refrain. "Your task, and you have no choice but to accept it, is to capture one flag and bring it back to me, in the offices." Westlake swung the door open, and a few eager Privates dashed out, only to be met with the thunderous SPLUT. They cried out, turned back and ran back to the mess hall- their chests emblazoned with bright pink paint. "Oh yeh," Rob added, "And my men are also out there, at undisclosed locations, with paintball guns. You get splatted, you are disqualified, and you come back to the Mess Hall. Ready? Steady? Good luck." After teasing the pink-spatted Privates, Westlake danced his way over to sit on a table and wait for the painted disqualifieds to come rolling in. Rob moved away from the door, over to sit on an adjacent chair, not heading to the offices just yet to see if anyone had any questions. |
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| PandaGirl | Nov 28 2013, 03:56 PM Post #49 |
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Abby smiley, and her brain clicked over to where Major Rob was looking earlier. She didn't need an advantage, but it would sure help against the older members who knew the base well. Abby was smart, fast and knew just what to do. She whispered "Good lucky slow poke" in Emmanuel's ear before disappearing behind the crowd, grabbing a metal tray and heading out the back door of the kitchen. She held the metal tray in front of her, and stuck her head out the door to check for any gunners. When she could be sure the coast was clear, she dodged the piles of food scraps and garbage and ran behind the girls washroom and climbed to the roof to try and find a flag. She had decided, if she couldn't see a flag, then the first thing she needed was a paint ball gun. |
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| Noodles | Nov 28 2013, 05:49 PM Post #50 |
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Emmanuel bent over for Abigail, but stopped halfway at Oliver's call for attention. He listened raptly, his eyes following the flag that was thrust in the air. This was it. The game was beginning. His mouth gaped a bit - he had not been expecting a game of capture the flag. Still, to get Oliver in his private offices would be a wonderful chance. Westlake, standing near Oliver, had one of his unsettling smiles on, which was his first hint that there was more to the game. His suspicions were confirmed when some quick privates were just as quickly shot down in a mess of pink. The gape turned into a smile. Oh man, this is going to be fun. The smiled grew to an all-out grin at Abigail's words. "Yeah, you too!" he shouted after her. He hoped one of the other four flags would go to her. Four, yes, because the fifth one would be his. Anyway, her idea of leaving through the back was pretty smart. As the rest of the privates left, Emmanuel took a moment to run the rules through his mind. It seemed that the only rule was do not get paint-balled. Teams were not out of the question; more than person could potentially stake a claim to a flag. But he hadn't had a chance to really talk to anyone else, Abigail was gone, and most people would probably rather go alone. He could possible wait around the offices and snag the flag from someone coming in. They'd likely be tired from fighting everyone else off, and he'd have a chance. But he was willing to bet there was a paint sniper stationed there, just to get them when they were so close. His eyes fell on Westlake, then on Oliver. Right, it's worth a shot. He went over to Westlake and sat on the the table beside him to wait for the last few privates to trickle out. "So, Westlake, what's the prize?" |
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| Shadow | Nov 28 2013, 08:13 PM Post #51 |
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August swallowed the large lump that formed in his throat. He had no training. He literally had came here for training. Panicking a bit as the trainees dispersed, August quickly grabbed his bag. Dumping it on an empty table, his eyes searched for anything useful. As his eyes landed on his sketch pad and bundle of pencils, his eyes brightened in a smile. Grabbing both, he dodged the tables and people and went up to Major Oliver. "Can you draw me a map?" August asked, but suddenly remembered titles he added, "Major Oliver, sir." His heart was pounding, but he had a plan. And he hoped to God it would work... |
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| crapshoot | Nov 28 2013, 09:02 PM Post #52 |
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Whew, I got out of that one smoothly, Gene thought as Emmanuel raced away to the door. What the hell man? I do the shit I do to get *into* those situations. Ok, I can shut up now. SHUT UP ... Oh right, the game. Those kinds of stealth-based games really get on Gene's nerves, but it was a welcome change to the usual drill and training. He probably wasn't going to get a flag, though. If he just happen to stumble across one, then good for him, but fat chance of that happening. He was far from the most ambitious person here. He walked out blending into the main crowd and hid behind a water tank as soon as he could to observe. --- Alright, the game has started! Sergeant Elaine Oliver knelt behind the corner of the garage with her paintball gun, aiming at any privates who came within her range. I wonder if any of the new recruits will join my platoon ... |
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| Rob | Nov 28 2013, 09:22 PM Post #53 |
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Rob regarded August with some interest. "Good thinking," he nodded, taking the papers and quickly sketching it out. "Everyone else is just running about, task-focused. I don't think it even occurred to them that there's more to the game than meets the eye." He passed the pages back to August, "Good luck." --- "A prize?" Westlake gawked at Emmanuel for a moment, and then laughed. "So curious, so very curious! You'll just have to wait and see what happens, won't you?" |
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| Shadow | Nov 28 2013, 09:43 PM Post #54 |
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August slowly broke into a boyish smile. "T-Thank you, sir!" he said, his big blue eyes shining underneath his glasses. With an awkward salute, August ran back over to his table with his stuff on it and studied the map. There were little spots where the Major had sketched darker. August's blonde eyebrows furrowed in thought. No...There's no way.... Biting his lip, he studied the map closer. No...the Major wouldn't subtly mark the places where the flags were? He had to take a chance with it... Ripping the map out of his sketch book, he quickly scooped everything up into his bag again and, leaving his bag on the table, August quickly ran to the kitchen. Slipping out of the mess hall that way. Glancing at his map, he saw the mens bathroom was next. Slipping into the building, he thought he heard a shot of a paintball gun. Glancing behind him he didn't see a pink splatter. They hadn't seen him... Snuggling down away from the one window and the door, August looked at his map. One of the dark sketches was by the armory. All the way across the base...I'm never going to make it... |
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| Noodles | Nov 28 2013, 11:00 PM Post #55 |
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Emmanuel watched as the last person, a cutie in glasses, left the mess hall. He laughed along with Westlake and said, "I've never been much the patient type." He slid off the table and walked up to Oliver, his strut exuding confidence. "So," he said to the major, "you're only disqualified if you get paint on yourself, right?" |
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| Rob | Nov 28 2013, 11:15 PM Post #56 |
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Rob's eyes narrowed. The cocky Private was definitely up to something. "Yes..." he ventured, letting his curiosity get the better of him. |
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| Noodles | Nov 29 2013, 12:13 AM Post #57 |
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Good. "Fantastic," Emmanuel said, his lip curling. "So, it should be okay if I do something like this?" He lunged for the flag, throwing his full body forward to topple Oliver. |
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| PandaGirl | Nov 29 2013, 12:23 AM Post #58 |
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Abby stuck her head barely over the roof, just enough to see. She could barely make out 2 flags. I bright orange one in the far corner of the base. ...Suicide And an orange flag on top of the Offices that one I can manage She carefully planned out her route, and waited to see if anyone was going to follow her out. This was a team game after all... |
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| Rob | Nov 29 2013, 01:09 AM Post #59 |
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Rob bit the flag to hang onto it, using both his arms to grab Emmanuel and spin him back. He grinned, taking the flag and shoving it into his pocket, taking a fighting stance. "Clever," he said, giving the Private a come hither look. "Come on then, let's see what you've got?" He cocked his head sideways, with a pout, "You'd didn't think I'd be that easy did you?" That was definitely a flirtation., his mind pointed out, What are you doing. Stop that. Edited by Rob, Nov 29 2013, 01:10 AM.
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| Noodles | Nov 29 2013, 01:42 AM Post #60 |
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Emmanuel's eyes locked onto Major Oliver's mouth as his teeth clamped into the fabric. He licked his lips and picked himself back up languidly, as if hitting the floor was no big deal. But damn, that hurt! "Sure, okay, let's so this," he said mimicking Oliver's pose. I have no idea what I'm doing, but here we go. He glanced at the paintballed privates and Westlake, but quickly turned away, willing himself to ignore them and just focus. He studied Major Oliver's pose, steeled his nerves, and again lunged. This time, he threw his arms out, aiming to grab onto the major's midsection. |
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