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ONE: The New Recruits
Topic Started: Nov 24 2013, 06:48 PM (2,710 Views)
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Alexy looked over at the voice calling out his name and smiled a little, He nods stoically and notices the little redheaded girl Dart off to the mess, watching as her braid whips about behind her, He Shakes his head and casually turns his attention back to Elaine, "Da, Can't decide whether I should eat... or clean Kushka..." he said, "Neither are Urgent, but both are necessary." He said Looking between the two places again,
OH come on, WE could socialize in the Mess hall
And since when were we the popular kid from nineties tv shows?
OH quit being a Killjoy

Alexy chuckled seemingly spontaneously and Sighed, looking back to Elaine, "I'm going to grab some food, You want to come?"
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[[ question: if there was a flag hidden in the boys bunks, wouldn't that exclude girls from getting it???? ]]

Emmanuel was getting restless waiting for dinner to be called. He could hear the sounds of training outside then bunk room, and he wasn't in a hurry to join them. Even if Major Rob had said they were dismissed he didn't exactly want to chance it. Still, waiting on his bunk was incredibly boring.

He sat up with an irritable huff and wondered what the other winners were up to. He swung his legs over the side of the bunk and kicked them back and forth as he thought. But now that he had turned around, he caught a figure out of the corner of his eye.

"Major Rob!" he said, surprised to see him there. "What brings a busy man like you to a place like this?"
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[[Nope, cause the whole camp would be fair game. I mean, everyone would be participating, so it's not like they'd walk in on someone.]]

"Gathering the remaining flags," Rob replied quietly. He approached the bunk, counting off the others as he went, leaving him standing in front of Emmanuel. "Excuse me," he muttered politely, and dropped to the floor, pulling the flag out from under the bed. He silently cursed Westlake for the hiding position of this particular flag, but reasoned that at least it wasn't so bad as last time, when the Doctor hid a flag in Rob's bunk. That made for a terribly embarrassing return.
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"There are still flags left?" Emmanuel asked as he watched Major Rob stride up the aisle. He counted himself lucky to have grabbed the major's flag. He never would have thought to check the bunks, especially since none of the other privates thought to look here.

His eyebrows went up and he whistled appreciatively as Rob bent over. He slid off his bunk and onto the floor behind him with a thump. Westlake's proposition rang through his mind. "How's your lip?" he asked, voice low.
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Rob stood, a blush across his face, embarrassed at the whistle. "Two flags left, and my lip's fine," he managed at the question. "It stopped bleeding a little while ago." He just needed to stop forgetting about it and then biting his lip, making it sore all over again.

He fiddled with the flag for a moment, then shoved it into his pocket, along with his hands. "So it's uh, supper, soon. You should probably head over."

With me, his brain added and he reeled at the thought. Seriously? What? No. What? He stared at the Private, awaiting an answer, and then headed for the door. "I'll be over too, to eat, pretty soon. After I take the Flags back to the office."

Shut up, Rob, just shut up.

But maybe we could eat together.

Why do you want to eat with him?

Cause he's- no. Don't say it, don't even think it. He's dangerous, that's what he is. But he's also...

Too late.

Well, fuuuuck.


Rob cast a look back to Emmanuel, "You coming?" he asked.

This way, Alice, this way, down the rabbit hole.
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Emmanuel grinned slyly. He hadn't expected to get away with the whistle, and Rob's blush was an added bonus. He looked at the major's hands, wondering if it was him that made him fidget like that. I'd like to watch him fidget differently in bed. "Yeah, okay, let's go," he said.

He fell into step beside him, his stride easy, watching Rob out of the corner of his eye. The "are you coming" was definitely an invitation, and Emmanuel looked forward to getting him alone in his office again. And probably eating dinner together too. That is, if that loony Westlake didn't interrupt them.

"Hm, too bad about your lip," he remarked. "I think you'd look striking with a scar just there." He tapped his own lip where the cut would be.
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"Sure, of course!" Elaine replied, heading towards the mess, flashing a welcoming glance at Alexy. "Don't worry about your Kushka, the new recruits just came in today. You could guess what happened." she added in a lower voice.

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It's almost supper, I'd better go to the mess, I guess ... Gene was glad that no-one spotted him, but also somewhat disappointed. Why the hell would I be disappointed? Nothing would come of being noticed! Nothing! Not everything's about you, you know!

But ... something needs to change ...
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Haha, I get the picture, no need to go over that again ...
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Rob shrugged as they left the male bunks. "I have enough scars already," he replied, and then cast his eyes away. "And I already look striking," he added glibbly, cocking an eyebrow, just as they reached the offices.

"I have to drop off the Flags, this'll just be a minute," he explained, heading into the door.
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I'd like to see some of those scars. Emmanuel tried not to take his eyes over Major Rob so obviously. He laughed at the major's self-compliment, adding and don't I know it in his mind. He rolled his eyes as Rob went ahead and just followed him into the offices. "So had anyone struck the striking Major's interest?" he asked
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Rob folded the two flags and placed them with the others at his desk.

Struck my interest? You, you and oh, let me see. You. Rob thought, wondering directly after if Westlake would approve.

He suppressed a blush and shrugged, looking up at Emmanuel through his lashes, "Maybe. No. Yes. Maybe," he said, before he could stop himself. Oh my God, dumbass, what are you doing stop that. Control yourself. Go and eat, in the mess hall. So you're not together. Alone. Lot's of people there, in the mess hall.

But that was the key there. People. Glorious, terrifying people. Being social. And if they ended up at a table together, with just maybe one or two people, then okay, that would be good. But that doesn't happen, no, the tables are long and wide, and there would be rows of people in all directions.

And Rob took a breath, bit his lip and contemplated which would be more scary - being in a social situation surround by everybody, or being alone in his office with Emmanuel where he had no idea what could happen.
Edited by Rob, Dec 5 2013, 10:26 PM.
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Emmanuel leaned on the doorframe as Rob took care of the flags. His indecisive answer made him smirk. "Hm. Is it Doctor Westlake?" he teased. "He told me he's seen you in very, very little clothing."

He straightened off the doorframe and sauntered over to Rob. He leaned in close and boxed him in against the desk with his arms. "Y'know, you can show me, too," he whispered. His eyes were drawn to Rob's lips — if he kept on biting them, it would start to bleed again. "Just a little pre-dinner treat..."

He pushed off the desk and took a step back. "Unless you're not interested," he said, voice now back to normal. "Just say the word and I'll back off." As much as he wanted Rob, he wanted Rob to want him to. He wasn't about to pursue an unwilling companion.
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Rob was surprised. Westlake had been taunting him then, ah. That answers that question.

"He is the Doctor, he's seen everyone in this Base naked, at least twic--" Rob's breath caught in his throat as Emmanuel boxed him in, pressing him against the desk. He was close, so close, and Rob could feel the heat, the want rising up in his chest.

Yes, this is nice, stay here, Oh, he smells nice, stay here-

And then Emmanuel pulled away, talking about backing off, and Rob's mind spazzed. No wait, come back, more of that- He reached over, grabbed Emmanuel's hand and yanked, pinning Emmanuel against the tall file cabnit and kissed him hard.

Rob's brain caught up with his heart at the sudden stinging pain, and he pulled back. Face flushed, pupils blown wide, and his lip had started bleeding again. He reeled away and swiped a tissue off of his desk.

What the hell did you do. What the hell, what the hell-

"W-We should uh, go and uh, get supper from the M-Mess Hall," Rob stuttered. "Before Supper's over."

Yes. Supper. Right. Because the very last thing on Rob's mind, was how much he wanted to grab Emmanuel right that minute, bend him over his desk and-

Rob gave Emmanuel a little, innocent smile. "You hungry?"
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Emmanuel quirked a brow at Rob's expression. The man looked a little flush. Before he could make another flirtatious comment, Rob's hand was gripping his and there was a clang as his back hit something solid for the second time that day. Even though this time he hit metal, the pain was somehow sweeter. It might've had something to do with the lips smashed against his own.

He didn't have time to be surprised. The kiss could be over at any moment. So he closed his eyes, kissed back just as hard and arched to press his body against Rob's. A wetness touched his lips, and for a moment he thought that Rob had started using tongue, but then he pulled off, Emmanuel's face following his for moment before being left gasping. No, it can't be over yet. That had been too fantastic, and there was no doubting that he wanted more.

His eyes opened slowly, taking in the lusty face before him. Rob's lip was bleeding again, which explained the wet he had felt. He poked his tongue at the corner of his lips and, sure enough, tasted a small bit of blood. He didn't bother with a tissue, just licked it off.

He strode up to Rob and grabbed him, using one hand to hold his hip and pull him forward while the other one shoved its way through soft brown hair. "Like a wolf," he answered. "But I don't think you want to go off to the Mess Hall looking like you want nothing more than to be eaten."
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Neena was still in bed, laying there, eyes closed, and dreaming away. What about? Well that certainly wasn't needed information to be honest, but they were pretty nice things to say the least. She would have slept a little long, snugged in a handmade blanket she'd brought with her, but the loud sound of the intercom caused her to jerk awake from her slumber. Was that even necessary to congratulate the winners? Certainly could have done that in person, but it was as it was. The girl was up now, might as well stay up rather than trying to go back to sleep.

Slowly she made her way up, groaning to herself. She hadn't even been here a day yet, but she was already missing the familiar faces of her family and friends. Those she cared for the most. How was she even going to make any friend here either? Though, she supposed making friends wasn't why she was there. It would be pretty nice to do so, even if so.

There was soon a rumble in her stomach, signaling that she was now hungry. Now she was wondering if supper was ready, because she was certainly ready to eat either way. Maybe she could change into something more comfortable, she was off duty right now. Perhaps a tank top and shorts would do, yeah, that would be nice to walk around in.

It took no time at all for her to change, she was the only one in the barracks at the moment anyway. All that she need now was to put on some shoes, and head out the door, of which she did of course. She could swear she could smell the food from the mess hall, making her mouth water. "Oh yeah, now I'm even more hungry," she smiled to herself as she walked on over to the mess hall. She'd get some food, eat, then probably go back to the barracks and hand a few things on the wall beside the bed she had chosen. Mostly mementos from home, photos and such.

Neena made it into the mess hall, the smell of cooking food now stronger than it was before. There were still quite a few of the new recruits splattered with pain, thank goodness she didn't get hit with anything.
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Alexy Moved off to the mess beside the woman, He Stared at her for a moment when She mentioned his "Kushka" he shook his head slightly,
"Kushka Is my shotgun, She Needs a clean from the sand... but its not urgent." He explained Looking away slightly,
"yes... I remember the Stupid games the major makes the recruits do..." He said to no-one in particular "Humiliating..."

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