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Futile Resistance (Navy_Vet & Kate)

The diary of James Bannon

January 1, 1864
I inspected my Cavalry Division again this morning, forces appear to be well fed and groomed, and the rifles were cleaned and ready for battle. We don't have as many men with us as we did when we started South but the men that are here; are the fighting kind. I know it's New year's Day and if I were at home in Pennsylvania we'd be eating sauerkraut and sausage. Today they served us some local food call Gumbo and Jambalaya. It was good, they use a vegetable down here I wasn't familiar with called Okra. I spoke to a local farmer about and he said it probably wouldn't grow in PA due to the colder temps but he gave me some seeds anyway. Well I'm about to begin my patrol so I will write again later.

James closed his diary and laid it on his desk. As a Lieutenant in the Cavalry he was responsible for a small group of men 25-30, that made up a small part of the larger division. Knowing it was New Years Day and that the men would be anxious to blow off some steam he let them go free after an inspection that morning. It was late in the afternoon, but it was still warm outside, one of the nice things about this far south. James checked the loads in his Colt 45 revolver before mounting his horse. Patting the horse on the shoulder he said calmly, "Alright Buck, let's go make sure the boys stay out of trouble tonight."

Since coming to New Orleans there had been several bar fights in the French Quarter, James setup up a rotation so that one of his men would be in the area to try to De-fuse any fights before they began. Other officers did not do the same thing and they made fun of James for it; but James has saved his men from many a fight and they had come to respect him for it. He rode Buck down the narrow streets of New Orleans. The music was cascading from several different bars along with drunken laughter creating a loud cacophony of noise. He rode down the streets in a random route each time not wanting to create an easily distinguishable pattern. After riding for an hour or so, he dismounted Buck and tied him to a hitching post outside a small tavern, he walked in and ordered a sarsaparilla.

The mood inside the bar was celebratory and he didn't see any of his men inside this one, so he paid for his drink and began walking down the street glancing into shop windows and tavern doors.

Futile Resistance (Navy_Vet & Kate)

OK Sorry It's been crazy but I'm back here for now :)

I'm using the Civil War setting but taking liberty with some of the events. I'm going to give a short version here and allude to alot of this in my IC post.

1864
1 Year before the surrender of Lee at Appomattox Court House. General Grant has been made commander of US forces and General Sherman is beginning his march south towards Atlanta. A small group of infantry and Cavalry have been sent to New Orleans to control the sea port. Goods to the Confederate army have been confiscated at the docks and rationed out to the local civilians. There is alot of civil unrest, some civilians are upset about the Union's occupation while others are trying to capitalize on it. Most of the money being made in New Orleans is at the bars and brothels in the French Quarter.

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Catching up on IC posts will reply shortly. Work has been insane I have no time to breathe anymore it seems like.

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I will be out of town for the next day or two so I probably wont be on here for a couple days just a heads up.

Male seeking Long term partner (1x1)

Bumpity

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*Poof*
The magical little man is here, and no I will not share my lucky charms :P

Futile Resistance (Navy_Vet & Kate)

Lieutenant James Bannon
Age: 25
Union Soldier

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Awesome LT.

as far as winter goes we don't have that in lower Alabama. An inch of snow down here causes gridlock.

Bored Romantic Guy Here looking for a Partner

I have a wide variety of taste when it comes to RP's and I'm open to almost anything. I used to RP on the old site as rhodes626 and kept a running list of RP's under a post named Rockin' Rhodey's RP's. I do have a sense of humor and I do also enjoy some romance. So bring on your suggestions and I will post a few of my own below.

For you skimmers out there here's the Reader's Digest version.

*I prefer to play via PM
*I do not create CS but I will if you require one.
*I am online M-Fri 8-430 EST I DO NOT respond on the weekends
*I play only men as main characters, females as secondary characters
*I enjoy Military RP's, Romance, and Historical
*I am 30 and I will go as far as you are comfortable
*I do not like a lot of gore
*If you've made it this far and you're still interested PM me your favorite song

I want to try to do an RP with this song as the inspiration.
If You See Him, If You See her

*Writing Sample*

"Welcome to Peterborough, NH A Good Town to Live In" Jake read through his thickly tinted sunglasses as the taxi drove into town. It was quit a ways for a taxi to drive from the airport but since Uncle Sam was paying for it he didn't care. It had been three years since he'd been here last on leave when his mother passed away. She had been dying of cancer, and had been on Hospice Care for over a year. Jake and his father were at his mother's bedside as she took her last breath, it was the first time he'd seen his father cry.

The second time was when father saw him for the first time after the IED blew up his Humvee. He had been flown from Afghanistan to Ramstein, Germany where he was stabilized and then flown to Walter Reed. He had been awarded the Purple Heart in flight from Afghanistan to Ramstein. The bomb went off while he was driving, it was hidden in the center of his side of the road, the explosion basically melted a large portion of the right side of his face. The concussion blew him upwards and knocked his head into the ceiling. As the truck basically exploded and rolled he was ejected due to the melted seat belt and his right leg was broken as well as burned. A year later he was still learning to walk with the titanium rods in his legs, but no amount of plastic surgery would fix the burned side of his face. He still had issues with bright sunlight and loud noises but he adjusted to that by wearing noise cancelling headphones and very dark sunglasses. Because Petersborough was near the mountains and stayed cool he could get away with wearing a hoodie most of the time to hide his face.

After the taxi pulled up into his Father's driveway, he paid the driver and got out of the car. Standing on his crutches he watched his father walk out and pick up his rucksack. Feeling helpless was the worst of this situation Jake thought to himself. He hobbled on his crutches to the basement door which used to be a garage but was now his apartment. His grandmother had lived with his parents until she passed away, and now the basement was his. As he stepped in he saw that it had been repainted but other than it was pretty much the same. It had a small living room and kitchen and then a small bedroom off to the side.

He watched his father lay the bag on his bed. "Thanks for the help dad."

"Anytime son, I ordered pizza for supper, and I have some beers in the fridge, I checked with your doctor and he said a few beers would be ok with your medication, I also setup your appointment for your new therapist. The Doc said she may be by this afternoon or tomorrow. I'll be upstairs but if you need anything just holler."

Jake thanked his dad and watched him go upstairs, He sat on his couch as the song "I Dreamed a Dream" began to play. There were several artists who had recorded it but he liked Idina Menzel's version the best. He couldn't help but think of how fitting the line was "Life has killed the dream I dreamed." His life was a wreck and it was basically surviving from One Day to the next. He just sat there looking out the window and hit the repeat button on his MP3 player.

He wasn't even 25 yet and was disabled, a cripple he thought to himself. I wanted to go into Law Enforcement like my father and grandfather but now there is no way I cant do it. As a Master at Arms or MA in the military he handled weapons and ammunition on a daily basis, about the only line of work he could get was maybe at an indoor shooting range teaching old ladies to shoot revolvers but then again with my scarred up face they probably wouldn't want to be seen with me anyway.

Jake reached down and picked up the local newspaper, today's headline "Local Hero Wins Purple Heart and Returns Home." There was Jake's picture from boot camp, in his uniform with the military stare, and a future ahead of him and yet now it was nothing. Angrily he threw the newspaper across the room and drank another beer. The rain falling outside his window was the perfect conclusion to this depressing homecoming.

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That sounds great, Heads off to find the ole coffee pot