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Is that Hillary Duff?
I hope it's alright I stuck Curtis on the Alexis; I figured he'd need to be detained and watched carefully between missions and what better place.
The screams were just the same.
First Sargent Curtis anxiously marched the length of his cell, though the Brass call them quarters. A place to lay his head, his own personal crapper and more potted plants than he could count did little to hide the bars he felt around him. His cane clinking rhythmically against the Alexis' hull, Curtis fidgeted, plucking leaves off each plant he passed in turn. The doctors said being surrounded by nature was 'soothing' but as far as Curtis could tell, it just meant they needed to sweep out the damn leaves more often. Marching quicker, the clinking of his cane grew louder but still wasn't enough to drown out the sounds of war. He couldn't hear the soldiers on the beach but he could hear them. Echoes of Normandy across time and bouncing around his head.
"My country t'is of thee! Sweet land of liberty! Of thee I sing!" Singing loudly to himself in time to the steady metronome of his own clinking, Curtis tried desperately to drown out the sounds of German Gatling guns. "LAND WHERE MY FATHERS DIED! LAND OF THE PILGRIM'S PRIDE! FROM EVERY MOUNTAINSIDE LET FREEDOM RING!" Off key but still in time, Curtis' march became feverish and his singing even louder. Still, it wasn't enough. Curtis felt a caged animal. No matter how loud he reverberated himself, still he heard the Echoes.
"Alright. Alright! I'll go! I'll go!...I'll go." With a heavy sigh, the Echoes were appeased and faded as Curtis marched toward his footlocker. Within the barren metal container lay just a few sparse items, a simple black belt with an attached gun holster and six additional reinforced slots containing vials of Bio-Serum; an old six shooter, tarnished with age and disuse ; six .45 caliber all-purpose rounds and a single pack of Skittles.
Closing the footlocker once more, Curtis walked swiftly to the opposite wall where a seldom used intercom was mounted. Since the incident, personnel were kept separate from the 'subject' and as such Curtis spent most of his time alone in the belly of the Alexis; a strategic position as well should the ship be attacked head on or turn over in a storm.
*bzzt*
"Hello? Hello? Is this thing on?
*bzzt*
*bzzt*
It's Curtis. I think it's time."
*bzzt*
First Sargent Curtis anxiously marched the length of his cell, though the Brass call them quarters. A place to lay his head, his own personal crapper and more potted plants than he could count did little to hide the bars he felt around him. His cane clinking rhythmically against the Alexis' hull, Curtis fidgeted, plucking leaves off each plant he passed in turn. The doctors said being surrounded by nature was 'soothing' but as far as Curtis could tell, it just meant they needed to sweep out the damn leaves more often. Marching quicker, the clinking of his cane grew louder but still wasn't enough to drown out the sounds of war. He couldn't hear the soldiers on the beach but he could hear them. Echoes of Normandy across time and bouncing around his head.
"My country t'is of thee! Sweet land of liberty! Of thee I sing!" Singing loudly to himself in time to the steady metronome of his own clinking, Curtis tried desperately to drown out the sounds of German Gatling guns. "LAND WHERE MY FATHERS DIED! LAND OF THE PILGRIM'S PRIDE! FROM EVERY MOUNTAINSIDE LET FREEDOM RING!" Off key but still in time, Curtis' march became feverish and his singing even louder. Still, it wasn't enough. Curtis felt a caged animal. No matter how loud he reverberated himself, still he heard the Echoes.
"Alright. Alright! I'll go! I'll go!...I'll go." With a heavy sigh, the Echoes were appeased and faded as Curtis marched toward his footlocker. Within the barren metal container lay just a few sparse items, a simple black belt with an attached gun holster and six additional reinforced slots containing vials of Bio-Serum; an old six shooter, tarnished with age and disuse ; six .45 caliber all-purpose rounds and a single pack of Skittles.
Closing the footlocker once more, Curtis walked swiftly to the opposite wall where a seldom used intercom was mounted. Since the incident, personnel were kept separate from the 'subject' and as such Curtis spent most of his time alone in the belly of the Alexis; a strategic position as well should the ship be attacked head on or turn over in a storm.
*bzzt*
"Hello? Hello? Is this thing on?
*bzzt*
*bzzt*
It's Curtis. I think it's time."
*bzzt*
Goodbye.
I'd imagine the typical training regiment has changed since things fell to the four corners of the Earth (to avoid any confusion again, I'm referring to the 4 current Super Powers Curtis shall henceforth refer to as the Allies, the Damned French, Arabia and the 40 Thieves, and China) especially for men sanctioned to receive training.
Oh, yeah, I just meant Curtis calling them 'merits' as in badges you get from the boy scouts as it fit the theme of old man yelling at kids who have it easier now'a'days :p
Nobo, can you add our CS's to the OP? I think I have a basic idea of how my bloke'd react to everyone but I wanna see if I missed anyone.
Protagonist said
Is it alright if I change my character's appearance? I think I'd rather he look something more like this: http://www.mdwhome.mdw.army.mil/images/audie-murphy-club/audiemurphy.jpg?sfvrsn=2
I can see it now, Curtis meets Hale for the first time, notices all his merits and spends the next two hours with "In my day we never had no fancy shields! We marched uphill both ways up the snow!" xP
If you still want a meet-up, from what I read, Horace's looking for a drink and Jack's leaving a tavern to reconvene with his captain. As far as Jack knows, one stray shot is nothing to be alarmed over so the meeting might shed some light on the severity of the situation if nothing else.
EDIT: Alternatively, Pie said the boy disappeared into the crowd; it wouldn't be out of the question to think he chased down Horace next if you'd care to stick to your original plan.
EDIT: Alternatively, Pie said the boy disappeared into the crowd; it wouldn't be out of the question to think he chased down Horace next if you'd care to stick to your original plan.
Lord Pie said
Or even the one member of the devil’s threesome who is out looking for the sunken Spanish ship?
Haha! Dear god, what have I done?
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