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Post by Sturm on Feb 9, 2007 21:54:33 GMT -5
Name: Brandon Johnson Age: 21 Rank: Corporal Weapons: M4 Carbine with M203 Underbarrel grenade launcher. HK USP Tactical. Combat knife. Various 'nades.
Southern Outskirt of Bagdad, Iraq.
Brandon was inside of the squad's tent, with his M4 disassembled, and he was cleaning all the internal parts with a toothbrush, one of the most important tools to clean it with. Of course, this was a different toothbrush from the one he actually brushed his teeth with. He was sitting on his cot, in his tan boots, desert camo pants, and a tan t-shirt, with his dog tags hanging out in front of his shirt.
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Feb 9, 2007 22:00:05 GMT -5
Name: Celine Eveson Age: 20 Rank: Private Weapons: Various knives, including a pocket knife, and a whole deadly arsenal of guns.
Black hair cut short waved lightly in the dry dessert wind. There Private Eveson stood, wepon at the ready at her post. Tan boots and desert camo covered a thin yet muscular form. Two silver dog tags stood hidden underneath the jacket.
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Post by Sturm on Feb 9, 2007 22:24:25 GMT -5
Brandon was finishing up, and he reassembled his rifle, and put the tools away. He then put on his jacket, and buttoned it up. After that, he put on his helmet. He then walked outside of the tent, and was patrolling around the base.
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Feb 9, 2007 22:27:19 GMT -5
Celine saluted as she saw the Corporal walk by, her feet notmoving yet her body coming erect. "Sir, no disturbances in Sector 5." Celine recited, her eyes not moving from the position there were trained at. Months at the military acadment had made it so.
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Post by Sturm on Feb 9, 2007 22:47:54 GMT -5
"Ahh... no need for that," he said holding his M4 on top of his head. "So, whats your name?" he asked her.
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Feb 9, 2007 22:51:55 GMT -5
Celine still stood erect, unsure of what to do or say, it was unusual for people of higher rank to address her informally, she was trained to be wary of unusual. "I am Celine Eveson, sir."
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Post by Sturm on Feb 9, 2007 22:55:41 GMT -5
"Oh come on now, its not like I'm an officer, you know," he said, "I'm Brandon Johnson by the way."
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Feb 9, 2007 23:01:50 GMT -5
"Ah yes sir--erm I mean Brandon... sir." She muttered quietly. It was odd to to address a higher rank by first name. Celine shifted, hiding her movements, she pulled a blad slightly lose from its sheath, ready to strike at a second's notice, "So what brings you out here?" Celine asked conversationaly.
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Post by Sturm on Feb 12, 2007 20:55:13 GMT -5
"I'm just out here on my routine patrol," he said. His eyes seemed glassy as he peered out into the distance. "Be sure to keep your eyes wide open, you never know when a terrorist might jump out," he said cautioning her.
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Feb 13, 2007 10:46:49 GMT -5
"Ah I know that." Celine replied, she was turned slightly to her side, hiding how her fingers gripped the hilt of the blade.
(Writers block. ;___-)
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Post by Sturm on Feb 13, 2007 13:10:54 GMT -5
((Oops... I may've passed it on to you. : o )) After a couple of minutes, a truck pulled up to the gate that the two were standing at. Brandon held his hand out, gesturing for the driver to stop. The truck pulled to a stop. He then walked over by the driver's door and said, "Step out of the vehicle sir." The iraqi man did so, and Brandon walked around to the back of the truck, and jumped up into the cargo bed, which had a cover on it.
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Feb 13, 2007 16:09:13 GMT -5
((Meany head +3 But I was right wasn't I? Your's passed?))
Celine waited with the man as he jumped out, gun at ready, held in a threatening postion, a warning if he chose to move quickly or try something funny. "See anything?" She called to Brandon.
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Post by Sturm on Feb 13, 2007 16:58:31 GMT -5
Brandon grabbed one of the canvas covers and threw it off, revealing a bomb, with 10 seconds on the timer. "HOLY SHIT!!! RUUUUUUUUUUUUUNN!!!!" Brandon screamed and sprinted back through the gate, diving behind the nearest pile of sandbags.
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Post by ♥ Luna Xian ♥ on Feb 13, 2007 17:04:45 GMT -5
"What? FUCK!" Celine cried, quickly following Brandon, diving behind sand bag. She poked her head up, looking at the man who had brought the bomb, he stood their passivly, as if waiting to die was no big deal. "Why...?" She whispered.
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Post by Sturm on Feb 13, 2007 17:24:23 GMT -5
"Get your head down!" Brandon yelled, grabbing her and pulling her down. There was then an earth shaking explosion, knocking over the sandbags and blowing them back several feet. Brandon jumped back up to his feet and looked at Celine. "You alright?" he asked. He then pulled out his radio and hit the button, saying, "We have been attacked by a suicide bomber at the Northwest gate! Send reinforcements immediately!" There was the fuzz of static for a moment, then, "Roger that, reinforcements are inbound to your position." A few moments later, several Humvees with .50 caliber machine guns on then screeched to a halt by them.
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