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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 16 2009, 05:10 PM (744 Views) | |
| Minou Beauchamp | Feb 16 2009, 05:10 PM Post #1 |
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While it's important to know your enemies like the back of your hand, you never know when another spy will be in your midst. That's why it's always good to make friends! Secret handshakes, code words, and stuff like that can go a long way, see. Most people hate spies by default, even when they're on the same team, so why make the job harder by coming off as a standoff-ish jerk? This is the reason why Minou was making lime jello in the lounge. The water is already heated there and there's a refrigerator nearby too. His mom told him that the best way to make friends was to offer food, especially jello. As the spy poured the powder into the “mold” filled with hot water, he remembered this one time when his family moved into a new neighborhood. His mom made jello for each and every house on the street and Minou had to drag a heavy wagon with containers filled with jello from door to door to deliver them. After that tiresome experience, he had a temporary thing against jello until the households with other children warmed up to him and they made snow cones together in the summer. Ahh... Those were the days... Minou stirred until the powdered gelatin dissolved and carried the “mold” over to the fridge where he left it to chill. Pleased with himself, he admired his handiwork as he looked for something to do before the dessert set properly. The “mold”? A helmet he saw lying around at the base. A soldier's helmet, to be specific. It looked clean enough to use, so he rinsed it before making the jello, unaware that he was still violating a ton of health standards while doing so. The only thing that went on in his head at the time was “This helmet should make plenty enough jello to go around!” and you have to admit, one person can't eat a skull full of jello unless they're a zombie. The spy glanced about and removed his paperboy cap to fan himself before putting it back on and opening cupboards in search of plates. |
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| +Hugh MacKeane+ | Feb 16 2009, 06:37 PM Post #2 |
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Ye call that dancin'? I saw people on fire move better than that!
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Strides in. Mask still on, flamethrower still in hands while he had already shook off the rest of his equipment after one of his mad runs around/about/and through the perimeter of the REDbase. Pure practice - burning anything moving (but preferably not RED) in his wake. He can be heard roaring and laughing to himself when he runs under your window in the morning. Otherwise he can act pretty sane on most occasions. Now wearing just a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, he throws himself into one of teh sofas - head tilted back, flamethrower on lap and booted legs on the coffee table. Huffing from the run, but otherwise satisfied. It takes him a moment to register the presence of the other by the fridge. Regards him through the smoked-lenses of his gasmask and then gives a wave. The new kid probably - he saw some fancy little photo. Not that he would remember anything besides what dominated his view with a big bust. All right, let us not be obnoxious or stereotypical. The pyro was bad with names - remembered faces and even better – remembered people's habits, their voice and the way they would look at him. “Mmmmmmmmmw!” he greeted and then relaxed back again. Edited by Hugh MacKeane, Feb 16 2009, 06:41 PM.
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| Minou Beauchamp | Feb 17 2009, 05:03 AM Post #3 |
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Minou gave the entering pyro a surprised look as he wandered in and fell onto the sofa, mask and flamethrower still equipped. Well, if there were ways to determine classes without asking, that was one of them. It's now been confirmed that the RED team has a pyro and one who never stops being one at that. The pyro waved at him and Minou closed one of the cupboards to wave back with a friendly smile. It felt like the first day in the schoolyard all over again. He wanted to make friends, but didn't know where to start... And to think, the one who broke the ice had to be the muffling Scottish pyro. What was Minou supposed to say? More importantly, what did the pyro just say? The blond was confused, but tried to stay positive and recalled something he deduced at an early age. Responding in kind was a universal sign of goodwill, as demonstrated earlier with the wave. Someone greets you, you greet back, and the two of you will be fine and dandy. Instead of saying something random that may offend the pyro, Minou decided to attempt speaking the pyro's language (which may offend him anyhow). The spy cleared his throat and enthusiastically tried to mimic the pyro... “Murrr!” ...With little success. The thumbs up and goofy smile might be Minou's only redeeming features in terms of showing goodwill, but other than that, he looked rather foolish standing there, trying to get on the lounging pyro's good side. Awkward... And yet, Minou didn't notice a thing. It's not like he could see the pyro's face anyways. All he knows is the pyro was bigger than him and may get bored with him like how his father would try to get rid of him by pretending to sleep. |
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| +Hugh MacKeane+ | Feb 17 2009, 08:39 AM Post #4 |
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Ye call that dancin'? I saw people on fire move better than that!
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He paused for a moment – wondering what the other was saying, if anything. Then he laughed – he got it, a second later, but well enough. It did not matter what it meant, it was an original start to an upcoming friendship. Hugh was a friendly fellow – unless it came to days when he could be unbearable. Those were however rare. He would asses strict authority when it was called for, but refrained from misusing his position as the Leader to gain more benefits than the position already gave. The Scotsman was generally a team player, but he had his mistakes too. Giving the other a thumb up too he sank deeper into the sofa and patted his flamethrower – an automatic action really. Closing his eyes behind his mask he murmured something to himself. So they had a spy now – good. That meant finally gaining information about the other team and formulating a plan how to make their upcoming days miserable. Really, inactivity slowly killed Hugh. And he was not ready to vanish from the face of this earth just yet. He drummed his fingers on the armrest of the sofa to accompany the melody that now sprang into his head – See ‘em ‘aw kilt. See ‘em’aw deid. Dance Corpse Foot Jigs on thair heids… He chuckled to himself. |
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| Molly Jones | Feb 18 2009, 03:11 AM Post #5 |
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Molly wandered in, helmetless. She'd lost it! Some cow had probably stolen it. They would pay! But they would pay later, because right now she just wanted some munchies. Without the helmet covering her to the bridge of her nose, her eyes were actually visible, slightly squinted as she peered around the room. A braided cord of hemp and beads was tied around her forehead, the long tails of it trailing down amidst her hair, and she had one end of it wrapped around her fingers; when she snapped her hand up into a salute, she pulled the headband crooked. "HELLO RECRUITS!" |
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| +Hugh MacKeane+ | Feb 19 2009, 01:58 AM Post #6 |
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Ye call that dancin'? I saw people on fire move better than that!
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Ahhh, the soldier girl – he was wondering… Bonnie quean. [nice girl] ~chuckle~ He gave her a wave – well, he used to be a recruit too before he assumed the position of the Leader here. He wondered, if in the case of a soldier he should make higher authority clear right from the start. ~Ech, would that lead to him having to take his mask off and giving a speech? He was not really in the mood. He would have to call a meeting soon enough – after most of the new recruits crawled in. Then they could plan how to go and take siege to and overrun something – preferably the BLUbase. He stopped tapping his fingers and looked over the two new recruits. Grinning behind the mask in the most lunatic of manners that better not the others see – at least not yet. |
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| Minou Beauchamp | Feb 19 2009, 03:43 AM Post #7 |
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Minou felt all warm and fuzzy inside knowing that he has made a friend. Hugh returned the thumbs up with one of his own. Yay! He didn't say “FUCK YOU!!” in pyro language after all! Then what did he say? And he tapped his flamethrower... The spy didn't have one, so how was he supposed to mimic that action as a sign of goodwill? And is there really a pyro language? Is it really called that or is it pyronese or pyronian? Is nonverbal communication essential to understanding the ways of pyros? The spy then wore an inquisitive expression on his face as he leaned against a counter with an elbow on the edge and a hand to his chin. You could practically hear the “Jeopardy” theme playing to the beat of Hugh's finger drumming as Minou kept pondering away. This went on for a while and helped pass the time for the jello to chill (which takes like what, 2+ hours?)... Suddenly, a soldier entered the lounge and greeted the two of them, startling the spy out of his mental maze. IT'S A GIRL!! ...And a hippie? A medic? She doesn't look like a medic... It must be hard to recognize a soldier without her helmet, huh? The spy glanced over to his pyro buddy to see his reaction and when the pyro waved, Minou smiled and copied his buddy by waving enthusiastically at the soldier. A case of monkey see, monkey do... If Molly becomes confused, she has a good reason to be. Hugh stopped drumming his fingers and Minou remembered his treat in the fridge. He stood up straight and clapped his hands together, his excitement making it hard for him to get his words out. “I made some lime jello~ Right now I'm wondering if it's enough for everybody and if anyone is allergic.” Minou skipped over to the fridge and opened the door to reveal the “mold” in hopes of conveying how much jello he's making, unaware that the “mold's” owner was right in front of him. Edited by Minou Beauchamp, Feb 19 2009, 03:43 AM.
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| Molly Jones | Feb 19 2009, 07:18 AM Post #8 |
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An acknowledging nod to the Pyro, the beginning of one to the other, whoever he was - and then a very girlish shriek, both hands over her mouth. The shouting that followed (hands lowered to her sides, straight arms ending in fists) was not as girly, although it was more "shocked and appalled" than purposeful "shock and awe." "THERE IS ARTIFICIALLY FLAVORED COW BY-PRODUCT IN MY COVER! ARTIFICIALLY-FLAVORED! COW! IN MY COVER!" |
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| +Hugh MacKeane+ | Feb 19 2009, 09:22 AM Post #9 |
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Ye call that dancin'? I saw people on fire move better than that!
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Cows. What was wrong with cows? A perfectly adorable domestic animal… He stood up, setting the flamethrower in his place and went to look over. Ah Jello – he heard that somewhere. It was either on some drunken night in Scotland or some really drunken night somewhere else… Jello – did not ring a bell right now. Walking over to the young man and peering at the goo in the soldier’s helmet – saw her seething pretty bad about it – he blinked behind the smoked glass of his gas mask. Then he took it off – staring face to face with the… bright green was it? With his red hair and beard on top, all they needed was to put an orange in the middle of it all and the scene would remind of traffic lights. “Whit the feck’s tis?” He poked it with his finger. Hmmm, if it was edible… Edited by Hugh MacKeane, Feb 19 2009, 11:01 AM.
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| Molly Jones | Feb 21 2009, 03:58 AM Post #10 |
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"IT IS THE BOILED-DOWN BONES OF THE WEAK!" Molly paused, and grinned brightly. "With sugar! And color!" Her eyes fell upon the glistening green globs in her helmet and her expression darkened again. "BUT IT IS ARTIFICIAL COLOR! AND ARTIFICIAL FLAVOR! And it is COW that is DEFILING THE SACRED CONFINES OF MY COVER!" Molly's initial rage had lightened somewhat, simmering down into indignance. "THIS IS DEFINITELY AGAINST REGULATIONS!" |
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