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| Dominic Toraidio | Apr 25 2009, 10:13 PM Post #1 |
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Dominic sat in a corner of the cafeteria, a mug of hot chocolate in his hands. He sighed as he sipped gently from the mug. It was his second real job, after his first one at an explosives factory in Mexico didn't work out. He didn't know what he was supposed to do but, after following the signs, had made it to the cafeteria. He didn't know where his room was either, even though he had gotten documents telling him where to go. The reason being that he didn't speak or understand a whole lot of English. Being Mexican by descent meant that he spoke Spanish as a first language. His pack, a rugged backpack containing all sorts of explosive materials, tools and other necessary things, lay beneath the cold table. His poncho remained on his shoulders and his sombrero remained on his head, hiding his sad, gloomy demeanor from the passers-by. Hopefully he would find someone around here that he could at least understand. Until then, he would try to pick up English as a second language, however hard it would be. He absent-mindedly drew a hand into his poncho and took out a small round ball. He had made this as a timed explosive, with a fuse made of string coming out of one end. He nonchalantly tossed it gently with one hand and caught it repeatedly, watching as the empty cafeteria stayed, well, empty. He missed his home below the border. He missed his family, friends, colleagues at the factory, and his brothers, unfortunate victims of an accident at the factory. His face darkened further, thinking back to the bus accident that had claimed their lives. A lone tear rolled down his tanned cheek and deposited itself into his mug. Edited by Dominic Toraidio, Apr 25 2009, 10:29 PM.
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| Sergei Petrov | Apr 25 2009, 11:01 PM Post #2 |
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The Soviet Tiger, ready for mobilisation!
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Sergei however was in a much better mood, the reason he didn't get hung up on such details as becoming homesick for the country of his birth and compadability with others was simply, because he didn't want to. The six years of WWII had shown him too much time away from Russia in the first place, and fighting alongside the other Allied forces allowed him to grasp a very colorful version of the English language. (Being deprived from both American and British sourced.) Walking past Domonic, knowing full well that he wouldn't be too much help to a Mexican/Spanish speaker, he instead took to sitting over at a table on the other side of the cafeteria to keep close survelience under his felt hat. |
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| Molly Jones | Apr 27 2009, 10:31 AM Post #3 |
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Molly wasn't entirely sure of the chain of command around here - the Pyro was the CO, but the relative ranks of everyone else was uncertain, and she really ought to ask the CO about that so she wouldn't ignorantly interfere with proper well-run military procedures and protocol, but it probably just meant they were all privates, in which case salutes were not strictly necessary, but people waved hello to each other all the time, right, and really when you think about it a salute is just a very proper military sort of a wave. Really the subordinate is always supposed to initiate the salute and it's really only supposed to be given to officers except on special occasions but her Daddy had taught her to salute the man at the general store when he took her into town for the big trip every spring when they got the things they couldn't make at home. He said it was polite for a young lady to salute her elders even if they weren't proper military themselves. And she was pretty sure that on the official chain of command she did not outrank the others, which meant she wouldn't be undermining any authority by being the first to salute, right? Right. So she gave the two teammates who were already in the cafeteria a single general salute to share between them. |
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| Sergei Petrov | May 1 2009, 12:41 AM Post #4 |
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The Soviet Tiger, ready for mobilisation!
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Still keeping a good eye on the Mexican, who was now playing with a small ball-like object, Sergei had barely noticed young Molly entering the room. When he did turn to her, he found himself on the recieving end of a general salute. This got a chuckle out of the aged soldier, who found her to be one of the few members of the RED team that he wouldn't have argued with, angered, harmed or accidently shot. In fact, were it said, he almost liked her. She had this way of making the most violent and brash actions seem incredibly naive. (And sometimes it was the other way around, as he'd heard from the incident with the cow jelly.) So he did return the salute, allowing a brief smile to brace itself across his face. |
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| Dominic Toraidio | May 1 2009, 03:38 AM Post #5 |
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Dominic, still not noticing that two of his teammates were now in the cafeteria, finished the last of his hot chocolate and got up, intending to wash the mug in the kitchen, dry it, then return it to its proper place. He slipped the round bomb back into a slot on his belt, underneath his poncho and held the mug in a hand as he lowered the brim of his sombrero. However, as he slipped out of his chair and made his way to the kitchen door, he bumped into someone. And as he raised the brim of his hat and looked up, that someone was female. His jaw dropped slightly, the ceramic mug slipping from his gloved hands and almost landing on the floor had his foot not been in the way, breaking the mug's fall onto the hard floor. He regained his senses and bent over to pick up the mug. As he did so, he gave poor Molly an apology. In heavily accented English, he said : 'I...I'm sorry, seƱorita. It weel not happen again...' |
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