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 Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 11:35 am
aw you ruined the fun night i wanted to spook one of the drunks here into a fit
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 11:46 am
vasily smirked a little at this. and leaned back in his chair grinning at night feeling ever so slightly bored. he ordered a drink from a nearby waitress and closed his eyes waiting for it to arrive.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 11:53 am
Night wrapped the little griffin more carefully in the cloths.
"I'll be going ahead, it's room number 15, Vasily"
She lifted the little lump in her arms, going upstairs.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 11:56 am
he smiled at her and the baby. "be careful with it" he called after her, he knew he didnt have to but... he saw his drink arrive and sat there drinking it quickly savoring the unique taste and wondering exactly what it was. he finished it and sat there a moment longer.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:00 pm
*She stirred, looking up, and glancing around. Another inn. She started to wonder if she was Narcoleptic...She glanced at Vasily* Where are we...? *she asked softly, a soft frown on her face*
( Listen here, peoples. I'm putting up a new rule: Three line minimal post. It has to be descriptic of the senses, at least one of them (Smell, taste, touch, sight). Describe the scenes around you. Who do you see? Where are you at? What is nearby you? Try your best to put three lines in. I will accept two and a half, but if I see too many taking advantage of this, you shall be whapped. And Krusadin will let me know! She's going to watch over you while I'm gone. And remember, NO MORE that 5 posts a person while I'm gone! I have that rule to keep me aware of what's going on without sifting though dozens of pages. )
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:17 pm
vasily sits at the bar anbd notices shes awake "oh hello" he looks around and orders her some water. he put it in front of her. "we are currently in some nameless town," he looked at her and drank his own drink his eyes starting to get glazed. he looked out the window.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:26 pm
The whistle of an artillery shell is heard outside the inn is heard, and impact shortly afterward, shattering the windows around the frond door. Shortly after a medium, yet stocky man enters, holding an 88 shell in his arms, poking around the corner of the door with a grim streaked face. Spotting the soviet at the bar, he drops his shell, and whips out a pistol.
"You! You! You! I thought we got you at Kursk! Ill get you now, you god damned Cossack!" Attempting to shoot Vasily, The clip falls to the ground, and he misses horribly.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:32 pm
vasily hears the whine of an 88 fire and instictivly dives for cover, but his foot is stuck on the rail of his chair and he propmtly falls over. "eugene" he shouts slurring the word a little. he quickly pulls out his pistol and fires at him, the shot bouncing off his helmet and shattering the last unbroken window in the bar. vasily looks at him and unsure what to do propmtly throws his pistol at him hitting him in the nose. "illl kill you thins time" he shouts in russian stumbling a bit drunkenly at him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:38 pm
Eugene, recoiling from the blow of the pistol to the face, begins to bleed slightly. “Mah nose! Cossack! Die!” Angrily bleeding, and stumbling about, he takes his Helmut off, and wings it toward Vasili, hoping for the best, and yet still missing barely. “I hate trying to hit small target with no gun!” Grabbing his shell for a strange reason, he knocks over a table and takes cover behind it, hoping for cover.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:41 pm
vasily dodges the helmet and yells something about his rodina. al the while grabbing a grenade and winging it behind the table. then running away a few feet, and hiding behind a table of his own.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:45 pm
Picking up the table…picking up the grenade (I don’t want the table!) Eugene Runs across the room, tossing the grenade to himself over and over again, panicking whilst doing so, and drops it out the window. Quickly running back as it detonates, he darts to his helmet and it up, kicking Vasilis table as he runs off toward his own, and fires a round from his pistol, and shouts “Hey!” before ducking again.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:49 pm
vasily leans forward and grabbs his pistol off the floor reloading it. he grabbed for another grenade and found himself holding a potato "what i thought i left this at training" he shruggs and wings it behind eugene's table. he then pops up from his table firing a few shots above and into eugene's table, "ho" he shouts before ducking down again.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:53 pm
Night was watching their battle while sitting on the stairs. She wanted to help but it was too interesting. This was a man from his world, she thought. Let's see what will happen. She smiled when she saw Vasily throw a potato at his opponent.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 12:54 pm
Seeing this ‘Grenade’ roll behind his cover, Eugene repeats the last process of running to a window, before noticing it’s a potato, and darts back to his table. “Food! Finally…food…” Taking a bite, he throws it back at Vasily, and returns fire with a half empty pistol and his helmet on backwards. “Hey!”
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