originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b]Sanctuary
Trayven Camp Barracks
Sometime After Dark [/b]
[i]"And... Perfect. Well, not bad."
Nat adjusted the last book in the back half of a barracks tent - One that was only half-occupied by Trayven forces, due to others being straight up kicked out by Natalie. She snickered internally when she looked at the blanket wall that had hanged from the cieling, a row of thick black blankets was all that had remained to divide her little section of privacy from the rest of the camp. It was a small pleasure to her, a way to show that while she was affiliated to the army, she stood at a position higher than just the average footman. Or rather, she acted like it, anyways.
The inside of her own personal tent was fairly quaint and small, but it was her own: A two-person bed, a couch, a low table in front of said couch, and a large table with some chairs was all she had in terms of furniture aside from the shelf, but it was enough for her in this second home. She had a radio on the table, which played a tune of Van Halen's "Panama" that was just muffled by the wall of cloth dividing her room from the other half of the tent. She was finally happy with the room and grabbed a book, a copy of some admittedly shitty romance novel, and took a seat on her L-shaped couch with a sense of pride. [/i]
((Open to all. If you need a way to reply, just investigate the music from the tent.))
English
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[i]"You've never had crackers before?" [/i]
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“I’ve had crackers back at home...but trust me, when your stuck three months in the damn war of the world, you tend to get less enjoyable food in the military.” Marcus replied to her, scrambling for another pack in there.
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[i]"War of the world?" [/i]
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“Trust me; Ottoman Empire wasn’t exactly friendly with us when we landed in 1917. Neither were those point-headed Germans, or those holy shit heads that call themselves the Austrian-Hungos.” He tells Nat, chowing down on some ships while throwing his rifle on the floor.
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[i]"Pick that rifle up. This is my house, not a barrack." [/i]
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“Look kid, I know this is your house and all. Last time I checked, a gun isn’t gonna so much, m’lady.” He responds, although placed the crackers on the nearby table, picking up the rifle and placing it on the chair. “So...what’s a young fellow like you doing around here?” He asked...even though he looked just as young as Nat.
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[i]"Are you joking? I'm sitting in my fûcking house." [/i]
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“I mean why did you join the Travyens? They don’t seem like the...friendliest bunch. They look more like god damn cosplayers from the Brits if I’ve ever heard of anything.” He asks Nat.
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[i]"I knew one of the leaders." [/i]
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“...and that got you in? Seriously? Had to forge papers, sneak out of my mum’s house so she didn’t have to worry about me entering the war, and THEN, had to be trained for a few months, then got sent out. And that was before I was even brought here!” Marcus had explained, shuffling through his bag. “Come on, where are you...” he mumbles to himself.
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[i]"Yeah. Knowing people helps." [/i]
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“Knowing people helps, Yeah. Knew a few guys I knew from primary. Died in the Balkans. Guys mistakes a landing, got massacred by the Ottos on sight. All 85 of their company.” Marcus explained, pulling out an old rustled wallet, seemingly stolen from a dead German soldier. “Friend of mine’s from Sydney sent this to me before the war. She hadn’t exactly entered the war; but she gave me this. Has a couple thousand German...dollars, whatever they’re called.” He explained, giving them to Nat. “What do I get in return? I’m sure this money is valuable for something around here.”
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[i]"I don't know really, for the most part I don't buy stuff." [/i]
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“I know; just need some type of roof to hide myself under. This room seems comfy, but I know it’s yours, mate.” He replies, looking around the room.
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[i]"There's a few abandoned buildings around here, go wild." [/i]
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“Alright then...might as well have someone help me with that...but until then, can I at least sleep on this chair until the night’s through?” He asks.
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[i]"Dude there's tents around here, go sleep in a barrack." [/i]
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“Aw...this is comfy though!” Marcus had yelled. “But...if you wish.” He says, slinging his rifle back onto himself and leaving, crackers in tow...but not before leaving his pistol, the P08 behind.
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[i]"Ain't you going to take the gun?" [/i]
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He was already gone, heading for one of the tents. Whether Nat would actually bring the gun back or keep it, was up to her.
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[i]She chose to keep it. [/i] ((End))
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[spoiler]Using Marcella cause why not lol[/spoiler] [i] just outside of the tent someone could be heard calling for something a pet perhaps?.[/i] "Spike get back here damn it your not supposed to leave my sight."says marcella [i]this so called pet named spike wasn't your run the of mill pet it definitely wasn't a dog or a cat that for sure. But it was the size of a cat. What spike was a large fuzzy grey and black spider with magenta colored spots on its back. It had wandered off into her tent and was casually wandering across the floor to where she was sitting. It was generally harmless if not attacked but little guy was known for its speed so it wouldn't be caught easily if seen.[/i]
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[i]Nat saw it crawling about from the corner of her eye. Let's just say that a gravity spell was used, and it was sent flying into the main barrack of the tent, where it slammed at breakneck speeds into a bedframe. [/i]
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[i]it made a loud thud when it hits but other than it was unharmed for the most part as it now scrambled to hide. It was seen darting really fast under furniture to hide from nat. Marcella could be heard calling for it again. [/i] "Spike where are you damn it?"says Marcella
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[i]"Dude shut the -blam!- up!" Nat shouted from inside her tent. The yelling was starting to get rather annoying to her. [/i]