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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 2, 2008 19:31:24 GMT -5
"Don't think I need to fire your imagination none," *Cry-baby smirked.* "'Less you got amnesia somehow."
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Post by Brandi on Mar 3, 2008 7:04:04 GMT -5
*Brandi bit her lip and lowered her eyes in mock shame.*
"Well if that's how you're going to be about it...."
*She slipped further into the water, as if to sulk, but then a wicked smile overcame her face and she grasp his back firmly.*
"Then I guess I should just take what I want then..."
*She tugged him down on top of her.*
***FADE OUT***
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 3, 2008 11:53:45 GMT -5
**FADE IN**
*Cry-Baby lay bonelessly in the cooling water, his wet hair plastered to his forehead.*
"You go on an' take whatever you want, whenever you want it," *he said appreciatively, tracing lazy circles on her back.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 4, 2008 8:01:22 GMT -5
*Brandi purred happily.*
"Damn right."
*Her lashes were heavy with contentment, but she peeked at him out of one corner.*
"And you hated every moment, right?"
*She couldn't hide her dimples.*
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Post by NPC on Mar 4, 2008 9:05:32 GMT -5
*As Brandi spoke the sound of sure and steady steps wrapped in jump boots echoing off the floor of the hallway outside dopplered towards the tub. A series of smart knocks preceded the door opening and the entrance of a well built stereotype of the classic drill sergeant. He appeared to be pressed directly from the mold stamped from an amalgamation of every image of what a drill sergeant should be. His boots were so perfectly shined that they seemed to not only reflect light but possibly amplify it as well, the crisp pleat of his trousers so sharp it almost seemed that it could cut flesh. The medals and ribbons on his chest covered nearly half of his jacket and ranged from service tokens of a roman centurion to medals from wars fought on battlefields not even discovered yet. The man's face seemed to have been chiseled from stone before someone set off a grenade next to it. Once he was in the bathroom, casting a disapproving glance at the general disarray, Sherman came to attention and saluted the occupants of the tub smartly. He held the salute for a few seconds, releasing it without waiting for a return seemingly more out of habit than disrespect.*
"Sirs, Ma'am. Reporting for pick up of the recruits."
*His hands locked at his sides, Sherman's gaze bore a hole into the wall though is peripheral vision caught most of the room.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 4, 2008 13:25:59 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby started up, but then thought it best to remained slouched in the tub. His hands tightened around Brandi.*
"What now?" *he asked with his best drape sneer.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 5, 2008 7:15:05 GMT -5
*Brandi gasped in surprise at the interruption, relatively sure that door had been locked. She squirmed against Cry-Baby, trying to see the visitor. That voice was vaguely familiar. Of course, so was this situation. Well, without the bathtub part. She pushed against him gently, her wet hair falling about her in a manner that the censorship fairy might appreciate and covering her to a state of mostly decent. She looked the man over, a little confused. Where was he supposed to fit in? Didn't look like something the girls would do, too...manly. In a not 'hot slab of manflesh' kind of way. Just gritty. Like something Jeremy would--*
Dammit.
*She set her jaw, bristling slightly, but trying not to manifest anything in the tub with them.*
"War sent you then, sir?"
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Post by Drill Sergeant Sherman on Mar 6, 2008 6:15:52 GMT -5
*A muscle at the edge of Sherman's eye twinged.*
"Ma'am with all due respect... don't call me sir. I work for a living."
*His chest swelled a bit as he stood at text book attention, his brown round ((the hat)) perfectly parallel to the ground.*
"And I am following orders received from War. So if ya'll will just turn over those recruits I'll on my way and ya'll can go back to fraternizing."
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Post by Brandi on Mar 6, 2008 6:24:01 GMT -5
*Her brow raised at that one.*
"Recruits? Umm...."
*Brandi's eyes wandered the room briefly, as if she would suddenly find some stashed in a corner.*
"I'd love to help and expediate your removal from my bathroom but I..."
*She frowned slightly.*
"I don't think I've seen any. Could you describe who you're looking for?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 6, 2008 11:58:38 GMT -5
*Cry-Baby waited, with uncharacteristic patience (nonetheless tried) for this to play out. And for the man to say what he had to say, before Cry-Baby was forced to attempt to kick his ass while naked.*
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Post by Drill Sergeant Sherman on Mar 7, 2008 5:42:12 GMT -5
*Sherman's brow scrunched, his bushy eyebrows threatening to meet each other on the field of battle that was his forehead. His jaw flexed a few times, obviously grinding his teeth in thought. After a few seconds he opened his mouth again, his voice quick and strong, living up to the infantry motto of move like lightning and sound like thunder.*
"Hell's hand grenade... who do you think I mean, Ma'am.?"
*The last word was emphasized strangely. Almost sarcastically but without disrespect.*
"I was ordered here to retrieve the children and take them home for training to be returned to ya'll when they have graduated. It's a lovely ceremony that ya'll attend."
*Sherman was trying his best, but it was hard to get others to understand the order of things when you yourself had no reference point along a time line. It wasn't that he was from the future, people like that carried screwdrivers, sonic ones. He just didn't understand the phrase, "here and now." Continuing to stare blankly ahead he waited for their brains to catch up.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 7, 2008 7:08:59 GMT -5
Oh. That.
*This was surprisingly weird, especially for how weird it started. But she pursed her lips, trying to echo the respect shown, even being out of proverbial uniform as she was.*
"You're early."
*Her nose scrunched a little, but she did her best to keep her cool.*
"Will you be staying 'round the next nine months or so? I'll fix a room up for you."
*She looked to him expectantly. Figuring that War had just sent him to exasperate things, she was in no mood to do anything other than accept it. To show him that even the large stones he threw would only make small ripples in their pond. And she was trying really hard not to focus on the thought of that graduation comment and whether it was dripping the same sarcasm that it would have been from War's lips or...she didn't want to think about it. So she wasn't going to. See? This was her not thinking about it.*
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Post by Drill Sergeant Sherman on Mar 7, 2008 7:53:12 GMT -5
*Sherman twitched briefly as he resisted the urge to look at his watch. Early? Well yes probably but she was acting like it was a long time. Like he'd need a place to stay during that time. Pondering it for a few seconds Sherman's head nodded slightly.*
"No, Ma'am. I won't be staying around. Could probably get a few things done during that short of time. Apologies for the misunderstanding."
*He stayed at attention, his body rigid and eyes unblinking.*
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Post by Brandi on Mar 7, 2008 8:17:00 GMT -5
Ok...
*Brandi's jaw set to one side, unsure.*
"It's...all right. Uh...was there anything else?"
Cause I'd kinda feel better if you left. No offense intended.
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Post by Cry Baby on Mar 7, 2008 10:18:41 GMT -5
*The water was getting cold, which only added to Cry-Baby's discomfort. Geez, did they think he was some kinda machine? He could only get it up so many times.
Nevermind one of 'em being with Brandi.*
"Apology accepted," *he said meaningfully.*
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