Author Topic: Foxhole // Mission One: Armor (Read 15319 times)

blazerblock2 · October 17, 2012, 02:14:17 PM

Alexander takes a rest on a cot.

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Swat 3 · October 17, 2012, 03:11:50 PM

Quote from: blazerblock2 on October 17, 2012, 07:31:02 AM

Swat 3 you're making one mistake after another.

I am new to this sort of thing, Nation RP's are different. Maybe you can point out a few things and not point at me saying I am doing mistakes without trying to make me better at it.

I look up at Alex and down at the bottle of vodka, "Strong Stuff." I smile, and then I look at Shock who is resting. I decide to clean my M8-2, and I walk up to Claire. "When do we got that mission?" I look at a set of explosive and wire cutters in a wooden crate. My eyes glued at the plastic explosives.

Comatose · October 17, 2012, 04:20:18 PM

I grunt as the shell clears. "Aha!" I examine it for a moment, watching as the slug round falls from the shell harmlessly to the ground. I look at everybody else. "Who wants the shell?" I say as I hold the empty green shotgun shell for everybody to see. "The slug fell out."

Swat 3 · October 17, 2012, 04:35:04 PM

I look up, and I turn to Adam. I say sarcastically, "Adam, you can give it to me, so I can throw it at a bird to kill it!" I smirk, and I hold my hand out, I try to bend it, and it now kinda looks like a mini-goblet.

Watcher In The Myst · October 17, 2012, 05:49:34 PM

A shell slams into the earth above them. The lightbulb is knocked loose, removing the dugout's only source of light. "Jameson, chemlights." Claire removes her trench sergeant kit from her pack and pulls out two yellow-green chemlights, throwing them across the room towards Jameson. They fall on the ground and the glass cylinder inside breaks, and the chemlights illuminate that side of the dugout with a green light. "Throw yours towards me.

Mikoyan · October 17, 2012, 06:00:11 PM

I take a large swig from the bottle and break it. falling back on the cot.

Comatose · October 17, 2012, 06:12:06 PM

"Right." I also pull my trench sargeant pack out, hastily pulling out the chemlights and tossing them across the room. They begin to glow moments later as I hear the glass crack.

Swat 3 · October 17, 2012, 06:21:14 PM

"Let us hope we don't get shelled again." I pick my gun back up. "Good luck," I smirk, "Claire, think we can go now, I am getting tippy to kill some boogies."

Mikoyan · October 17, 2012, 06:25:40 PM

I begin humming rather annoyingly.

Swat 3 · October 17, 2012, 06:28:09 PM

I then start to hum with Alex, but not loudly.

Watcher In The Myst · October 17, 2012, 06:34:16 PM

a shell just hit 2 minutes ago

Comatose · October 17, 2012, 06:40:15 PM

"Cool it, Nathan. We set one foot outside of this door, and we'll be losing more than that."

Swat 3 · October 17, 2012, 06:51:48 PM

"I know," and I put on a serious face, "I don't want to loose anyone, and neither does anyone of us." I stand up, and look at Claire, "Any reason for the No-Man's land mission?"

Comatose · October 17, 2012, 07:58:48 PM

I pull out my maglite and point it down at my lap toward my book before reading.

Swat 3 · October 17, 2012, 08:17:07 PM

I pull some journal out, and take out a pen.

Entry #06

Nathan 0900
I am in a reinforced dugout, it is dark, and I am standing next to a chemlight, I can barely see. I think I trust Alex, the only Russian in the force, and I am still wondering why he is in our army. I also trust Shock, he is a nice guy, cool, I like that...

It is getting cold, you know, wacky equator stuff, hot in the day, cold as hell in the night. I am going to ask before that mission if I can get a thermal scope on the M8-2, because a night mission, you will need one.

I look up from my journal, and I see a few privates faces looking at me as if I was writing in a pink diary, "It is for a news thing down from New Jersey, and if you want to bug me 'bout it, we can have a fight 'bout the freedom of press." I smile, and I close the journal and walk over to my bunk, I put it in my chest.