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Post by Mike McManus on Jan 19, 2011 19:15:35 GMT -5
Mike's dream was going well, however, like all dreams, things come to an end. A sudden bump in the road caused him to rouse from his slumber with a snort and a sour mood. He blinked a couple times, shaking the cobwebs from his head before looking around. He was in a truck going from his barracks out to the airport for another tour of duty in the God-forsaken desert. At least he had Natasha to keep him sane.
He didn't really know why but he felt a great feeling of loss, like something important to him was gone but he had no idea what it was or why he felt like this. It was not like Private Mike McManus at all.
He looked around seeing several familiar faces and some he had not seen before. At least...not that he could remember. Had he been a little more observant, the thick-headed private would have noticed another, much taller figure, watching him from outside as the engineer started patching the flat tire.
"DAMMIT!" was all he could declare.
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Post by Mike McManus on Jan 20, 2011 19:42:04 GMT -5
Meanwhile, the lady driving the vehicle frowned as her eyes narrowed behind her dark sun-glasses. She was eager to get this group of privates out into the field and out of her sight. In particular, she was getting sick of McManus' crap. The man had, in the past week, started 9 fights with his fellow privates. She looked back at him as he yelled out a curse and sighed. She couldn't wait for him to die.
Sergeant Jennifer Mayes was going to fulfill her mission; Put McManus in a firefight he couldn't survive.
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Post by Mike McManus on Jan 23, 2011 9:35:03 GMT -5
Mike rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned. The burly man was not much of a morning person. He didn't quite understand why, but he reached behind his head feeling for...something? He thought there should be a wound of some kind there for some reason but his hand came away clean. He just stretched a little, then opened up his pack. He dug around in it for supplies and found a dark chocolate candy bar. He smiled and kissed it through the wrapper before putting it back in.
"Later, I promise..." He whispered to it.
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Meanwhile, Sergeant Mayes was drumming the steering wheel of the vehicle in irritaqtion. These delays would invariably lead to her being reprimanded by her superior, Mike's old sergeat. The two were both eager to have the man perish in combat and be done with it but McManus had this uncanny ability to survive. Not with any skill outside of bruteforce or weapon use but out of sheer luck. She grumbled quietly to herself and honked the horn. The engineer jumped up, startled and looked at her.
"GET A MOVE ON, DAMN IT! WE GOT A PLANE TO CATCH!" was her screamed reply. The poor engineer nodded and resumed his work. Suddenly, the streetlights began to flicker and an unnatural fog rolled in.
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Post by Mike McManus on Jan 24, 2011 13:19:35 GMT -5
The fog deepened around the bus-shaped vehicle as the lights got ever dimmer. Mike suddenly got a chill he could not explain, nor did he understand when weird images flickered through his slow mind. He shook his head and, unconsciously, clutched Natasha closer to himself as a free hand pulled his cross out of his bag. This was not like him at all. He was, after all, Mike f**kin' McManus, the baddest guy in all the army. Or, at least, that is what he believed. The muscle-head turned to the window and, had he been a moment faster, would have seen a tall man wearing a suit. Instead, the fog began to clear and the night seemed peaceful once more.
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Jennifer was sick of this s**t. She opened the door and began berating the engineer for his incompetence and inability to change a tire. She used her boot to kick him out of the way and began to change it her self.
Gawd-damn ignorant sons-a-b**ches
She barked, "Alright, get your a**es back on the bus and get ready to move out. We'll be at the cargo plane in about 1 hour, then I'm shipping the lot of ya...YOU....out to the desert!"
Off in the distance, a faceless man in a business suit was already off. His prey had been marked and the Slender Man was going to stalk him and feed upon the terror he would instill upon their minds.
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Post by Mike McManus on Jan 24, 2011 18:36:08 GMT -5
Mike didn't idle well. He never did. His hands itched for either a game to play, a face to punch, or a workout to tone his muscles. He pouted, almost like a child, as he sat in his uncomfortable seat. He looked at all the newbie privates and smirked a little.
Fresh meat, all of 'em. Gonna see them crack when we get into some deep s**t.
As usual, Mike didn't think about his future. His destiny was beyond his limited understanding. He lived for the here and now. Well, here and now, he was bored as hell. He noticed one of the privates eye-balling him and he grinned, eyes filled with an impish gleam. The private, one eye black, looked away at once. Mike recalled the younger recruit tried to make a name for himself and tried to take down McManus in a boxing match. This young recruit would likely never step into a ring with the burly man ever again. Suddenly, without much warning, the bus stopped and everyone slammed forward.
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Gawd d**n mother-f**king privates and their stupid 2** s**t. If McManus wasn't here, I'd still be in my barracks with a mai tai and someone to spend the evening with...
Jennifer's thoughts were going back and forth between cursing her current position, cursing McManus, and wishing she could get her some. As she was gender blind, she was not too picky with who, so long as they were nice to look at and, preferably, could help her advance in her military career.
She was stuck on her last liaison with a woman back in the barracks she called home when suddenly she realized she had arrived at her destination. She slammed on the brakes and took sadistic pleasure in the groans and noises of discomfort from those she was driving. She stood up and faced the group.
"All o ya'll...You're going into the most dangerous areas with which American is currently fighting. I expect many of you..." her eyes go over to McManus, "...are not coming back. You will be shot and left for dead so I won't have to lead you back. So get your s**t and lets get out."
She opens the door and steps outside, removing her sun glasses and breathed in the fresh air, then herded her sheep towards a cargo plane where several Rangers were stationed.
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Post by Serenity on Jan 25, 2011 1:57:45 GMT -5
Katherine Connors was really bored. What, with Johnson's constant poking, Douglas' whining, and Gonzalez's cursing and whining, and Ramirez' damn silence, she was really just staring at O'Brien, daring him to do something annoying just so she can blow up on all of them. But like always, the bastard of a C.O. didn't budge, his soldier stance unbroken, even as a damn fog rolled in like the boogieman caused it.
"Oh, what the fuck," cursed the corporal, propping her M16A4 on her shoulder, this time actually addressing her sergeant for the first time in twenty minutes. "So much for the fucking Weather Channel. Expect any fog today, sir?"
"What am I, a meteorologist? Calm down, Katie."
"How 'bout I stab Johnson instead?" she suddenly asked as Johnson poked her once more with the butt of his rifle.
"Whoa, what the hell, bitch? Don't get me involved when you're PMSing."
"As long as it doesn't make a mess," merely stated O'Brien, causing Johnson to jump in fright.
"You ain't serious, right, bossman?" His eyes slowly widened as Connors pulled out her knife from her waist, making him back up into the plane slowly. "STAY THE FUCK AWAY." Before she could laugh maniacally, they heard the soft rumble of a vehicle approach the plane, making all the soldiers turn their attention to the road. Hearing her curse softly, Johnson smiled. "That's right, Katie-poo, no knifin' for you."
"Wait until you fall asleep," she whispered menacingly before making herself look like a presentable soldier. Johnson gulped audibly before doing the same along with the rest of the team.
Connors straightened up as a woman stepped out of the vehicle, soon after removing her sunglasses and sending a number of men toward the plane, in a seemingly condescending and relieved way.
"Better look out, Kate," said Gonzalez, smirking, "gonna have to fight for that title of Most Bitchiest Bitch Within A Hundred Miles!" he laughed before a look from O'Brien (and a silent death threat from Connors) shut him up.
"You guys sound like you want to die," muttered Douglas, patting Katherine on the shoulder awkwardly. "Ease up on them, they're idiots." Too true.
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Post by Mike McManus on Jan 25, 2011 12:15:45 GMT -5
Mike rubbed his forehead. He had just slammed it against the seat in front of him. He had far worse blows in the past but he wanted to see if he was bleeding. Pulling his hand away with no crimson on it, his blue eyes flashed towards the black-eyed private.
"Ha! Damn bus hits harder than you do, newbie!" he joked, followed by bouts of maniacal laughter. The massive man stood up, his bag holding his machete along with ammo, some grenades for Natasha, and his firearm itself hanging all from the same shoulder. Unsurprisingly, he was the first off the bus. He yawned and stretched a little, and noticed there were some rangers there to meet them.
Rangers? RANGERS! Man, I hear they are the biggest bads**es of the army...I just gotta fight one of them.
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Jennifer scowled at McManus and the rest of the troops as she led them away. She saw the rangers line up and went to look for their leader. She stood before him and, with a weak salute, eyed him up and down.
"O'brien. right? These grunts are going out to Iraq. If I understood our orders correctly, you and your team will be with them. I want you to take great care with one of them in particular..." she started, then looked for Mike. She found him, eyes wild and wide looking at the large black ranger. She knew the look and knew that she might have a chance to off him herself.
Yeah, do it Mike. Fight the guy. Just GIVE me a reason to slit your f**kin' throat.
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Mike saw the large black man and quickly decided he was the one with which he would get the most satisfaction. His eyes went wild as he walked towards him and he "accidentally" elbowed him right in the gut.
"HEY! You f**kin' touch me, motherf**ka?!?! I'll kick yer f**kin' a**!"
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Post by Serenity on Jan 25, 2011 22:10:11 GMT -5
Johnson jumped slightly, not exactly expecting some random soldier to elbow him. Grunting in acknowledgment, he half-turned to McManus. "Careful there, man," he said, though raised an eyebrow at the guy's outburst. "Look, I don't want trouble, especially from a fellow Army soldier."
Connors had to stifle her laugh. "Of course, grunt thinks he owns the place, picks a fight with the pussiest member of the team with the smallest dick," she mocked Johnson's manhood.
"Hey, fuck you, Katie-bitch. I don't remember you complainin' when-"
Suddenly, the sergeant stepped up, eying Johnson. "Continue that train of thought and I'll have you removed from this unit," he told him, seriously not wanting to know anything about what might have happened while he was asleep, no matter how long ago. He looked back at McManus. "Is there going to be a problem here, soldier?" O'Brien questioned, holding his assault rifle with both hands.
"Sergeant Buzzkill, I wanted to see Johnson get his ass whooped by a guy half his size," muttered Connors, glaring at him.
"Shut your mouth, Katherine. That's an order," he told her seriously, annoyance clear on his face. She pouted angrily and bit the inside of her lip before flicking him off and sitting against Ramirez's back, who had defaulted back to drawing sitting down after he saw some trouble going to start up. Gonzalez was watching amusingly while Douglas , arguably more of a pussy than Johnson, seemed to want to back him up.
"Hey, buddy, like the black guy said, we don't want any trouble," said Douglas, hands not holding anything and in front of him as a sign of peace. That soldier still had a wild look in his eye, and Katherine suddenly thought to herself that even she was starting to not want anything to happen. The guy looked like he could kick some ass, but he was psychotic. She gripped her rifle with both hands.
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Post by Mike McManus on Jan 25, 2011 23:46:31 GMT -5
Mike's wild smile did not diminish in the slightest and he even managed a chuckle at Kate's jab on the ranger he was trying to provoke. Suddenly, some other guy stepped up, holding a rifle. Of course, this detered McManus not the slightest. In fact, he decided this new guy must be their CO and an even bigger fight than this other guy. Then, he heard the name Katherine. He didn't register the "Katie-bitch" from earlier, but Katherine seemed to trigger something in the man. He looked at the woman a little more closely and saw a scared face; one he knew somehow...
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Jennifer watched the scene with increased desire, bordering on sexual tension as the rangers anxiously had their weapons out. She promised herself a night with whichever one of these people finally popped McManus. Then, she saw something she hadn't seen before. Mike's face screwed up in confusion and he looked at the woman.
Huh? Now whats this shit? I mean, sure, her body looks good but that beauty mark makes her totally unfuckable.
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Mike's face twisted as Kate's face appeared in his mind; angry, sad, happy, all images of Kate, though he knew not where from. Finally, he dropped his agression and looked at her, confused.
"...Katie?"
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Post by bionicmadman on Jan 26, 2011 0:03:10 GMT -5
"Hey sarge wake up, sounds like there's some commotion going on outside." the young private said to the large leather clad man napping on top of a crate. Staff Sergeant David Ramirez yawned as he sat up and put his cowboy hat back on his head. "Damn it Hawkins, what is so damn important that I had to be woken up from a much needed nap?" The anger in the sergeant's voice from being woken up early made Private Hawkins stutter,"W-well sir, it sounds like a fight might break out." David sighed and hopped off the crate, "Damn it. Well let's go see what the hell is going on and try not to get seen this time."
David looked for somewhere dark and close to the other soldiers to see what was going on. "That looks like a good spot. Hawkins stay quiet and stick close to me." He whispered as he slowly head out to where he could survey the situation.
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Post by Serenity on Jan 26, 2011 16:32:16 GMT -5
Connors heard her name being said and looked back at McManus with a confused expression. She growled softly - he didn't know her, he had no right to call her that. "What? Do I know you or somethin'? No one but these idiots can call me that," she barked at him, scowling at him menacingly.
"I thought I told you to keep your mouth shut," remarked O'Brien, but a small smirk was playing on his lips. "Well, the 'Katie' thing, I guess, is always be an exception," he chuckled, glancing at the private. "I'd start saying your ten-part apology," he joked, backing up. Johnson did the same along with him, Douglas watching with a frown nearby.
"Guys, let's not fight," he said. Gonzalez went over and pulled him away. Hell, even Ramirez had backed off, putting away his notebook and pencils just in case.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Katherine, ignoring everyone else.
(Also, lawl, two Ramirez's. Thankfully, mine never talks. Also, Dave, I don't see how your rangers could get a good view on the group unless they're incredibly close, 'cause there's a thick ass fog around the plane.)
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Post by Mike McManus on Jan 26, 2011 19:55:04 GMT -5
Mike noticed the tention easing but his face was on Kate's. He didn't know why or how but he felt he knew her from...somewhere. He shooks his head, finally tearing his eyes from her face.
"Err...I'm Mike McManus. Private first class. Do...do I know you, Katie...I mean uh...Katherine?"
He dug into his bag and fishes out something and held it out to her as he smiled sheepishly. "Here...peace offering."
The Milky Way Midnight should help her feel...wait...why am I offering her my damn candy?! Ah fuck it. Too late to take it back now.
He did cast a glance at the large black man and muttered, "Are all rangers are afraid of a little ass whooping or just you, big guy?
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FUCK! Shoot his worthless ass! A minute ago, he was gonna go apeshit again, now he is making friends? With THAT whore?
Even she had to admit a stab of jealousy. She had attempted to lure him to her quarters once but he turned her down, now he was acting all girly-eyed over this marked up bitch.
Whatever. He is gonna die soon anyway.
Just then, the fog thickens even more than before, David almost vanishing fully from view. "Listen. Enough of this. We need to go before they call this flight off."
Almost as if on cue like from a cheesy horror flick, the pilot comes up, smashing his knee on an almost fully concealed crate and, after several curses, reports "Fog's too dense. Can't fly in this shit."
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Post by Mike McManus on Feb 15, 2011 15:13:26 GMT -5
The fog, thicker than soup, envelops the group. It all goes black.
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