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Post by Ares on Nov 29, 2009 20:57:26 GMT -5
Justin walked over to the mess area where the food was kept, and grabbed some of the rather nasty food being served. The white-armored SPARTAN followed Cassy over to the table, and promptly flopped down into a chair. He pulled out a small item...
His iPhone. The white-armored Spartan let loose a rather vile expletive, and then added, "No reception out here, since the satellites went 'boom'... but I still have my apps and videos..." The pearly-armored SPARTAN checked the items on his phone, then looked up at Cassy.
Suddenly, a duck's quack could be heard, at high volume, and Justin grinned at the female SPARTAN- he followed up with, "If I ever get your number, I have a ringtone for ya..."
The blonde male SPARTAN heard Matchsticks being the usual walking phallus that he seemed to be. Justin rolled his eyes. "I still think Mr. Drama Queen takes himself to seriously, though..."
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Nov 29, 2009 21:14:10 GMT -5
"I would love to stick around sir but I better go back to my family as well it was kinda rude of me to walk out on them and I woud rather not be in the room with the freaks" said Matchsticks. After several attempts he managed to grab his helmet and he put it back on. He hobbled out but a step before the door he flipped the bird at the Spartans and went along on his drunken stroll. *** "great he is drunk" thought Sarah as she saw Matchsticks walk into the hanger. "Hey baby" yelled Matchsticks from across the hanger. Once Matchsticks was there she said her hello. *** Matchsticks tapped the cop on his shoulder. "hey buddy come here" said Matchsticks. "what" asked the cop. "I will take up your offer" said Matchsticks. "glad you finally came to your senses Matchsticks...what made you change your mind" asked the cop. "The Spartan Program" said Matchsticks. (OOC and this kids is why you do not drink you will end up doing things you wouldn't normally do...Alcohol and anger are a bad combination....not that I would know I am just guessing too things that make you lose control over reasoning would make it much worse)
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Post by Sparty McFly on Nov 30, 2009 15:52:56 GMT -5
"Tsk. Tell me about it. That lady one didn't seem so bad though." replied Mitch as the two entered the mess hall. It was quiet. A UNSC mess hall filled with marines was never supposed to be quiet. Guess it was because of the loss of home. Mitch sighed and grabbed a tray as he walked along the food counters. "Hey, I heard you've been in service since the start of the war. Is it true? Like, I joined around 2546 I think and already I'm a veteran for the battles I got stuck in..." he said as he grabbed two hamburgers, a couple slices of three-meat pizza and a strawberry sundea. He continued, "...Like Signus? That went to hell really f**king quick, man, I'll tell ya. But after that there was Reach. I guess I don't need to tell you how that went, eh? Then Alpha Halo..." Mitch trailed of in thought as he sat down at a window seat. ---------------------- "I'm Catherine Park and this is my daughter, Meyrinn. It's good to know not all SPARTAN's are anti-social." she replied to Russell. Russell chuckled. "Heh, most of them are anyways. I stick out from the bunch, eh?" He then waved hello to Meyrinn and took off his helmet. "So my voice can be clearer."
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Nov 30, 2009 18:09:43 GMT -5
Cassy smirked at the duck sound as she drank her beverage. "Good to know." She sighed at the comment that the drunk ODST made. "freaks... haven't heard that in awhile." she thought to herself. She stood up and waved goodbye to Justin. "See ya around." and thus, she left in the opposite direction of the ODST. Mitch gestured a goodbye as Matchsticks left off. "Seeya, man." -------------------------------- Meyrinn giggled and took off her Sergeant Cap. "So you can see me better." she laughed. Catherine laughed and waved a goodbye to the Russell. "It was nice meeting you, SPARTAN." "Seeya later Ratchet!" said Meyrinn as they walked off to the hanger.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Nov 30, 2009 22:00:44 GMT -5
"Nice meeting you too, Catherine," Russell replied.
"Well, I've met a civvy. That's nice. And it goes towards my future too. Haven't thought much bout it, and eventually I'll have to. Oh well, the price I pay." He smirked to himself.
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Post by Ares on Nov 30, 2009 22:51:32 GMT -5
Justin waved goodbye to the strawberry-blonde SPARTAN. "See ya around, Cassy!" He smiled to himself. Fellow SPARTANs were often much more... well, polite, than their Marine and ODST brethren. The pearly-armored SPARTAN watched Cassy leave- or more specifically, he watched the female SPARTAN's posterior as she walked. Yup... SPARTANs always look better than those midget ODSTs.
Justin turned his grey-green gaze from Cassy to the drunken Matchsticks who was still barely visible, down the hallway. Why was the dickhead such an asshole? Eh... Your inner personality comes out when alcohol's around, so this "Matchsticks" was obviously the human ass on the inside, as well as the outside. Justin stood up- all seven feet- and stretched slightly. The ration dinner wasn't fantastic, but hey... this is the UNSC. Not some cushy civilian life, like all those who had died down on Earth...
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Post by Danny on Dec 1, 2009 6:36:51 GMT -5
"Bloody hell, you're no bogan are ya?" "Shut up pilot and get these civilians under control," Chandler growled at the fellow Australian solider. A quite annoying soldier at that. "Oi I'm just a pilot, what do you want me to do? I cant exactly fly them into the corner of the hanger," Lachlan said while Dean stood behind him, cradling a shotgun. For whatever reason. "Scare them into the corner then. If they wont listen to authority then maybe they'll listen to a barking MA5," and with that, Chandler took up his Assault Rifle and fired several rounds into the ceiling of the hanger. "Jesus Christ!" Lachlan cried, startled and shocked by the Spartans actions. "Welcome aboard the Beyond the Sea!" he yelled, as silence rushed over the crowd, "This is not my ship, but I demand order on it. I understand the loss of our home world may be a little depressing for some-" "A little?" Lachlan muttered. "But this is no time to feel sorry for ourselves, or for those that were killed!" Chandler yelled, "You- all of you are soldiers now. Make it your vendetta to kill a hundred Rifters for every dead Human. Now, for f**ks sake, get yourselves in line! I want groups! Don't cram into the barracks, spare a thought for the Marines and other personnel, if you havent acquired..." Chandler then moved on top of a crate and began herding the civilians like cattle.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Dec 1, 2009 11:08:32 GMT -5
Cassy rushed into the hanger, shotgun in one hand and her Energy Sword in the other. Upon seeing Chandler, she sighed in annoyance and rushed to him. "Chandler, please, be a little easier on them. They just our home." she said to her fellow Australian SPARTAN. She shouldered her shotgun and kept her energy sword close just in case another ODST fight broke out. "Simmer down for god sake."
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Post by Sniper Fox on Dec 1, 2009 13:18:41 GMT -5
Fox finally cooled down after that fiasco in the hangar (and was also hungry) so decided to take a walk. Heading to the cafeteria he noticed Matchsticks rounding a corridor and was tripping over himself. 'Great, he's drunk', Fox thought to himself.
Suddenly the cop came into view next to Matchsticks. Fox quickly ducked behind a storage container and peeked around the side of it. They were talking. Fox was too far away to hear the full conversation but the only words he could make out were "offer," "senses," and something to do with the Spartans. 'What the hell?' thought Fox. He quickly got up and rounded a corner in the hall before anyone saw him.
Something isn't right. What is this offer they were talking about? Fox thought about it decided not to worry about it for right now. 'It's probably nothing, he thought, 'I mean, the guy's as drunk as a college student at a frat party.' Putting it out of his mind for the time being, Fox went to the cafeteria to grab a bite.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Dec 1, 2009 15:07:03 GMT -5
When Fox had grabbed everything he need, Mitch flagged him over to sit by him. He jumped up and grabbed more of everything he previously ate and sat back in his original seat. "Fox, over here, man!" -------------------------------------------------------- Meyrinn his in her mother's leg when the SPARTAN clad in Security armour fired into the air. "It's okay, Meyrinn, we'll be alright." Catherine said to try and comfort Meyrinn. She picked her daughter up and followed the crowd.
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Post by Ares on Dec 1, 2009 15:16:26 GMT -5
Justin saw Fox come in, obviously troubled. The white-armored SPARTAN made no change to his facial expression, and simply continued his eating... Mitch was calling the fellow UNSC fighter over, and an idea popped into Justin's head...
Cybernetically enhanced hearing. Boo-ya.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Dec 1, 2009 15:46:24 GMT -5
Russell started to hear his stomach grumble. He may be a supersoldier but he doesn't eat paste.
Russ entered the cafeteria and got some food, sitting next to where Cassy was. He looked at Cassy, helmet off. "Hey, what's your name? Russell nine-eight-four."
(OoC: In case it doesn't bother Coco too much, my SPARTAN would show a bit of human emotions. Not love... he might in the future... but he'd show a more human side of things. Of course this means he also gets mad more realistically. Eh, let's get to improving my character's human-o-meter.)
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Dec 1, 2009 15:54:29 GMT -5
(OOc Hey Danny how mad would your Spartan be if he got a wine bottle thrown at him by a drunk Odst?)
Otto grabbed a wine bottle they had managed to get out of the house in the short amount of time he was there. He then proceeded to wolf it down.
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Post by Sparty McFly on Dec 1, 2009 17:43:53 GMT -5
(OoC: Probably mad enough I'd have to restrain him.)
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Dec 1, 2009 18:03:55 GMT -5
((OoC: Cassy's with Chandler in the hanger, dude.))
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