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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Dec 1, 2009 18:06:33 GMT -5
(OOC Hmm then I just may have to do it )
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Post by Danny on Dec 1, 2009 18:06:39 GMT -5
Chandler looked at Cassy and snarled. He remember her, he remember her very well, "Why don't you go shoot someone in the back, and leave me to do my job." (OoC: That would piss Chandler off soooooo badly. It would be funny though )
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Dec 1, 2009 18:12:16 GMT -5
(OOC then its on ) Matchsticks held the bottle in his hands still looking for a place to discard of it. Suddenly an idea formed in his head...an idea so crazy it just had to work. Despite being drunk Matchsticks still had the ability to aim...something he had learned was nesscary when your shooting drill time was schduled after dinner. He made the nessacary calculations in his head. "that should do it" thought Matchsticks as he walked a few feet forward and hurled the bottle with all of his might at The other Spartan..not the chick he couldn't hit a girl even if she was a Spartan. He heard the sweet sound of sucess as he heard the bottle shatter upon impact.
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Post by Danny on Dec 1, 2009 18:23:53 GMT -5
(OoC: Bring it)
Chandler stood on the crate and looked down on his armour. The contents of the bottle dripped from his chest plate. He looked up into the crowd and spotted the drunken ODST, he stared him down for a moment. Before leaping off the crate, he kneeled down and picked up a shard of the bottle. Then with a flash, he darted from the crate, sidewinder-ed through the crowd and grabbed the ODST by the throat. He knocked off the ODST helmet, exposing his neck and depolarized his visor. This drunken fool was the first to ever see his face since the Spartan program. Chandler was pale, he had dark brown eyes and a 5 o'clock shadow. He lifted up the soldiers neck and put the glass shard to it. "You're a disgrace, I should spill your blood right here, in front of all these people. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't."
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Post by Sparty McFly on Dec 1, 2009 18:30:35 GMT -5
Russell stood up. "Because Earth went ka-boom and we need every human we can get. He may be annoying, but all you should do is say some dirty things about his momma, cuss at him behind his back, and if you HAVE to get into a fight be careful not to kill him."
Russ kept standing.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Dec 1, 2009 18:35:52 GMT -5
"how about the fact that you have to look good in front of all these people...your CO would have your ass if you knew you killed me with all these witnessess" said Matchsticks. "Or that fact that I have been in a much worse hell then you will ever go through...you have your freaking super powers to get you through missions all I got is well just normal human strength...plus I have no armor like you do protecting you from plasma fire...face it without your fancy augmentations and armor you would be no better then me" said Matchsticks. He thrashed around to try and break free of the Spartans grip. He thought for a moment. "Oh and I actually have friends and a family who remembers me" said Matchsticks.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Dec 1, 2009 18:40:17 GMT -5
Cassy rushed to Chandler and activated her Energy Sword mid run. "Don't think about it, Chandler!" she said, wrapping her arm around Chandlers and holding her Energy Sword to his throat in the other.
Mitche ran onto the scene only to see one of his own, Matchsticks, being submitted by three Spartans. He ran and snagged Cassy's Shotgun and aimed it at Chandler to defend Matchsticks. "You drunk ass idiot! What the hell are you doing man?!" he whispered.
Cassy depolarized her visor and looked Chandler in the eye. "I remember you, Chandler! From training. I watched you develop! You were never this cold hearted when Grace was with you..." she frowned, and then thought for a second. "What would Grace think of all this?"
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Dec 1, 2009 18:46:31 GMT -5
"what am i doing I am giving this freak a piece of my mind" said Matchsticks not even taking an effort to lower his voice. He grabbed his knife and his emergency Whiskey bottle. He poured the last bit of Whiskey on the knife and took out his matchbook. He was called Matchsticks for a reason.
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Post by Danny on Dec 1, 2009 18:49:55 GMT -5
Chandler stared at Cassy... that's all he did. He released the ODST from his grip and dropped the shard of glass. His angered expression quickly began to fade when he polarized his visor. He slowly took his arm away from Cassys and whispered to her, "Don't you dare talk about her, in front of me." He took one last glance at the drunken ODST and left the hanger.
(OoC: Owwwwned)
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Dec 1, 2009 18:53:44 GMT -5
Cassy deactivated her Energy Sword and watched Chandler walk off.
Mitch lowered his Shotgun and exchanged looks with Cassy.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Dec 1, 2009 18:54:48 GMT -5
Matchsticks grinned he had won. " Matchsticks-1 Armored Freaks-0" thought Matchsticks. He put his alcohol coated knife in his pocket and struck a match and watched the fire burn it soothed him.
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Post by Mitchell Edwin Johnson on Dec 1, 2009 18:59:19 GMT -5
Mitch sighed and tossed Cassy his Shotgun. He turned around, and punched Matchstick in the face. Then he looked at Russell. "Can you help me bring this idiot to the showers?" he asked, picking up Matchsticks and gesturing for Russell to help.
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Post by Spec-Opp Spartan on Dec 1, 2009 19:12:36 GMT -5
Matchsticks grandfather about a man of about 70 walked over the group with a limp. "where do you think your taking my grandson" asked the old man. He put his shotgun back onto his back to indicate he ment no harm. "I saw him get threated by that robot thing of yours and came over as fast as I could" said Matchstick's grandfather. "oh the name is Cornelius Nickelson..sorry for not introducing myself earlier" said Cornelius.
(OOC Never seen or heard of Spartan as he does not listen to UNSC radio)
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Post by Sparty McFly on Dec 1, 2009 19:40:15 GMT -5
"Cornelius, I am Russell nine-eight-four, a SPARTAN-II in the UNSC. This man mistreated a SPARTAN and through how that Spartan," he pointed to Cassy, "said about whoever the heck Grace is shut said SPARTAN up. We're taking him to the showers."
He promptly returned to business, hoisting Matchsticks up before stamping out the fire on the floor with his foot. "Alright Spartan, let's go."
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Post by Sniper Fox on Dec 1, 2009 19:50:51 GMT -5
"Mitch, hold on for a second. We need to talk, alone." Fox waited for the Spartan with the drunken Matchsticks to leave then he spoke. "I think there's something going on that we don't know. I stumbled upon Matchsticks speaking to that cop earlier. They were talking about some sort of 'offer.' I think Matchsticks is hiding something from us. What ever it is, I don't like it."
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