England Falters: Wartime Resistance RP

[Broken Orange]

Shaking Vallon's hand, Luke chuckled. "Nah I'm not a defector. I was just 'visiting' my mother-in-law who lived in France for a prolonge amount of time. America is just a poor place to raise a family." Lowering his voice to a whisper, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you defected." Luke then took up the man's offer for a cigarette. "Told my wife that I would quit smoking years ago. Got a light? By the way, the my name is Luke Kimmel."

 

[curlycrouton]

"Oh... probably shouldn't have told you that... My thanks for keeping it a secret.". He reached in his back pocket for some matches, throwing them into Luke's awaiting grasp. "Lighters are a rare commodity these days. Although I think I saw that young Nordic-looking fellow with a Zippo earlier. Lucky kid." Michael took another drag on his own cigarette. "Nice to meet another smoker, actually. Half the country seem to have embarked on some kind of anti-nicotine crusade. Makes me miss Ireland even more."

Michael relaxed his posture somewhat. His nerves were slowly subsiding. "So why'd you join, Kimmell? Freedom fighter, or just in it for the rations? I know which category I'm in. And I'm no Che Guevara, if you catch my meaning."

 

[Captain Pirate]

"That's fantastic news mate, congratulations!" Mick exclaimed, patting his old friend on the back.
"And yeah, if there is any mone to go around, eh?" Mick joked, before continuing.
"I've been good, fighting around the place, still no word from my useless prick of an Uncle though. Think the old fucker's gone and got himself shot." While this would've seemed big news to anyone, Mick casually brushed it off.
"Eh, I hated him. Dirty old bastard, never did anything useful to anyone. Hit me one or two times as a boy. General pillock, through and through."

Fearing the subject of his abusive Uncle's past may dampen the mood, he quickly changed the subject.
"So, how are you with weapons? Hope you haven't lost that crack shot of yours, and do you still have that beaut of a firearm from the Farnborough Defensive?" He questioned.
Mick was clearly a firearm enthusiast; looking after and finding out information about the weapons he encountered helped take his mind off the global situation.

 

[Broken Orange]

"It is a long story," Kimmel said as he dragged on his cigarette, "but to make a long story short, some military type promised that my wife and kid would be taken care of if I joined the army. America is no longer my home. I just happened to be born there. My home is where my family is, and i'll fight to the death for my home."

"Ireland, you say? What was so bad there that made you leave?" Kimmel asked, taking drags from his smoke, remembering why he quit all those years ago.

 

[Jav3lin]

Gar was sitting in a chair next to a make-shift table made out of two tables meant for flowerpots and a dislodged door.
On one side, he kept his scotch and in his hands he held his 9mm. He had a cloth and a branch to clean out the barrel and he'd fetched a mug of water to dampen and clean the magazine.

A short way into his barrel fingering, Gar noticed a woman entering the barracks. The way she walked with uncertainty and her eyes quickly noticing everything around, searching even, told him that she was oblivious as to where to go or what to do.

"Hey.."
He simply said as she walked past him.

 

[SteakHeart]

Nadia's conversation trailed off, and she had gone off to the barracks. She had placed her bag on the table and emptied it onto the floor. In it was a dissassembled crossbow and a pack of bolts, a canteen of water, and some other personal items. She looked around and figured that she would be there a while.

She put her things in a corner next to her bag, and walked back outside and to the group. "Anybody need help with their stuff?" she asked.

 

[NeoAC]

Chris was still deciding what to do with himself. The group had been told to get themselves acquainted with the barracks and each other but he really just didn't feel like it. However, he could just stand out in the cold, so he was about to head off to the barracks when a woman came out offering to help anyone out. Well if I have to make friends, might as well with the only non-whitey here.

"I could use a bit of help, yeah?" he said to the woman as he started shuffling his bags towards her. He had a bit of an accent, thanks to his parents drilling that into him at home, but for the most part he was understandable. "Just getting situated and all. It's a bit rough, this is my first time spending a prolonged period away from Hammersmith, and to go to Dover of all places? Could have picked a better debut spot, yeah?"

 

[JoJo]

"Good riddance in my opinion, from what I've heard of your uncle the world is better off without his sort around. Right you are too about my good old friend I picked up at Farnbourgh."

Johann pulled the well-polished pistol from it's holder and held it up to the light; slowly stroking it's shiny surface.

"Ol' Fritzl here is a good as he ever was, though I fear my shooting has become a little rusty during my time away. Also my damm hands are starting to seize up a bit; old age comes faster than you think my lad."

He sheathed the weapon carefully as if it was made of glass, then patted Mick on the shoulder.

"Good to see you mate, better start talking to some of these other num-nuts before they fall asleep. Maybe talk to you at dinner or something?"

 

[Katherine Kerensky]

Rufus sighed as he took one last glance at the military types, and waved over to Sander before heading for Platform 4. He sighed again when he went through the door and saw one guy, probably drunk, with a pistol, and various parts to a crossbow on another table. Silly archaic weapon... he thought to himself, and took a cot for himself over in the corner furthest from the armed recruit, securing the cot next to his for Sander.
Almost like these nutters plan on dying here... don't need any more heroes in this war...
He sat down on his cot, then produced some old wires from his pocket, trailing back to a battered old MP3 player, most of which seemed to be missing. He turned in place, and laid on his back, staring at the ceiling, while listening to the tunes on his most precious possession.

 

[CounterAttack]

The conversation between Katrina and Nadia had been brief, especially once the former mentioned that she had no combat experience. Once that had been pointed out, Nadia had given Katrina a wave before she went off to the barracks, leaving the younger woman alone again. That was strange. Normally people stuck around to talk. Nadia was obviously different.

A soft sigh escaped Katrina as she wandered around the station. Someone, presumably a higher-up, had mentioned that there was a barracks somewhere. Perhaps she would find someone there to talk to, maybe befriend them and learn a thing or two about fighting.

 

[SamuelT]

Robin whistled.

"I call first dibs on everything in this room." he said.

He slipped his torch out of one of his many pockets on his coat and clicked it on. The dull metal of dozens upon dozens weapons, caches of ammo, tin cans and bullets reflected the light. He brushed past a few of them.

"Damn. This is pretty heavy stuff." He said as he walked past a 7.62mm Stationary Turret; A 'Natacha.'

"Might wanna put a newbie on that, write down all we got eh?"

Might want to wrap it up. The almighty featherman commands it.

 

[SteakHeart]

As Nadia walked towards Chris, she passed Katrina. "Sorry about that," she said. "I couldn't think of much. If you need any tips or tricks, just ask."

She continued to Chris and picked up one of his bags. "Probably," Nadia said, hefting it over her shoulder. "It's not that bad, though. Back in Israel, we'd have days that'd burn you alive if you weren't careful." She smiled slightly and set off with him to the barracks. "Cold isn't that much to me."

 

[NeoAC]

"Well, I mean, I've lived in London all my life, yeah?" Chris clarified. "I know I should be used to it by now, but I don't know, maybe it's the sea wind and shit. You don't get that in the city, yeah? I mean, I'm not complaining. I know Israel is probably a lot tougher environment to be living in. It's just...this whole situation is a bit weird, yeah? At least for me."

 

[SteakHeart]

Madia shrugged, still walking. "It certainly was. But tell me, what made you join?" She realized she probably sounded like a parrot, always asking that wuestion. "I know I've asked that alot, but it's all I can think of at the moment." She switched the bag over to her left shoulder and loosened the strap a bit.

 

[NeoAC]

"I didn't join," Chris explained. "I got drafted, yeah? Of course they go after the guys like me for this sort of thing. I mean, I haven't even handled a gun in four years, yeah. I don't even do that kind of stuff. I'm a singer! I reformed myself, and now they want me to go right back into that? just a bit messed up, you hear me? Messed up." He shook his head as he started emptying out his stuff into the footlocker provided.

 

[Lizmichi]

Ana walked into the barracks and picked her bed, one that was fair in the back corner but still had a clear view of the door for better aim and cover if ever needed. Ana pulled out the knife she always had on her and carved "Kelly into the bed.

"There this looked good enough." she said quickly looking around the room to see who else as around and what they were doing. She noticed Gar sitting by him self and decided to join him.

"So seems we'll be fighin' and good ol' fight side by side eh? Kicking the damn Yanks in the arse for all the shit they pulled." Ana said then looked over at him. 'By the way I'm Ana." she said tilting her head back some.

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

Thomas suddenly awoke, sweat streaming down his face.

Dammit man, get it together. Don't be afraid!

He rose and immediately hit his head on the bunk. Swearing, he spun around and sat up. Noticing Anna and Gar talking on a bed nearby he moved over to join them.

This is just like university. Heh, except this time I'm making friends not so I'll have people to study with but so I'll live.

"Hi," he said softly, "I'm Thomas. Anyone know when we're going to work?"

 

[SteakHeart]

Spoiler: OOC

Won't be on much tonight.

 

[Jav3lin]

Spoiler: OOC

Seeing as Redlin5's post controlled my character I'm going to comment solely on his first part of conversation and not acknowledge the rest. I hope he will edit it soon, I really don't like my character being controlled by others without my permission or even my knowledge.

Gar dropped his cloth as he turned to see who approached him. It was a beautiful woman, not seemingly scarred by the recent events in the world occurring.
A friendly face. She reminds me of
He quickly snapped his face to the floor and focused solely on picking up the cloth he dropped. He was not going to remember her... not with company next to him.

After gathering his things from the floor, he dampened the cloth again and kept brushing the magazine on the outside.
"G'day"
He said.
"I don't know about kicking any ...arse... but I am going to try my best to protect England. Or what's left of it"

Before getting the chance to even trail off his sentence, their conversation was halted as a man approached them, seeking the same comfort as everyone these days; company.
"Hello Thomas. Me myself am hoping for coffee and, what was it, biscuits"
Gar's accent was a mixture between gentle American and some swish of British on the side. His voice stumbled over a few words but remained mostly distant.

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

Thomas nodded.

"Some Coffee would be great about now seeing as this place isn't the warmest."

He picked up a small stool and placed it in front of him, sitting on it.

"I don't know about you two but I'm tired of running."

And tired of watching others die for me.

Spoiler: OOC

Sorry about that.