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by Togeria » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:11 pm
Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks wrote:Togeria wrote:The day turns to night, as the boy keeps digging, a hole he feels he soon may decorate. At that moment moment the sky lights, up the otherside calling in a barrage to decorate the sky in white light to rival the sun. He looks mesmerized by the light, and then looks in fear as seemingly they head toward him. The solders become frantic preparing anything to be used as cover, now matter how futile their efforts are.
Kat closes her eyes, unable to watch.

by Communist Volkstrad » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:13 pm
Togeria wrote:Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks wrote:Kat closes her eyes, unable to watch.
The boy jumps in whole, covering his head. The volley crashes down hitting anything foolish enough to even glance up. The boy cries, this may very well be the end, he might die, and know one would even care. The volley fades, ground scared, bodies littered, but by some miracle, or curse he makes, he's alive. Cowering, huddled in a fetal position, covering his head. Tears comeout, the scarring too much, his innocence lost, never to be the same. A victim of a cycle that seems to come every generation, masterminded by foolish men, with stone hearts. He sits there, he might die, if not from the men, then from the cold, ruthless, hunger.
CHUN: "You ok?"
by Togeria » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:16 pm
Communist Volkstrad wrote:Togeria wrote:The boy jumps in whole, covering his head. The volley crashes down hitting anything foolish enough to even glance up. The boy cries, this may very well be the end, he might die, and know one would even care. The volley fades, ground scared, bodies littered, but by some miracle, or curse he makes, he's alive. Cowering, huddled in a fetal position, covering his head. Tears comeout, the scarring too much, his innocence lost, never to be the same. A victim of a cycle that seems to come every generation, masterminded by foolish men, with stone hearts. He sits there, he might die, if not from the men, then from the cold, ruthless, hunger.
CHUN: "You ok?"
"Well enough.... like I said, I don't like the heat but I'm tolerating it for now."

by Communist Volkstrad » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:19 pm

by Centro-Progressive Peoples Entity » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:22 pm

by Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:23 pm
Togeria wrote:Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks wrote:Kat closes her eyes, unable to watch.
The boy jumps in whole, covering his head. The volley crashes down hitting anything foolish enough to even glance up. The boy cries, this may very well be the end, he might die, and know one would even care. The volley fades, ground scared, bodies littered, but by some miracle, or curse he makes, he's alive. Cowering, huddled in a fetal position, covering his head. Tears comeout, the scarring too much, his innocence lost, never to be the same. A victim of a cycle that seems to come every generation, masterminded by foolish men, with stone hearts. He sits there, he might die, if not from the men, then from the cold, ruthless, hunger.
CHUN: "You ok?"
by Togeria » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:23 pm

by Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:23 pm

by Communist Volkstrad » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:26 pm

by Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:26 pm
Communist Volkstrad wrote:Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks wrote:The woman goes over. "Greetings. I'm comrade Nikola Belanova, you can address me as comrade Nikola, comrade Belanova, or some combination thereof."
Four Volkstradi soldiers sit there. One wears his helmet, gas mask, and over-mask(Kind of a cloth mask worn over the gas mask), who says in the mechanical voice overlay of the mask with a Serbian accent "I'm Vlasic. First name doesn't matter. I'm called 'Kapriz' by the rest of these lot". The others have their helmets on the ground and their gas masks on their belts. One next to Kapriz goes after him, who wears a Ushanka and the over-mask, speaking with a Bulgarian accent "Krastyo Hristov". The next one, the only woman in the group goes next, who speaks with a Hungarian accent "Kata Prohaska, nice to meet you". The last one, a taller man with a beard goes, speaking with a Czech accent "Dvorak, Aleksandr Dvorak".

by Republic Under Specters Grasp » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:26 pm
by Togeria » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:28 pm

by Syndikat » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:28 pm
Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks wrote:Charlotte returns the favor.

by Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:29 pm
by Togeria » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:29 pm
Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks wrote:Togeria wrote:The boy jumps in whole, covering his head. The volley crashes down hitting anything foolish enough to even glance up. The boy cries, this may very well be the end, he might die, and know one would even care. The volley fades, ground scared, bodies littered, but by some miracle, or curse he makes, he's alive. Cowering, huddled in a fetal position, covering his head. Tears comeout, the scarring too much, his innocence lost, never to be the same. A victim of a cycle that seems to come every generation, masterminded by foolish men, with stone hearts. He sits there, he might die, if not from the men, then from the cold, ruthless, hunger.
CHUN: "You ok?"
He's going to make it. He's going to make it. You're going to survive!

by Communist Volkstrad » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:30 pm
Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks wrote:Communist Volkstrad wrote:Four Volkstradi soldiers sit there. One wears his helmet, gas mask, and over-mask(Kind of a cloth mask worn over the gas mask), who says in the mechanical voice overlay of the mask with a Serbian accent "I'm Vlasic. First name doesn't matter. I'm called 'Kapriz' by the rest of these lot". The others have their helmets on the ground and their gas masks on their belts. One next to Kapriz goes after him, who wears a Ushanka and the over-mask, speaking with a Bulgarian accent "Krastyo Hristov". The next one, the only woman in the group goes next, who speaks with a Hungarian accent "Kata Prohaska, nice to meet you". The last one, a taller man with a beard goes, speaking with a Czech accent "Dvorak, Aleksandr Dvorak".
"Pleased to meet all of you."

by Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:32 pm

by Communist Volkstrad » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:32 pm

by Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:33 pm
Communist Volkstrad wrote:Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks wrote:"Pleased to meet all of you."
Kapriz sharpens his axe. Hristov simply looks around. Dvorak is eating some military rations and looking at the newcomer.
Kata asks "So, what is with the rest of your unit. They seem to be steering clear from us. I wonder, is it the scary helmets?" Kapriz scoffs at her last comment but continues on his sharpening.

by Communist Volkstrad » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:36 pm
Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks wrote:Communist Volkstrad wrote:Kapriz sharpens his axe. Hristov simply looks around. Dvorak is eating some military rations and looking at the newcomer.
Kata asks "So, what is with the rest of your unit. They seem to be steering clear from us. I wonder, is it the scary helmets?" Kapriz scoffs at her last comment but continues on his sharpening.
Nikola laughs. "My unit has fought against the Stasi, it'd take a lot more than helmets to frighten us."
by Badassistanian » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:38 pm
Togeria wrote:Communist Volkstrad wrote:Sofi smiles and laughs back. "I hope I do come up with something better at some point, although I find it difficult to imagine creating something that would compare to yours."
"You could with practice." She says,"We could go to the city if you want or other stuff."
Pablo: He takes her over to the cafe,"Get what you like."

by Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:39 pm
Communist Volkstrad wrote:Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks wrote:Nikola laughs. "My unit has fought against the Stasi, it'd take a lot more than helmets to frighten us."
"I see... ours hasn't been active recently, so this is partially a refresher. But back to my original question, your people seem to be keeping to themselves. Why is that?"
by Togeria » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:40 pm

by Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks » Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:42 pm
Togeria wrote:Union of Socialist Puterrepubliks wrote:Kat gathers herself, knowing the worst has passed.
"Why?"
The boy stumbles around the destroyed city, not knowing what his life can become after the hell he wwent through. A flyer floats by, and he grabs it. Become great! Fight for, home, country, and brethren it says. A army flyer, for the TAF. He looks at it, unsure.
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