Post by Bishop Morse on May 6, 2012 11:20:14 GMT -5
Three Hills
Georgia System
Klevington
March 07, 2508
0719 hours
Griffin
The room shook a slightly. The sound of a burning thruster went over the building and it was followed by a thunderous tone which appeared to be what was causing the shaking. It was similar to a small earthquake, though it only happened for a brief second. After it went by, the room was very still, as it recovered from the sound of the craft that had just torn threw the air. That stillness was ended after only another second. The sounds of automatic rifles firing far off in the distance, coupled with rockets flying, and the overtones of explosions. This wasn’t anything all that new, and in spite of the noise, it was rather far off. The shaking didn’t continue, outside of perhaps a bit of vibration on the walls. But this was far from anything serious. Just a small room that kept it’s occupants from seeing what was happening outside.
The room wasn’t very big, and was divided. It was the same color on both sides, just on one side there were some “homey” comforts. A toilet, a sink, and ten metal racks, each with a soft pad on top of it. On the other side of the room, there was nothing there. It was the same size, it just had nothing in it, and the only real difference was that there was a door on the side that was empty, which was open. The room was lit by two lights, one on each side. There were other lights, but these ones were the only two which were on. They weren’t very bright, and were likely not on at their brightest. The room shook slightly again, and there was a rumbling on the ground. It was like a number of bombs had gone off, thought still farther away. The divider was a shiny and a silvery gray set of bars that ran vertically and were close together. The only altering in their uniform pattern was a long hinge that was on a thicker square bar that ran straight up at the center.
The only occupant of the room, was a man who was leaning against the bars on the side with the toilet and beds. His hair was short and brown. His arms were through the bars that he was leaning against as he stared out into the empty side of the room. He was rather dirty looking. Though he had clean spots on his face and body, he still was filthy. His face had the beginnings of a beard, as he had clearly not shaved for days. He just looked out with a sort of misery on his face. He didn’t move much outside of blinking, and he kept his gaze straight forward. He had on a uniform unusual to the area, a long blue coat on top of what seemed to be the norm. It wasn’t typical since the color scheme wasn’t right for where he was.
”Hey.” the man called out into the empty room. His voice echoed as he said the word. There was no response, and things were quiet, with the exception of the sounds of the fighting going on outside. As there was nothing that was returned, the man called out again. ”Hey!” He said, though this time he didn’t stop there. ”Guard!” He yelled, specifying who was now calling for. He didn’t move from where he was, he was about ready to call out one more time, when there was a sound. It was a jingling along with a clumping. It was the sound of someone walking, almost in an aggressive march. The sound got louder and then slowed down. From around the corner through the door on the empty side of the room came a man. He was wearing a brown duster, a helmet, and a red vest. He was holding an automatic rifle in his hands as he came through. There were a number of keys on his belt which explained the jingling, and his large boots answered the question of the clumping. He had a thick black mustache and an aggravated expression.
“What?” The soldier asked. He stood with the rifle in his hands and didn’t move as he waited for the response.
The man in the blue coat behind the bar stepped back a bit, though kept his hands on the bars. ”I believe it’s time for me to be released private. I have to return to the field and lead my men to assist in the defense of this position.” He spoke with absolute seriousness and straightened his back as he spoke.
The soldier shot out a quick and airy laugh. ”Ha!” the soldier had a sort of astonished smile on his face. ”You gotta be out ruttin’ mind. Just sit your drunk ass down, and shut the hell up.” The soldier spat. He was clearly not in the mood to be dealing with this.
Inside the cell, the man in the blue coat kept his left hand on the bars and pointed forward at the soldier. ”Listen here private! You’re talking to a superior rank, and I’ll have you…Ah! Ah!” The man in the blue coat stopped as he started to feel an extreme pain in his wrist. The soldier in front of him had grabbed his hand and began to twist it. The man in the blue coat couldn’t move, as if he did, it may well make the pain worse. The soldier pulled him forward and the mans face went just through the bars. The soldier had slung his rifle over his shoulder and with his free right hand punched the man in the blue coat in the face.
”Ow, shit!” the man in the blue coat yelled a he was suddenly released and lost his balance. He stumbled backwards and fell on his back.
”You listen here Griffin! I’m gettin’ sick a your shit!” The soldier yelled angrily. He breathed heavily and his upper row of teeth was visible and he clenched his jaw. ”If you don’t shut your gorram mouth, I will let you out. And that’ll be to give you a five second head start before I put four bullets in your ass.” the man was clearly very upset that he had to come in there again. ”Just stay down there, and don’t make another sound.Liǎojiě!?” the soldier yelled. He then turned and started heading towards the door.
On the ground the man in the blue coat looked up at the ceiling. There was bit of blood coming from his lip, and he just stayed there a moment bitterly. It seemed he was contemplating how it was that he came to be in that position, though his next action didn’t give any evidence that he’d learned anything. ”Private!” he yelled, still laying on the ground. He didn’t look to see if he got the soldiers attention, but he had heard the boots stop. He didn’t move, he just remained where he was. ”The sinks broken, it keeps overflowing.” He pointed at the sink which was now just above his head. There was a puddle of water collecting underneath it.
The soldier started walking out of the room again. ”I’ll call the plumber.” He said sarcastically and aggravated. He then just walked out the rest of the way, and the sound that had been heard when he entered, was heard in reverse.
Griffin just remained on the ground, and put his arm back at his side. ”Very good private… carry on.” He said aloud to no one.
Georgia System
Klevington
March 07, 2508
0719 hours
Griffin
The room shook a slightly. The sound of a burning thruster went over the building and it was followed by a thunderous tone which appeared to be what was causing the shaking. It was similar to a small earthquake, though it only happened for a brief second. After it went by, the room was very still, as it recovered from the sound of the craft that had just torn threw the air. That stillness was ended after only another second. The sounds of automatic rifles firing far off in the distance, coupled with rockets flying, and the overtones of explosions. This wasn’t anything all that new, and in spite of the noise, it was rather far off. The shaking didn’t continue, outside of perhaps a bit of vibration on the walls. But this was far from anything serious. Just a small room that kept it’s occupants from seeing what was happening outside.
The room wasn’t very big, and was divided. It was the same color on both sides, just on one side there were some “homey” comforts. A toilet, a sink, and ten metal racks, each with a soft pad on top of it. On the other side of the room, there was nothing there. It was the same size, it just had nothing in it, and the only real difference was that there was a door on the side that was empty, which was open. The room was lit by two lights, one on each side. There were other lights, but these ones were the only two which were on. They weren’t very bright, and were likely not on at their brightest. The room shook slightly again, and there was a rumbling on the ground. It was like a number of bombs had gone off, thought still farther away. The divider was a shiny and a silvery gray set of bars that ran vertically and were close together. The only altering in their uniform pattern was a long hinge that was on a thicker square bar that ran straight up at the center.
The only occupant of the room, was a man who was leaning against the bars on the side with the toilet and beds. His hair was short and brown. His arms were through the bars that he was leaning against as he stared out into the empty side of the room. He was rather dirty looking. Though he had clean spots on his face and body, he still was filthy. His face had the beginnings of a beard, as he had clearly not shaved for days. He just looked out with a sort of misery on his face. He didn’t move much outside of blinking, and he kept his gaze straight forward. He had on a uniform unusual to the area, a long blue coat on top of what seemed to be the norm. It wasn’t typical since the color scheme wasn’t right for where he was.
”Hey.” the man called out into the empty room. His voice echoed as he said the word. There was no response, and things were quiet, with the exception of the sounds of the fighting going on outside. As there was nothing that was returned, the man called out again. ”Hey!” He said, though this time he didn’t stop there. ”Guard!” He yelled, specifying who was now calling for. He didn’t move from where he was, he was about ready to call out one more time, when there was a sound. It was a jingling along with a clumping. It was the sound of someone walking, almost in an aggressive march. The sound got louder and then slowed down. From around the corner through the door on the empty side of the room came a man. He was wearing a brown duster, a helmet, and a red vest. He was holding an automatic rifle in his hands as he came through. There were a number of keys on his belt which explained the jingling, and his large boots answered the question of the clumping. He had a thick black mustache and an aggravated expression.
“What?” The soldier asked. He stood with the rifle in his hands and didn’t move as he waited for the response.
The man in the blue coat behind the bar stepped back a bit, though kept his hands on the bars. ”I believe it’s time for me to be released private. I have to return to the field and lead my men to assist in the defense of this position.” He spoke with absolute seriousness and straightened his back as he spoke.
The soldier shot out a quick and airy laugh. ”Ha!” the soldier had a sort of astonished smile on his face. ”You gotta be out ruttin’ mind. Just sit your drunk ass down, and shut the hell up.” The soldier spat. He was clearly not in the mood to be dealing with this.
Inside the cell, the man in the blue coat kept his left hand on the bars and pointed forward at the soldier. ”Listen here private! You’re talking to a superior rank, and I’ll have you…Ah! Ah!” The man in the blue coat stopped as he started to feel an extreme pain in his wrist. The soldier in front of him had grabbed his hand and began to twist it. The man in the blue coat couldn’t move, as if he did, it may well make the pain worse. The soldier pulled him forward and the mans face went just through the bars. The soldier had slung his rifle over his shoulder and with his free right hand punched the man in the blue coat in the face.
”Ow, shit!” the man in the blue coat yelled a he was suddenly released and lost his balance. He stumbled backwards and fell on his back.
”You listen here Griffin! I’m gettin’ sick a your shit!” The soldier yelled angrily. He breathed heavily and his upper row of teeth was visible and he clenched his jaw. ”If you don’t shut your gorram mouth, I will let you out. And that’ll be to give you a five second head start before I put four bullets in your ass.” the man was clearly very upset that he had to come in there again. ”Just stay down there, and don’t make another sound.Liǎojiě!?” the soldier yelled. He then turned and started heading towards the door.
On the ground the man in the blue coat looked up at the ceiling. There was bit of blood coming from his lip, and he just stayed there a moment bitterly. It seemed he was contemplating how it was that he came to be in that position, though his next action didn’t give any evidence that he’d learned anything. ”Private!” he yelled, still laying on the ground. He didn’t look to see if he got the soldiers attention, but he had heard the boots stop. He didn’t move, he just remained where he was. ”The sinks broken, it keeps overflowing.” He pointed at the sink which was now just above his head. There was a puddle of water collecting underneath it.
The soldier started walking out of the room again. ”I’ll call the plumber.” He said sarcastically and aggravated. He then just walked out the rest of the way, and the sound that had been heard when he entered, was heard in reverse.
Griffin just remained on the ground, and put his arm back at his side. ”Very good private… carry on.” He said aloud to no one.