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I have no idea how active this dash is, but if there’s anyone still here I just want to announce that I’m returning to Burgin! I’m working on setting up a new blog for him over at @damnedislands. Got a busy week but it should be up and running by next week
✉ [text]: Burgie you piece of shit softie ✉ [text]: where did that thing come from (Collage/Coffee shop!AU Snafu has found the kitten Burgin is hiding in their dorm, and he's judging you)
Burgin’s phone buzzed on the table in front of him. He quickly jerked it to him and looked around the library, nobody seemed to have noticed. He looked at the screen and pulled a face. "He’s only temporary. It’s Wednesday, didn’t think you’d be conscious today" he typed and hit send.
[text: I’m not scared of cats you’re such a piece of shit and you’re not helping, I’m gonna call Flo, fuck you]
[text: Why the fucking fuck isn’t your god damned fucking girlfriend answering her fucking phone]
[text: It’s meowing all over the place, for fucks sake Burgie I swear it’s like that shit in Jurassic Park kitchen scene with the kids and the raptors]
[text: 1) "Flo" is gonna be on my side and you know it, prick] [text: 2) She is n o t my girlfriend, prick] [text: 3) It's a cat Snaf. And a little one at that. Juuuust a little kitty cat. I'll even let you show it off and maybe for once u can score for once u kno seem human] [text: i forgot to say you're a prick in that last one] [text: you're a prick]
Everyone was hesitant. They bore their shock freely and could not even if they tried to that they were mentally suffering. The surmounting of the terrors they’d experiences was still in full effect which made some incapable of moving a muscle. Recollecting their close calls and the loss of people they once called ‘friends’. They all were coated in a thick layer of mud and blood, and smelled rancid. She wouldn’t say anything. Nothing needed to be said. They knew they were in rough shape, not just physically either. The strain their minds had persevered through was clearly visible. By the way they held themselves, walked, and even sat down; they were all in a constant state of strain.
Finally, some men had come up to Elizabeth, either by their own admission or by someone else who thought they were in need of assistance. As one spoke about his buddy being a shaken up replacement, she took placed her hand atop the ‘wounded’ mans shoulder and nodded. It had only taken a few moments for Nancy to take the reigns and direct the man to a comfortable spot and after she did, Elizabeth looked at the man who had brought him with an analytical gaze.
❝You look like you need some help yourself, soldier.❞ She half-expected him to disagree with her and quickly get back to his unit, but before he could she had an idea. Quickly, she rummaged through her personal pack and took out a bar of chocolate and some gum. ❝Here. I’m not one for sweets so you can have these.❞
Burgin nodded in approval to those who eventually got up and approached the nurses. He wanted to make sure the soldiers knew that this treatment that was offered right here, this luxury, wasn't customary. The last thing Burgin wanted was for the boys to move on to the next island in the same state as they left this one. He knew what he was like after his first island, and it wasn't a pretty sight. Cape Gloucester was a living hell; except it rained too damn much. This place was different; the boys were drying up from the inside and out, and Burgin couldn't make water out of sand. But right now they had nurses, and next to water the first thing he wanted was for someone who knew their trait to look the soldiers over, At the moment the nurse in front of him spoke of his own condition he shot at quick look at his bad leg and felt the same decisiveness as the rest of his unit. He didn't want to take up anybody's time with something trivial as a mere flesh-wound.
He opened his mouth to politely ask her to perhaps aid others first, but closed it again when the woman turned around unexpectedly. He made a slightly confused sound and raised his eyebrows when she turned back with sweets in both hands. He hadn't seen any of those in quite some weeks now; damn, he was pretty sure he still had the old charms package in his ACU pockets somewhere.
"'Dunno if Skipper will let us eat those before supper, m'am. Wouldn't wanna spoil the appetite" Burgin smiled politely and held up an old K-ration from his side pack. He always did try to keep on to a certain degree of humour, it made things easier to cope with. He shot a glance back to his unit and then back at the nurse. She sure didn't look like the type who would just let him shuffle away on his limp leg for no good reason, and he was guessing his raggedy-ass-marine-complex wasn't a good enough reason. Burgin decided that he should at least attempt to follow his own advice, and accept the help he was offered. He accepted the sweets with a thankful smile and a polite nod. She was in fact the specialist here. She knew who needed help and who didn't, and was not his place to tell her no.
"-- I suppose you're right, ma'am."
Amen.
(21 June 1945). A Marine rifleman signals his companion to hold his fire as a Japanese soldier emerges from a cave on Okinawa.
(Babe Heffron's mun here...) I can't reply to your post on the ooc blog for some reason but yeah an apocalypse au sounds awesome!!! I've never played the game before but it looks super cool (:
Omg, yesss I'm so glad that you think so! I just love apocalyptic and dystopian stuff and I'm just reeeally excited over this AU :)
✉ [text]: Burgie you piece of shit softie ✉ [text]: where did that thing come from (Collage/Coffee shop!AU Snafu has found the kitten Burgin is hiding in their dorm, and he's judging you)
Burgin’s phone buzzed on the table in front of him. He quickly jerked it to him and looked around the library, nobody seemed to have noticed. He looked at the screen and pulled a face. "He’s only temporary. It’s Wednesday, didn’t think you’d be conscious today" he typed and hit send.
Burgin rolled his eyes and scoffed. “You are a giant fucking baby it’s just a kitten” he typed, cautiously scouting for the librarian and trying to keep the cellphone discretely tucked between himself and the table. “It was tiny and alone and I already sent a picture of it to Florence” he admitted.
[Text: I knew Florence was in on this. It was prob alone for a reason Burgie. Like it killed someone or somethin] Snafu was keeping a close eye on the tiny kitten currently walking on wobbly legs over the floor towards the chair next to him. He quickly grabbed one of the pillows from the sofa and threw it on the chair which earned a confused glare from the tiny ball of fur. “Seat’s taken”
[Text: and why the fuck did you think putting it in our fucking dorm was a good idea!?]
[Text: Overreacting Snaf. Don't be such a drama queen] Burgin couldn't help but to give in to quiet snickering, trying to keep it low. It didn't work much considering a librarian shot him some nasty deadly looks as his laughter grew stronger. He coughed slightly and gathered his things and headed for the exit of the library.
[Text: Firstly, it's a kitten it hasn't killed anything. Secondly, Florence thought it was adorable so it's adorable shut it. Lastly, it is a great idea. Maybe you'll learn not to be scared of cats] Burgin hit sent with a satisfied smirk, he knew how much Shelton hated it when he brought up his totally irrational fear of animals.
dayumn son, ur new navigation page is HELLA.
[Yiggity yo, thanks for noticing]
[ooc] "This is Three Dog AROOO and you're listening to Galaxy News Radio! Bringing you the truth, no matter how bad it hurts." no but truthsies, I love Fallout 3 and New Vegas. fallout ftw!
/faints/ Fallout 3 is probably one of my absolutely favourite games! I was hoping someone in this group was a Fallout fan besides me and Snafu's mun! I guess that maaybe you'd be interested in being in the AU?
[*throws self into your askbox with full Fallout gear on*] DID SOMEONE SAY DYSTOPIAN!AU????
AH YES, YOU BET. LETS KICK SOME RADIOACTIVE BUTT!
[/do her best Ron Perlman impersonation] war. war never changes.
I don't want to set the wooorld on fiiiree~ I just want to staart a flaame in your heart [the Ink Spots intensifies]
“I don’t want to look into your eyes someday…and see no spark, no love, no…no life. That would break my heart.”
"A jap sniper. That’s how I’m gonna go. I’m sure of it" Snaf slurred, his drawl became all the more undecipherable when under the influence. "If it’s anythin’ else, I’ll demand a fuckin’ start-over."
“Hell Snafu, we both know neither of us gonna be that lucky” Burgin snorted and half snickered at the increase of drawl in Shelton’s voice. “I bet’ya we’re both gonna kick it in one of those bozai attacks. Some sneaky fuck’s gonna jump right at us when we’re not expecting it” he said as his head fell back against the wall of their foxhole, finding a comfortable enough position to rest his strained neck. “Or we might get a nice showering of them mortars. That would be ironic enough, the mortar squad gettin it from mortars” he looked straight up and lulled the bottle gingerly in his hand. “But we sure as hell ain’t gonna be as lucky as gettin no sniper” he puffed and tapped the bottle neck.
"ey, don’t go shittin’ on my dreams or I’ll shit on you" he warned but the words lacked even the mock anger that he’d usually but into his grumbled threats. "When we least expect it huh?" he drawled and looked at Burgin with raised eyebrows. "you mean like right about now?" he chuckled and leaned his head as far back as he could, earning a crack from some dry stiff part of his neck. "Yea one’a those jap fuckers gonna jump us right now, bayonet the shit outta us ‘nd then the bastards to our right can clean it up. Sounds almost as good as a sniper"
"Just sayin Snaf, we used up all our luck when we go so lucky as to be sent to this tropical paradise. We've gone done all dried up oughta luck, no sniper for the two of us" Burgin's southern lack of articulation started make itself known, being prompted by alcohol and just lack of giving jack shit.
"Yea, riiight about now would be nice. So wound up on rice wine we wouldn't even feel it" Burgin almost snickered and nudged the bottle on to Snafu, urging him to have some. It was a regular thing, this conversation. Usually it started off with one soldier having serious doubts considering survival, or showing any sign of fear of what's coming for them who brought up the subject of dying. Then for about a split second the soldiers usually gave the thought some serious contemplation. "What would happen to me if I died here" and "Would they bury me here or send me home?" but sooner or later they all came to the conclusion that it didn't even matter, they where expendable and their families would live to forget about them. They had a job to do, and being scared wasn't a part of it. So it ended up in a hustle of jokes and clever remarks instead, a quick escape of a far to evident truth. They'd all probably die and nobody was all that bothered to give a shit anymore.
"Well you know, at least we can get drunk as skunks, right?" Burgin smirked and ran a hand through his matted hair.
Day 8 - Scene That Makes You Sad - Andrew “Ack-Ack” Haldane’s death
“Capt. Andy Haldane wasn’t an idol. He was human.”
After wading through the water and walking onto the shore, Elizabeth, along with a few other nurses, who consisted of replacements more than veterans from the European theater, she came upon a scene quite like Normandy. Hustle and bustle, men everywhere, organized chaos, gargantuan sized transports, and eyes brimming with wonder and surprise as they looked upon the nurses. The scene was almost exactly like Normandy, minus the scent of tropical plants and humidity. Turning to her superior officer who was in the middle of telling some of the women to look alive and focus on the tasks at hand, such as getting the medical station up and running. She locked eyes with him and spoke ever so frankly.
❝Sir, if I may. I request to go out and do the rounds. Some of these men might need immediate care.❞ It only took the man a few seconds to agree and give her an extra pack along with two extra hands who belonged to a Tunisia veteran. Setting off and conversing with the woman she found out that she was from Michigan, didn’t like the eyes of many of the men on the two of them, and who was better with working on a patient than talking to one. ❝Well, don’t worry. I can do all the talking if you like. I’m fairly good at it.❞ And with that they walked side by side and up to a company of men who looked like they had gone through the ringer. Holding her head high, Elizabeth inquired the crowd: ❝If any of you need our medical help, could you step forward…❞ No one made a peep or even moved an inch which made Elizabeth a tad bit flummoxed.
❝Or you could just stay put and i’ll get Nancy here to strip you down to your skivvies.❞ The girls eyes widened as she looked at Elizabeth. Apparently, that wasn’t something she found at all appealing. ❝What will it be fellas?❞
Burgin tipped off his helmet onto his hands and exhaled a breath he had held short for approximately three days. It had not been Burgin's first invasion, he knew his way about coastlines and beaches by now.
"How you feelin' there, Henderson?" he asked the soldier who sat resting his head in his hands next to Burgin, dehydration making itself excruciatingly known by his ragged voice. The soldier didn't make any effort to respond, but only seemed to sink deeper into his cupped palms. Burgin sighed slightly and looked away; this was happening to often. Kids ended up here in the mists of Japanese firepower on islands of nothing but dust and sand, and they couldn't take it. Many of these boys didn't die as victims of any bullets, but victims only to their own minds. Burgin had already chosen that he'd take a bullet any day if it saved him his own head.
At first Burgin hadn't been paying enough attention to notice the woman speaking. The sound of her voice drowned out in the deafening background noise of vehicles rumbling back and forth over the coast. The second time she spoke however, caught his attention more successfully. Burgin knew that none of these soldiers would move on their own command. Most of them seemed to avoid even sparing the pair of nurses a passing glance. Burgin gave a sigh and forced his feet to carry his weight as he pushed himself off the ground. "c'mere Henderson, you ain't gonna get no other chance" he scoffed as he pulled the boy with him towards the nurses.
Burgin himself had a limp foot after taking a direct hit right through the calf, but he could walk well enough though. However the same couldn't be said for Henderson. He had gotten quite peppered up out on the beach when he had collapsed barley two feet down the coast, taking more than one direct hit but nothing life threatening. Burgin had snatched him up and dragged Henderson across the beach to the other side, all while cursing him loudly for being an clumsy ass.
Burgin shot a look behind him, seeing some of the men approach the nurses called for some relief, they needed the aid whether they wanted it or not. "They're pretty shaken up, most of'em are replacements" Burgin mumbled, holding up Henderson by his arm. "– He could use some aid" he drawled and nudged Henderson closer.
I was going to get to all the replies that I owe tomorrow, but turns out I'm heading over to Denmark tomorrow. Super sorry, I'll get to them first thing when I get home!
