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♔♔There's always been one man they could count on♔♔ Carwood Lipton, indie BoB roleplay blog

[wwechyna-deactivated20160421]

Honesty Hour! Ask my character any question (even in anon) and they will have to answer it honestly!

[luckyxfew]

Starter Challenge: 7th song in my playlist: I See Fire - Ed Sheeran

           "-- if this is to end in fire,          then we should all burn together." There comes a time when you make a decision, to either stand by your own or save yourself. In war sacrifices are made, soldiers are replaceable, disposable, men die and fresh meat comes to fill the empty space left behind. He could get out of this alive, he could sit at home years from now and repeat these words to help himself sleep at night. -- but he wont. He'll stay, not because he's particularly courageous or eager to sacrifice himself, but for the simple reason that if his brothers die, then so shall he. If the sky should fall upon his brothers then there's no place he'd rather be. 

[luckyxfew]

Here is a random stater challenge. Base a open starter off of your 7th song in your playlist. GO!

;; eep! Oh my gosh is it christmas already? Anons make my heart such a happy happy   place, I'll get started on this right away! 

[luckyxfew]

the younger man approaches the other shivering rubbing his arms in a feeble attempt to warm himself when he sees the lieutenant at the fire. "Sir." He slowly sits down resting near him. he tries not to show just how much the cold really bothers him. "Are you well?"

The coughing is getting worse, with every breathe he takes he can feel his lungs contracting - almost as if they were rejecting the air from his body. However, with every fit he got better at strangling it before it started. There wasn't anything to be done about a persistent cough anyway, bothering Roe about it was out of the question - that boy had enough on his hands as it was. He keeps close to the fires when he can, relishing in the moment of warmth flickering across his face. He strangles another fit of coughs in the crook of his elbow when he hears the crunch of snow signaling the other's approach. He lowers his arm and sends a stiff smile his way and shifts slightly to give him better access to the fire, he rolls his shoulders in a halfhearted shrug as he warms his hands in the warm glow of the flames.       "Well enough, how are you holding up?"

[justrpmemesandmusings]

Send '✿' for my muse to bring home a homeless puppy they've found

Send ‘✿ reverse’ for my muse’s reaction to yours doing it

[hawkbi-pierce]

VITALLY IMPORTANT QUESTION

Carwood Lipton: full-body blusher yes or no?

[luckyxfew]

"Sir. I just want you to know that..well. I look up to you."

there's a pause as the sergeant processes what's just been said before a timid smile curves his chapped lips. A part of him is puzzled - he's not much to look up to, he's just another soldier doing  his  job.  Still  he  keeps these thoughts to himself, and instead he gives the youngster an honest smile.    "Thank you, Wayne.     I'm glad you think      so highly of me"

[assbutt-trumpet]

[luckyxfew]

Would you ever consider relations with a man?

        " --- "

“ —-get back to your foxhole, boy “       it’s  not  news  that  some  of  the      soldiers  let  the  cold get to them,       lets  it  crawl  under their skin and      cloud their judgement. This leads      to  strange  questions  passed  in       hushed  voices  between holes in       the  frozen  ground, protected  by       the dark of midnight.              ” Get some shut eye,                 and keep quiet “

[luckyxfew]

How important is chemistry in a relationship to you?

" Well there isn't really a point to a relationship    if   there   isn't   anything   t h e r e,   right  ? "     there's  a  timid  curve  to  his  lips and he      does try to  give  an  honest  and  straight     forward answer, but it's quite the personal     question so he  can't  be  blamed  for  the     limited depth of his answer. 

[luckyxfew]

Have you ever considered having children in this world that's changing around you? could you really do that to them?

           "--children ? "   He   pauses   for  a  moment,    gives     the     notion    some    thought   before   settling  on    an answer, " Yes. Yes I have,   If there's a place for me back    home after this war, perhaps    I still will. Right now there's    not exactly time to ponder           such matters. "

[luckyxfew]

"Everybody here wanted something more."

               Everybody wanted something more

it makes sense that this war must have gotten in the way for the German soldiers just as much as it got in his, that their lives just as his got put on hold because the nation needed brave young souls to carry arms and march to war. Of course they had all wanted more, Hoobler must have wanted more than a bullet he fired himself lodged in his leg, Skip and Penkala both had plans for a world outside of that foxhole. In truth this whole war just carried a generation that deserved so much better then what they got. And it doesn’t take a great man to understand that it’s not limited to just the american army. A soft spoken boy in the company once said that under different circumstances, the ones we’re shooting at might have made good friends, and as much as it makes his stomach turn to think of it he feels a responsibility towards the men who have died at his bullets to not make them into anything less than human simply for his own peace of mind. His head moves slowly, there’s a constant fog whenever there isn’t adrenaline coursing trough his veins that seem to slow down time - he’s gotten quite used to it by now.                       ” — I guess so, I sure wouldn’t mind ”     

[luckyxfew]

( convincing   myself  to  open  photoshop   and get some new Lip icons done, u h g )

[stoicsmoker]

  There’s a heavy sigh that works it’s way past the Captain’s lips. A clear indication that whatever news he had recently received wasn’t good or at least not pleasing in his mind. Ron gave a light wave of his hand as if to dismiss the  Lieutenant’s apology before crossing the room towards his haversack that lay on the floor.  "Have a seat." Another wave of his hand in the direction of the bed as he kneels, rummaging through the sack. 

A moment later and Ron follows suit, plopping down  onto the bed with a bottle in his hand. His thumb traces over the label that’s been worn from the ride in his bag, staring at the faded French print as if trying to read it.  He’s only had a few drinks from it, seeing as he was saving it for a special occasion and yet, now seem to be just that. Speirs removes the cork before  taking a pull from the bottle and offering it to Lipton.

"You don’t have kids, do you Carwood?" He questions the soldier as his gaze falls to the floor. It’s not often that he chooses to use the Lieutenant’s first name but when he does, he’s sincere and honest. Something very few men have come to witness.

[luckyxfew]

Lipton's timid gaze follows the captain as he walks across the room and for a moment he wonders if he'd be able to just creep back out of the room without further disturbing the other, but something holds him there - tells him that he's needed and he should stay right where he is. The second after he makes up his mind on not making a break for it Speirs asks him to sit down, and Lipton allows himself a moment of pride in making the right call. Without a word he takes two silent steps and sits down, still carefully watching the other as he digs through a sack laying on the floor. He's confused even further when he spots the bottle that accompanies the captain to the bed and the worry that had nested into the pit of his stomach grew, he was truly not one to pry but if something was bothering the other he'd wish to at least give a shot at helping.

He's quiet for a moment after the question is uttered, but shakes his head and tries not to think too much as he's offered the bottle. " No, sir " he answers as he looks at the label, it's a rarity for anyone to call him by his first name - even more so any of the superior officers, it sets a rush in his blood and he's quick to take a sip from the bottle to have something to blame it on. He never really was one for alcohol, the dry bitterness always overstay its welcome. He stays quiet, knowing that if the Captain wants to share what's on his mind he will, all Lipton needs to do is listen. 

[luckyxfew]

"I’m dying to see how this one ends."

he watches as replacements fresh from the continent pours out of trucks. Their faces are so clean and uniforms untarnished that he can’t help but to wonder if the US Military even bothers to put them through training anymore. He hums at the other’s comment and pushes his helmet further back to get a clearer view,    “—it’ll be like all the others, let’s just try to keep them alive.” 

[walter-wayne-blog]

The young man had a tired look about him, dark bags were formed under his eyes. The stress on him showed and he remembered a time when he looked fresh and new to the front. “right. We’ll do what we can.” he took a sip of water from his canteen hoping to fight off a slight headache he had festering.  “That one doesn’t look a day over eighteen…” then again neither did he, even at his current age.

[luckyxfew]

Lipton knew about a handful of boys in the company that hadn't quite been the age they claimed to be when they signed up, so it was hardly surprising to see a bunch of teenage faces among the clean uniforms gathering together for comfort over at the trucks."He's probably a few days under." he commented as he watched Bull Randleman welcome the fresh faces, it had become an unspoken rule that it was Bull's job to do so, Lipton was just happy that he didn't have to. "At least we have enough people to clog up the holes in our line now." 

[luckyxfew]

⁇ [ bc comfort times ]

He had himself convinced that as long as he could walk in a straight line he couldn't be in severe need of sleep. The fault in that logic is of course that Lipton is a soldier and he's Carwood Lipton, even with German steel buried into the back of his skull he would walk in a straight line. Naturally this train of thought doesn't go into the argument he uses against himself as he pulls at a cigarette to keep the fog in his mind at bay. He keeps this up for another eleven hours, suddenly the sun is setting again and despite the fact that he promised Winters some time ago that he'd get some sleep he couldn't, not before he had everything under control. The trucks needed to be looked after, the food delivered and the cooks needed to be thanked for their patience, quarters assigned to all the men before nightfall so the company could get some shut eye. This was just the start of the list, but in all honesty he kept getting it mixed up - things had begun to bleed into one-another a few hours ago. He feels hungover, a nasty headache that goes from the tip of his head to the hollow of his back and he's very aware of how his eyes keep rapidly blinking every few minutes. He gives his head a shake to drag it out of the fog but it's not enough anymore, he's breaking apart at the seams and  it feels like his head is underwater, the only things clear in his mind at the moment are his duties. The trucks are loaded and ready for tomorrow, the cooks look tired and grateful but they follow him with worried glances - Lipton is thankful that hey don't say anything, he realizes he must look like death on legs. The men had their quarters assigned to them first thing a few hours ago, and Lipton is unaware of the fact that he's been standing still for almost ten minutes trying to remember the rest of his list.       "---I need to start writing it down.."

[luckyxfew]

"I’m dying to see how this one ends."

he watches as replacements fresh from the continent pours out of trucks. Their faces are so clean and uniforms untarnished that he can't help but to wonder if the US Military even bothers to put them through training anymore. He hums at the other's comment and pushes his helmet further back to get a clearer view,    "--it'll be like all the others, let's just try to keep them alive."