oh, kathy ! harder !

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[niinelives]

all these pacific rp blogs im cry come 2 me pls let me love u

[niinelives]

my last post was 3 years ago and that’s kinda crazy ???

[yellow-jaundice]

"Aye, Snafu, let me getta' piece'a that." [he's jealous of your chocolate.]

Did you grow’up inna barn or summthin’? Gotta say the magic word, Leyden. 

[niinelives]

[/gives a mock snicker.] “You gotta’ be fuckin’ jokin’—”

"Can I please, getta’ piece?”

[jay-de-leau-deactivated20140315]

The next day K company and the rest of their division started to load onto their ship. As they marched towards the sea they passed rows of young, rested looking men coming in to take their position. Jay silently watched them pass. The contrast between the guys coming in and themselves were notable, Jay and the other guys walked slow and tired, dirty faced, wounded, and with muddied canvas jackets hanging off their slouched shoulders as they marched forward. Jay noticed the replacements’ gaze fix on Bill’s bandaged head, obviously anxious for what was to come. 

Jay was just glad to be heading back to Pavuvu. To the stench of rotting coconuts, the crude jabber of bored marines and the constant bother of land crabs and vermin alike. It was almost as good as being home.

He stayed by Bill for most of the voyage. He couldn’t help it. Ever since that bullet grazed him that last night, he felt the need to stay closer. Bill didn’t seem to mind, maybe he didn’t notice.

To tell the truth, Jay enjoyed being around Bill. He wasn’t too sure about him at first, when he arrived with Sledge and Oswalt. He was going to be another one of those replacements that thinks he’s hot stuff until he gets into combat and freezes, Jay had thought. Despite the man’s cocky nature, he proved Jay dead wrong. Bill adjusted quickly with the rest of the gang and proved himself to be one of, if not the strongest man among them. Just a rifleman, perhaps, but a damn good one. It wasn’t long before he earned Jay’s respect, and maybe a bit more.

Jay leaned against the rail of the ship beside Bill, looking out on the horizon where Pavuvu rose in the distance. The sun was starting to set behind them and most of the men had already gone bellow deck to smoke and play cards in their billets. It was quieter on deck this time of day, it almost made Jay feel uneasy sharing this kind of silence with Bill. A comfortable silence, one without the anxious wait for an enemy attack or the weight of rain and loneliness, depression. It almost seemed too intimate.

"Well, there it is." Jay broke the silence, immediately regretting it.    

[niinelives]

         Although Bill could be oblivious sometimes, now was not one of those times and he had taken note of how Jay was staying more at his side and of course, he didn't mind it. The war had shooken Jay up quite a bit and it was obvious that it had--that night Bill nearly got killed he assumed only traumatized him more (it surely would've had it been Bill in his place) and Bill, he considered him to be a good friend, may or may not have harbored something for the marine a little beyond that of a friendship too but he wouldn't dare speak a thing about it. Bill assumed that he had felt the same way, about their friendship anyways and so to almost have lost him that night, well, he didn't blame Jay for being on edge and staying close to him (in fact, it made him feel good, put a small smile on his face)--shit, he'd be the same way, thankfully for him, he hasn't had to witness something like that happen to the other marine.

        And thankfully after that incident that night they didn't have to go right back out there, instead, they actually got to take a fucking breather, perfect timing, honestly. Arms had been folded resting upon the rail of the ship Bill just enjoying the silence since it wasn't something that often came. Pavuvu was seemingly growing larger as the ship neared and suddenly the silence was shattered by Jay's voice, head turning toward the other male with a tiny smirk on his lips (Bill never really smiled--it was always a smirk more or less). "Feels good to be back." Bill turned his head to look back out onto the waters, even with the pungent smell and annoyances of land crabs and whatever the hell else wandered around the place, here their worries were minimum.

         It doesn't take too long for the ship to reach the shores of the island, marines getting situated and gathering up their stuff before disembarking accordingly. Bill trudged his way alongside Jay up the sandy beach and toward their little set up of tents and whatnot eager to get settled in and unwind a little, enjoy what time they had here on Pavuvu because it probably wasn't going to last too long before they were thrown back out onto the battlefield.

        Coming up on their tent Bill slipped inside and dropped his things on his cot, backside planting itself on it shortly after, all he wanted to do was strip himself of his grime covered uniform which he did, or part of it anyways, making quick work of both his jacket and boots, toes curling and uncurling as he flexed his feet, taking in the pleasant feeling of them being freed from the confines of his boots. Bill let out a sigh and rubbed his hands along his face, elbows propped against his thighs, his gaze wandering over watching as the other's got themself settled in. Bill just wanted to go hop in the fuckin ocean and get all this caked on flith off of him and get into fresh clothes but he'd have to stick it out until morning rolled around.

[jay-de-leau-deactivated20140315]

Jay stood up from the cot and made his way around to stand next to where his friend laid back on the thin pillow, exhaling his smoke above himself.  "Well, they shot at us, we shot at them. The usual," He took a long breath from his cigarette and let the smoke flow from his mouth slowly, pretending that his hands weren’t shaking the least. "Then that bullet got you so I called for a corpsman and kept shooting." I didn’t even get a chance to check if you were alive… ”They took awhile to come get you, us being at the front and under heavy fire and all, I guess I can forgive them.” Jay stopped there and let the words sink in, but then smiled fondly towards his feet, “it’s like your made of stone, Bill, they should model tanks after you or something, we could’ve been home by Christmas.”  

[niinelives]

        His gaze followed the other marine as he stood to his feet and made his way round to stand next to his cot, another pull from his cigarette and it was nearly finished as he listened to Jay talk. Bill took note of the smile that splayed itself across his features, smiling inwardly, it was something Leyden couldn't get enough of and wish he saw more often but given their predicament--there wasn't much to be smiling about, so how could he blame him. When Jay exclaimed that it was like he was made of stone and that tanks should be modeled after him he couldn't help but allow a grin to break out across his face and a faint snicker to articulate. "You'd think so, huh?" Shit, you would think so considering everything he's endured and even with everything that he has gone through he doesn't let it hinder him, he still wants to get right back out there on the battlefield. Bill takes his final puff of his cigarette before disposing of the remains when the two of them learn that they will be shipped back to Pavuvu and damn if that wasn't good news and he's looking back at Jay with a smirk tugging at his lips. Pavuvu was pretty much their fucking paradise, a place to rest your head that wasn't composed of dirt and rocky terrain, you could bathe and just fucking relax a little.

[hawkmans]

[buckybarnesss]

[niinelives]

 pfc. bill leyden for bill-leyden

"you got nine lives bill leyden."

[hawkmans]

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[jay-de-leau-deactivated20140315]

Jay sat at the bottom edge of a cot under the tent that was the aid station. Behind him, sleeping soundly, was Bill.  It was the early afternoon now and the fighting had ceased. The marines had been able to hold the line and the company was relieved from it’s position at the front. Though the night was considered a success, it didn’t end without a few causalities. 3 KIA and 5 more prepared to be shipped back to a hospital. Bill wasn’t one of them. The bullet had just grazed the man’s forehead, but Jay didn’t know that as he saw his friend fall limp beside him, bleeding from the side of his head. He remember the shock, the fear, and the anger from that moment. He couldn’t lose him, he had thought, he couldn’t stand to lose him. Bill shifted behind him, interrupting Jay’s thoughts. He smiled to himself, that sonuvabitch is going to be just fine. The injured man lifted himself up on his elbows and squeezed his eyes shut, "Aw, fuck," He lowered himself back on the cot again,"What happened?" "Morning, sunshine," Jay said, a hint of playfulness in his voice, "Bullet just got the side of your head, knocked you out." you almost died. Jay kept that thought to himself. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and held one out to Bill, “smoke?” Bill brought a hand up to feel the bandage that was wrapped tightly around his head and squinted his eyes open against the light. "Yeah," he took the cigarette and placed it between his lips while Jay pulled out a lighter for them. 

[niinelives]

        Blue eyes blinked open in an owlish fashion as Bill finally came round, greeted with an immense throbbing pain in his head and utter bemusement by the fact that he had awoken in the aid station. The marine tried to sit it up but it only intensified the pain and he found himself instantly settling back down into his prior position. "Jesus christ.." He muttered, letting out a heavy exhale, Jay's 'sunshine' comment however, making him crack a tiny smirk which was soon followed by a wince of pain. The light on his eyes only made it all the worse and he closed them before they squinted open again trying to adjust to it. Once Jay was done with the lighter he took it from his grasp and lit up his own cigarette taking a long drag, holding in the smoke a couple of moments before releasing it skyward through his mouth. It was mildly amusing to the marine how he was worried about Jay making it through the night unscathed and here he was, laying up in the aid station with a damn bullet graze to his head--it made him snicker slightly, taking another pull from the cigarette. "Glad you're alright." Bill's gaze drifted over to the brunette. He wondered what had went through Jay's mind lastnight--after him getting wounded. Leyden knew that if he were in Jay's position, well--he didn't know quite how he would feel honestly, devastated surely but--hell, he didn't want to think about it. "So what happened lastnight, huh?" He questioned, puffing away at the end of his smoke.

[nothin--left]

             How can I sleep

                 if I don’t have d r e a m s

            I just have

               [ ｎｉｇｈｔｍａｒｅｓ ]

[catscatscatssadhjdkcj-blog]

           How much can you take 

                     before you 

                                  { S N A P }

[niinelives]

You give me so many Blithe feels. Holy shit.

[niinelives]

[ behind the soldier. ] Anyone want to roleplay? Drop me an ask and we can discuss something or feel free to make a random starter and tag me in it; pfcleyden. I am fucking bored and need more people to follow/interact with.

[jay-de-leau-deactivated20140315]

Jay lurched forward at the sound of the falling rounds and lied flat on his stomach, looking over the lip of their foxhole with his rifle held up and ready to fire. The gravity of it all brought him back to earth, as it had so many times before. Eyes wide, he watched the mortars fall in the land separating their unit from the enemy-occupied hills, each explosion brighter and louder than the last as they steadily came closer. Bill lied beside him, mirroring Jay's position and looking out across the line. Is was hard to tell that the man next to him hadn't seen as much combat as someone like Jay. He was calm and ready for the attack, which brought just that little bit of comfort to Jay that they both might make it through the night unharmed. Around them Jay could hear the other marines getting their weapons ready as explosions fell around them. He heard screams as white flashed behind him, the earth's rumbling almost drowning them out. Don't dwell on it he told himself, don't dwell on any of it. The last round fell and Jay could practically smell the enemy's approach. Another flare went off, probably theirs, and shun a moment of blue-white light on what seemed to be over 200 japs. Their machine guns opened fire and Jay took aim.

[niinelives]

        With each mortar round that impacted the ground a screen of smoke would materialize as well as sending bits of debris flying every which way causing Leyden to wince in response but aside from that his position didn't falter in the slightest, he remained sprawled out flat on his stomach with his rifle situated accordingly, gaze fixated intently out across the line waiting for the enemy. It wasn't exactly wise to let his mind wander in the midst of an attack, his attention needing to be wholly trained on the task at hand but Bill did hope that Jay would make it through this alright and wouldn't completely break. Another flare is suddenly sent up and it's revealing at least a couple hundred bodies, his grip on his rifle tightens and as soon as they open fire Bill too, begins emptying his clip picking off one Jap after another--body after body falling limp to the ground and shit--he's got to reload. He does so as quickly as he can before he's taking aim once again, popping off a couple more Japs before he's suddenly hit and all movement ceases from the marine making it seem as if though he'd been killed, however, it isn't as bad as it appears, a bullet grazing the side of his head just inches above his ear has him passed out, it's a nasty wound one that leaves him with a bad concussion but it isn't fatal.

[niinelives]

[ behind the soldier. ] Maaan--I really want to play some Battlefield 3 but the eye on the xbox needs to be replaced. Josh needs to hurry up and come over and fix this shit. >8[

[niinelives]

Have my babies?

Brow furrows as bemusement contorts facial features--a sudden and completely unexpected proposal rendering the marine speechless other than a, "--What the fuck?"