GODDAMN IT, SHIFTY!

DARRELL "SHIFTY" POWERS independent roleplay for shifty from hbo's band of brothers theme under construction.

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OH, THAT DOG JUST AIN’T GON’ HUNT!

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l don’t mean to interrupt you, sir. l just wanted to say goodbye. You know, you was…you was….well, it’s been a long time. [You got everything you need?] l gathered up my loot. Pistols, mainly. Paperwork’s all done. l even got my back pay in my pocket….Back home in Virginia…well, l just don’t rightly know how l’m gonna explain all this. You see, l…l seen…l seen…[You’re a hell of a fine soldier, Shifty. There’s nothing more to explain.] Thank you, sir.

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"Just try to guess the answer."

@flawedlouisesix word starters - accepting !!

“there’s a whole lotta fun guessing,” he regards with a tone that makes brow-arching audible. face angles skyward as his chin lifts , as if he’s looking up to the clouds & fishes through them for answers. so far , he’s found nothing. a meager attempt at thought ends in vain as his head turns upright again to look at her. 

“daisies?” 

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“ really? what did you dream about? ”

@carryabarricadesix word starters - accepting !!

grogginess feels like a veil draped around him that he slowly slinks off , lets it fall decadently in spite of his abrupt stirring from sleep. ( it was an interesting dream , frankly. ) his eye-lids are heavy , threatening to fall once more while he squints into the inky blackness. even without sight he can hear mutt’s location.  “oh ---” voice lower-pitched as his dry throat requires a few swallows & a throat-clear to speak easier, “ah ... i dreamt about pie,” a pause as his knees pull close enough to his chest to act as an arm-rest. 

“then ... pigs flyin’! now , you know somethin’ impossible’s happenin’ when pigs’re soarin’ in the air.” he smiles , though it isn’t visible, “makes me want some chocolate though... the pie i dreamt of was mama’s homemade chocolate pie. & it was’s good as i can recall.”

“matter of fact , it’s makin’ me want some.” 

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( six word starters ) “ this isn’t any of your business. ”

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words transpire but don’t soak in. they fall away from shifty’s barricaded compliance. it’s a line draws between considering , that , yes , shifty has no inclusion & should abide , to  NO WAY , NO HOW —- & the sharpshooter falls onto the latter. his persistency flares , acts as coal to feed the flames of adamance that illuminates his eyes. grants him a harder look that’s normally corroded with the softness of his usual gaze ( but this situation doesn’t read USUAL ). there’s a new found determination & he plants himself to the earth with no intention to leave. 

   “no , bryan —” a head-shake that doesn’t follow with a sheepishly-dipped face, “i believe it’s plenty of my business. he’s my friend & you oughta tell me.” 

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A US Marine sharpshooter carries his Remington 700 (known to the Marines as the M40) through a river. He’s also loaded down with both a full pack and a PRC-25 field radio.

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Dry, throat-parching heat made for miserable conditions, now that the wind remained non-existent & their stand still point provided no natural cover. The minor shade the Humvees offered provided no relief; heated by the engines their amount ( what little was covering them to begin with ) added to the roasting effects of the dessert. Their MOPP suits helping only in the matters of a gas attack; but mainly serving to entrap every ounce of heat & encase them in sweat, grim & full bodied athlete’s foot.

Spotting Powers situated at the outer edge of their convoy, Bryan snatched up a second water bottle from their Humvee’s stash; one for himself & one for the other. Uncertain if he’d taken part of the  water rations yet, & if so, more couldn’t hurt. Help more than anything in this retched heat.  Before stepping across the small expanse between him & the other soldier. 

- – [|✙|] – - 

Greeted by the uplift of Power’s head & a simple  ❛hi, doc❜, had the corpsman crouching down beside the sniper. Rifle easily cradled against his side, as his knees met the sand & he glanced at the other. The hand holding the spare water bottle outstretched, bouncing up then down in a  ❛take it❜ motion

❝Here.❞

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“thanks,” gratitude flashes in his smile as he reaches out to grab the bottle. somewhat warm , much heated compared to the running creeks that divide parts of the woods back at home , but water is water is water. he twists open the cap , peeks down in it as though something may reach out from the rim to grab at his face , then takes a few drinks. his chin tips up & his glare is against the sun. soon he closes the cap , lets out a sigh. “you know,” he begins , lowering his head once again as though the ground bore some magnetic pull for his focus , “my dad taught me how to use all your other senses if y’ can’t see. blinded , you could listen to the squirrels climbin’ up trees , feel the ground for deer runnin’ -- though i reckon it ain’t too possible with sand ‘n scorpions.” 

he sets his water bottle on the ground. sunlight rips through its transparent contents within the plastic container & shines a wavy hued light on the dry , tan sea. he doesn’t pay much mind to it , just finds himself meandering on what he thrives to do : hunting. ( & this isn’t the type of hunting he’d brand himself accustomed to , ever. )

bent knees straighten as he hoists himself back to an upright position , almost forgetting to pick up the water bottle as he did so. he tucks it beneath his arm & glances back at the rest of the teams. “they say when we’re leavin’?”

[barbcr]

“You SURE about that, Shift?”   Patience has all but DISAPPEARED since Bastogne, leaving him with far too little to go around. He was balancing on a tight rope & only time would determine if he FELL OFF or not. 

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corners of his mouth pinch together , taut.  boy , does he feel the weight of the hershey’s bar in his pocket grow heavier. “almost sure ---” he’s pinching his words with his teeth , clamping them down to invest thought in them before letting it leave his lips , “did .. you want the hershey’s bar?” a little frown as he asks , feeling it’s one of his last reminder of his mother’s homemade chocolate pie. chocolate is a commodity they rarely get to reap , but shifty isn’t selfish enough to keep joe away from it if he wanted it.

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six-word sentences.

“ frankly speaking, i wanna give up. ”

“ they love me cause i’m hot. ”  

“ just try to guess the answer. ”

“ everyone here knows you don’t care. ”

“ fine, do things your way. ”

“ i want to be in love. ”

“ no, i would rather make money. ”

“ shut up already, i’m not going. ”

“ because you said that, fuck you! ”

“ i hate you more than anything. ”

“ just sit down? let me explain? ”

“ can i be a little nasty? ”

“ there’s nothing wrong with being sexual. ”

“ i want you to like me. ”

“ don’t you dare lie to me. ”

“ i’m way too scared to fall. ”

“ terrified of my love for you? ”

“ we were both afraid, shut up. ”

“ it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really. ”

“ life’s too short to care anymore. ”

“ i dreamt about you last night. ”

“ really? what did you dream about? ”

“ i dreamt you chose me instead. ”

“ how did you become like this? ”

“ this isn’t any of your business. ”

“ i’m losing my mind, losing control. ”

“ you weren’t there! i needed you! ”

“ please don’t start with me, okay? ”

“ why do you always leave me? ”

“ this is all we have left. ”

“ i turned around. you were gone. ”

“ all i can think about is you. ”

“ wow, you look like shit today. ”

“ i called and you didn’t answer. ”

“ i wanna be a child forever. ”

“ today, my love is in mourning. ” 

“ your words felt like sharp knives. ”

“ say something nice or don’t speak. ”

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@eloiseclarke cont.

Eloise stood watching the men of the paratroop company, the 101st to be exact, doing what she thought to be grunt work. But, Sobel knew what he was doing, knew that this was all part of some grander scheme. It was just pathetic about how he went about it. Yet, he had been replaced, shipped off somewhere that nobody cared to ask.

Words came out of her mouth as she did a physical examination as a group, checking how hard and how long these men could jog in formation.

“Keep your five-pace interval…”

sweat seeps from pores , dampen backs & underarms , trickle down faces. the intensity plateaus , but it feels like any other day , if not , a little easier. their minds lack concerns of bearing full-gear as they jog or having spaghetti feel like bricks in their stomachs that feels like a lifetime ago ; it’s somewhat of a cakewalk. it’s when shifty fumbles during jogging after a careless slip ( which he quickly catches himself from ) that he’s brought attention to himself. his eyes flicker to the examiner , but then fix straight ahead once again.

there’s some utters of ‘you okay there, shifty’ with a few breathy laughs intermixing with pants as they all continue. miles up a hill & down , both day & night & even on most weekends , compared to that this examination is a mere test that each man of e company will pass with flying colors , as they all believed. 

& so they trudge on as if influenced by the great sobel’s voice once more who almost feels like a ghost of their pasts.

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dedication & alliance split these two apart. two men opposing one another due to who they set their allegiance to & surely each man fulfill their orders to the best of their ability ---- but different spirits once whole find themselves battered when limits can be reached. the gray line of abiding orders with morality exposes itself at such a state when shifty sees him , distances separating them but attentiveness acting like a magnifying glass that focuses solely on him.

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    A good five minutes of trying to guess what the other was doing went by before Babe finally broke the silence. “What the heck are ya tryin’ to accomplish there?” It was a logical question. He might be doing something important, he might not, the redhead was just a little curious.

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  “hm?” shifty lifts his head & he’s knocked out of his reverie after he absentmindedly tried fixing the divot implanted in his rifle’s barrel ( & the reason he’s gotten written up before ). “fixin’ my rifle. got written up once or twice ---” maybe more “--- with it in my barrel. though , i don’t suppose i’m too used to taking up a new rifle at this point.” his shoulders roll out a shrug that cannot be helped , & he drapes his rifle’s strap onto his shoulder, “makes my shots feel more off.

    are we heading out?” his eyes drag from babe over to some of the other men -- a little stupid question , but reasonable , he thinks.