Pandle and Papers 1x1

[PapaRoachFan]

|•| Lance Corporal Parker |•|
[Cheyanne Blaze Parker]

Captain Richards nodded slowly, hating the fact that there were very few men left in his company. "I'm sorry for your loses," he said, before hearing the rest of what the Lt Colonel was saying. "My men are low on provisions and morale," he added grimly, knowing how his men didn't want to continue with the mission but since they took their oaths seriously, they would complete the mission even if it meant death. "Just a few minutes ago. Lost one of our two female soldiers," he said, knowing how Lance Corporal Parker had watched as her friend died in her arms.

Cheyanne heard footsteps fastly approach, looking up to see the Lt Colonel. She tried to keep the pressure on her comrade's arms. Her eyes trailed up to the Lt Colonel and noticed the different physique of him rather than the men she was used to in her own company. He didn't appear to be of the military build but she remembered she wasn't of the military physique either. "I don't believe so, Sir," she said quickly, wanting to check her pockets but not relieve any pressure from the tourniquet. "Lance Corporal Cheyanne Parker, Sir," she said, looking up at the Lt Colonel. "I do not know. My head hurts but I do not believe I have any fatal wounds," she continued quickly, looking back down at the wounded soldier. She slowly removed one hand from the tourniquet to check her pockets for a lighter, finding a small one. She removed it from her pocket and presented it to the Lt Colonel. "Here, Sir," she said, returning her hand to the tourniquet.

Private Harris looked towards the Lt Colonel and his eyes widened a little when the man asked for a lighter. "Wh-what?" He asked, his voice quiet and weak as he lay in the hands of Death as the possibility of death looked overhead.

|~| Thanks but mine are shorter and less detailed than yours are. |~|

[Pandle]

Lieutenant-Colonel Williams
[Gregory Hammish Scott Williams ]

"You stay here, hear me? I need someone to guard my house, can you do that? Do it for me?" Her head nodded but her eyes pleaded otherwise, her chin wobbling with tears, her cheeks moist with misery.
"I'll come back," he held her hands against his face, planting kisses upon her slender digits, wishing against all things that his words could come true. "I promise."
"When? When will you come back?" She's just four years old, he nineteen, the bond between them strong enough to last eternity.
"When the monsters are gone."

When the monsters are gone. What if they never go? What if he can never return to his little Mabel?
She would be thirteen now. Her life spent alone, in isolation, in hiding. All because the monsters of men have shown themselves at last. How could he hope to return to her? When the monsters are gone. Ha! Ha ha! He could not destroy man kind. He could try, he could beg for aid and seek revenge for the lives stolen prematurely but he could never make all the monster leave.
"Thank you Cheyanne," he holds her gaze but he does not see her, he looks at the memory of Mabel, he images seeing her as she would be now. Tall, for they have always been tall, and slender, perhaps without any real shape at all, and long plaited hair as she used to wear it, down to the small of her back. Her bright gleaming eyes emeralds in a sea of colourless shapes.
He blinks away the wishes of his mind and drops his own eyes to the wounded man. He is near to death, his skin shinning with a sheen of sweat, his pulse dropping, his face draining of colour.
"Heat the blade for me," without looking at the female he instructs her, "until the metal is red. Private Harris I want you to think of home, do you have a wife? A lover? A child? Remember your home, hold onto the thought of it man, I'll be damned if you should die. Think of it Private! Remember your home!" Taking from his pack a small first aid kit he hurried to find something thick and insoluble. He found it in the way of a small paper pamphlet. It would have to make do.
Easing the Private's jaws open he put the paper into his mouth.
"Bite the paper, not your tongue. Is the knife ready?" He looked to Cheyanne for an answer for once the knife was red with heat he would take it to the flesh of the wound and press it against the skin, it would seal the wound shut, stopping both bleeding and infections from entering. It was a start to saving the man's life.

{{That shouldn't make you feel yours are worse, everyone has a different writing style, mine changes slightly from roleplay to roleplay but the people I write with help me develop and have fun. You might find you learn new words and grow in your writing ability, you might find a way to write that really suits you; as long as you're having fun then it shouldn't matter! Besides which, I like your posts =p

[PapaRoachFan]

|•| Lance Corporal Parker |•|
[Cheyanne Blaze Parker]

Private Harris looked between the two people above him. "No Sir. I do not have children or a wife. Though I hope to, Sir," he said, his voice loosing volume with the slow loss of his pulse. He tried to do as the Lt Colonel instructed though it became hard as his vision blurred and the feeling in his body slowly left him. Then there was a thick piece of paper-ish stuff in his mouth, the Lt Colonel having no problem easing it into his mouth due to his lack of strength. He nodded weakly to the man's question.

Cheyanne nodded, looking up and, once again, their gazes met though she held it for a second. Then his eyes trail down the Harris. Her eyes then looked down at her dying friend which caused her eyes to threaten her with tears though she tried to hold then back. She then held the blade in her right hand and the lighter in her left, being instructed to heat the blade. She did so as quickly as possible, heating about two inches of the blade until it was searing hot. The sound of the Lt Colonel's voice made her jump as he went from asking questions to barking commands, making her hands fumble a bit and drop the knife on her thigh just above her knee. She but her lip as she quickly picked the knife up again.

Once this happened, she felt so stupid and as if Lt Colonel Williams would find her to be ignorant or unfit for the military as most of the guys did when she first enlisted. When she heard the man's voice again, she nodded. Carefully handing him the blade, hilt towards him. When he had the blade, she moved slowly to sit at Private Harris' head so that she could hold his shoulder still while his skin was seared shut. "Go ahead," she said, looking away since the scene would probably bring about a lurching stomach and a green tinted face.

|~| I am trying to be more descriptive to give my posts something 'extra', I guess. And I've found that I am able to write a bit more with this rp than some of the other ones I'm involved in because you give me a bunch to read and then to think of which helps. c: I'm having fun so far and hope to have a lot more. Thanks. I like your posts too. c: |~|

[Pandle]

[Don't worry i've not forgotten you. Multitasking, will post tonight for you.]

[PapaRoachFan]

|~| Okay. I'm sorry if I get to be a bother with bumping topics. If I get to be annoying with it, just let me know and I'll stop. I don't have school tomorrow so I'll be on as long as I can stay up. |~|

[Pandle]

[No, no it's good, i don't mind being bumped and reminded, I need it sometimes =p
And that's great. I may have tomorrow off; due to snow buses aren't coming up my way any-more, if they continue to not run tomorrow I'll be on for a fair time too.]

[PapaRoachFan]

|~| Okay c: Alrighty. Cool. May I ask which time zone/area you are in? |~|

[Pandle]

Lieutenant-Colonel Williams
[Gregory Hammish Scott Williams ]

He would have enjoyed a wife. Someone to understand his silences, to embrace his stiff limbs and return the human trait of kindness, somebody to accept him. Love was something he couldn't bring himself to comprehend, it existed, he loved Mabel and she him, that he never doubted, but between strangers? No. Gregory was not persuaded such a thing had survived the war. Freedom had gone too far. It was one thing to think freely, another to speak it, but this? Freedom was knowing when to stop and be bound. This was beyond all definitions of such imagining. Of his true feelings Gregory said nothing, instead his face contorted, his lips struggling into a vague smile whilst the sadness of his heart and eyes wept for the man, for Cheyanne, for Mabel.

"You hold onto that thought then man." Taking the blade from Cheyanne's outstretched hand he noted the singed material of her trousers and the burn that would, undoubtedly, lay beneath, and of her distress as she shuffled her gaze away. Once more he maid no remark to this; it was not his business what her emotions did whilst he saved the man's life. Taking the steel quickly to the flesh he held it against the jerking limb, careful to press it tightly on its flat to avoid cutting the man further, observing distantly as the skin folded over the bullet wound and closed, the pale, thin layer pink and raw.
"No touching. I'll have my Doctor come over, he may have something to ease your pain." He wouldn't. They'd run out weeks ago but neither Gregory nor Rodgers had informed the battalion of this; sometimes the best aid was the mental desire to believe. Still kneeling he leant forward, his hand closing on Cheyanne's wrist.
"Please, will you come with me?" Signalling for Rodger's to hurry over Greg rose to his feet once more, surveying the troops gathered closely together. "How do they treat you Lance Corporel? The men, I mean. I want your personal opinion of them all, I want to know I can trust you."

{{GMT time, I don't mind you asking no.
That's good! Improving and developing is always hard but if you're having fun then it comes naturally, or at least with more ease. I'm sorry it's taken me a little while to reply and that it isn't much, i'm pushed for time.

[PapaRoachFan]

|•| Lance Corporal Parker |•|
[Cheyanne Blaze Parker]

Private Harris was slowly losing consciousness until the searing metal touched his skin. His scream wasn't much more than silent yell, his whole being becoming weak. Then his body lay still when the blade had been removed from his skin. His eyes closed a bit and he layed there quietly.

Cheyanne heard what her friend said about having a girl. With that, she began to think of being the only female in the company and most of her battalion back home. That should be interesting... she thought before hearing her friend's quiet scream. Then the burning feeling of where she burnt her leg began to bother her so he tightened her fists slightly. Once the blade was off the Nan's flesh, she gently brushed the hair from her friend's sweaty forehead. "Be safe," she said quietly, sitting back before Lt Colonel Williams took hold of her wrist which made her a little uneasy.

Her eyes met his briefly before she slowly rose. "Do I have much of a choice Sir?" she asked lightly, knowing that he was a much higher rank than she was and she would have to listen to him even though he was of a different Army. Then te two were walking and he was asking about her comrades and how they treated her. "Oh, well. They treat me pretty well. There was another female here but she was lost when we were ambushed," she began, taking a breath to steady her voice before continuing, "In the beginning it was difficult since I was the first female in this battalion before my friend had joined. After a bit of time, it felt like I was part of a family with all of them. Which was more than I'd ever been used to," she said, realizing she had began to delve into her family's past and quickly quieted. She then wondered why the Lt Colonel needed to trust her. "You need to know you can trust me?" she asked quietly, tilting her head slightly as she looked up to him though only able to see him through her left eye.

|~| I am in EST.
I'm glad that this is an rp that seriously interests me since you are good at describing and giving great posts. It's fine. I understand if you have stuff going on. |~|

[Pandle]

[Not sure when i'll have a reply for you, I need to do some hard core work for Kaylune as i've an upcoming deadline, weekend should be the latest before I post.]