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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: SinGenesis on October 07, 2014, 02:14:49 AM
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Caspar reported to the galley, saluting the Head Chef, as Caspar began awaiting his orders. "Petty Officer Thansan, you're here. Your duties are to wash the dishes. I want it done within the hour." The imposing Polar Bear said. He quickly got on with the dishes, some feeling beginning to return to his usually numb paws, which began to unpleasantly throb due to the sudden change from arctic air to hot water. He ignored the feeling and got on with the work, needing the extra money. After finishing that task, he went out onto the Deck for the remainder of his duties. It was as bitterly cold as always, but Caspar tried to grit his chattering teeth and get on with his work, which as of now was mopping the deck. He kept going, working as quickly as he could to try and warm himself up a little, he then saw someone walk over the area he just cleaned, he sighed and walked over to re-clean it, this seemed to take forever... The ship was rather large, and complex. He looked at the sky, he was met with a blanket of white snow and steel sky. Nothing was remotely colourful around here. He was not suited for these conditions, his ancestors lived in the plains of Africa, whose temperature figures were the same as here but on the positive side of the scale. He finished mopping the Deck after what seemed an eternity, and went down to the mess hall, accidentally bumping into a wolf/husky hybrid, he saw he was a first class petty officer, and Caspar immediately saluted him. "S-Sorry, sir!" He said, still cold.
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"At ease. No worries, I don't usually expect a salute when it is this cold out. And why are you all the way up here? You seem kinda out of place, with that fur and that accent of yours." Mark crosses his arms and leans against a railing waiting for a response. Mark had just came out of the inside of the ship, out for his morning walk.
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"I'm a White Lion, my great-grandparents emigrated from Africa, I was born in Brooklyn." Caspar said feeling a little warmer. "I'm here as one of the Deck hands to biuld up experience." Caspar replied, sitting down.
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"Well you got picked for a cold cruise then. I think I've seen you around here before. In the galley right?" Mark cupped his hands and blew into them, warning them up.
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"Yes, I work in the galley now and then for more money, although my official job here is the ship's only Deck Hand, sir." Caspar said as he got back to cleaning the Deck, coming insjde momentarily so he didn't get frostbite.
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Mark followed the younger officer inside. "Scared of a little frostbite are you?" Mark laughed, he understood that Thansan couldn't stay out in the cold weather.
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"Yes. I'd like to come home with all bits of me intact." He said, shivering.
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"Well I certainly appreciate that. If you ever have any spare time, come and visit the range." Mark walks back out the door and into the cold.
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"Y-Yes, sir!" Caspar said as he followed the wolf out, having more work to do on Deck.
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Mark finishes his walk and heads back towards the inside of the ship, to the indoor range. While walking back, he noticed Thansan still working on deck. He decided to stop and give him a piece of advice. "Don't lost those fingers of yours Thansan." Mark laughed at his own joke and continued on his way.
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"I'll try not to, sir." Caspar said, smiling a little as he began repainting parts of the hull that has been corroded by the salt and cold.
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Mark continued down towards the range. "Hey lee, how is it going?" Mark sat down in a chair and began to disassemble a desert eagle to clean it.
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"Mnh." He grunts, doing maintenance on a standard issue m16 "been better."
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Caspar entered the Range about 5 minutes after they started cleaning their guns. "Hello..." He said, somewhat shyly.
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"Hey." Lee goes, finishing up his maintenance "cold for you too, eh?"
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Mark looks at Thansan and Lee. "Smhh you two are so out of place up here. Glad you could get down here Thansan."
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"Heh..."lee goes "you've got that right, thurton. Cold as balls out there."
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"Tell me about it."
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He rolls his eyes "well, I'm glad I don't have to spend much time outside, eh?"
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Mark finishes cleaning the desert eagle and looks over to caspar. "So thanson, whats your first name anyways?"
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"Caspar." He said, examining his own Wolf 359.
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Khaki quickly enters the room and approaches the others, his numb hands gripping his Mossberg 500, "Bloody hell, it's freezing out there..."
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"Glad I spend most of my time in here!" He says, before squeezing off a few rounds from his FAR-15
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"Lucky you" Khaki grumbles, quietly thinking of shooting the 8 shells in the shotgun just to warm his hands on the hot barrel
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"Heat packs, man. Those things are lifesavers!" Lee says,considering giving the shepfox one.
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'Could i have one?' Khaki asks as he walks up beside Lee, lowering his polar fleece jacket collar "Nice shot grouping by the way"
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"Here." He goes, fishing one from his pockets "just mush it up until heat starts coming out. That should do the trick."
He takes a look at the target "yeah, that is a good grouping. Heirloom quality shite,this." He goes, lifting his rifle slightly, as if to indicate it.
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"Thanks," He replies, taking the small pack between his shivering hands, "So Lee, how long do you think we'll be out here at sea for"
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"No idea."he sas "But I wish we could go somewhere a bit more...tropical. Being cold sucks."
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"Tropical? maybe..." Khaki says "I hate the cold but the heat can be worse, I don't miss tropics enough to go back yet"
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"I meant places like Florida!"lee says "Florida is nice. I mean, bikinis,man! Bikinis!"
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Mark looked at the newcomer with disdain. "Man, you gotta change those eyes of yours. Up here the women don't dress in bikinis, but they sure will stay in bed all night."