Turn 1: R&R Begins

[Cartwright]

The Marines had enjoyed being on ship. They had played several games, beat up members of Raven Squad, were beginning to have more time to bond as a unit. They were now in Detroit, Michigan. At U.S. Marine base Camp Jonston. The Marines put on civilian clothes and most went without weapons. They all rented a big van to drive around in. They would hit the bar towards the end of the day. They had two weeks of leave and they needed to stay at a fancy Detroit hotel and all.

The Marines hopped in the van. All joking and talking amongst eachother. All having fun. They had severely needed some rest and relaxation and here it was. They were on Earth looking at beautiful cloudless blue skies and unpoluted air thanks to new changes in industrial technology.

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[Shadow]

"Congratulations to the survivng members of the Hell Hounds, by that I mean all of you who survived the last mission. And congratulations to our new members, already getting R&R straight outa boot." Shadow said and grinned.

[Mr. Death]

Elias Godchild, A.K.A. Mr. Death, was relatively silent. He had been since getting his new eye. He still wore the eyepatch most of the time though. Ever since that Jewish boot had spat on him, he hadn't talked much. He just sat in his seat in the van and listened to everyone else.

What business did the Boots have talking to him anyways? The only boot who really should've paid attention to him was Tomala, and that was so he could learn from the best, but not everything goes as you want, and some of the boots paid a little too much attention to him.

[Kyle (an evil budgie)]

John looked around, trying to find Tomala. "Hey Tomala!" he said grinning, "You still owe me my drinks you son of a bitch!"

[Cartwright]

((OOC: You guys won't be heading to a bar until Turn 3. So don't go prematurely. You can talk about getting drinks and all, but don't think you can go to a bar yet.))

[Mr. Death]

Godchild didn't really care if they went to the bar or not, he had his own concoctions already.
The vodka kept hi quiet as he guzzled from it. He kept to himself. These boots had worked hard however, and deserved some respect, but still. . .He had a lot of shit on his mind. . . Jane Nighson had contacted him before landing on Earth. . . News seemed bad.

[Dire Wolf]

As they drove past some girls on the street, Hoot leaned out of window and whistled, it had been too long since he had seen anyone of the....... female.. variety in along time. Except for Jones, but that didnt count she was more like a sister, or a cousin. (and he wasnt from west virgina) "Hey, anyone up for the strip club?" He looked over at Jones and said "Comon Jessica, you know you want to go with us..."

[ToxicJones]

"Ha! Sure, in your dreams." Jones replied. MABEY she would go... but she doubted they would turn gay to hang out with her.

[Shadow]

Hayek laughed, "Well, I'm up for relaxing at our Hotel for a bit. We'll go to the bar tonight till then let's find some other reasonable things to do. I know it's been a while for some of you but you don't have to go there."

[ToxicJones]

"Better then the gay ass strip club," Jones mumbled.

[Mr. Death]

"Amen to that. . ." Godchild added in. He was up for anything but driving around in this stupid ass van. He had put the thoughts of Jane Nighson in the back of his mind. He would inform the General on that later, for now it was R&R, and he was happy for that.

All of the bullshit and adrenaline thriving violence was behind them if only for a moment. But that moment would have to be cherished for as long as possible.

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May 11, 2008 20:13:43 GMT -5 Kyle (an evil budgie) said:

John looked around, trying to find Tomala. "Hey Tomala!" he said grinning, "You still owe me my drinks you son of a bitch!"

Since I survived I owe you. Wait til we get to the bar but I agree strip club!'' Tomala said.

[Dire Wolf]

Hoot chuckled a bit "hehe, lighten up Jones, I was just joking.... ohh, and I dont think I ever said athing about a gay strip club....." Hoot chuckled a bit more and sniffed the air. "Yeah Hayek, a hotel sounds better anyways..... I personally dont want to end up killing someone from the smell."

He leaned back against the seat, the concealed pistol in his waistband was making it uncomfortable to stay in his former postition. Hoot did a good job of concealing it though, even if you were staring right were it was located, the right side of his hip, you wouldnt be able to tell it was there. He made sure he could easily get a hold of it incase things went sour...... he never went anywhere not armed.

[ToxicJones]

"Ugh, men are all the same." Jones said, sounding disgusted. She had a smile on her face though. How could she not be in high spirits, they had som R&R time!
"Im going back to the hotel if you guys are gonna go temp yourselves."

[Mr. Death]

Elias laughed silently at Hoot. He had seen the boot tuck the pistol away in his waistband. Personally he didn't know why the man would do such a thing. Elias never needed to be armed, he had his weapons with him already, his hands. Years of being the head of a Nazi gang had gained him quite a lot of experience with his hands, he'd even killed a few men with them. He had all the weapons he needed right on his body. . .

"Ditto" he said to Jones' comment. He didn't want to go to some trashy strip club tonight. . . He wanted to relax peacefully, and maybe smoke a joint. . .Even though he was supposed to be quitting.