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Post by Eugene Sledge on Apr 17, 2010 11:40:56 GMT -7
[/i]. "C'mon, yeh Greaser!" He hollered, slipping on a patch of mud, which was ultimately his down fall. He fought for his balance, and as soon as Sid was near him, reached out and held tight. If he was going to lose, he wasn't doing alone. It could be a tie, and that would work swell. "Shit!" He laughed, damp from where the water had jumped up on his impact to it. "Sorry. Knew I was goin' down, so ah might as well haf taken yew with meh." His drawl was punctured by the slightest chuckle, breaking the words up.[/ul]
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Post by Sidney Phillips on Apr 17, 2010 11:48:39 GMT -7
Sid ran as fast as he possibly could, and could feel his chest heaving like crazy, but he was no competition for the red-head. Gene was just too quick for him. But as the male ran, he couldn't help but smile as Eugene slipped in a patch of mud.
As he neared his buddy, however, his legs seemed to be working on their own as they powered him down the hill, and he couldn't stop! He was pushed forward, and then caught by Eugene, who grabbed his leg and pulled him down into the mud with him. "Whoa! Hey, no fair!" Sid cried as he crashed into the mud, the dirty brown mess splashing all over his clothes and face.
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Post by Eugene Sledge on Apr 17, 2010 12:11:31 GMT -7
[/color] For good measure, he playfully pushed him back until at least the other lad's head was up to ears in water, before he was lugging himself to his feet. It was a hot day, though pleasantly so, but it still wasn't enough to make him want to stay seated around water. It made a bad combination for the mosquito's and their nasty little bites. He shook his arms out, spraying water further, before making his way to the drier parts of the ground. He sat with a thump, the grass slipping through his wet fingers. "How m'ny days left now?" 'Til they left. Or at least hopefully. His heart and it's stinkin' murmur might be a flatline to their plans, but he wouldn't let it discourage him from trying. It would hurt, not being there with his buddy, but he'd fight his way through the muck. "Ah think my ma's gunna invite y'all over soon or summin'. She was tawlking about it the other day. Like a farewell dinner." It wasn't his nature to eavesdrop, he just sort of wandered by her when she was immersed in a conversation.[/ul]
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Post by Sidney Phillips on Apr 17, 2010 12:22:20 GMT -7
Sid pulled himself out of the water, and ran his hand through his curly blonde hair, which was now tangled with mud and water, before moving and plopping down next to the red head. He would miss times like these, where it was just the two of them and they could just let it all go, all the stress of what was to come. "Three days. Three more days until we fight the war of wars." Sid explained, his eyes fixed on the water they had just escaped from, almost getting lost in thought about the trials they would go through just to get qualified. He just hoped Gene would be there by his side. His murmur was acting up again, Sid knew, and that would seal the deal on Gene being left behind. "My ma didn't say nothin' about it. Guess she hasn't heard yet."
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Post by Eugene Sledge on Apr 17, 2010 12:51:34 GMT -7
[/color] Eugene wasn't one for swearing, but it just seemed appropriate. The decreasing days had caught him off guard in the wost way, and his stomach sank with a sense of guilt and undeniable jealousy. It was only minor, and only idly directed at Sid. He pulled his knees up and plucked at grass, ripping it once he had them in his hands. "That's real close." He sniffed, casually against the humidity, and tosses the debris of grass into the air around him. "And iuno. She might be tellin' 'er right now. You know how they are. Whenever we come out 'ere, they're off yappin' like a pair of hens." He spoke fondly of them, despite the words, and his lips hiked up in a smile. They tugged, and he licked over his over them, feeling dry flakes where they had cracked. His elbows hurt, being pointed on the brunt of his knees, and he rubbed down the calf bone. Jeez, he just couldn't stop thinkin' 'bout how close they were to the day. "...Yeh nervous? To go?" It was probably a dumb question, but he still needed to ask it, felt that he needed to.[/ul]
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Post by Sidney Phillips on Apr 17, 2010 16:24:02 GMT -7
Sid could hear the hesitation in his friends voice as he asked if the male was scared. Of course he was scared! Who wouldn't be scared, going off to fight a war, where you can easily get killed before you even step foot on the sand? Sid thought about that often, usually at night, while he lay in his bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling in blank thought. But he wasn't going to tell Eugene that. Even though they were best friends, he kept some things to himself...especially his biggest fears. " Yeah, a bit. But more excited than anything. Going to a foreign country, seeing new things..." he trailed off, his eyes still fixed on the water, which was rippling lightly in the breeze.
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Post by Eugene Sledge on Apr 19, 2010 3:49:17 GMT -7
[/color] Eugene had always been a war enthusiast. He loved the idea of valor and men standing up for the country. He wanted to become one of those men, pushing onwards... as corny as it did sound in his head-voice. "I can't believe it's so close." His voice trailed off with wonder, and he let out a oof as Deacon trampled over, flopping his torso down on Sledge's stomach and trying to wriggle into his arms. "You think we should go out and do summin' the last day?" He carefully avoided the word 'your'. Because if there was ever something in this world Eugene was going to do, it was leaving with his best friend to the marines.[/ul]
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Post by Sidney Phillips on May 2, 2010 16:34:34 GMT -7
Sid took Gene's lead, and laid back into the grass as well, his eyes now fixing themselves on the sky above them, where the clouds twisted themselves into different shapes. Sid took a moment to try to decipher a few of them, spotting a somewhat misshapen rabbit, a tire (it might have just been a circle, but Sid tended to think on the creative side), and what looked like a rifle. Maybe it was the subject of their conversation that made the cloud look like that, but Sid couldn't shake it. " Yeah...careful." Sid repeated, turning his head in the grass to look at Gene, just as Deacon jumped onto him, causing Sid to chuckle.
" Sure. What do you got in mind?" Sid asked, and moved so that he was propped up on his elbows, his gaze still on his friend and his ever so cheerful dog.
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