Frank Perconte
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Post by Frank Perconte on Sept 24, 2009 11:46:33 GMT -7
OOC: Well, we might as well start somewhere. Anyone can join Have fun! There's no real plot yet, so we'll just see where it leads. Frank Perconte sighed as he flopped back on his bed; the hard 'Army Biscuit' mattress dug into his back and his chest rose and fell heavily with each laboured gasp. His legs ached, his shins burning and sweat stung his ears. They'd just got back from running Currahee and god damn, was he paying hell for it. His lungs felt like they were on fire and he squeezed his dark eyes shut. He could hear the others grumbling, undressing from their sticky PT gear, complaining loudly about Sobel and after a moment, Perco hauled himself up. He slipped his t-shirt over his head and rubbed his face with it. When Frank had joined the war, he'd known that this would be the toughest training he could ever do in the military. But, in his mind, he'd always thought he'd be doing obstacle courses and paratrooper training. Not running up hills three times a week.. Perco scowled into his t-shirt, before setting it down on his lap. It was getting dark and his stomach gave a growl of hungry protest. He could eat anything right now. Getting wearily to his feet, Perco began to change, fatigue setting in. ETA Dudes, this is shorter than I thought We'll just use as a starter, once we get going they will get bigger!
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Post by Carwood Lipton on Sept 24, 2009 15:55:15 GMT -7
[ooc: Don't worry about post lengths. unlike some places, I dont have problems with posts that are shorter than 3 paragraphs. It's rare for me to write a lot. I write it on paper & it looks so massive, then it turns out to be like, 4 lines long xDDD ]
Carwood sat upon his solid bed and panted for a moment. Currahee had to be the worst part of any trainning session. Sobel is and always was a pain in their asses. It had been a looong day of trainning and all of the boys were weak, sweaty, tired and hungry.
He sat up pretty quickly after he realized how hungry he was. A head rush immediately swept over him. His vision blacked out for a moment as he almost tipped over the side of the bed. He put his hands on the mattress to steady himself up.
That's probably a sign that I should eat something...
The next second, his vision returned and he stood up to put some boots and proper clothing on. He felt like he'd tip over at any moment. He looked over and saw Perconte getting up at the exact same moment.
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Frank Perconte
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Post by Frank Perconte on Sept 25, 2009 3:27:30 GMT -7
Perco glanced across at Lipton; the man looked a little unsteady and for a moment, he wondered if he was gonna collaspe. It was known that some soldiers just had no energy after running Currahee, the only thing for them left to do was to pass on at the barraks. He gave Lip a nod.
'You alright there?' he asked, tugging on his trousers and then his jump boots. He had to force himself not to blouse his pants.
He wasn't a paratrooper yet and he didn't need Sobel to chew him out for it.
Perconte stood beside Luz, someone he'd found that he got on quite well with, but he hung back to wait for Lipton. The man looked pale and Perco's stomach gave another loud growl. He gave a sheepish grin. 'Sobel works us too hard,' he said.
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Post by Carwood Lipton on Sept 25, 2009 19:30:54 GMT -7
He tried not to stumble. He heard Perconte speak to him just a few beds down the room and appreciated his concern.
'I'm doin' fine, Perco... I think.. And I couldn't agree more.'
He stumbled again, but managed to keep himself balanced. He almost laughed at himself. Sure he was tired but he must look like a drunken jackass. -But disorientation was no laughing matter!
He struggled with the laces on his boots. He was so tired that he didn't think he could pull the laces to actually tie them, but he did. Every few seconds he'd wipe the sweat from his forehead. Not only did he just finish a workout, but the room itself was warm. That did not help at all.
He picked up his jacket, which he really didn't need, but soldiers had to look decent, otherwise they'd get in deep shit with their commanding officer. Sobel of course, was the worst. And they were lucky enough to have him.
Heh.. lucky? Not so much.
He lifted his hand to his hair to attempt to fix it up, which was probably impossible. He buttoned up his jacket ad began walking towards Perconte, all whilst trying not to fall over.
He looked at Perco with both eyebrows raised, 'I take it you're off to get food?'
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Frank Perconte
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Post by Frank Perconte on Sept 27, 2009 11:54:14 GMT -7
Perco offered him a small smile. 'Yeah, we're off to eat. You comin' Lip?' he asked. He turned, moving out the hut which had become their homes over the past months, feet crunching on the gravel. He crossed the grass, a few other soliders grouped with him. They didn't speak, the only thing on their minds being their stomach's filled.
They got to the mess hall and Perconte found himself a place on the bench, squashed beside Talbert and Skinny. He set his plate in front of him, looking down; it looked like mashed potato, but even he couldn't be sure.
'Hey, Lip, what is this?' he asked, spooning up the splodgy food and letting it drop with a splat back on his plate. He looked up, then back at his plate. Then, he shrugged, sighed and spooned it into his mouth.
No use complaining about it.
He ate his dinner along with the rest of them; at least it filled him up after a hard day's running and training.
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Post by Carwood Lipton on Sept 29, 2009 16:51:35 GMT -7
Lipton wasn’t sure what the odd food was in front of him, however, he did not question it. He was starving and tired and didn’t care what he ate, only that he did eat.
He prodded at the food as he looked over to Frank Perconte. ’ I am honestly not sure what this is.’
Carwood ate the strange food anyway. He really couldn’t complain, after all, it was food, and that’s all that mattered.
The texture was a fascinating one, as was the taste. Oh well… In the army, the soldiers got used to food like this, and were all just thankful for what they had.
Lipton knew that if he ever made it through this war, wonderful home-cooked meals would be appreciated much much more. He finished his food, all the while ignoring the taste. He looked up at the other guys, still looking exceptionally tired, but at the same time feeling a lot better.
He thought to himself.
I don’t know what I’d ever do without food..
He sat back in his chair and relaxed.
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George Luz
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Tonight is the Night, of Nights.
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Post by George Luz on Sept 29, 2009 16:59:54 GMT -7
George Luz looked up from behind his plate to see Lipton sitting back.
”Magically delicious, eh Lip?
He grinned, and then continued on, devouring his food. It wasn’t that great, but Luz would eat just about anything. He peered over to Perconte with a big mouthful of food.
”Enyoyin’ yor meal Herco?? I know I am.”
It was obvious that George was having a little difficulty speaking properly with his mouth overflowing with... Whatever he was eating, but Luz never cared about that sort of thing. He was the funny guy!
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Frank Perconte
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Post by Frank Perconte on Oct 1, 2009 6:50:10 GMT -7
Perconte wrinkled his nose, before looking up from his plate to see George.
'Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?' he demanded, waving a fork in his general direction. But, like everyone else, he ate anyway. Because if you didn't, then you'd just starve. Not eating was a death wish, especially with the hard training they had to do on top of that.
When he'd finished, Perco stretched out his legs and ran a hand over his face, fatigue kicking in though he did feel better on a full stomach. And Lip looked better too. He offered the other man a smile, before elbowing George in the side.
'Race you back to barracks if you think you can face it,' he challenged.
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George Luz
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Post by George Luz on Oct 1, 2009 15:56:39 GMT -7
George flinched at the sudden elbow in his side and glared at Perconte for a moment with his mouth full.
He chewed for two more seconds before looking at Perconte with a cocky grin.
'Yeah Perco, I'll race ya. On one condition,
you don't blame me if I throw up on you when we get back."
George smiled at him again, eyes squinted, and proceeded to push out his chair, which screeched against the hard floor. He almost slipped on the ground as he started trotting towards the door. He dropped off his plate to the workers that washed them, and began bolting towards the door.
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Frank Perconte
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Post by Frank Perconte on Oct 2, 2009 3:12:57 GMT -7
Perco flashed him a wry grin. 'You better not throw up!' he said, giving him a sideways look as he took a quick drink from his cup.
But, George was already off, walking with quick steps to dump his tray. Perco jumped to his feet, following hurriedly. He dropped his plate off with the workers, glancing up as Luz bolted towards the door.
'Hey, you cheat!' Perco yelled after him, taking chase. They thundered out the dinner hall and out into the dark. It was a cool Georgia night, stars twinkling above them.
Perco changed direction, weaving between two huts as he headed back to their barrack, hoping the short cut would let him win.
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Post by Carwood Lipton on Oct 2, 2009 12:50:38 GMT -7
Lipton looked at both the boys, still sitting back comfortably in his chair. He was content, full of food, and could not be happier. He watched them both get up to race, just like young boys. He wasn't going to stop them, after all, they were having fun, and that didn't come by too often in the military. They could have their fun now, before they had to go out to the real battle.
He watched them bolt out of the room. George Luz was running as fast as he could, while a frustrated Frank Perconte was rushing after him.
Carwood grinned to himself, then leaned back some more and closed his eyes.
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George Luz
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Post by George Luz on Oct 2, 2009 13:06:20 GMT -7
George scurried out of the building. laughing as he ran out. He heard Perconte running behind him. "You Cheat!"
Luz giggled and slowed down for a moment. All of a sudden he looked back to see that Frank wasn't there anymore. He paused and said aloud:
"What the hell?"
He knew now that Perco was definately taking some sort of shortcut or something. He began bolting again, determined to defeat Perconte.
Luz was already tired from the run up Currahee. Sobel always pushed them to their limits, sometimes even past them.
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Frank Perconte
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Post by Frank Perconte on Oct 2, 2009 13:47:14 GMT -7
Perco raced down between the huts, their barrack just across the gravel from him. He glanced to his left to see Luz hurtling towards him and Perco put on another burst of speed.
He stumbled, almost chucking himself at the door and colliding inside, falling onto the hard wood fall. He gasped for air, rolling onto his front. Johnny Martin glanced up at them as Perco rolled onto his back.
He laid there for a moment, out of breath and not sure if he would be able to move from this spot now. 'Beat you,' he mustered.
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George Luz
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Post by George Luz on Oct 2, 2009 14:47:30 GMT -7
Luz tumbled through the door, tripping over Perconte who was laying there.
"Shit" he fell to the floor. Some of the other boys in the room, including Martin, looked at them with grinning faces. "Hey, what're you lookin' at? It was a race!
Luz stood up again and walked over to Perconte, holding his stomach.
"Jesus Frank, I don't think I shoulda ran just after eating.." He immediately used this as an excuse. "If it wasn't for my stomach, I woulda kicked your ass!"
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Frank Perconte
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Post by Frank Perconte on Oct 3, 2009 14:50:36 GMT -7
Perco shook his head as he hauled himself to his feet, leaning on Luz's shoulder for balance, before stretching.
'Yeah, yeah, if you say so George,' he replied, but knew George probably could take him on in a fight. He hobbled towards his bed and sank down onto it. He gave a big yawn, his dark eyes closing.
And before he knew it, he was asleep.
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The morning was just becoming light when Captain Sobel through open the door and stomped through their hut, yelling at the top of his lungs, 'Get up! I want you dressed in five minutes and at the bottom of that hill to run Currahee. Hi-yo Silver!'
Perconte rubbed his eyes, groaning, hair mushed and blinking as he sat up on his elbows.
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