Post by Niamh Dunlevy on Oct 2, 2009 3:39:39 GMT
Country: Allied France, Allied Commonwealth/American joint base
Current Time: 08:00
Weather: Semi-overcast weather, but still plenty of sunshine and a light breeze.
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"GWAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Heads turned as the infuriated female roar tore through the air. Nearby, the heads of a pair of horses perked up, one of them a red bay splashed with great, symmetrical patches of white. Soldiers looked nervously at each other, some slowly moving away, as if expecting some wild beast to burst out at any moment. Some of the army women, out and about doing chores such as laundry, sighed.
Someone had gotten into the kitchens again.
Inside the base's kitchen, Niamh Mairi Dunlevy was fuming. Scattered about the floor were empty pots and pans, and spilled remnants of food and drink that had been painstakingly made and ordered hours, if not days and weeks, before. All that work had been wasted, and it was going to take forever to clean up. However, there was a flicker of hope - boot print-shaped marks, smeared fingerprints and hand-prints told Niamh that humans had made the mess. Still, she could not help but yank at her hair, growling and spitting out a few, foul words. She then grumbled in Shelta, the tongue of the Pavee people.
"I can'th believe t'is...sthupid, sthupid liththle...."
Walking back outside, a few soldiers recognizing Niamh's look and backing away, the woman decided she'd had enough. Captain Patterson had last been seen at the medical clinic; Niamh would start there. She wanted nothing more than to give the Captain a piece of her mind, even if it mean ignoring protocol to do so. No trust could be given to the Sergeants to get it done; they were probably in on whatever kitchen-raiding plot had transpired while the women had been out on break.
The Captain would pay, and most dearly, for letting his men slip out from beneath him. There was no reason whatsoever for such havoc to be caused in the early morning.
Current Time: 08:00
Weather: Semi-overcast weather, but still plenty of sunshine and a light breeze.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"GWAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Heads turned as the infuriated female roar tore through the air. Nearby, the heads of a pair of horses perked up, one of them a red bay splashed with great, symmetrical patches of white. Soldiers looked nervously at each other, some slowly moving away, as if expecting some wild beast to burst out at any moment. Some of the army women, out and about doing chores such as laundry, sighed.
Someone had gotten into the kitchens again.
Inside the base's kitchen, Niamh Mairi Dunlevy was fuming. Scattered about the floor were empty pots and pans, and spilled remnants of food and drink that had been painstakingly made and ordered hours, if not days and weeks, before. All that work had been wasted, and it was going to take forever to clean up. However, there was a flicker of hope - boot print-shaped marks, smeared fingerprints and hand-prints told Niamh that humans had made the mess. Still, she could not help but yank at her hair, growling and spitting out a few, foul words. She then grumbled in Shelta, the tongue of the Pavee people.
"I can'th believe t'is...sthupid, sthupid liththle...."
Walking back outside, a few soldiers recognizing Niamh's look and backing away, the woman decided she'd had enough. Captain Patterson had last been seen at the medical clinic; Niamh would start there. She wanted nothing more than to give the Captain a piece of her mind, even if it mean ignoring protocol to do so. No trust could be given to the Sergeants to get it done; they were probably in on whatever kitchen-raiding plot had transpired while the women had been out on break.
The Captain would pay, and most dearly, for letting his men slip out from beneath him. There was no reason whatsoever for such havoc to be caused in the early morning.
