Post by w0lverine123 on May 25, 2009 17:06:44 GMT
Introductory Posts (Neutral/Hostile): Neutral
Location (Board and Sub-Board): France / Normandy Hedgerows
Time of Day (24 Hour Clock): 0935 (about 9:30 AM)
Current Weather Conditions: Cheerfully sunny.
It was a clear day, nice and sunny with hardly a cloud in the sky. Perfect conditions for fishing, or wrestling, or any other activity that could be done outdoors. But instead, Staff Sergeant Zack de Caldicot was stationed in a boring old town in France, waiting for an Axis attack that didn't seem to be coming any time soon. The wind blew through a smashed window in the house he was in, slightly moist from a river to the east. Whatever idiot had stationed them on this side of the river was, quite frankly, an idiot. There was no other word for it.
Over on Zack's side of the river, there were ruined buildings that let in the cold and offered little to no protection from the elements. There was either dirt or concrete on the ground, making defense a hassle. There was no cover apart from the buildings, and only one had a second story, which could be useful but had holes in the roof and rodents. Zack had chosen to stay in the bottom floor of that two story building. The rain didn't get in as easily, and the rodents stayed up in the second story with the rotten or otherwise inedible scraps that were left. Also, only two windows were smashed, and only one of those had lost it's shutters. The upper story's windows could easily be used to gain a valuable view of most areas near it, meaning less running and more resting. The building also had loosely packed dirt as a floor, which wasn't as uncomfortable to sleep on as concrete or the forest floor, which was out of the question anyways when there were buildings around.
Private Luis Burton wiped the sweat from his brow and continued digging out the dirt from the floor. The floor was sloped inwards towards the center, so as to make defending oneself easier, since the enemy's view would be at least partly obscured unless they were literally peering right into the windows or door. Private Henry Forth was resting in a corner. They'd woken up one hour ago, and all three British soldiers were wide awake and ready to either fight for their lives or build up more defenses. Today was the day Nazis were predicted to have arrived.
“Well, I gonna go on upstairs and check the area. Henry, take a position at the window. Luis, the window next to his. I don't wanna be unprepared when they do attack. Hey, we leave tomorrow if all goes well,” Zack said, hoisting his rifle over his shoulder and casually trudging up the stairs. “Stinking Nazis got the church... Lucky bastards...”
Zack opened the shutters enough to see out the north side. Nothing. Just as predicted. But it didn't hurt to check. No chance of an assault from the west, right? Right. He closed both windows. Just grassland and scattered buildings. The staff sergeant walked over to the southern windows. One of the two predicted routes of attack. “Alright, here goes everything,” Zack muttered, unlatching the shutters and throwing them open. Still, just grass and ruins. Not much of an idea to go by. The grass seemed to stretch out in all directions, like an ocean of the stuff. In reality, it wasn't that large, and most of it was dead or dying. He wished he could be back in Britain, enjoying some wine at an English inn, or perhaps swimming in Scotland's Loch Ness lake in a childish hope of finding Nessie. But no, he was in France, scouting out an abandoned area for a group of Nazi soldiers that he didn't even believe were coming. But all that could change in an instant. And it did.
Zack swore under his breath, closing the shutters and walking to the last pair of windows. The eastern facing set. A German invasion from the east was most likely. Firstly, that was the direction of Germany. Secondly, there was such a good defensive area on that side of the river, that only a moron wouldn't use it. Zack opened those windows. A rustle in the grass maybe, or perhaps some muffled talking, even a smell could have done it, but somehow, he knew there were Nazis over there.
Three knocks on the wall. The signal was out to Luis and Henry. Both would be waiting now, ready for anything that might come their way.
Downstairs, the two privates heard the knock and took up their positions. Luis ducked under the window, peering out ever so slightly, waiting for the Germans. He could sense it as well. Being a sensible fellow, Henry dropped backwards a few yards, waiting to give fire support in any direction if needed, or deployed on command. Upstairs, Zack cocked his gun and aimed out the window, waiting for either the promised backup or the expected attack.
Location (Board and Sub-Board): France / Normandy Hedgerows
Time of Day (24 Hour Clock): 0935 (about 9:30 AM)
Current Weather Conditions: Cheerfully sunny.
It was a clear day, nice and sunny with hardly a cloud in the sky. Perfect conditions for fishing, or wrestling, or any other activity that could be done outdoors. But instead, Staff Sergeant Zack de Caldicot was stationed in a boring old town in France, waiting for an Axis attack that didn't seem to be coming any time soon. The wind blew through a smashed window in the house he was in, slightly moist from a river to the east. Whatever idiot had stationed them on this side of the river was, quite frankly, an idiot. There was no other word for it.
Over on Zack's side of the river, there were ruined buildings that let in the cold and offered little to no protection from the elements. There was either dirt or concrete on the ground, making defense a hassle. There was no cover apart from the buildings, and only one had a second story, which could be useful but had holes in the roof and rodents. Zack had chosen to stay in the bottom floor of that two story building. The rain didn't get in as easily, and the rodents stayed up in the second story with the rotten or otherwise inedible scraps that were left. Also, only two windows were smashed, and only one of those had lost it's shutters. The upper story's windows could easily be used to gain a valuable view of most areas near it, meaning less running and more resting. The building also had loosely packed dirt as a floor, which wasn't as uncomfortable to sleep on as concrete or the forest floor, which was out of the question anyways when there were buildings around.
Private Luis Burton wiped the sweat from his brow and continued digging out the dirt from the floor. The floor was sloped inwards towards the center, so as to make defending oneself easier, since the enemy's view would be at least partly obscured unless they were literally peering right into the windows or door. Private Henry Forth was resting in a corner. They'd woken up one hour ago, and all three British soldiers were wide awake and ready to either fight for their lives or build up more defenses. Today was the day Nazis were predicted to have arrived.
“Well, I gonna go on upstairs and check the area. Henry, take a position at the window. Luis, the window next to his. I don't wanna be unprepared when they do attack. Hey, we leave tomorrow if all goes well,” Zack said, hoisting his rifle over his shoulder and casually trudging up the stairs. “Stinking Nazis got the church... Lucky bastards...”
Zack opened the shutters enough to see out the north side. Nothing. Just as predicted. But it didn't hurt to check. No chance of an assault from the west, right? Right. He closed both windows. Just grassland and scattered buildings. The staff sergeant walked over to the southern windows. One of the two predicted routes of attack. “Alright, here goes everything,” Zack muttered, unlatching the shutters and throwing them open. Still, just grass and ruins. Not much of an idea to go by. The grass seemed to stretch out in all directions, like an ocean of the stuff. In reality, it wasn't that large, and most of it was dead or dying. He wished he could be back in Britain, enjoying some wine at an English inn, or perhaps swimming in Scotland's Loch Ness lake in a childish hope of finding Nessie. But no, he was in France, scouting out an abandoned area for a group of Nazi soldiers that he didn't even believe were coming. But all that could change in an instant. And it did.
Zack swore under his breath, closing the shutters and walking to the last pair of windows. The eastern facing set. A German invasion from the east was most likely. Firstly, that was the direction of Germany. Secondly, there was such a good defensive area on that side of the river, that only a moron wouldn't use it. Zack opened those windows. A rustle in the grass maybe, or perhaps some muffled talking, even a smell could have done it, but somehow, he knew there were Nazis over there.
Three knocks on the wall. The signal was out to Luis and Henry. Both would be waiting now, ready for anything that might come their way.
Downstairs, the two privates heard the knock and took up their positions. Luis ducked under the window, peering out ever so slightly, waiting for the Germans. He could sense it as well. Being a sensible fellow, Henry dropped backwards a few yards, waiting to give fire support in any direction if needed, or deployed on command. Upstairs, Zack cocked his gun and aimed out the window, waiting for either the promised backup or the expected attack.
