Contraband (Open)

[Nicholas Ealing]

OOC: Open to two 3ID members; bunkmates. Must be privates/NCO's.

Lieutenant Nicholas Ealing made his way down the winding corridor. Behind him, corporals Campbell and Flint shuffled their feet, blinking groggily. They had a job to do. Less important than securing the liberation of Europe, more important than making sure no one was stealing soap from Bravo Company showers. No, the three men were on a painstaking and mentally scarring mission to search every dorm, bunk and hangar in the small 3ID base. Ealing and the corporals had been sent to search the rooms, to confiscate any contraband and to punish anyone found with inappropriate material. A soldier's life was meant to be hard but thanks to the elaborate smuggling system designed by the men, many of the dorms were filled with a bountiful supply of luxuries. As far as High Command was concerned, this was basically just cheating.

So far, Nicholas had come across such items as a "cuddly elephant" (and this from one of the most feared NCO's in the company), a stack of pornography that would have put the complete works of William Shakespeare to shame and, to both the surprise of Nicholas and the otherwise engaged Corporal McDonald, a naked Liverpudlian prostitute who answered to the name of Vera. Both Nicholas and Corporal Campbell had been convinced that committing lewd acts on 3ID territory was against army regulations but McDonald had remained adamant that he was simply engaging in a perfectly innocent pastime. The Lieutenant had given up after thirty seconds of half-hearted arguing as it was rather difficult to maintain a healthy discussion with a large pair of buttocks. Nicholas had left the room disgusted, horrified and mentally scarred.

“Come on, boys. Just a couple more dorms.”

“Oh, joy. And what’ll be waiting for us in there? A trio of naked coal miners?”

“One for each of us, then.”

“I’ll bear that in mind, sir.”

Nicholas laughed.

Corporal Flint sniffed, a look of revulsion etched into his face. “Sure as hell does stink down here, sir.”

“This is England, Corporal. Everything stiks. And you know what? I wouldn’t change that for the world.” Nicholas grinned as he clapped Flint on the back and moved down the uneasy-smelling corridor. He glanced down at the scrap of paper in his hands, a faded map of the barracks. “This is our last stop, I think. Room 78B. Who dwells down here, do you know? The goblin people?”

“Don’t know, sir.”

“Goblin people it is then.”

The corporals grinned as Nicholas rapped his knuckles against the door. “Surprise room inspection. Open up, you lucky, lucky people!”

[PFC. Joey Toniatti]

Joey walked into his bunk. It was empty and worst part of it was that everyone was buzzing about how the officers were going around checking all the bunks. Joey set his gun down and kicked it under his cot, the noice made a screach as it slid acrossed the hard concrette floor. "the least the damn brits could do is add some carpet." Joey wasnt a huge fan of the british and most of all he couldnt stand there accent. he layed down on his bed and starred at the cieling for a bit. why am i alone? he wondered to himself as he lokked around under his cot for something to read. the only thing joey could find was an old newspaper article. it read "young italian imagrant toniati rushes for state record". Joey coulded remeber that day, the excitement his parents and his friends had. But most of all the amount of excitement his teamates had. Three days later came the news of him being comisioned to the army. to the war, the great war, most of all to 3ID.

“Surprise room inspection. Open up, you lucky, lucky people!” a man from outside of the room said as there was a knock on the door. Joey wasnt as much suprised as he was annoyed.

"the god damn doors unlocked come in." Joey said as his italian temper showed abit as he threw down the newspaper. Joey noticed a man walk in. The same man from the bar! he thought. Joey stood up quickly "Private toniati sir!" he gave him a salute along with a wink of the eye. this wasnt gunna be good.

[Nicholas Ealing]

OOC: Wow. My shortest post in about a year. I suddenly feel rather unclean.

"The god damn door's unlocked, come in."

Nicholas stood back in alarm at the aggressive tone of voice the young man had employed. Few people raised their voices at the Lieutenant. His father, wife and the Germans. That was about it. Nicholas was fairly certain that this man was none of these things.

"Private Toniatti, sir!"

"Baker Company, sir," whispered Campbell, looking Toniatti up and down. The corporal certainly didn't look impressed. Nicholas nodded, deciding to give the young man the benefit of the doubt. He remembered him from the tavern a few weeks back. His skin still crawled when he remembered that bloody night. Nine civilians and three American soldiers dead. Nicholas had only just escaped, and even then with vicious burns winding across his body. Thinking about it, had Lieutenant Strange not ordered the mechanized unit to fall out immediately, Private Joey Toniatti could very well have been one of the dead.

"Right," said Nicholas distractedly. "At ease, private." Nicholas gestured for Corporal Flint to search the man's modest wardrobe as he returned the salute. "Whose your bunk-mate, private? And more to the point, where is he?"

[PFC. Joey Toniatti]

"At ease, private." Toniati settled down as the three men searched his bunk. he felt uneasy as he knew that they could very well look at, and damage his awards.

"Hey careful with those things there probably worth morre then your mother corpal" he thought to himself as the looked through. yet he said nothing just watched. knowt that one false move or word could get him court marshalled. not a pretty thing for a soldier if ye' want to know.

"Whose your bunk-mate, private? And more to the point, where is he?" said the LT. as the men finished with his bunk and moved to the next.

"well um sir its a new private. Yet to ask him what his name is he replaced some man that lay there in the bunk." his italian accent came out heavily now as he became very nurvice. "the man must have went somewere. didnt say a word to me." Toniati was makeing it obvious that he was trying to hide somethign. he was just hopeing no one would tell that he was.

[Pvt. Daniel Brown]

Daniel was walking down a corridor to his dorm room, a cigarette in his right hand. One of his buddies walking behind him, whose name was John Miller. John was in full gear and was carrying his M1 Grand beside him, and was telling Daniel about inspections of the dorms. Daniel wasn't paying attention he was in a good mod, and was happily blowing away smoke. But John was going on and on until Daniel couldn't take it any more. "Stop the nagging, you know your starting to sound like my mother". They turned a corner and kept walking, and turned right into another corridor. Then John said "Im just trying to help man, see ya later" and stoped and entered a door on his left.

Daniel had nothing to worry about, did he? He had a few magazines, but he gave it to another soldier. Then suddenly a million thoughts came into his head. "What happen if that soldier was caught with it? And he told the inspecter that he got it from him?" As he got closer to his dorm room he saw someone enter it, with to other people. A shiver ran down, his spine and he froze dead in his steps. Then another thought came to mind. "Why are you acting like a little boy? Man up!". Daniel then threw his cigarette in a near by garbage, and walked to his dorm door. He entered to see four men, two searching threw things.

Daniel then straighten up and gave an salute to the men.

"Pvt. Daniel Brown sir!"