Finding a Place to Sleep (Neutral)

[Stephen Colly]

It was near evening, around 8:00’oclock. A soldier walked down the road, he was covered in mud and bits of shrapnel, of what was left of his uniform you could just make out the British Flag on his right shoulder. It was 13th July, a hot summer’s day had just been so it was warm enough but darkness would be here sooner or later.

It was a dirt track, convoys and other trucks had gone down it daily and next to the track was a little farmhouse. The lights were on inside and Stephen, for that was the soldier’s name, could just make out the silhouettes of a man and two women in the kitchen, or what looked like the kitchen. Stephen needed a place to sleep for the night, so this looked the obvious place to go.

He walked up the track of the farmhouse, making sure that he could not be seen from the house and made his way around to the farm buildings, he entered one of them and inside where two farm horses, big shires…French horses…
Stephen looked at the horses and suddenly thought of his own, Joey who was somewhere in the War by now. He came over to a big black one and stroked it gently, whispering words to it from old.

He was getting tired as he had been walking all day long and wanted sleep so settled down in the straw near the horse, closing his eyes, he thought of home and of his friends that he might never see again…

[nathansinfantry]

Jack struggled to place one foot in front of the other. To say he was tired would to be an under statement, barely a day after he had ot back to England after the Russian event he had been sent to France. The Desert Rats hadn't been anywhere near the sand for months, save the beaches along the European coastline, and the Sergeant was not impressed.

"Colls!" He yelled breaking into a clumsy jog, "Colly!" He ran after the Private, panting from the small exertion. "You're looking a little rough mate, is this our room for the night?" he asked sticking his head through the door and looking around the hay-filled interior of the building. "I've slept in worse," he mused, slipping has bergen off of his back and pulled the sleeping bag from the top, unrolling it over a large bale of hay.

"I've never really had chance to talk with you, Private," he spoke absent mindedly while pulled the door close. "I'll take first watch," he added quickly, trying to be the gentleman. "Anyway, what got you into this war?"

[Stephen Colly]

Stephen heard a shout and looked around, he saw Jack coming towards him, ”Yeah, looks like this is our room.” muttered the private as he sat up and watched the sergeant come closer and closer, McMillan had talked about Jack, saying he was a great man, the two hadn’t really spoken much before so this could be the excellent time to speak.

So, Jack would take the first watch, which was alright. "Anyway, what got you into this war?"

”I know this sounds stupid, but a horse really…” Stephen looked over at Jack, ”He got commissioned into the army and I wanted to find him, plus it looked rather cool but now, I don’t think it is anymore…” Stephen muttered, moving so that Jack could sit down and making himself a pillow out of the straw, ”What about you?” he asked. The silence was eerie, only the munching of hay from the horses could be heard.

[Daniel Brennan]

Moderation Post

Sorry to ruin your fun here, but Jack is already in a hostile thread. It doesn't matter if you don't plan on having any combat in this thread, but it is in the hostile area and the rules are the rules. I can either freeze this thread until Jack retreats from the other one, or Stephen can continue this with someone else.

~Dan