Split the Star (Open)

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

Weather:Fairly cloudy. About seventy degrees.
Time:Nine O'clock

Freidrich was lying in bed. Remembering different moments in his life, what people were there, how old he was, just the good things he used to have. He looked at his watch which brought him back to reality. Eight O'clock, it read. He knew that he needed to get up so he could get a few things done today. For some odd reason he felt a wanting to go to the shooting range to work on his aim.

Freidrich went to the Mess Hall to grab a quick breakfast then headed out to the range where he would start practicing. The walk was quite a ways, but he didn't mind it. It was very peaceful he thought. He had always liked the quiet.

He had finally reached the range after a few minutes of walking and thinking. He took his rifle off of his shoulder and placed it on a table that was there for the soldier's use. He saw a few other men there and asked them if he could go down and set up a target. They consented and let him do so. When he went down to put up the target he took out a small, red pencil he had and drew a star where the bull's-eye was supposed to be.

He walked back two hundred yards and gave a thumbs up to the other men that were there. One of them, a boy no older than nineteen, asked him why he had drawn a star on the target. Freidrich replied with a smile," I picture the star on the helmet of a very unlucky Russian."

[Franz Walters]

Franz had come to the Range, rideing in the back of a Koblewagon. When it pulled up to the Range, going 5 miles per hour, he jumped out, said, "Thanks." to the Captain who had driven him, and walked onto the Range. He saw what looked to be a figure with a star. "RUSSIAN!!!!! HE'S MINE!" Franz drove his bayonet right into the target. Franz was still having war nightmares."Oh. Sorry about that men." Franz back away, the bayonet slideing out."Hehe. Look, I got a bullets eye!" Franz backed away, and went to talk with his good friend, Freidrich. "So, how's it been, Freidrich? I suppose your here for a good shot, just like me?" Franz was still embaraced a little bit.

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

Freidrich let out a good laugh as he saw his good friend drive the bayonet into the star. He had always known Franz was a bit on the "crazy" side. He didn't mind it, though. Most of the people he had ever know were more or less insane. It made Freidrich smile to himself as he remembered his father the first time Freidrich had killed his first predator in the Hurtgen Forest when he was only about five years old. His father hugged him so tight he could remember struggling for breathe. These days were over now. His father was dead. There was no way he could ever re-live such good time. He knew this very well.

"So, how's it been, Freidrich? I suppose your here for a good shot, just like me?"

"It's been going pretty well. As best as it could in days like these, anyways. Well I'm not here for one, Franz. I'm just here to show these children around me who's boss. Freidrich said the last phrase with a small chuckle.

Freidrich started walking down range to put his target up. A few of the other boys there were doing the same. Seemingly following him in an unorderly fashion towards the wood where they would place the target. He came back behind the range and told Franz his hopes of being able to become one of those "Ghost's in the Dark" as some called them. In other words a sniper. He had always wanted to be one since his youth. He hadn't told very many people about this because, snipers were classified as dangerous and unstable people. But hey, what should he care what people think of him. He knew that Franz would probably be interested in this line of work but, he doubted that he would want to do it. He seemed the type that would rather beat someone to death rather than put a bullet in their head from two hundred meters.

[Annabella Auerbach]

Edrien had woken up pretty early that morning and began training before anyone else. He wanted to become a known soldier who had fought for his country. He wanted to be somebody. He ate a cold bagel that morning. It was so stiff that he could barely bite it. The conditions at the camp were barely tremendous in Edrien's point of view. As he escaped from the indoors, he examined the weather around him. It wasn't that bad. Atleast there was some form of heat around him. He hated the cold weather but yet he had learnt to cope with it.

As he began his journey through the camps, he found himself near the shooting range. It was quite interesting because he barely went there for some odd and typical reason. He glanced around exhaling the air around him. It felt pretty odd that morning and he did not know the reason why. Rudolph and the rest of his friends were out of sight and all he could see were a few people near the shooting range. It was then when Edrien decided to investigate his scenery from his point of view.

He began making his way towards the shooting range. He felt like a bird inside a cage whilst at camp. He was trapped behind wired fences. He felt like he was in a concentration camp for goodness sakes, although, he knew he wasn't in one otherwise. As he began walking closer and closer towards the shooting range, he couldn't help but notice Corporal Blutstein. The man that kept appearing everywhere, with a couple of other men. Edrien decided to keep a straight face on when approaching these men.

When he had finally approached the scene, he couldn't help but set up his target without glancing at Blutstein and the other men. He pulled out his 98k and stood approximatly three meters away from his target. He aimed his 98k toward the target, squinting his good eye to take a good look at his target. BANG! He shot it directly through the hole. Nice one, Bruus - he complemented himself mentally. Bulls-eye, he smirked. He then walked over to a tree and leaned upon it renewing his bullets. He glanced up at Blutstein, giving him a nod. He then glanced at the man in which he knew by Franz Walters. He knew the man here and there.

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

Freidrich and Franz were catching up and talking about times they had in bars and elsewhere when a boy walked over. He looked almost as if he were lost or something. Freidrich recognized the boy but, couldn't place a name. It finally kicked into his head. Edrien Bruus. He was in my training group a little while back. He suddenly remembered the reaction the boy took when he had kicked him over and put a knife to his throat as if to cut it open. He laughed once more at the thought of this. He watched the boy walk down-range and put up a target. He back up about three meters and shot. It was a hit. Freidrich burst out laughing at the young boy. Not in a scoffing way but, in sheer amusement.

"Hey, Bruusy! I hope you never get that close to a Russian without a bayonet. Those stupid Reds aren't half bad in hand-to-hand. After saying this Freidrich lifted up his rifle and looked down the sight. Looking at the target he had set-up about fifty meters away. The crack of the rifle made a few of the more skiddish boys around him jump with fear. Freidrich took Franz's binoculars without asking, for he knew he wouldn't mind, and looked at where he had hit. A great shot. He had missed the star by only centimeters it showed.

"Well,Franz. I've seen your hand with a bayonet. Now how's about with a rifle?" He said in a very challenging way.

[Franz Walters]

Hearing these words, Franz grinned. He was leaning against a tree, with the helmet giving a shadow over his eyes and nose, leaving his grin only seen. He kicked his back leg, releasing him off the tree. He took his Kar98, and aimed at the star. Fireing a shot off, he hit right in the bullseye. Franz pulled the slide out, releasing the empty cartiridge. Franz put a new one in, pushed the slide back, and pulled the bolt down. He fired another shot, in the same place, knocking it off. "Damn." Franz said in frustrastion. He walked back , replaced the paper target, and pulled back the slide, the cartridge exiting. He put a bullet in the chamber, pushed the slide back, and put the bolt down. "Alright, Freidrich. Your turn!" Franz said while sitting down. Franz let out a yawn, due to waking up at 3:59 AM, not being able to get back to sleep. He just had war images in his head all the time. Most were of soldiers rushing around in the desert, being shot, wounded, or doing the same to an enemy. He saw explosions around the battlefield. Until finally, a gunshot from another soldier got him out of this day- nightmare, and Franz refered as it.

[Obergefreiter S. Reinard]

Sepp was walking toward the Range with a lit cigarette in his mouth and his rifle strung up over his shoulder and a U.S. Helmet in his left hand. As he got closer he heard some yelling it was muffled but he could make it out. He said it to himself "Alright, Freidrich. Yo...Your Turn? Huh i wonder who is at the range yelling". Sepp Started to jog to the range. Once he arrived his cigarette dropped from his mouth and he took his US helmet that he had gotten from a friend that served on the Western front. He put it on what looked to be a scare crow. Sepp Stepped back about 450 yards and yelled "Clear the way! Incoming shot!". Sepp waited for everyone to clear the way than he took his shot. It hit the US helmet dead int he middle, blowing it off the Scare crow. He took another shot toward the Scare crow's chest. It hit right where the heart would be on a human. He took three more shots at it which all hit in the chest. Sepp than yelled "Alright go back to where you were if you wish!".


Sepp put the Kar 98 back over his shoulder, walked to his cigarette and picked it up. He re lit it and walked to the scare crow looking at where he had hit. He walked about 10 yards behind the scare crow and picked up the US Helmet. He looked to his right and saw Freidrich and Franz, Although he did not know Freidrich but he knew Franz. "Hey Franz, did you see my shooting?, how are you and who is your friend?" Sepp asked quickly. After getting his response he nodded to Freidrich and said "Nice to meet you sir, i am Obergefreiter Sepp Reinard".

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

Freidrich had just witnessed Franz's skill with a rifle. So he picked up his and took another crack at the star. CRACK! A perfect shot.

"Looks like I've done exactly what I wanted to do." Freidrich said smiling to himself. He loved showing up the new recruits any moment he could get.

Freirich got to joking a bit with Franz until he saw another man jog up and tell them to, basicly, hold their fire as he went down range. He saw the man put an American's helmet on a practice dummy used for bayonets. The man retreated back to the firing range and took aim.

First shot hit it's mark knocking the helmet clean off. The next did as well but, this time hitting the chest. Both instant kills on humans.

After this display of marksmanship the man looked at Franz and greeted him. He then turned to Freidrich and did the same.

"Likewise." Freidrich said. He was a little wary of this man. He seemed a bit "cocky." This made him a bit uncomfortable but, he kept his manners up.

"My name's Freidrich Blutstein. And welcome to this little firing range." He said looking a bit seriously.

[Obergefreiter S. Reinard]

[ ima post since franz has not been on or posted in abit]


"Danke Herr Blutstein, now if i may be excused i must practice my sniping with iron sights" Sepp said. Sepp nodded down to Freidrich and walked toward the helmet. After picking it up Sepp walked on to a sand bag with a practice target taking cover behind it. Sepp put the helmet on the barley seen target and ran back another 500 yards this time. He went prone and aimed his iron sights down on the sandbag right where he thought the head of the target was. He fired off his rifle and watched sand explode from the bag and the helmet go up in the air and fall. He smiled, picked up his rifle and ran toward Freidrich with his rifle over his shoulder.


"How was that?, i do not mean to sound cocky but i am impressed with my own shooting". Suddenly a couple birds were flying over head. Sepp took his rifle off his shoulder and fired toward the bird, it only hit the tail but the bird fell. Sepp put the rifle over his should again and smiled. "i am proud of my shooting now, i hope to get changed to sniper instead of regular rifleman, So Herr Blutstein what do you think of my shooting?" Sepp asked. After the response Sepp nodded and said that he must go practice some more, and quickly walked off and started to smoke a cigarette.

[Franz Walters]

OOC- Sorry about the wait.
IC- Franz watched the shots go off. He then watched Sepp walk off. Shrugging, Franz took a pin from his pocket. It was a jacket pin that he had found. He had found a quite few of them, so he didn't mind blasting this one. "Hey guys, watch this." Franz managed to dig the pin into the paper target, holding it in place. Franz walked back, backed up a few steps. He aimed at the target's top, and fired. The bullet riddled through the pin, breaking it into metal pieces, and it then hit the tree in the background. Franz pulled back the stock, emptying the empty cartridge, put a new bullet in, pushed the stock back, and slapped the bolt down. "How was that?" Franz asked, quite suprised he actually hit the pin. Franz walked to a table and sat down. He took a beer that he had brought, and popped off the cap, causing the beer's fizz to rise up, and spill a bit."Woops!" Franz spoke, takeing the beer away. After the fizz stopped spilling, Franz took a sip. His tounge was cold, and was now even colder. He wasn't very use to the cold, do to the fighting he had done in Africa, but he could probley adapt to it. Franz just sat down and thought about the war, if it was going to end, and if it was, When, and he would be happy for it to end soon, but he knew that would never come true, but he still thought about the small possbility it could happen.

[Stabsgefreiter F. Blutstein]

"Not bad." Freidrich said to Reinard. "It was always my dream to become a 'sniper' ,as many call it, as well. You are very cocky young sir. This may be the death of you. Try not to let it. I've seen many good soldiers die because of underrestimating their opponnent."

Freidrich watched as Franz took a pin from his pocket and put it on a target. He shot and it hit. The metal piece broke into little shards of nothing. Freidrich laughed at what he saw in a scoffing way.

"The more I hang out with you Franz. The more I see a child in you." Freidrich said with a big laugh at the end of what he had said. "Exhibition is nothing if you can't hit a human. Am I correct?" Freidrich said as he watched the young man open a beer and spill a bit of it.

"You know. Alcohol kills the mind my mother always said." After seeing Franz's face again Freidrich let out a short chuckle.

[Obergefreiter S. Reinard]

Sepp stared to Freidrich. " i never under estimate my enemy i think of them tougher than i, i have shot many Russians and Americans. They are very tough, but they are also very clumsy at times." Sepp said. Sepp than saw Franz shoot a pin and it explode into shards. Sepp smiled to himself, "Good old Franz" Sepp said. Sepp than looked over to a couple other Germans standing chatting by the firing range, but than one of the started picking off the targets. "Jesus that guy looks like he is only about 16 yet he is a great shot!" Sepp exclaimed.



Sepp than looked to Frederich and Franz. "Honor to meet you sir, and see ya later Franz" Sepp said. Sepp than started walking back toward the barracks at the base. He lit up a cigarette and prepared for the long walk ahead. Before starting his walk he walked over to the 15 year old marksman and congradulated him on his shooting. The boy thanked him politely, Reinard thought to himself "Great shot and polite also, very rare to see these days".
Reinard than started his walk down the dirt road smoking his Cigarette.

[Friedrich Bäcker]

[It seems we have a coincidence here! Oh, and my Out Of Chaaracter things are in brackets like this. Still not quite used to 15+ line posts...I'll try to aim for 20 at least.]

Friedrick, rather restless, got out of his bed. Hejust sat there for a moment, trying to get fully awake; he wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight. After a few minutes of thinking and wondering, he got dressed. "Ohhhhh...can't sleep...heh, mabye I'm just excited about getting to go to the firing range today!"

He looked a his new uniform. He rather liked the neat design. The shape of the helmit was rather good. And he liked the colours, too. After a moment or so, he started walking, and out the barracks. Where to, he hadn't decided. He was just going to take a look at the whole place, see new areas, and maybe even see if anyone else was awake and wandering. He just walked around looking, sometimes running. Despite the time, he felt rather energetic. He excercised a bit while going around, mainly just to pass the slow time. He looked at the sky...not exactly a clear night, but at least the moon could still be seen. "Huhhhhh...I wonder where any other guys are...maybe over there... He approached where the others were, eventually noticing they were there. He thought to himself... Finally, someone I can talk to! No I won't have to do all this alone...

He ran over to them, eager to greet them. "Hello, there! I am Friedrich Bäcker. I'm the new guy...I was too restless to sleep, since today was the first day I was supposed to go to the firing range. And you all are...?

[Nathan Whyte]

Remember guys, only posts longer than 15 lines earn CP.

Blutstein - 5CP
Walters - 2CP
Auerbach - 2CP
Reinard - 3CP