Meeting Elija Thomas

[ridgway]

Lewis had got word of a new recruit of whom he wanted to meet. He was a private recruited a few days after the bombing. He had planned to meet him at the Shooting range so he could get a little target practice with his newly purchased M1 Carbine. He walked down the beaten muddy path. It had rained the night before so everything was wet. When he arrived at the range he had noticed there was an old German vehicle sitting down range for target practice. Along with 10-15 sticks with German Helmets on top of them. He took the light framed Carbine off his shoulder and put a clip into the gun. He then pulled back on the action and aligned his cold iron sights with one of the German helmets. "Ping" The helmet flew off the stick as the 30 Caliber chunk of lead put a enormous dent into the side. After shooting a few more rounds he sat down on the bench and waited for Pvt. Thomas.

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Elijah looked down at the slip of paper she held in her hand as she made her way across the base. Sergeant Lewis has requested her down by the shooting range? As it was her first day as an official US soldier, she had no idea how to locate either Sergeant Lewis nor the shooting range. It wasn't as if there were signs strategically posted around the base for lost soldiers.

"Uh, ex- Ahem. Excuse me?" Elijah cringed slightly; how could she have forgotten to lower her voice? "Where's the shooting range?" The soldier pointed just west of the direction she had been heading in originally. Elijah muttered a quick "Thanks" and headed off.

Somewhere nearby a gun went off. She headed in that direction, sure that was the shooting range was located. She turned a corner just in time to see a helmet go flying. A man stood a few feet away. As soon as he sat down Elijah walked up to him and saluted.

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"Thomas!, ahh nice to see you Private!"[/i] Lewis stood up saluted him then asked him " Care to join me just thought maybe you wanted a little target practice and maybe I could get to know you." Lewis shot a few rounds down range a couple of helmets went flying. Then he turned to Thomas and asked "Want to try out my Carbine she shoots great here give her a try[/b] Lewis Hands his carbine over to him.

OOC: Sorry its so short not much to post right now and I kinda got writers block lol

[nathansinfantry]

Jack stood against the wall of the prefab building, is carbine secure in both hands. He looked over his shoulder, five privates were stood preparing for the training. "Ok guys, we go in on 3....2....1" He kicked the door open and took a few steps inside, dropping to one knee and bringing his rifle up. He fired the first bullet at a helmet and three more soon followed. The rest of the squad moved in behind him, clearing every foot of the room. Jack climbed to his feet, keeping the rifle ready. "Good job boys, but James, you missed him." He broke off to point at one helmet still on its stick, less than a metre infront of James.

He stepped outside, putting a new 15 round magazine into his weapon. Jack nodded in recognition of Damian Lewis, they'd met in France, forced to work together to attempt to outwit a German sniper. "Hey Damian. Who's the new guy? He is joining the 3ID, right?" He took a few steps over, extending a hand. "Sergeant Jack Knight. Battalion stud."

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"Um, sure, sir," Elijah replied, this time remembering to deepen her voice. She pulled the strap holding her MK4 over her head but before she could do any more Sergeant Lewis had sent a few more helmets flying off their broom stick bodies.

Elijah hesitantly took the sergeant's firearm, resting her own against the waist-high wall that separated them from the shooting range. She cast a glance at Lewis as she aimed the Carbine at the nearest target, checking his expression to make sure she was doing it correctly. Not noticing any significant change in features, she turned her gaze to the German helmet. After a deep breath, she squeezed the trigger.

Fortunately, she had had a friend of hers teach her to shoot a gun properly; she had braced herself for the recoil. The only evidence of her being new to firearms was that she blinked when it went off. Unfortunately, her friend hadn't given much attention to her accuracy. As a result, the bullet clipped the side of the helmet, sending it spinning.

Elijah looked up just in time to see another man, most likely a higher ranking than she, sauntering over from of the empty buildings nearby. She lowered her weapon and took the man's hand.

"Private Elijah Thomas, sir." she replied. At the stud comment, a slight color rose in her cheeks. Hoping to distract the two men from the fact she was blushing, she quickly changed the subject. "Uh, 3ID?"

[nathansinfantry]

Jack looked Elijah up and down. He handeled his weapon well, apart from the blinking. Nathan groaned alightly as he realised that as an NCO he would have to put this right. He drew his own carbine and brought it up to his shoulder. "Look, try not to blink when you fire. If you're doing some sustained fire on a Bren gun or a 50. cal etcetera, you'll be pretty much blind. You'll get used to it over time, but I want you to log plenty of time here until you can keep your eyes open." He let off five shots at various targets, helmets flying left right and center. He smiled as he placed his weapon against the low wall.

"Anyway, the 3ID is the best division that we have. Armour, infantry and aerial cover. My brother is the unofficial leader of the air company, or atleast he thinks so. You'll do well to join. Me and Lewis are pioneering, well, trying to pioneer and airborne company. But then again, you might rather keep your feet on the ground. Now, you woulda seen the new receptionist. Is she hot or what?" Jack shared his brothers attitude with members of the female persuasion, and the general appreciation of them.

[Rhys Bevan]

Rhys scurried towards the Track N' Field in good spirits. He reckoned that Nathan owed him a race, hopefully with a pint attatched in some way to the bargain. Few of his friends nor companions had been stationed in the nearby barracks, barracks almost flooded with Patterson's boys. Rhys had nothing against the 3ID but they could be exceedingly arrogant at times. Nathan was alright though and his brother wasn't too bad. Anyway, he told himself, he was being sent off to Africa within the fortnight and would be back on the battlefield in less than a month. The battlefield. His true home.

A couple of Privates glanced at the Staff Sergeant and burst into chortles of laughter. Rhys sighed and turned his back on them, continuing down the well-trodden dirt road.

Bevan has only got one ball,
McMillan has two but very small,
Brennan is somewhat sim'lar,
But poor old Brentwood has no balls at all.

Bevan has only got one ball,
The other is in the Albert Hall,
His mother, the dirty bugger,
Chopped it off when he was small.

She threw it over Hungary,
It landed in the deep blue sea,
The fishes got out their dishes,
And had scallops and bollocks for tea.

Rhys felt his cheeks turn red as he rounded on the two young privates who had imaginatively butchered the tune of The Colonel Bogey March. The two were trying and failing to hide their childish sblack personing.

"It weren't us, Sergeant," smirked the first, a raven-haired boy with a heavy Cockney accent to the giggling of his gawky-looking friend.

"Catchy tune," said Rhys dryly. "Very amusing. Tell you what, I've got an idea that might be even more amusing. Why don't you hum that very cheerful tune to yourselves as you do twenty laps of the barracks?"

The privates' faces fell.

"Oh, come on, sir!" appealed the first boy again as if a great injustice had befallen him. "It wasn't us, 'onest,"

"Well, then, I'm afraid you'll have to take it up with your lawyer," replied Rhys cooly. "Good day, gentlemen and by all means, enjoy your run,"

Ignoring the mutinous mutterings of his subordinates, Rhys continued down the path to find a small group of vaguely familiar figures talking amongst themselves. Jack Knight, Nathan's brother, was the most well-known to Rhys, while he would count Damian Lewis as little more than an acquaintance. The third figure had the biggest impact on Rhys; he was sure he had never seen him before yet there was something odd about him.

He looked waifish in comparison to the well-built men beside him, and as first impressions went, he didn't go down as a particularly strong or masculine figure. He certainly wouldn't be Rhys' first choice as an ally in a battle situation, Rhys observed, but then perhaps he was being unfair. Mabe the private would surprise him. He didn't know. But there was something unsettling about him; his appearance, his stance, his body language. Rhys shrugged off his misgivings and joined the trio.

"So," he grinned. "Gonna introduce me?"

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"Yes, sir," Elijah replied, listening to Jack intently. She hadn't been aware that she had blinked, but the sergeant wouldn't have gotten on to her if she hadn't. She wasn't sure how she could learn not to blink when she fired a gun; she'd probably have to hang around the shooting range more often and get used to being around them first. Maybe she could arrange to ask someone to show her how to shoot properly. Perhaps Sergeant Knight would be so kind as to volunteer-

No! Elijah snapped back to attention. As far as they were concerned, she was a man. Men don't think about other men! She suddenly noticed that Jack was talking. Thanks to her wandering mind, she missed the first half of his monologue, so she had no idea what he was talking about. The last comment, however, was heard loud and clear.

"What?" Elijah shot him a confused look, but then remembered that it was typical guy talk and attempted to play it off. "You mean... the brunette? Yeah, she has a nice ass." It made her slightly uncomfortable to talk about another woman like that, but if she didn't then the two men would become suspicious and possibly mention her to other soldiers. She didn't know what would happen if the higher-ups found out she was impersonating a man, but chances are it wouldn't be pleasant.

[riley]

OOC: Thought I'd join in on the fun. Eligah's character really interests me. Everyone wants to hit on the chick eh?

Lieutenant Shawn Riley let out a sigh of relief and yawn of relaxation as he finally got some pesky new recruits out of his hair. He had brought them over to the obstacle course to help train them, and if anyone knew Riley they knew he wasn't the kind of commanding officer that sat back and merely watched his men run the course, he was the kind that actually ran it with them. Throughout his time serving in the military, he had discovered by being such a leader it created a bond with his men. Usually an unbreakable kind of bond. But then again, there were still some men in his unit that he was still a bit fuzzy about, mainly because they hadn't been in his Company. But now he had received word from Good Ole' Patty that he was being transformed from Bravo Company over to Easy Company, the new airborne company. Riley would have to thank two of its newest members, Jack Knight and Damian Lewis for being sort of the pioneers of the unit, even thought the idea had been fresh in Riley's head for quite a long time.

As the Lieutenant was making his way over to his barracks, oddly he found just the people that were on his mind. And an additional two others as well. One was a man from a different division, a Rhys Bevan. Riley had seen the man's face a few times before and heard about him, but he didn't recall every meeting him. Then there was another, a new face, one Riley had never seen before. Probably a new recruit or somewhere along those lines. Riley approached the small group of soldiers, his Thompson strap slung over his right shoulder, as he listened in on the conversation. "Anyway, the 3ID is the best division that we have. Armour, infantry and aerial cover. My brother is the unofficial leader of the air company, or atleast he thinks so. You'll do well to join. Me and Lewis are pioneering, well, trying to pioneer and airborne company. But then again, you might rather keep your feet on the ground. Now, you woulda seen the new receptionist. Is she hot or what?"

Riley appeared out of the shadows as the unknown man began to speak of the receptionist. Riley almost chuckled, but then he put on the most serious face he could. "AHEM! Private let me get this straight! I do not tolerate such behavior or lang-" The Lieutenant stopped mid-sentence, afraid he might have scared the Private a bit too much. He only chuckled and patted him on the soldier. Strangely, he got caught up in the man's eye, sickening himself a bit. Riley felt so odd as he pulled his eyes away from the mans. "Didn't mean to startle ya. Just givin' ya a good ole impression of Captain Patty. Hehe. But I do have do agree with you there. It is rather nice." Riley winked at the man and then shook hands with the man and greeted himself. He did the same to Bevan, and smiled and nodded at the man. And then he looked over at Lewis and Knight. "So you two are the ones I'm to thank that my ass is going to be jumping out of a plane for? Haha. Thank you, it was just what I was wishing for. Lieutenant Shawn Riley, appointed commander of Easy Company. Can't wait to jump out of some planes with you two some day." Riley looked over to Jack and also uttered "Oh and your Nathan Knight's brother. I remember you, from that day in the tent I believe? He's a good man, you seem like one too." Riley held out his hand to shake for the last time.

Riley walked past the two and pulled his Thompson off from its rightful place on his shoulder and let it against the waist-high wooden wall, leaning up against the wall for support as well. He slipped off his helmet and let it thud to the ground beneath his feet and brushed his hand back through his hair. He preferred training in full combat gear. It trained you for the real thing. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his breast pocket, and slipped one between his lips, before igniting the tip with his lucky lighter "Betsy". Before he could return his cigarettes to the pocket he held them out to the others and offered them a smoke.

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Lewis some what lost amidst all the new people at the range now. He was very lost so many conversations, at once. He heard someone talking about 3ID's receptionist. Amongst hearing about her Lewis turned and said "Oh her?, yea she has a very nice ass!" Then turned over to the incoming Lt. and said " Sir! Nice to see you around, haven't seen you for a while, where have ya been?" Throwing a salute. Lewis nodding a thanks for the smoke to Lt. Riley, grabbed it and stuffed the loosely packed tube of paper into his mouth. Lewis reached into his pack and grabbed, his lighter and lit up his cigarette. The smoke pored out of the end of the paper as he took the first breath, of the refreshing cigarette. He reached around and put the lighter back into his pocket. "Wait" He thought, "Maybe someone else wants a light?" Lewis pulled the lighter back out of his canvas pack, and asked "Anyone need a light?"

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Nathan stepped back from the wall, humming away.

Bevan has only got one ball,
McMillan has two but very small,
Brennan is somewhat sim'lar,
But poor old Brentwood has no balls at all.

Bevan has only got one ball,
The other is in the Albert Hall,
His mother, the dirty bugger,
Chopped it off when he was small.

She threw it over Hungary,
It landed in the deep blue sea,
The fishes got out their dishes,
And had scallops and bollocks for tea.

”Oh, hullo Rhys. Have you heard the new song going around the camp? Me and my brother wrote it for you, we though you might like it.”

Jack slapped Elijah on the back, pausing slightly as he felt a strap crossing his chest. He thought nothing of it though as Riley came jogging over. "Good morning Lieutenant, how are those new recruits?” he asked brightly, taking a box of ammunition from the shelf by the range. He sunk his teeth into the plastic wrapping and tore it open. He pulled up the cardboard flap and began filling some more magazines with the brass rounds. He shook his head at the offered cigarettes, ”They always mess me up in the field.”

”Good man, Thomas, maybe you could take her back to your room,” the Sergeant grinned as he eyed up Riley’s Tommy gun lying against the wall. ”Errm, Lt. I’ve been thinking of putting in an order for one of those Thompson’s. Could I give yours a quick test fire?”

[Rhys Bevan]

Rhys smirked as Jack erupted into song. The kiwi seemed very proud of himself. Rhys was less so.

"Oh, hullo Rhys. Have you heard the new song going around the camp? Me and my brother wrote it for you, we though you might like it.” he said obnoxiously.

"Really?" answered Rhys calmly. "Well, congratulations are in order, I believe. I didn't know you could write,"

He turned back to Thomas, who looked so out of place amongst the others, he looked almost comical. Rhys couldn't place his finger on it but there was something strange about him. He shrugged. Maybe Thomas was gay; that'd explain it. If he was, he'd have to tread carefully. The army wasn't exactly fond of homosexuals and if they were to find out, they'd strip the offender of his stripes and boot him out. Which, ironically, was rather homo-erotic.

"Rhys Bevan," said Rhys forgetting himself, stepping past Jack and holding a hand out for Thomas. He nodded at Riley. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure, Lieteunant. I'm a great admirer of your work in France,"

He grinned at the assorted men before him and withdrew his revolver. It was an old, crude thing, but he carried it with him everywhere he went, a good luck charm of sorts. It could barely shoot anything but who knew? Perhaps he could lob it at a German some day.

"So, gentlemen," he said grinned. "Are we going to blow the shit out of these targets or what?"

[Daniel Brennan]

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The following CP has been issued;


S. Sergeant Bevan: 3CP

PFC Thomas: 5CP

Sergeant Knight: 5CP

First Lieutenant Riley: 3CP



DISMISS!
~Dan