Share and Share Alike [Bevski]

[Rhys Bevan]

Rhys let out an animal-like yawn as he groggily rose from his slumber. He had been having a wonderful dream. Rafael Z. Wolfram dipped in a bucket of turpentine. It had been beautiful. Rhys suddenly remembered with a jolt what the Lieteunant had told him the night before. He was getting another roomate - someone to share his bunk. The Staff Sergeant moaned. He liked having the room to himself. It was bliss. Pure bliss. And now, it seemed like someone else was going to invade in his haven.

He had shared a bunk before back when he had been a Corporal. His roomate had been a Sergeant Major, the most pompous bloke Rhys had ever met. It had been awful. If history were to repeat itself, Rhys would most probably slit his own wrists - or more accurately, the wrists of his companion.

Rhys checked his wristwatch. 6:30 a.m. Fantastic. Day had told him that his roomate would be joining him at around seven. Whoever his new companions was to be, it looked like he would be meeting him sooner rather than later.

[edekbevski]

Edek was new to the Royal Welsh Fusiliers and until now he had been in a temporary room but now he was going to be sharing a room whith a Sergeant Rhys Bevan who he did not know very well. He had seen him in various places around the barracks and was a good friend of his brother David.

Edek looked to his watch and saw that it was 6:30. He had been told to arrive at seven but he didn't want to wait outside until that time so he decided he would go in then. he hoped his new roomate had already woken.

David walked in slowly and noticed the Sergeant was awake. He then walked over to his bunk and dropped his bag on the mattres. He noiticed that the room was clean unlike the other sleeping quarters he had seen. He thought it was probable because there was only one person in this room but that was about to change.

He then turned to Rhys and said"Hi i'm Edek Bevski and I am to share a room whith you" in a strong Polish accent.

As he awaited the reply he began to unpack and store his uniform nitely in the cubboard.

He then drew two bottles of beer from his bag and tossed one to Rhys.

[Rhys Bevan]

OOC: When you say David, I guess you mean Edek....

Rhys heard the sound of the door clicking open and saw a vaguely recognisable standing shyly in the doorway. Rhys couldn't place the face with a name but he had seen him around - he was one of the new pilots assigned to the Fusiliers. Rhys sighed as he realised he was one of his brother's motely crew. One of David's friends. And it was common knowledge that anyone willing to be David's friend was either clinically insane or dead.

"Hi, I am Edek Bevski and I am to share a room with you," he said in a formal, Polish brogue. It took Rhys a couple of seconds to fully understand what he was saying due to the almost comical dexterity of his accent. The informal greeting of "hi" seemed out of place. He had probably picked it up from David or one of his mates.

While unpacking his immaculate uniform, Bevski tossed a beer over to Rhys who caught it clumsily.

"Bit early for a drink, isn't it?" he grinned, tapping the bottle. "But cheers, I'll save it for later,"

He placed it on the windowsill with a bang and turned back to the newcomer.

"I've seen you around, Edek," he nodded, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "You don't look like an officer. What's your rank?"

[edekbevski]

OOC:my mistake I have modified it.

[edekbevski]

Edek grinned he knew that whoever the roommate was would not be glad to have to share his room but he also knew that the drink would make help their relationship. Edek then unpacked all his clothes and stuffed them into the locker along with a few pictures of his family and some other possessions.

He then heard Rhys ask "You don't look like an officer. What's your rank"?

"Flight Sergeant" replied Edek quickly hoping he did not sound as formal as he did the last time he spoke. He knew they would get on better if he spoke informally.

Once he had finished unpacking all of his kit and belongings Edek thought he would try and get to know his companion better. And he had plenty of beer to help him.

In between gulps of beer he asked Rhys "Have you seen combat yet I haven't"?

He quickly became more and more drunk until he became dizzy and fell down onto his bed.

[Rhys Bevan]

Rhys raised his eyebrows at the pilot's drunkeness. He had no intention of sharing a room with an alcaholic, but as usual God had ignored him.

"Have you seen any combat?" asked Bevski.

Rhys sighed. Great. The Pole wanted to have some kind of deep conversation with him about war. "Of course he had seen combat because, and let's see if you can understand this, I'm a soldier!" he thought. He was tired, he was annoyed and now he had been landed by some European drunk who seemed to be set on drinking his body weight in alcahol. At seven o clock in the morning, no less!

"Yes, I've seen combat," answered Rhys boredly, not the least interested in the conversation at hand. "You?"

Rhys rolled back over to his side and decided to ignore the answer when it came. He wanted at least another hour's sleep before he was forced to engage in some gruelling training excersise by a group of officers whose main attribution to the British army was yelling and being sweaty.

It would be a hard couple of weeks.

[edekbevski]

Edek was not impressed at first he had felt positive at the thought of sharing a room with David's brother but now it felt like a terrible idea. Rhys was nothing like his brother he seemed to be a boring snob with no interest but sleep and looking posh.

"That's the last time I buy you a drink thought Edek" thought Edek. "Why did I end up sharing a room with the most unfriendly guy in the British Army. Edek then thought that Rhys was just tired and might feel more friendly later.

"Yes I have seen combat" said Rhys answering Edek's question.

Edek could tell that Rhys did not want a big conversation he seemed like he just wanted to be alone but Edek decided Rhys would be far happier if he could bring him round to his way of thinking.

"I fought for my home country of Poland" he said proudly. "But I have not fought for the RAF yet".

Edek then thought that soon he would have to escape to the pub have a few drinks and have friendly conversation with the other Soldiers. He hoped that David and his gang would be there and David would buy the drinks as Edek was tight on cash after buying the most expensive beer he could find for Rhys.

[Rhys Bevan]

Rhys sighed and jumped down from his bunk, touching to the floor neatly. He knew what it felt like to be the new guy around the barracks. Rhys decided to be, if not particularly friendly, then someone to talk to, however inane the conversation.

"Well, you're a Fusilier now, my friend," he grinned with mock elegance, clapping the Pole on the back. "Fighting for King and Country and all that. I reckon you're gonna like it here, Bevski. Lieteunant Day's been going on about another Training Excersise in a bit. Maybe you could join,"

[edekbevski]

Edek watched as the Staff Sergeant dropped from his bed onto the floor and landed quietly. He seemed deep in thought.

Then Rhys broke the silence and said "Well, you're a Fusilier now, my friend" Grinning.

Edek decided that Rhys had noticed that Edek was getting aggravated and that he should be more friendly.

"Fighting for King and Country and all that. I reckon you're gonna like it here, Bevski. Lieutenant Day's been going on about another Training Excersise in a bit. Maybe you could join," continued Rhys.

"David told me about his Training Exercise it sounds like fun" said Edek Grinning back. "It would be good for me to practice my infantry skills incase I get shot down". "But I know that won't happen.

Edek had now finished his beer and he threw it into the bin on the far side of the room making a huge echoing noise through the room. He then turned to his bag to get another bottle but he could tell that Rhys did not approve of his drunkenness so he decided to drink it later.

[Rhys Bevan]

Rhys nodded vaguely. It wasn't that he had anything against the Pole but he hadn't been forced to share a room for years. Even as a child he'd hated not having a place to himself. Rhys shrugged and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. It looked like there would be little chance for the Staff Sergeant to catch up on some more sleep, so he made his bed immaculately and withdrew his folded uniform from the bedside table.

He turned towards the semi-cracked mirror just opposite the bed and pulled on his clothes, making sure that everything was just so. Few soldiers were granted the privilege of having mirrors in their rooms but Rhys was so nit-picky that the Lieteunant had agreed to it. When Rhys was confident that everything was present and correct, he nodded formally at his new bunkmate.

"I'm going to go and have a shower now," he said, slowly and clearly, unsure of the advancement of Bevski's grasp on the English language.

Worried that he was coming across as being a bit distant, Rhys smiled as warmly as he possibly could without making eye-contact.

"Tell you what, I'll meet you outside in half an hour, yeah? Maybe we can play a game of football or something? So...I'll see you then, OK?"

Satisifed that he had at least made a half-decent impression, Rhys exited the familiar room and made his way down the hallway towards the shower-rooms.

[Daniel Brennan]

MODERATION POST

The following CP has been issued:

Rhys Bevan: 5CP

Edek Bevski: 4CP


~Dan