Post by Daniel Brennan on May 18, 2008 12:02:32 GMT
OOC: Open to anyone, but you might have a bit of trouble fitting yourself in. 
Daniel sloshed through the ankle deep mud at the side of the road. His destination; a small, brightly lit concrete building a few metres ahead. The night was far from quiet. He could hear shouting and vehicles moving in the main part of the compound behind him and even from this distance he could just about here the loud music coming from the pub in the local village. Some sort of creature, maybe a rabbit, darted out across the road in front of him, making him flinch. He cursed to himself as he nearly slipped off the road altogether. Stupid weather; it was never this wet in America. A jeep slowly drove past him, going in the opposite direction. Daniel doubted it had even seen him, for he was wearing dark clothes and there was no light.
He jogged the last few steps up to the prison where he kicked his boots against the wall; trying to stop the mud from drying in. The prison was an imposing building. Windows too small for a man to fit through were cut into it's walls. It wasn't a real prison. Usually the people in here were in for only the night. Most of them had gotten drunk in the pub and started cursing at a CO or some other minor offense. Although there was a few people who were in for more serious offenses. He stepped through the outside door and into a brightly lit room. Most of the light that was spilling outside came from this room. A sleepy guard sat at a desk to one side, flicking through a newspaper.
"Here to collect a Corporal Smyth," Daniel said handing over a grubby piece of paper from his CO. Corporal Smyth had gotten drunk in the Pub a few days ago and started a brawl with a local, which then turned into a large pub-fight in which quite a few noses were broken. The six other soldiers who were involved had already been released. Daniel had heard that the five locals hadn't been charged with anything. The guard grunted as he heaved himself up from his chair. He led Daniel through a door and into a hallway with small cells on either side. He stepped at a door and fumbled in his pocket for the keyring. He found the right key and swung the door outwards. "Time to go home, Smyth" The guard leered at him. The corporal got up from the tiny cot he was sitting on and walked out to Daniel.
The guard shut the door with a loud clang. "And don't be getting into any more fights," The guard added. Thy walked sliently back to the main room where Daniel waited for a few seconds, braving himself for the sea of mud that he would have to go through again.
Daniel sloshed through the ankle deep mud at the side of the road. His destination; a small, brightly lit concrete building a few metres ahead. The night was far from quiet. He could hear shouting and vehicles moving in the main part of the compound behind him and even from this distance he could just about here the loud music coming from the pub in the local village. Some sort of creature, maybe a rabbit, darted out across the road in front of him, making him flinch. He cursed to himself as he nearly slipped off the road altogether. Stupid weather; it was never this wet in America. A jeep slowly drove past him, going in the opposite direction. Daniel doubted it had even seen him, for he was wearing dark clothes and there was no light.
He jogged the last few steps up to the prison where he kicked his boots against the wall; trying to stop the mud from drying in. The prison was an imposing building. Windows too small for a man to fit through were cut into it's walls. It wasn't a real prison. Usually the people in here were in for only the night. Most of them had gotten drunk in the pub and started cursing at a CO or some other minor offense. Although there was a few people who were in for more serious offenses. He stepped through the outside door and into a brightly lit room. Most of the light that was spilling outside came from this room. A sleepy guard sat at a desk to one side, flicking through a newspaper.
"Here to collect a Corporal Smyth," Daniel said handing over a grubby piece of paper from his CO. Corporal Smyth had gotten drunk in the Pub a few days ago and started a brawl with a local, which then turned into a large pub-fight in which quite a few noses were broken. The six other soldiers who were involved had already been released. Daniel had heard that the five locals hadn't been charged with anything. The guard grunted as he heaved himself up from his chair. He led Daniel through a door and into a hallway with small cells on either side. He stepped at a door and fumbled in his pocket for the keyring. He found the right key and swung the door outwards. "Time to go home, Smyth" The guard leered at him. The corporal got up from the tiny cot he was sitting on and walked out to Daniel.
The guard shut the door with a loud clang. "And don't be getting into any more fights," The guard added. Thy walked sliently back to the main room where Daniel waited for a few seconds, braving himself for the sea of mud that he would have to go through again.
