Post by ✚ Peter T. Brannigan on Dec 24, 2007 17:05:53 GMT
NCO/Grunt Mess Room
OOC: Sorry if I’ve kinda’ left you for a brief moment in my post.
As Peter Branigan abruptly lead the way towards the Soldier’s Common Mess room, the Medical Corp. Couldn’t help but grin to himself a little, already hearing the racketing noise emitting from the large fine wooden decked hall a short distance in front of them. It was barely early morning and it sounded like most of the barracks had shoved their way to the Mess Hall for some early morning grub; ‘poor cooks, must’ve been slaving all night to get that grub ready…’ Peter thought to himself a little, as his nostrils began to flare to the smell of food, his stomach rumbling ever so quietly.
Twisting his body a little, Peter looked to the freshly squeezed recruit on his heels. “Alright, here’s the Mess Hall Corporal, come Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner - this is our salvation” Peter said somewhat with a vivid grin on his lips, pushing his left palm against the wooden framed door to haul open, taking a long stride of a step into the room, holding the door partially open for the fellow Corporal. “What-ever you do, don’t gamble with Billy no nose over there… He’s a cheating crook” The Medical Officer said with a slight laugh, nodding his head towards a rugged looking male in the corner of the room, idly shuffling a deck of cards to himself, as if he was awaiting his newfound prey…
As Peter took another couple of steps inwards, he couldn’t help but sigh with a blissful relief, feeling the cheery aura of the room vibrate around them. “Go grab a seat -- I’ll get us some grub” Peter said with a smile, nodding towards the fellow Corporal somewhat, before turning and briskly walking towards the gradual line of soldiers trotting along the canteen’s side
OOC: Sorry if I’ve kinda’ left you for a brief moment in my post.
As Peter Branigan abruptly lead the way towards the Soldier’s Common Mess room, the Medical Corp. Couldn’t help but grin to himself a little, already hearing the racketing noise emitting from the large fine wooden decked hall a short distance in front of them. It was barely early morning and it sounded like most of the barracks had shoved their way to the Mess Hall for some early morning grub; ‘poor cooks, must’ve been slaving all night to get that grub ready…’ Peter thought to himself a little, as his nostrils began to flare to the smell of food, his stomach rumbling ever so quietly.
Twisting his body a little, Peter looked to the freshly squeezed recruit on his heels. “Alright, here’s the Mess Hall Corporal, come Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner - this is our salvation” Peter said somewhat with a vivid grin on his lips, pushing his left palm against the wooden framed door to haul open, taking a long stride of a step into the room, holding the door partially open for the fellow Corporal. “What-ever you do, don’t gamble with Billy no nose over there… He’s a cheating crook” The Medical Officer said with a slight laugh, nodding his head towards a rugged looking male in the corner of the room, idly shuffling a deck of cards to himself, as if he was awaiting his newfound prey…
As Peter took another couple of steps inwards, he couldn’t help but sigh with a blissful relief, feeling the cheery aura of the room vibrate around them. “Go grab a seat -- I’ll get us some grub” Peter said with a smile, nodding towards the fellow Corporal somewhat, before turning and briskly walking towards the gradual line of soldiers trotting along the canteen’s side