Dorm A-13 (Open to anyone)

[Daniel Brennan]

thump, thump, thump, thump.The sound of Daniel's newly polished boots hitting the cold floor echoed down the hallway. In his hand was a grubby piece of paper with the word Dormitory A-13 scribbled on it in black ink. This was the room that the staff sargent had gave him as his Dormitory. Daniel wondered what the people sharing his dormitory would be like. Would they be cheerful enspiring people?, sad gloomy people?, or would they be just plain mean?

Daniel stopped. On the door in front of him were the words A-13 printed in bold, black writing. He took a deep breath and stepped inside the room. The room was 4 by 6 meters in length with 8 beds with stainless steel bedframes and dull grey blankets. There were sleeping figures in all of the beds but Daniel was really surprised by the lack of pornography posters and magazines that he was used to seeing in all the other barracks's that he had stayed in. There was one empty bed in a corner under the one small window in the room and Daniel guessed that it was meant for him.

He walked over to the bed. and threw his duffel bag on the small locker beside it. This dormitory was definatley the best one that Daniel had stayed in. He smiled to himself and started putting out his few personal belongings ...

[✚ Peter T. Brannigan]

OOC: Hope you don't mind me joining?

As Peter turned in his cot-like bed on the top-bunk, the Medical Officer couldn’t help but twitch from a sharp noise in the room, more of a clank from two metal objects, either way, Peter’s body jumped and his hazel eyes blurrily glanced about himself. The blanket covering his body was itchy to say the least, but nice, warm and cosy in it’s own-right, for it was all they had.

The Technical Corporal’s nimble fingers coiled around the top-end of his rugged blanket, patterned with different fabric colours towards the bottom, due to nifty ‘male’ stitch work in repairing the holes it’d acquired over it’s prior year’s use. Draping back the heavy blanket covering his slim, but nothing more than average torso, Peter’s body twisted to gaze over the edge of his metal bed frame, listening to the rigid bedsprings twang to the movement of his bodyweight.

Tiresomely looking upon a stern stature figure in the musky room, Peter gave a slight grunt to himself, hoisting his arm from out of the blanket properly, leaning against the edge of the top bunk’s frame lightly. “That’s Private Browning’s bed…” Peter said a little quietly, giving a weak smile from his vivid tiresome state, unaware to the rank, nor’ type of person who was actually in the room - for all he knew, it could’ve been a figment of his imagination.

Tech. Corp Branigan was freshly apart of the ‘Rangers First Battalion’, but already, he’d seen battle with his Commanding Officer on a personal level - if you’d call dragging your unconscious CO away from the thick of battle to fight another day, so Peter felt he’d already become apart of the Company, who just happened to be settled in this room, some of which who could sleep through a hail of bombing. The thought made Peter’s dry lips coil into a soft weak smile, his eyes squinted a little from the abnormal light littering the room. “Take good care of that bunk” the Tech. Corp lastly uttered out, again, not entirely realising the appointed NCO in the room, more along the lines of thinking the male was another Grunt.

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC: Nah 'tis open to all and I'm surprised anyone even posted

Hearing the voice, Daniel jumped about a foot into the air and dropped the T-shirt he was holding on the ground. He look around the small room tring to pinpoint the souce of the voice and saw that it came from a figure on a bed opposite where he was but up high. He walked a few steps closer before speaking so that he didn't wake up anybody else.

"Oh, I'm sorry" he whispered, " Where is Brow-" He drifted off when he realised what the other man was talking about. Private Browning was obviously dead. " Sorry, i will take good care of his bed" he murmured. After a few seconds of silence, Daniel took a few steps forward trying to see more of the man he was talking to. "Well anyway, Corporal Daniel Brennan from Boston at your service" he grinned. "Who am I talking to"

[✚ Peter T. Brannigan]

As the fellow Corporal jumped a little and accidentally dropped something within his grasp, Peter gave a slight grin to himself, dropping his head a little to conceal his amusement with the new soldier in the room, but hadn’t anticipated his approach so briskly? As the Tech. Corp perched himself up a little on the top bunk, looking more closely to the male before him, who somewhat politely spoke - surprisingly, most men had that slur of a grunt in their tone, a carelessness?

Listening to the naive recruit a little, Peter nodded slowly in the unsure response he made to Private Browning, but the Medical Officer shrugged it off a little, giving a more sturdier grin to the comrade before him, leaning over the edge to the stainless steel bed-frame to extend his hand outwards to the newfound corporal in the room. “Tech. Corp Branigan, just call me Peter -- always around to stitch you up” he said a little more light-hearted, renounced for his wittiness amongst the men, perhaps his medical training paying off for a intellectual mind, witty rather than arrogant alike most doctors.

“So, you replacing good ol’ Browning?” Peter asked a little curiously, giving a slight nod towards the empty bed across the room. “Lads aren’t fond of replacements, if you are” he soon slipped out shortly after, as if giving him a slight heads up, but in Peter’s perspective, he hadn’t much to worry about, the Ranger’s Battalion was still littered with new recruits - privates. So having another Corporal on deck, alike himself, wouldn’t do much harm. “Need a hand by the way?” Peter generously asked, changing the subject quickly, not really interested in debating the whole replacement scheme, to why soldier’s treated them miserably, before he began to roll back the blanket further, revealing his undergarments - pair of boxers and tatty white vest.

[Daniel Brennan]

Daniel grinned broadly and reached up to shake Peters hand, "Happy to meet you peter, and I sure hope that I wont have to be stiched up by you" . He leaned against the ladder at the end of the bedand started speaking again: Although the chances are that you will have treat me someday" he said in a thoughtful tone of voice.

Daniel walked over to beneath the window and sat on his bed. There was already sunlight coming through the window even though it was really early in the morning. " And I'm not exactly sure if I'm joining this battalion at all!" he exclaimed. "The person on duty at reception" he said refering to the dull gloomy room you come into when walking into the building. " just gave me this piece of paper and shoved me in this direction"

Daniel yawned and stretched his arms above his head " Yes, i'll take that hand if its ok with you" He joked then got off the bed and started packing in his things again ...

[✚ Peter T. Brannigan]

The thought of stitching up the newly recruit had Peter stubbed a little, thinking to himself. The most likely hood, was that he’d sometime have to deal with every soldier in the room, come sooner or later, most worrying thought that crossed the Corporal’s mind was; who would be there to stitch him up? His junior assistants weren’t fantastic at their job, but they done well at cleaning up wounds, the basics. So he could only pray, if or when the time ever came, he’d fall into healthy hands.

Giving a slight sigh, Peter continued to sit up straight and abruptly brush off the itchy blankets that’d engulfed his body. The Medical Officer wasn’t as muscular as most other soldiers along the torso, but his calves and legs seemed quite toned - perhaps from all that running around the field? Ironic when he thought about it really, how well built he was for the job he’d play in battle, rather than a fully fledged fighting soldier. “Ah, seems like you’ll be apart of our motley crew soon enough” Peter said a little jokingly, winking towards the male somewhat teasingly, as he began to step down the cold congregated ladder.

As the Tech. Corp slowly walked along the blistering cold flooring, he rubbed his palms together somewhat mischievously more than anything, wondering what goods the fellow Corporal had brought with him. “Alright Corp, what ya’ need a hand with?” Peter asked softly, as he leaned down to pick up the flailed shirt on the floor he’d dropped from earlier. “Smell like roses, where you been?” Peter said jokingly and teasingly once again, placing the T-shirt onto the bed, before glancing out the window slightly, giving a somewhat grimaced look “Muggy out…” he muttered to himself a little, rather than his comrade, his accent uniquely American, but the words he chose somewhat English spoken?

[Daniel Brennan]

By now, the sunlight was streaming through the window and it was turning the dark little room into a nice bright room. With that sunlight coming through the window, I will always be up on time, Dan thought to himself. Daniel suddenly realised he had been staring at the window for the last ten seconds and turned himself back to the job at hand.

"Well now that you mention it, I do remember jumping into a rose bush to escape from some damn Krauts a few weeks back" Daniel laughed. Daniel then reached down to the bottom of his bag and pulled out a picture of his girlfriend Sally, who was back home in the states. He stared at the picture for a few seconds before leaving it flat down on his locker.
"What the hell does muggy mean?" He suddenly said after hearing Peter talking to himself. He folded up a pair of trousers and waited for his answer.

OOC: Is that picture in your sig from Saving Privat Ryan?

[✚ Peter T. Brannigan]

Indeed, the sunlight was a piercing bunch of rays to be reckoned with, as Peter’s eyes again retreated to a squint, grumbling beneath his breath a little to turn his weary tired head away from the window, almost about to reach for the curtain/s, but abruptly realised there wasn’t any. “Eh…” was all he could muster out, before looking upon the new recruit once again, biting his lower lip slightly.

“Ah, I see -- let’s hope you don’t run from the Krauts all the time then eh?” the Medical Officer said with a grin, coiling his hand out to pat Daniel on the shoulder, about to retreat to his small bunk for some clothes, before seeing a picture of a young female being turned down on the Locker. “Wife?” Peter asked a little curiously, taking a slow step backwards, not changing his plans in retreating for some clothes whilst he asked his curious question, before answering the fellow Corporal’s own Question a little later “Muggy means… Muggy… Cold out” he said a little swiftly in his American tongue, before turning towards his bunk and lifting a small wooden crate open beside it, containing most of his belongings.

The Medical Officer had his back to Daniel for a brief moment, as he pulled out a pair of trousers to slip into, half showing his body and attention again to the male he questioned, awaiting a vivid answer of sorts. Buckling his waist up, Peter watched the male quietly, wondering in thought to himself…

OOC: Yep! So is my Avatar.

[Daniel Brennan]

Daniel was just finished tidying away the rest of his clothes (I know, Not very manlike) when Peter walked away to get dressed. In answer to Peters question, Daniel called out: " Nah, She's my girlfriend. Her names Sally." Daniel continued staring at the photograph, lost in thought. "Snap out of it Daniel" he told himself. "The only way you are going to see her again is if you win the war. and the only way you will win the war is if you stop thinking about Sally" He reasoned with himself.

"So Branigan," he called out. "Have you been in much fights while with the Rangers yet? Daniel flopped down onto his bed again and looked around the room. now that it was light, He could see a medium sized table in one corner with four stools around it.He could also see that there was a small pile of weapons in another corner. Presumably they kept their weapons with them at all times in this barracks.

[✚ Peter T. Brannigan]

Glancing towards the Male vaguely as Peter straightened out his trousers, he gave a soft “Ah” in compliance, more to himself rather than Daniel, before standing straight and rolling his shoulders a little to properly respond with “I see, glad to hear you’ve got someone back home waiting for you then” he said somewhat louder now the room was getting brighter, a few restless souls turning in their beds, trying to avoid the inevitable waking up…

As the Tech. Corp brushed his hands down his vest, he soon made his hands busy and reached into the makeshift transport crate for his medical Helmet, clearly showing the fine cut ‘Red Cross’ embodied in coloured ink across the front of the helmet. “Nah, I haven’t long been transferred” he said in a short compliance, running his nimble fingers along the crooked cold top of his helmet, before planting it on the bed-post of his bunk to hang, getting some of his gear ready. “Me and the Capt. Did have a run-in though, few nifty Krauts had us pinned down… Capt. Got a bit…” but he soon stopped as he shrugged, looking down a little “Hurt -- managed to get us back far enough to be picked up” he soon entailed, smirking a little towards the fellow soldier, before pointing and saying “Guessing you didn’t get those chevrons for nothing - how about you?”

As he questioned the fellow Corporal once again, Peter licked his drying lips, slanting his body a little to the side, as he unravelled a shirt, hoisting his arms up through the holes, allowing the open shirt to hang loose from his shoulders somewhat, still awaiting Daniel’s Answer patiently.

OOC: Aren't you going to reserve a Celeb to play as your character? =)

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC: I know a charcter I would like to play as but I dont know how to make those sig thingies.

Other OOC: Is that a new weapon?

Daniel looked up as Peter pulled out his helmet and intentionaly tried to wake up the other soldiers with his voice. "Wow" he laughed. "You saved the captain. Bet that put you on his good side" Dan said cheerfuly. Daniel looked around the room again and saw that most of the soldiers in the beds were twitching occasionaly and it looked like mnost of them were awake.

Daniel looked back to Peter and laughed: "Well I didn't exactly do much to get these" Daniel Started doing some starjumps to get himself active again. "After Dunkirk, we had need of a new corporal and I was the private with the most kills registered so i got the position" he said smiling. He stopped his starjumps then grapped his helmet off the floor and put it on his head where it belonged.

[✚ Peter T. Brannigan]

OOC: Don’t know how to make Signatures? And yes, it is a new weapon. Just bought it. =)


Peter gave a slight glance to the other sleepy occupants in the room, two of them being his Assistant Medical Staff, juniors in the trade. “Yeah - well, earning Captain Matherson’s respect isn’t easy…” Peter said dormant, shrugging a little to sigh shortly afterwards with “Personally, I think he makes less friends for a reason, isn’t all the harder to let go when they -- y’know” the Tech. Corp said with a slight shrug, beckoning his head a little to insinuate dying.

As Corporal Brennan outwardly admitted he didn’t do much to get the chevrons, Peter grinned a little to chirp a slight laugh himself. “Sounds like you’ve earned it to me” Peter abruptly said, pulling a slight raised brow look towards Corporal Brennan’s star jumping, before softly turning on the heels of his feet to take a step down along the side of his bunk, hauling his leg up to nudge the occupant bellow his bunk with the heel of his foot. “Get up Tompkins, you lazy sod” Peter said sternly to one of his junior staff, as his nimble idle fingers made their selves useful in doing up a couple of buttons on his shirt.

“So, Corporal…” Peter stated slightly aloud, as if to draw the attention of a few ears in the room. “Had anything to eat yet? I could kill for a cuppa’ tea” he soon beckoned out, grinning a little, as he planted his body against the bedpost of the double bunk at his side, yanking on some boots, giving them a quick strap up.

[Daniel Brennan]

"It sounds to me that Captain Matherson should cheer up" Daniel called out to Peter while he was double then triple checking that his boot laces were all done up.
"have you tried emtying a buket of cold water over his head yet?" Daniel laughed. He did up all the buttons on his shirt and then started rummaging through a small pocket on his bag. a few seconds later he pulled out an expensive looking watch and slipped it on his wrist.
"This was a going away gift from the general that I used work for" he told Peter while looking fondly at the watch.

Daniel looked up as Peter shouted at the man below him. Daniel smiled: "Hi there ... er Tompkins" he said to the ruffled looking man who had just crawled out of bed. Then he turned his attention back to Peter and said "Yeah, now that you mention it, I really could do with a simple slice of toast" then he got up and walked over to Peter. "So where is the mess hall anyway?"

OOC: Yeah, i dont know how to make picture sigs ...

[✚ Peter T. Brannigan]

OOC: Well, for starters, what Celeb/person was you thinking of using?
ALSO, after your post I’ll open a new thread in the “Mess/Hall” area, unless you wanted to make the new thread now? Up to you. SHHH, but making two separate threads, we’ll earn more CP…


Private Tompkins was a genuine guy, he’d do as he was told, but alike most of the men Peter had ever met, they all loved a good kip - who could blame them really? After beating back tiresome work, drills and roughing it due in battle. This was a simple salvation they had, the barracks, it wouldn’t be long until their unit would be reassigned to battle no doubt, so they had to make the most of it… Right?

As Peter watched the fellow Corporal make a simple joke and slide out a fancy watch, he couldn’t help but smirk somewhat, not even having to ask where he’d got such a fancy piece of equipment, as Corp. Brennan boastfully told him “A General?” Peter questioned a little further - finding it highly remarkable a simple, NCO Corporal would ever get such a present from amongst one of the highest combat ranking officers to their Army. “Wow, that’s a first…” The Tech. Corp said a little stunned, looking off towards the floor, finding it a little hard to believe, such a low ranking Officer could obtain such a worthy gift -- springing a new thought to mind, perhaps he found it in battle really?

Shaking the thoughts off a little, Peter merely shrugged and uttered “Yeah, it’s just down the hall” before he reached over and grasped Corp. Brenan’s helmet that was softly resting upon his head, tossing it onto his bunk. “Save that for the battlefield, we don’t want you looking so fresh here” Peter said with a wink, patting the fellow Corporal on the arm, knowing the men would most likely take the Mickey out of him, if they knew he was fresh in the barracks.

Slowly walking towards the doorway, Peter looked back one last time at the rising dead behind him, grinning a little to give finally give his attention to Daniel - before finally walking down the corridor…

[Daniel Brennan]

OOC- I was thinking of using Matthew Settle from Band of brothers ....

and yeah, you make the thread after this.


Daniel laughed at Peters stunned expresion "It was just some old man that I used work for when I was back home, this was the only thing he ever gave me other than my minimum wage pay that I got once a month". That old man never ever did do much for me but still .... I miss that job, and I hope I will live to work there again Daniel thought to himself.

Daniel was abrubtly wakened from his daydreams by Peter who had tipped Daniel's helmet off his head, "But I like wearing this helmet" he murmured to himself, but nevertheless he threw it back on his bed. By now it was definatley day-time outside and the room was brighter than ever. Anyone who had resisted the shouts and pokes from Peter now had to get up for the sunlight was shining straight at their eyes. Daniel left the room jogging, to try and keep up with the medic in front of him and once again, the hallway was filled with the sounds of his footsteps. thump, thump ..........