originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b]Burden of Blake's Boredom[/b]
[i]13:07, On the Wall[/i]
Blake was laying on his back, wearing full armor, except for his helmet. He was also wearing his usual glasses.
He was playing with a paddleball.
Chase, was crouching, scanning Dojoville through the scope of his Deposition.
He was wearing jean shorts, blue Nike sneakers, and a grey T-shirt that read, [url=http://img07.deviantart.net/97b6/i/2016/191/6/7/get_in_the_bubble_by_guyaricankitten-da9ii9k.jpg]"Keep Calm and Get in the Bubble."[/url]
It was scorching a** hot outside. The air was sticky, and it felt like 100°F.
And Blake had his complaints.
"Chase, I'm bored."
Chase looked out of his scope and looked at him.
"You seem to be having a whale of a time with that paddleball."
"No, I'm not," Blake argued.
Chase looked back through his scope.
"There's a coffee shop that's not Starbucks. I don't know about you, but I'm gonna go get a frozen cappuccino," Chase told him.
"But who drinks coffee during the dog days of summer?" Blake asked, "I'm burning alive out here. I want ice cream."
"How ironic and not surprising. One, Blake, you're a Sunbreaker. You should be more used to heat than me and JJ combined. Two, take off your armor if you feel like you're baking alive. Three, you can get out of the heat and inside a air conditioned building. Like that ice cream parlor next to the coffee shop I have my eyes on."
Blake sighed, "Fine."
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[i]Coffee Shop, Dojoville, 13:23[/i]
Chase was drinking a cold Cappucino, staring out the window, open seat in front of him.
His sniper rifle on his back.
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[i]Meanwhile, at the next door ice cream parlor[/i]
Blake was still wearing most his armor, his Dragon's Breath on his back.
He was having trouble picking an ice cream flavor.
[spoiler]Open, pick one or the other. Unless you have enough characters to do both. Just don't have replies to both in same thread.[/spoiler]
English
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"...just call me Alpha" He said
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"Fine. I just.... don't want to cause you stress by triggering those memories," Chase explained. "I'm Chase."
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"Two large shakes, please and thank you." [i]A man standing to the right of Blake said, speaking in a Russian accent. He wore an old T-55A helmet. He wore a black hoodie with a bullet proof vest over it. His wore simple bandage around his hand and wrist. An MP5 slung over his back with a revolver in his holster.[/i] "Hot day isn't it?" [i]He said to Blake, trying to make conversation.[/i]
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Edited by Splashback77: 8/1/2017 5:50:09 AM"I know. I made the mistake if staying out in it for too long," Blake replied.
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"At least you don't have to withstand refilling a 5000 gallon airplane. With the slowest gas pump invented, and when your only crew memeber plays non-stop country music."
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"Wow. Country music. I'm not sure whether to jealous or if I should pity you," Blake replied. He finally decided on a flavor. "Vanilla, please," he asked the lady at the counter.
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Edited by Jäger: 8/2/2017 1:32:45 AM"I guess pity would be better. But he's the only gunner to accept 50/50 pay."
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"Well, you can't complain if he's the only one," Blake laughed, "I'm Blake."
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"Yuri, nice to meet you." [i]The man replied.[/i]
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Blake did a little bow, then took his ice cream cone, and began to eat it.