Thread: Wildlands (rskde & BurningWillows)

Shrake nods. I've got a daughter, four years old and doesn't even know I exist.. He says, quickly taking his hand away from his ring. It was a mistake to get married in this business. He admits, letting out a breath before nodding to her. Keep working, I'm gonna see what's up with that helicopter. He says before walking to the helipad, taking off his helmet and plate carrier, leaving him in his BDU's and his black t-shirt, the picture of Casper the friendly ghost sits on the back of the t-shirt, his eyes are red and he's holding an M16, the words 'Not So Friendly' underneath him. He climbs into the helicopter, checking the ammunition on the door guns and then climbing into the cockpit, grabbing a notepad and writing down some of the used frequencies from the radio. He unscrews the maintenance panel before digging around inside, tightening a few bolts and taking notes for some later improvements.. That is, unless it was destroyed in a stupid shenanigan. He climbs out of the cockpit and secures the maintenance panel again before stepping back out, ripping the radio frequencies out of his notepad and handing them to Em. Have fun. Is all he says before walking back inside, carrying his helmet and plate carrier with him. Derulo nods to her. You know me, causing chaos, shooting, stealing, whatever the United States Military requires of me, they put straight into my bank account! He says jokingly, jumping up before looking down at her. I've been gone for three days, I'm gonna take a shower, seeya doc. He says before jogging off to the showers, changing out of his gear and throwing his BDU's and his own Casper t-shirt into the wash, it'd be done by the time he was out. He grabs a fresh set of clothing, a red t-shirt with the same logo and the same BDU's. He throws his hat on top of the folded clothes and steps into the freezing cold shower. He clenches his eyes shut and leans his head against the wall, breathing heavily as the dirt and blood is washed from his skin, forming an odd color as it pours down from his body. He quickly finishes up and dries off, going over to the mirror in the bathroom to shave, finishing up quickly before throwing his wet clothing into the drier, grabbing his fresh clothing and putting it on along with his unmarked black hat. He grabs his helmet and his plate carrier, dragging it outside of the cave. He sits down next to Em and starts cleaning off the two articles of protection, scrubbing the plate carrier before checking the plate itself for any dents or holes. He does the same for his helmet, not even speaking to Em as he does so. Al looks at her, the sympathetic side of him sends some mixed thoughts his way before he shakes them off. Listen, I have nothing against you.. Orders are orders, if you stay here I'll get you your coffee, and we can even have a conversation about what you did.. But if Shrake catches you out, it's on me. He explains to her, he walks out and closes the door, locking it before holding up a single finger, walking up the hall to their rations post. When the Ghosts had first arrived, the rations post was stacked to the brim with MRE's, but now it contains whatever they could steal from the Cartel. He makes a cup of coffee, it's cold at first, but he walks over to a propane heater and flicks out a match, lighting it and turning it on. While it heats he makes himself a cup, wanting to savor the taste he hadn't had the pleasure of tasting for the last couple of weeks, resorting to shitty energy bars to keep awake during his night shifts. He walks back to her cell with the two cups, placing one on the floor before opening the door again, stepping inside and shutting it. The door clicks as it locks. Here. He says to her, offering her one of the cups as he leans against the wall, beginning to enjoy his own coffee. I didn't know if you wanted sugar or whatever, so it's black coffee. He explains.