I like to make things

Heya!

I happen to be George Clayton,
an Engineer working for
Reliable Excavation Demolition.

If ya need anythin',
don't be afraid to bother me.
I'm happy to help.

WAKE UP, RED BASE.

the-desert-fox:

bluareadenied:

*Ethel? As a nurse? He might not have known much about her, but she didn’t seem like nurse type— not with how he’s seen her in battle, of course.*

..Would it be pryin’ too deep to ask what ya stirred up in the Army?

*She glances at him and chortles at his expression.*

Not really. Around the time I finally got fed up with my work as a nurse, there was a Marine operation going on. One of them died, and… I decided to take his place. I’m sure you can imagine what happened after they found me out. It didn’t take long, either.

I was too young and stupid to have thought it through then, but I don’t really regret it… just the position it left me in afterwards.

*He’s quiet for a moment before speaking up, looking at Ethel with a bit of more respect then before* That’s a bit honorable of you. Foolhardy, of course, but ya already know that. 

2 years ago on July 16th, 2012 | J | 33 notes

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bluprovocateur:

Ah, judging by that reaction he’d made the right assumption in the bear being important to the other. Good, it’d work out in his favor. “I could, ah…possibly ‘ave somezhing of zhe sort, but it really all depends…” He waved his arm a bit in a contemplative gesture before laying it down and taking up the armrest between them, leaning in toward the other just a bit. “…on whezher or not I also possibly ‘ave keys to a certain jeep?”

As much as the bear was important to him, George did have to take a moment to consider what he was agreeing to. If he was to give keys to the Spy, then the other would be able to take it wherever he had desired, not always with his own knowledge. Of course, as far he himself knew, there was not going to be much of a place to drive the jeep to- but it was less of the destination that mattered then more of how much time was put into it. 

Casting his gaze down onto the Spy’s gloved hand before back up at his eyes, it was practically going against the rules to even be sharing a vehicle- but honestly, how much of a damn did the Administration give? Not to mention that if he didn’t have a say on the matter now, the Spy would probably continue pestering him about it later… and that he still had his bear. 

"…Alright. But we’re gonna have to lay down some rules. And I’ll need to make another set of keys if ya want them- only got myself a pair because I was figurin’ ya might’ve forgotten about it by now." 

2 years ago on July 16th, 2012 | J | 23 notes

WAKE UP, RED BASE.

the-desert-fox:

No, I don’t think you would, either. Hopefully you’ll never see some of it.

Ah… I… didn’t really have much going for me back at home. I got out, went into the Army… worked as a nurse for a while. Got tired of the shit I had to deal with, though. Didn’t seem worth it.

Working for RED has had its lousy moments, for sure, but I still think I’m in a better place here than I would be on the outside. Partially because what I did when I left the Army got me in a load of trouble. *She snorts softly.*

It’s kind of crazy, I’m sure, but I’ve enjoyed it here more.

*Ethel? As a nurse? He might not have known much about her, but she didn’t seem like nurse type— not with how he’s seen her in battle, of course.*

..Would it be pryin’ too deep to ask what ya stirred up in the Army?

2 years ago on July 16th, 2012 | J | 33 notes

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bluprovocateur:

What would it be, company secrets, personal information? Charles was fully prepared to lie convincingly about any of it but when George asked about that he nearly burst out laughing. That toy bear he’d found on the battlefield, the one Charles had been alluding to before they found the jeep and George completely forgot about it. Of course he wanted to know that, how simple!

“You mean to say zhat’s all you want to know?” Even he’d nearly forgotten about it, but it’s funny that now that information would be granting him access to a jeep. Funny how it works out that way, but he’d seen it happen like that many times in his work. Sometimes success in espionage came down to knowing the simplest things, even past conversations. “I admit, it’s disconcerting for someone to know your name wizhout zheir being proper introductions, isn’t it?” He grins and observes George’s reactions. “I was alluding to a certain object I located on zhe battlefield all zhose weeks ago. A toy bear. It’s yours, I believe.”

He almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing. So this is where his personal possession had a ended up. If the widened eyes and raised brows didn’t show how surprised he was, then it certainly shown in his demeanor as he turned more toward the Spy. How long he had searched, looking for that damned thing only for someone else to pick it up and walk off with it.  

"You’re joking." Is all that he can start off with, knowing full well that Charles certainly wasn’t. He couldn’t have fabricated such a lie when it was uncharacteristic of the standard mercenaries to even care for such a thing— but that was a gift to him. Along with his name written on it, explaining how the Spy had gotten a hold of that information, and having fought before would also explain how Charles knew it had belonged to him. 

"Do- Do ya still have it, by any chance?" By chance or on a whim Charles had not thrown out such a thing that held meaning towards the Engineer, that was hope. Even if it was crated away somewhere among the belongings of the enemy Spy before him, as long he knew it was there, that would be enough to strive for.

…Which left them both wanting something from the other. 

2 years ago on July 16th, 2012 | J | 23 notes

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bluprovocateur:

It was a curious thing to see the other completely forget the connotations of him speaking to a spy at the mere mention of a vehicle. The engineer took pride in his work, an admirable trait. Charles would say he found it endearing but the man worked for RED and he hardly thought such things about enemies. Least, that’s what he told himself. Either way, it was intriguing how the other conducted himself in conversing with an enemy.


When the Engineer mentioned information, Charles didn’t stop his eyebrows from raising. Well this had rather flipped on him. Of course, he expected this to come up since he’d been…unable to help in the past month…not that he knew much about vehicles anyway, but if he’d been there he’d have been at least able to make a claim for it. As much as he didn’t like it, George had a point. Question was, what did the Engineer want to know, and would it be something he could provide? He needed to tread lightly here.

“Zhen tell moi, Monsieur, what ‘as been on your mind zhat I could possibly know zhe answer to?”

"Somethin’ that I was wantin’ to know the answer to when I met ya. If ya remember back then, ya seemed like ya were keepin’ somethin’ from me. I had been distracted at the time by findin’ the jeep, but I remembered it later on. Don’t know where you’ve been for a month, but now that I’ve finally caught ya, I want to know. What were ya even talkin’ about back when I met ya in the woods?" 

It was something that had personally bothered him for quite a while; The Spy had recognized him by full name upon the first meeting, which probably wasn’t the only thing that Charles had found about him. It could have been simply nothing and he was wasting time, but George had needed to know for sure. 

2 years ago on July 16th, 2012 | J | 23 notes

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bluprovocateur:

bluareadenied:

[snip]

“Well Charles, what is it that ya want from me?”

“Oh come now, must zhere always be an ulterior motive?” Charles grins nonetheless, loving the myriad of facial reactions presented to him. He sees a few more people trickle onto the bus and he idly wonders when the bus will get rolling. “Well, since you mentioned it…I was wondering about zhat jeep of ours. ‘ave any trouble preparing it for zhe base?”

Fantastic. George had been hoping that the Spy had forgotten about the discovery since their time apart, but what a surprise, he was more interested in it then ever. Even so, he couldn’t help the crooked smile that crawled its way in place of the light frown at the thought of the jeep. 

"Figures that’d be the thing that you’re goin’ after. I fixed ‘er right up and took ‘er for a spin." The other side of that crooked smile started tugging upward, finally completing what a real smile looks like; he couldn’t keep even a partial expression on when talking about the bits of work he took pride in— And that jeep, he was proud of it. “She drives beautifully. The only thing she’s missin’ is a good paint job and a canvas roof- but hopefully where we’re goin’, we won’t have to worry much about the roof.” 

Here would come the ordeal of sharing a vehicle. “Now, Charles… you an’ I both keep insistin’ that it’s ‘our’ jeep. I’ve worked real hard on it, I’ve got the keys to it. Ya want part-ownership of it? Ya gotta tell me somethin’ that’s been on my mind for a while. An’ it’s gotta be the truth. If I even doubt that what ya say is lie ya aren’t gettin’ your hands anywhere near the jeep again.” 

2 years ago on July 15th, 2012 | J | 23 notes

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bluprovocateur:

bluareadenied:

[snip]

Making his way past a few noisy animals before taking a seat on the left hand side, right next to the window; a little scenery and fresh air would do good to make the trip go by faster. 

Charles was a very light packer. That and not unpacking from his trip had made it a very few relaxing/boring last days at Sawmill. Apart from Wednesday’s battle, which he’s mostly recovered from but still shudders at the thought of. It only made him more determined to get back at Hector at the first opportunity in 5gorge. But that would have to wait now, Ceasefire was in effect so it’d be best to not cause any noticeable trouble. Charles could say he was excited for the move away from the muddy hills of Sawmill, but at this point he’d done so much traveling that he’d rather just stick in one spot for awhile. Hopefully 5gorge was that place. 

Hefting his bag over his shoulder, he got onto the bus, immediately noticing a certain RED Engineer sitting by the window all alone. Charles had originally assumed he might sit next to Philippe or Abigail, but he needed to find out what had happened to that jeep of theirs in this past month and a 7 hour RED/BLU bus ride was too good of an opportunity to miss. Oh, bugging him was going to be fuuun. Casually walking up to George’s row, Charles set his pack down right next to George with a large grin.

“Zhis seat looks perfect, don’t you zhink?” Not waiting for an answer, he plopped down into the bus seat right next to the Engineer. Of course, the other could just move, but he’d have to pass Charles and he seems much too polite to do that. “Zhey’re sending us on quite a long ride, oui? A whole seven ‘ours~”

George had been looking out the window before hearing someone’s bag drop next to him on one of the empty chairs. Immediately suspecting that it was Hector, he was about to turn to the Pyro when it was a different voice that greeted him. Oh. Noooo. 

Mouth opening for a response, but of course he wasn’t even given a chance to object before the blue-suited devil was sitting next to him. It was honestly a bit too close for comfort, sitting with one whose job was to get close to the enemy in order to strike a knife in their back. At the least, ceasefire was active, and weapons weren’t allowed on the bus, but he damn well knew that no one was being checked and wouldn’t put it past a Spy to carry at least their knife on them. 

Regardless, that wasn’t his main concern. It was what the Spy said next that told him he’d be kept busy for a while. Closing his mouth, he inwardly sighed. Seems the bus trip was already loads of fun. “Yep, a whole.. seven hours.. with you..” Adverting his attention for the moment to see if he could catch sight of his Pybro, Charles seemed to purposely block his view, and of course, his only exit. Great. 

"Well Charles, what is it that ya want from me?"

2 years ago on July 15th, 2012 | J | 23 notes

WAKE UP, RED BASE.

the-desert-fox:

bluareadenied:

the-desert-fox:

Simple as that.

*She looks at him a moment - sounds like there’s more to it - but nods and resumes what she’s doing.*

So how long have you been working for RED, anyway?

Mhm. *Just takes that look with a smile* Ohhh.. I haven’t kept much track of the time. Maybe a year an’ a half, maybe two. How about you, Ethel?

*Suppresses another laugh. All these people only having worked a few years… she’s starting to wonder what she’s been doing with her life. Then again, this isn’t exactly a safe job; not everyone lasts long.*

Quite… a bit longer. Fifteen.

Seen more than my share of crap in that time.

Damn. I can’t begin to imagine what things ya’ve had t’ see… An’ I don’t think I’d like to spend time imaginin’ either. 

What’s got ya so roped down to the job, Ethel?

2 years ago on July 15th, 2012 | J | 33 notes

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Having retreated to his room a half hour after eleven, George was taking into account the size of the space for the last day that he’d be there. Although he hadn’t filled the room with many belongings to begin with, it seemed to hold a larger perspective to it then before. A double check to make sure there weren’t any sneaking clothes hiding beneath the bed or any crumpled up papers, nothing was found. Room 4b was clean, awaiting its next visitor to use it as a safe haven. Shutting the door for the final time, the Engineer went down to the shop to await for the transport to arrive. 

It wasn’t much longer until the sound of trucks pulling up rumbled through the air; Transfer was set in motion. Clutching the key to the Jeep in hand, he locked up the shop so intruders could not get in. Heading outside, he sees a ramp ready and waiting to load up cars- the few that it would taking, that is. Taking a few minutes to make sure that the Jeep was secured onto the truck, he turned back to the base; it seemed that the attendants could take care of everything. 

A few more minutes of hanging around for their actual transport to arrive, George perked up at the sound of loudspeakers blaring through the area. …They were all going to be set together? Oh boy. Not to mention whatever animals the others were harbouring were going to be up front in the bus…for seven hours straight… Rubbing his face, he noticed that they hadn’t said where the bus was actually located. Fantastic. 

Leaving the rest of his crated up belongings to the others, he set up to Level one, seeing that the others were already trekking out on the battlefield. Looks like someone knew where the bus was. A little bit of walking to be done, and there it was: a charter bus.

Seeming that the pets were already loaded up onto it, George took a moment to actually appreciate Sawmill one last time with a glance around the surrounding area. He hadn’t been around BLU’s Spawn as much as others probably had, but he wouldn’t have much time longer to either. Turning back towards the bus, George climbed aboard. Making his way past a few noisy animals before taking a seat on the left hand side, right next to the window; a little scenery and fresh air would do good to make the trip go by faster. 

2 years ago on July 15th, 2012 | J | 23 notes

WAKE UP, RED BASE.

the-desert-fox:

bluareadenied:

I hear ya. *Just to get rid of that omelet he quickly finishes it off, turning around to wash the plate off in the sink. Nothing had really dirtied it, and as far as he knew the place was going to be deserted come few hours time, but it still didn’t make for a mess to be made and not to be cleaned.*  

Maybe once we get settled in at 5Gorge, we could figure a way to get letters back to your family? If orders can be sent out and in, I don’t see why a general letter to let some folks know you’re alright would be too much of a bother. Nothin’ too specific to set off the Administration in any way, they’d probably be checkin’ the letter before it actually went out, but a simple thing can’t do too much trouble. 

*It’s a mirthless laugh that leaves her mouth.*

Thanks, but I’ve tried. Letters get to some of them… but I doubt all.

I am about due for another one to my brother, though. Thanks for reminding me.

*She follows suit and washes the things she used for cooking. No sense in putting everything up yet if someone else decides to wander in, but having a clean pan won’t hurt if they do.*

What about you? You sound like you’ve got family you don’t get to talk to much, either.

*A raise of eyebrows and a sympathetic smile is what’s offered after her statement. Moving over to allow room for Ethel to tidy up her utensils, he placed the now clean plate back up in the cabinet among the others. Glancing down at the floor for a moment at the thought of his own family, he averted his gaze back to the Soldier.*

My heart’s more in my work here then it is back in Texas. *Rolling his shoulders in a shrug, he added one last thing;* Simple as that. 

2 years ago on July 15th, 2012 | J | 33 notes