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Solid Snake	Dinna' Time!	Lead	[-]
Posts: 327 (03/01/05 16:10:18) Rank Corporal Primary Weapon M41A Pulse Rifle Secondary Weapon Magnum Desert Eagle Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Tags : None Pliskin was the first to enter. He was smoking a cigarette but took it out long enough to lick his lips. All he ate all day were 3 Baby-Ruths he bought from Gateway. He had a whole box in his quarters but wanted to save them. "Alright baby, what've we got?" Pliskin said, putting his cigarette back in his mouth and looking at his options. A cheese burger (courtesy of Burger King.) Soup Chile and steak. With the normal side orders that are always available. "Damn. I guess Chile will do." Pliskin said, scooping up his Chile with a ladle. Once he had his serving he took a moment to reflect, smelling both, his cigarette, and the Chile that was bound to taste like paste. "I wish I had some Nacho's." He muttered as he made his way to the closest table. Any minute, the others would show up. He produced a small device that looked like a tobacco container, but instead he took an ear piece out of it and put it in his right ear, he clicked a button and he bobbed his head to the beat of "No way" by Pearl Jam. He bought the "20-21st centuries' greatest hits" chip a long time ago, but hardly ever listened to it. Then he produced a small comic book from his back pocket and started silently reading it as he dug in to his Chile.
Solid Snake	Re: Dinna' Time!	#1	[-]
Posts: 327 (03/01/05 18:27:05) Rank Corporal Primary Weapon M41A Pulse Rifle Secondary Weapon Magnum Desert Eagle Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Pliskin finished the chile, but continued to read his comic. But then he was finished with the comic. He put away the comic, and then clicked off the audio player. It was quiet in the MessHall. He took a puff fomr his cigarette and turned in his seat. He didn't feel tired enough to his the sack. Instead he started thinking about the past. He thought about his father. A retired Colonial Marine. His father was very strict, but loving. It was him whom bought his beloved Desert Eagle for him when he was 17. The condition was to join the corp. His father got him into the good stuff. VR training, feild exercises, the works. "Oh yeah. Gramps was good too." He thought. His grandfather taut him the tricks, except he was using a Single Action Army replica. His grandfather was teaching him those tricks since he was a little kid. Aquiring the Desert Eagle and using his G'father's tricks made him happy. That and Baby-Ruth's. "Oh yeah, I owe em both for that." He thought. Hs grandfather and father loved Baby-Ruth's, He guessed it ran through the male side of his family. Then his memeries became sad. His Grandfather passing away, just a week after he started his Advanced VR training. And his Father catching lung cancer from smoking cigars. Pliskin has constantly thought about quiting his smokes, but it made him feelcloser to his father. As close as he could get. "Why'd you have to leave me guys?" He asked alloud. He slammed his fist on the table, "WHY?!" Pliskin started tearing, except he fought them back. He didn't want anyone seeing him like this.
Stokely	Re: Dinna' Time!	#2	[-]
Posts: 342 (03/01/05 19:29:42) Rank Corporal Primary Weapon M41A Pulse Rifle Secondary Weapon S&W 1911 .45 Pistol Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Stokely entered the mess hall and looked around. It was pretty much empty. He saw Pliskin sitting alone at one of the tables. He looked like a wreck. Stokely didn't really care. He walked to one of the automatic food machines, and selected the steak. There was a mechanical clank and a whooshing noise, then a plop as the chunk of meat dropped into his tray, followed by a squirt of what the marines hypothesized was supposed to have been barbeque sauce. He grabbed a chunk of stale cornbread, and a drink. There were a few varieties to choose from; fruit juice, iced tea, the rancid coffee, and soda. They all tasted the same. Except for the coffee, which tasted like a fine blend of sand and pureed horseshit. He pressed the button for the tea. Taking his tray, he sat at the closest bench, on the other side of the room from Pliskin, who seemed to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Nibbling the cornbread, he dug a battered paperback novel out of one of his uniform pockets; The Tide of Battle, an account of the short intercolonial war between the Brazilian colonies on Tau Ceti VII, atmosphereless and frozen but resource rich, and the Russians a century ago. Apparently the Russians were trying to muscle them into giving up territory to a new Sino-Russian offworld mining coalition, but the locals chose not to play along. Then a short-haul orbital tug packed with explosives blew a hole large enough to fly a dropship through through the hull of the Russian flagship. After a few months of fighting throughout the system and an unsuccessful ground invasion, the Russians lost patience and firebombed the colonies. So it goes. The writing was so-so, but it was enough to keep his mind off the food. It was just starting to get interesting.
Solid Snake	Re: Dinna' Time!	#3	[-]
Posts: 327 (03/01/05 19:36:52) Rank Corporal Primary Weapon M41A Pulse Rifle Secondary Weapon Magnum Desert Eagle Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Pliskin finally calmed himself down. He took a deep breathe...and caught the scent of steak and coffee. He turned and Saw Stokely, ready a paperback novel. "The Tide of Battle". He remembered that book. His father made him read it a couple times. He honestly thought it was a good book. Better than "War and Peace". Pliskin stood up and went up to the beverage machine and came back with a Pepsi. He sat down and put his ear phone back in and looked over at Stokely. Pliskin crushed his cigarette butt on his tray. He pulled out his pack of marlboro's and held them outward to Stokely. "Hey Stokely, wanna smoke?" Pliskin asked.
Stokely	Re: Dinna' Time!	#4	[-]
Posts: 342 (03/01/05 19:42:10) Rank Corporal Primary Weapon M41A Pulse Rifle Secondary Weapon S&W 1911 .45 Pistol Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	"Don't touch the things these days. Hurts your endurance. Occasional cigar, but that's about it." He heard Ambrose's voice over the PA. He stuffed the book back into his pocket. He took a healthy bite from the cornbread. It tasted liked concrete, but he washed it down with the last of the tea. He stood, and dumped the tray into the trash bin as he hurried towards the command center. "Come on..."
Solid Snake	Re: Dinna' Time!	#5	[-]
Posts: 327 (03/01/05 19:48:10) Rank Corporal Primary Weapon M41A Pulse Rifle Secondary Weapon Magnum Desert Eagle Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Pliskin pocketed the Cigarettes and dumped his tray along Stokely's. He started joging down to the command center.
Taraka	Re: Dinna' Time!	#6	[-]
Posts: 156 (03/09/05 15:12:25) Rank Private First Class Primary Weapon M41A Pulse Rifle Secondary Weapon VP-70 Pistol Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Nicholai entered the Mess Hall. It looked decent enough, dried chile on one of the tables. "No doubt they don't make them EAT like men..." He said. He approuched the machines and found himself slightly confused. He didn't fully understand english words when they were written. He pushed a button at random at the food dispencer. Instantly a Steak plopped down into the tray below it. It smelled decent. Nicholai found soft drink dispencers and coffee pots. He took coffee, left it black. When he sat down, he sat at attention, and eat his meal at a pace. Not bad for American food. Better than the rations in the soviet union. He thought to himself.
Taraka	Re: Dinna' Time!	#7	[-]
Posts: 156 (03/11/05 15:03:58) Rank Private First Class Primary Weapon M41A Pulse Rifle Secondary Weapon VP-70 Pistol Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Nicholai finished his meal and left the mess hall.
Wade EG	Re: Dinna' Time!	#8	[-]
Posts: 61 (03/26/05 21:48:49) Rank Private First Class Primary Weapon M41A Pulse Rifle Secondary Weapon VP-70 Pistol Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	The door to the mess hall opened, and Erin Wade stepped inside. She was exhausted. She'd arrived eight hours earlier, ferrying the much-needed dropship over from gateway along with a few other last-minute arrivals. She'd been working on the dropship since then. Her olive drab flightsuit was smeared with grease. On the smaller ships like this one they never bothered posting dedicated maintenance personnel. They must've needed the Omaha somewhere in a hurry, she thought. They'd gotten underway mere minutes after the last marines boarded. Wade didn't know where they were headed. It couldn't have been far from Earth, considering how little time they spent in transit. The whole operation seemed rushed. The unit had literally sprung up overnight. They must've set some kind of record. Most of the marines in the unit had only arrived that morning. No one even knew what they were doing. That was definitely bad. Most of the marines were already planetside. She wondered what they were doing. If they needed help, there wouldn't be much the marines onboard the Omaha could do. There were only a few left on board. Why the hell would they send them out here so short-handed? There wasn't even a full flight crew left to get them out. She didn't like the idea of flying without a gunner. She decided not to worry about it. Glancing around the room, she saw a group of marines, probably the only other people on the Omaha, playing a card game around one of the tables. She went over to the food dispenser machines and poured herself a cup of coffee. It tasted terrible, but she was used to it.
MorrisPJ	Re: Dinna' Time!	#9	[-]
Posts: 62 (08/25/05 18:10:51) Rank Private Primary Weapon M41A Pulse Rifle Secondary Weapon VP-70 Pistol Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	Phil walked inside the hall noticing a couple marines socializing. He walked over to the machine, slid in his ration card, and pushed the 'Steak' button, summoning a block of hard meat and a brown substance which slightly resembled barbicue sauce. He brought his plate over to an empty table and began to eat. From his BDU pocket, he produced a Music Data-Chip Player. He popped in a Electronica chip and started playing games on his PDA.
MorrisPJ	Re: Dinna' Time!	#10	[-]
Posts: 62 (08/25/05 18:26:23) Rank Private Primary Weapon M41A Pulse Rifle Secondary Weapon VP-70 Pistol Reply Quote More My Recent Posts Message Me Connection Blocking Invite Ignore User's Posts	As Morris washed down the last of his food, he stuffed a block of cornbread into a napkin and pocketed his gear. He slowly got up and exited the hall, licking his lips in a satisfied manner.

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