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In the flag room, Basil sat and fumed at the flag. He couldn't find Sarge anywhere and it annoyed him. Oh did it annoy him. It didn't help that his mind kept suggesting that maybe, just maybe, Sarge forgot about him, and ran off with the blue the first chance he got. If that was the case, then it really defeated the purpose of him coming back ( Read more... ) -
Homecoming Day Parade.
Basil took a deep breath as he stepped out of the teleporter and into the canyon. He wanted nothing more than to crawl into Sarge's arms for a while, then yell himself hoarse for the betrayal ( Read more... ) -
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Leaves sighed absently as he sat in front of the red base teleporter. Hard to believe, but he missed Blood Gulch already. He missed Sarge, he missed Lopez, he missed the lazy-ass and the pussy, hell, he even missed the blues. He couldn't belive his resolve was fading so quickly. All he wanted to do was go home, apologize for freaking out on ( Read more... ) -
Home Coming
Basil was shocked by the emptiness that greeted him as he emerged in Battle Creek. There was no sound of gunfire, or even the cheers of both teams as they prepared themselves for battle. There were no bullets whizzing through the air, no soldiers running around as they engaged in yet another life or death battle, no movement at all... nothing. Just ( Read more... ) -
Running Away
Basil lay sobbing on his bed, his flag blanket wrapped snuggly around his shaking form. He had seen Sarge with another man. And not just any man, but a blue. He had reacted. He had attacked. And then he had run away. He couldn't kill Sarge, as much as he wanted to. And now ( Read more... ) -
Private Log: Blood Gulch Chronicles: Entry 003
So there's two new people at the base, right? A guy and a... girl. *cringes*
Anyway, so the new guy's a freelancer. Thinks he's all that and a bag of chips. One day, he just walks up to me, and fucking slaps my ass and walks away like it was nothing! What. The. Fuck?! I really did not apreciate the gesture, thank you very much. Course, ( Read more... ) -
Consulting the Flag
In the Flag room, Basil sat in the Lotus position, his eyes closed and his face serene. He was meditating, or, as he prefered to call it, consulting the Flag. He had so many questions, and not enough answers ( Read more... ) -
Private Log: Blood Gulch Chronicles: Entry 002
Leaves lay on his stomach in bed, this fine morning, writing in his journal/dairy, a make-shift radio faintly playing music. His subconscious seemed determined to give him a heart attack that night, so he woke up early, just to make an entry.
Okay, so I know I haven't written anything here lately, but I been busy, okay? So I'll do a quick ( Read more... )