Bev tensed, not completely sure what was going to happen. Her quick reflexes often caused her to over react. She reached behind her and clasped the handle of a German Luger (she had gotten it from a little fling in Paris with a soldier) tucked into the the belt of her skirt, concieled by the baggy end of her tucked in shirt. She gave a cordial smile.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

(ok we can't wait for introductions so im movign along!)


Jessica looked on the clock and a panicked look on her face she apolligized and ran up the stairs.
she slowed her pace once around the corner, she passed a mirrior she stared at her reflectionfor a moment before going into her own room. she grabbed a case from under her bed and then dashed down the stairs back to the main hall. she went into a a second parlor and was allowed to enter the next room inside was a gathering of officers looking over a map trying to decide when the Germans would attack. Jessica entered unnoticed she sat in a corner with a notepad out she took notes and was extreamly quiet. when it was over it was well into the afternoon she passed from the rooms ignored she went from the grand house to one of the buildings the trasmitting house and gave the info to a soldier who radioed in the message to whom was unknown.



Mwhahahaahahahahaha

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Bev relaxed her grip on the Luger's handle and said politely, "Well, then. I will be going. Perhaps there will be time for introductions later." With that, she left through the library door, grabbing one more book as she left. The morning was just as lethargic as it was when she went into the dusty library. She decided to check one more time on the Captain in the barn. Only one soldier was there, a Frenchman. "Jean, est quelque chose qui se produit? (John, is anything happening?)" The soldier looked up from his typewriter as if startled. "Non, beverly, rien encore. Et qui a indiqué que vous pourriez m'appeler Jean (No, Beverly, nothing yet. And who said you could call me John)?" Beverly dipped and smiled, answering, "Merci beaucoup, mon amour (Thankyou very much, my love)." she ran out, leaving the poor bloke confused. He muttered to himself, "Anglaise damnée (Damnded English)!" Bev went and sat at her customary tree, slipping out a smuggled peppermint, ready for a day of reading.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

OOC; STOP!!! W/ THE FRANGLAIS!!!!!!!!
"Jean, est quelque chose qui se produit?"
THIS FORMAT IS NEVER USED BY THE FRENCH!!!!!!!!!
THE QUESTION SHOULD BE; "QUESQUE SE PASS?"!!!!!!
FRANGLAIS=BAD!!!

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Tony Exited the infermery and saw Bev run across to the barn and out. He walked over to the house and went into the comfrence soluted and asked for an excused lateness. they allowed it and he joined the confrence noticing the young women at the corner writing down what was being said. he was no jurnalist he noted that was good. for they could be very incomputent. he turned his ataintion to the maps infront of him and began to do what he was good at...

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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Ivan gazed at the autopsy table as if seeking signs of the future from the caked blood from an earlier procedure. "So it begins," Ivan said to himself as he brushed his hand across the slick blood covered surface of the metalic table, "Fate has already chosen."

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(Well, excuse me morbid-mouth! Keep in mind that my chary IS English, and therefore does not speak perfect French! According to my research, what you just said makes no sense! If you knew anything of any sort of characterization, you would understand that, thankyou!)

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Doom your doing a great job at making people mad

I give you five stars

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
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(+'.'+) BUNNY!
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(You realize we have the power to kick people off of our rp? I don't directly, but I'm the best friend of the one who does, therefore I hold some sway.)

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

OOC;
fine take the cheap way out. I know her too so ha!
and what doesnt make sense?
I still stand by my point Franglais=bad and u could get people who speak french to help u

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(And who then do you mean, you? For sooth, thou dost prostest too much. just let it be, and keep your nose in your half of the rpg. Shall we get back to it, then? (Am I supposed to be in the barn, or is that someone else?))

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

ok you two....

Jessica after sending her message she heard a a diffrent type of plane pass over heard at least it was a diffrent frequency not a low drone of a plane landing or taking off but passing right over head suddenly sirens went off a distance explosion then red lights started blinking. people scattered about ran in the confusion. as if like someone had stepped on an ant hill all was lost in turmoil and chaos. Jessica rushed to the house and went down into the cellar. repeated explosions outside Jessica was joined by the household staff and some aids.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"Bloody hell!" muttered Bev as the planes flew low. She stuffed her books and peppermints into her bag and ran back to Madame's house. SHe burst through the door and yelled for the ruddy-faced Frenchwoman, "Madame, Madame, il y a...er, KABOOM, extérieur!" she made an explosion gesture. Madame understood and ushered her and the various children into their root cellar.

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign

Morwen you chiken!!!!

Tony burst out rifle at the ready saftey off. saw the tormual and new that his freind was going to have a hay day. he ran to the cover of the trees knowing that the most likely target would be buildings. he could not identify the aircraft for it was already disapearing into the distance. "danm it, the b*****ds attacked. he ran from tree to tree till he came to a small compainy of soldiers they soluted, they were paniky and jumpy one had a gun raised at him not knowing what to do. " put your gun down soldiers. good. Now what the hell happened."

"bombing sir."

"where?"

Don't know."

"come with me we're going to find out."

They moved off into the distance to find what happened and to look for survivers. this would probably mean that him and a scout group would be sent out to scope for enemy camps. He would probably comand his normal group two snipers and two other rifle men... in case the enemy was able to sneak up on the sniper's position, or they acsodentaly stubled on to A enemy scout group. He just hoped that the fly by was it and that no infultrie came along also he hoped that the plane wouldn't turn aroun for more. he of couse was wrong he soon heard more explosions this time it was all around them. his ears rang with the sound. He motioned for every one to lay low. He had no choice but to wait for the bombardment to stop before he could go searching for survivors. he took out his sniper riffle and looked at the plane that passed above him. It was a bomber that was for sure but which one, the trees made it hard to tell...

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Evil is not always chosen but it forced by:
(\__/)
(+'.'+) BUNNY!
(")_(")

"Get down!" "Run!" "Get those civilians out of there!"

Shouts reverberated off of the infirmary walls as the teeth rattling sounds of overhead planes shook the windows. Blood jumbed off of tables and splattered on the ground form the vibrations while Ivan quickly began surgical procedures on those wounded with shrapnal. Screams of pain erupted from the casulties as legs, arms, and various other body parts were quickly disposed of and the wounds bandaged. Nurses and other doctors ran about attempting to save as many as they coulld. Among them stood Ivan with a grin on his face as he breathed in the odors of human secretion mixed with blood and burning flesh.

"We need more morphine!" shouted a nurse as she frantically attempted to mitigate the pains of patients.

"There is no more morphine!" replied a doctor w/ suppressed rage in his voice,"Just do what you can! There are more comming!"

"So much the better," Ivan thought as he began to slice into a patient's leg while listening to the patient's pitiful screams of mercy. Ivan could hear the shells go off as he continued on with his work. "How did they know?" He thought, "No! Must focus!"

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Bev came out of the cellar only to find her tree was completely wrecked. She ran her hands over the damp heartwood, grieveing for it. She looked around to see soldiers running around crazily. An Enlish soldier came give her a shoulder to bry on, but he quailed and ran away from a single glare. It is funny how brave men quail from a single look from a woman. She walked over to a soldier holding a rifle. "What happened?" she asked him

(That would be you, Inferno.)

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Reasons I love England #217:
I saw "whilst" on a traffic sign