Theres Charlie Everywhere! (Kale)

[Mr. Seran]

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Sitting in the refuge of his office Thierry Durand tapped his foot away at the wood of his desk impatiently finishing up what was left of his regimented papers thinking back to his days in the brush. Benevolently massaging his chin he flash backed to one such afternoon.

-10 years ago-

The whizzing of bullets flying by his head jostling over and through the brush with a loaded M14A locked in closely to his hip as he hurtled over the tree line broken down.

"Durand get the fuck down!"

*thump, rustle, crash*

Seconds ticking by, valuable seconds as the beaded sweat sloped down his forehead pulsating over a vein. In seconds he'd be dead or rather...

*BANG!*

The explosion of incendiaries vaporizing the ground below tearing through the brush as Sgt. Demoed stepped up watching the brush, "Burn you rat fucks."

*pft, pft*

"Get down!"

*Smack*

-present day-

As if waking from a dream Thierry Durand found himself out in the hall tackling a poor student forcing his face into the floor ruffly without any regard.

[Kale Armitage]

Kale's mind had been fading in and out all day, he was currently having a hard time trying to control the feelings of need he had at this moment. That drug Sasha had given him was powerful, but only when she was around to touch him. Every time he thought about her his temper flared up. He had been tricked into doing it, and that had pissed him off. Surely he had given her enough pain for him, but the bad thing about that was that she seemed to like it.

Unfortunately for him though, his thoughts would be cut short. He soon felt someone's body slam into his back and couldn't stop himself from dropping to the ground. Had Kale not been trying to turn to see who it was, his nose probably would have probably broken the fall. Instead the right side of his face would have connected with the ground and the junior could feel someone holding him down. His teeth would grit as he let would a agitated groan from being held down.

"Let me the fuck up, right now!"

Of course Kale had no idea who exactly it was that was holding him down. Those chocolate hues could only stare out of the corner of his eyes, as his brow furrowed in anger and he strained against his weight and strength. Whomever it was had better have a damn good reason, even if Kale was probably going to want to kick his face in regardless.

"I said let me go, fucker!"

[Mr. Seran]

Cries and dismay around him as the heartbeat, his heartbeat pounded in his ears, the soft hymn of the helicopters ringing in around him before a shrill shriek, that of metal colliding and swiftly becoming flames. They were baring down on Durand's squad, the guerrillas that is. Commander was dead on the ground smothered in his own piss, shit, and blood. That meant it was Thierry who was in command now. Even as Private DeMonte yelled and cussed at him from his "safe" position Thierry decided against letting the man up for fear of shrapnel from the Ak's mounter on the hillside.

"Quick move while they're reloading!"

Grabbing his equally proportionate ally by the back he yanked the back of his collar and took off at a fierce run. Across the brush filled hallways of #774 Thierry Durand pulled along a very unwilling Kale that was if he hadn't protested nor broken free but in time he'd gotten to the main courtyard. However populated this place was it was free from the Communist infestation.

With a sharp tug Kale would have found himself once more pinned on the floor though this time with his face to his aggressor. Sweating beady droplets from his forehead the grey suited Dean of his school looked wiled-eyed and slightly deranged from the tiresome run across nearly a fourth of the school. Holstered at his side was a briefcase totted around like a semi-auto rifle ready to tear out anyone who protested.

A rough grip from Thierry's sweaty palm was clasped around kale's collar not enough to choke but enough pressure to promote a softer tone. His knee precariously placed just above the boy's torso digging into the upper hip with elevating pressure.

"I TOLD YOU! Told you to call off the bombardment Kale you gave away our position! THERES CHARLIE EVERYWHERE!"

[Kale Armitage]

Quick move while they're reloading!

Kale was soon tugged up and forced to run alongside a male whom he had no idea who he was. Not only was he confused about the older looking male's identity, the junior had absolutely no idea what the hell this guy was talking about. Kale had escaped Detroit to get away from all the guns and bullshit! Was this dude telling him that there were people with guns INSIDE the school?! Kale wasn't one to shit his pants over such a thing, but he had decided not to try and struggle too much in the deranged man's grasp.

The headmaster would successfully drag his ass through the school hallways like a madman eventually reaching the courtyard only to end up getting thrown right back into the ground. This time though Kale would land on his back with a grunt as the male's knee dug in near his hip, and his shirt was grabbed near his collar. Kale couldn't help but glare up toward the male who was putting him in this position. Right now he was wondering who the fuck in their right mind would let this psychopath inside the school.

I TOLD YOU! Told you to call off the bombardment Kale you gave away our position! THERES CHARLIE EVERYWHERE!

It took a few seconds for what he had heard just to sink in. Was this some kind of weird joke people played on the new guy? Kale couldn't help but glance around the courtyard, half expecting Ashton Kutcher to jump out a bush screaming about him being PUNK'D, but no.. There was just this crazy dude dangerously close to crushing Kale's junk.

Soon enough though a thought popped into his head.. Maybe the guy was one of those dudes who suffered from shellshock. If that was really the case, Kale kinda felt bad for him. He knew someone who had saved his life with similar issues. Trying to play into it a little bit, Kale would work up a response.

"No! You must have missed it sir! THEY CALLED A RETREAT! THEY ARE BACKING OFF!"

[Mr. Seran]

A few quick thrusts and Kale was evidently out. The boy just couldn't handle the stress, he'd only joined this platoon recently and if the military saw fit he'd be restructured to one of their beneficiary clinics soon as they got back. With the motor fire coming down over head Thierry had to act accordingly even this hallowed ground if only for but a moment was safe yet in the vast other reality it was to be much of the same indentured by students of a violent nature. Guerrillas in their own right.

His beady eyes shifting back and forth at a rapid pace trying to determine the best dwelling available he looked down at Kale only to here him shout:

"No! You must have missed it sir! THEY CALLED A RETREAT! THEY ARE BACKING OFF!"

Giving a quick look of madness Thierry replied. "tsk.. you piss yourself Marine?" in a very condescending tone.

Without another word Theirry pulled free the "rifle" from under his arm with a hand gesture he signaled for the boy to stay at ground level despite drawing many stares from across the lawn Theirry continued in a crouched position wielding the deadly automatic briefcase.

"CHARLIE! PFT PFT!" The gunshot sounds made out of his lips were equal to that of a toddler before her tucked tail and sprinted once more for Kale.

"GET DOWN DIPSHIT! MOTOR INCOMING!"

Suddenly something went very wrong and the cafeteria staff stumbled from their routine trip between the cargo trucks and the Kitchen.

*BAM!*

An explosion of pudding overhead sounded raining down a tidal wave of the thick chocolate substance right where Kale was.

[Kale Armitage]

tsk.. you piss yourself Marine?

"No, no! But you're crushin' my balls, dude!"

He wasn't really, but it was damn near close enough. Soon enough though the male's body would be lifted from his, and Kale would storm up onto his feet. He was definitely a little irritated. First he had his face smacked off the floor, then he had been dragged across the school grounds only to have this crazy bastard drop a knee on his body. He was certainly not feeling too happy about the day now. But it seemed like his luck was only going to get worse.

GET DOWN DIPSHIT! MOTOR INCOMING!

Kale turned to settle those eyes upon the war vet, thinking that he was about to get tackled again. Unfortunately that wasn't what would happen though. Instead Kale would soon be covered in pudding. It was in his hair, it was resting on his shoulders, it covers a good portion of torso. His hands would form a pair of fists, and those muscles would strain in his arms as if he was squeezing really hard in an attempt to keep his temper under control. It wasn't working so far.

"WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUCK~!"

[Mr. Seran]

(ooc: Sorry in advance Scotty =D )

The incoming volley of mortar and shells from a seemingly innocent cafeteria truck would have seemed to be the type of vehicle people wouldn't take a second guess at but Thierry knew better and Goddamnit he knew that they had their own secret arsenal stashed away only to be dispensed upon his fellow soldier down in the field. Ducking to evade the first volley seemed the only intelligent thing to do it seemed that Kale, being a private however, didn't have their Intelligence statistic developed (buh dum tsh >_>). However as Commander of this entourage it was Thierry's duty to make sure every man came out alive.

"SOLDIER! Stay down!" With that the impressively swift Commander keeled before his man at arms buried behind a precariously placed block in the center of the courtyard. From there he held a frothy grin.

"Pull the pin...." Thierry said without looking down, from there he'd have a confiscated stink bomb gripped between his hands.

"YOU HEAR ME PULL THE FUCKIN' PIN!"

He'd shift his head down with a maniacal look on his face before acknowledging the motion and tossed the bomb across the yard like a baseball right into the drivers face as he took of.

*BAM!*

The stench roared inside the car damaging the clearness of the front window while leaving the driver in swift attempts to disband the vehicle thus lunging to freedom. The truck barreling forward down the road. A grin as he'd disbanded the retreating Commies he still had an injured soldier on the field and through his eyes he wasn't breathing.

"YOU NEED CPR QUICK!"

With that Thierry would press the boy down and give him mouth to mouth for a good five seconds before the force of his grip weakened.