It was getting into their second week of their presence in the small village, and they were getting bored. They being the upstarts who couldn't appreciate the peace they were fortunate enough to get, ready instead to go charging battle into gunfire. All in the sake of thrice damned excitement.
Jamie welcomed the change of pace and the breath of fresh air, even thought there wasn't much indication it would last. The village was small, not worth the trouble of prolonged occupation, but that hadn't stopped the North yet.
Rubbing at the bridge of his his nose tiredly, he leaned in the doorway of the improvisational med quarters, the band on his arm branding him as one of their lot.
"Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa, or do you lie to hide your heart?" Jamie sang softly under his breath, the only way he could stand to hear himself sing
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Kirin looked around and realized he was alone, the group he was traveling with were gone. He was trying to make his way back home, to the house in the hillside he lived with his grandparents. He wanted to make sure they were okay.
Another explosion cut a hole through the wall of the building behind him, showering him with further debris and caused him to lose his footing. He was too afraid to stand again, merely covered his head with his arms and screamed for help.
Fingers clutching his carbine rifle, Jamie tore after the troops, colliding with the scattered villagers, shoving past them.
A single, piercing scream reaching his ears, eyes flicking away from his path, taking in the boy lying on his stomach, hands flung over his head. Debris was flying around him as the planes made another swoop.
Come on, kid, get up. Get up!
"Boy!" he shoutedin fractured Korean, hesitating, clutching his weapon. Boy! Run!
Kirin heard shouting over the chaotic sounds, someone shouting to run. But where could he go? Kirin was sure he was as dead standing and running away as he was just lying there.
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Jamie welcomed the change of pace and the breath of fresh air, even thought there wasn't much indication it would last. The village was small, not worth the trouble of prolonged occupation, but that hadn't stopped the North yet.
Rubbing at the bridge of his his nose tiredly, he leaned in the doorway of the improvisational med quarters, the band on his arm branding him as one of their lot.
"Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa, or do you lie to hide your heart?" Jamie sang softly under his breath, the only way he could stand to hear himself sing ( ... )
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Another explosion cut a hole through the wall of the building behind him, showering him with further debris and caused him to lose his footing. He was too afraid to stand again, merely covered his head with his arms and screamed for help.
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A single, piercing scream reaching his ears, eyes flicking away from his path, taking in the boy lying on his stomach, hands flung over his head. Debris was flying around him as the planes made another swoop.
Come on, kid, get up. Get up!
"Boy!" he shoutedin fractured Korean, hesitating, clutching his weapon. Boy! Run!
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"I can't! Help me!"
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Running to the kid, he slung his rifle over his shoulder by the strap, grabbing the boy's arm and all but dragging him to his feet.
"Run! Now!" he snapped, pointing in the direction the villagers had gone.
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