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das_vedanya in lolocracy

Bang, Bang, He Shot me Down

Jun 20, 2011 23:14

WHO: Colonel Braginsky and his Pilot
WHEN: June 21st, 10PM
WHERE: Military shooting range
WHAT: Alfred decides to vent at his superior officer while Ivan happens to be wearing hearing protection and wielding a pistol.

( Bang, bang, my baby shot me down... )

!event: steampunk, russia, america

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waitforsuperman June 21 2011, 16:09:02 UTC

Saying Alfred was peeved did not nearly cover the boiling emotions within the pilot. In training, he'd been taught to keep a cool head because one rash move and you could lose your life and the life of your navigator. While the boy was usually acting on impulse, they were calculated. Alfred only broke the rules because the rules just weren't good enough.

But the only place Alfred kept his head was in the air, on the ground he was safe, if caged.

Pushing the doors open to the shooting range just as he saw Ivan cocking the gun, none of his training coming in handy as he headed straight for the Russian.

"Hey! Colonel!" He barked, wanting nothing more than to jump on the Russian and punch him for getting him trapped in this stupid situation.

das_vedanya June 21 2011, 17:48:06 UTC

Yes, he did hear the door open through the echoes of bullets, and yes, he could see a familiar color-scheme of brown leather, blue eyes, and yellow hair, and yes, he had chosen to ignore it for the time-being - if not only for the sudden urge to turn the gun on something flesh and blood instead of a black silhouette with chalk lines drawn like ripples from the center of it. He cocked back his gun, slipped into his pocket and retrieved the bullets needed to reload his pistol ( ... )

waitforsuperman June 21 2011, 19:36:19 UTC

Ears still ringing from the shots, Alfred hadn't moved from his spot -halfway across the room- and grit his teeth against the ear-splitting noise. When Ivan's voice broke through the white noise and he blinked, realising that the Russian was now addressing him.

Addressing him like he was a problem. This was not going well at all. "You say that every time." he said quietly, taking a few more steps, closing the distance between them, ramming a gloved finger into his commanding officer's chest. "And every time, I don't, so let's cut the shit, shall we?"

Alfred could feel his temper getting the better of him, but at this point he couldn't care. Everything was wrong and it was all Colonel Braginsky's fault. "I just spent an hour with your 'best friend', half-whoring myself out so he'll leave me the hell alone." The finger against Ivan's chest was now a fist and had punched straight against the rib cage before Alfred's shoulders sank slightly.

"Why did you have to tell him?""

das_vedanya June 21 2011, 20:02:07 UTC

"What are you-" to say that Ivan had gotten used to Alfred's extreme lacking in the 'respect your superior officers' department was an understatement. Like Ivan could shoot through the same bullet hole multiple times, Alfred always managed to find that one spot on his chest every time he jabbed it with his finger, and that inch of skin took so much abuse from Alfred's pointer finger on a daily basis that a bruise had formed there. The fist that followed was enough to cause Ivan to stumble ( ... )

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