Chapter 4: Side Of A Bullet
Nicole had just woken up, and was still half asleep. Her body was cramped up from her sleeping position. Her arms were thrown above her head and her head was turned to the crook of her neck. Nicole rolled her sore body toward her small metal dresser and flung her arms behind her messy head. Nicole made an attempt to roll herself off her bunk, but froze when she heard distant footsteps outside her door.
"Get up!"
Baird kicked in the door to her room, which caught Nicole off guard. She let out a small yelp and tumbled off her bed.
"Mornin', Sunshine! Ready to get your gear?"
The raven-haired woman ambled up off the hard floor and arched her back, as Baird took notice.
"No, come back in a few hours."
Baird chuckled at this remark and stood akimbo as she threw her blanket back to the bunk.
"Let's move. Get dressed."
She rolled her eyes and made her way to the dresser and pulled out the вверх drawer. Nicole whipped her midnight tresses over her shoulder and stared at her straw haired counterpart.
"Do Ты mind?"
He shook his head and shrugged; arms crossed. "No, not at all."
His cocky remark earned him a glare.
He put up his hands in defeat.
"Alright, alright. Hurry it up."
Nicole had dressed herself in her clothes she was found in, her torn tube вверх and oversized cargo pants with her boots.
"Alright, Nicole! Now Ты look like a regular around this place. But a little less grungy..."
He looked her up and down. His large blue orbs scanned her body.
"Let's fix that." He placed his large mitt of a hand on her head and ruffled it violently. Her usually smooth hair was frizzy and strewn about her shoulders.
"Thanks..." Nicole snarled and attempted to pat her hair back to normal.
He grinned. "Imma take Ты to the armory first. Get Ты some old fashioned insurance."
She nodded and continued walking, brushing past a few soldiers.
"Mornin', Damon. What can I do Ты for?"
A small booth stood out of a Стена with a mustached man at the counter; walls behind him filled with arms.
Baird drummed his flat fingers on te counter. "Gimme the standard issue. Don't skimp on the glowy lights on the armor either, those are cool."
The man nodded and disappeared for a moment.
"Hey Baird! Whatcha doin' back here, buddy?! Ты with your lady friend?! HA!"
Damon shook his head and looked down the corridor to find his best friend, Cole, bounding toward him.
"Mornin', miss." He nodded toward her and continued to talk with Baird.
The mustache man returned with a large gun with a chainsaw bayonet.
"Lancer..." He narrated.
"Gnasher..." He put down a shotgun.
"Frag grenades and a Snub Pistol. Plus armor."
Nicole picked up the armor suit, her arms almost failing at the sheer weight of the protective gear.
"Too heavy?" Baird sneered cockily with a wink. "It's just fine.., Sir."
She сказал(-а) sternly.
"Put it on then, baby!" Cole сказал(-а) enthusiastically.
Just then, the loud speaker fuzzed overhead.
"All COG members need to Сообщить to the deck. Lambent-"
The speaker died out with a screech.
"You'd better get that shit on. Now."
Baird pointed to her equipment.
The deck of Sovereign had been bombarded with саранча troops, a large hijacked ship was beside them.
Nicole had put on her armor and had each of her weapons put away in separate magnetic plates on her armor. Nicole, Baird and Cole came bounding up the stairs from the hull.
"Go!" Baird cried as he have Nicole a push. She reluctantly sprinted forward, not sure where to go, just moving out of the way. "C'mon!"
Baird yelled and grabbed her by the arm. Their armor clanked loudly as they ran to find cover. Cole, on the other hand, had found a large metal клеть, ящик and hid inside, shooting the саранча enemies from the безопасно, сейф sides.
Baird kneeled behind a stack of tires and yanked Nicole harshly by her arm.
She peered over the вверх of the large tires and found large glowing vine-like structures had sprung up beside the ship.
"Baird! What the fuck are those?!"
Nicole cried shrilly and gripped her lancer.
"Lambent Stalks." He paused and put his Longshot Sniper винтовка atop the tires, sniping a Lambent Drone off the edge of the ship.
"Shoot any that are on the ship, and any pods on the stalks."
Nicole nodded wearily and raised her rifle, aimed at a glowing creature, and pulled the trigger.
The recoil was almost enough to knock her shoulder out of place.
"Ow...shit." Nicole clutched her right shoulder and bent back down to her spot.
"You alright?"
Baird inquired; his big azure eyes looking back down at her. Nicole nodded and placed a hand on the ground to secure her stability. The ship suddenly rocked violently to the right, Nicole attempted to grab ahold of the deck as she slid away from Baird.
"Nicole!!!" He attempted to grasp her forearm, but she slipped away.
"NICOLE!!!"
Nicole had just woken up, and was still half asleep. Her body was cramped up from her sleeping position. Her arms were thrown above her head and her head was turned to the crook of her neck. Nicole rolled her sore body toward her small metal dresser and flung her arms behind her messy head. Nicole made an attempt to roll herself off her bunk, but froze when she heard distant footsteps outside her door.
"Get up!"
Baird kicked in the door to her room, which caught Nicole off guard. She let out a small yelp and tumbled off her bed.
"Mornin', Sunshine! Ready to get your gear?"
The raven-haired woman ambled up off the hard floor and arched her back, as Baird took notice.
"No, come back in a few hours."
Baird chuckled at this remark and stood akimbo as she threw her blanket back to the bunk.
"Let's move. Get dressed."
She rolled her eyes and made her way to the dresser and pulled out the вверх drawer. Nicole whipped her midnight tresses over her shoulder and stared at her straw haired counterpart.
"Do Ты mind?"
He shook his head and shrugged; arms crossed. "No, not at all."
His cocky remark earned him a glare.
He put up his hands in defeat.
"Alright, alright. Hurry it up."
Nicole had dressed herself in her clothes she was found in, her torn tube вверх and oversized cargo pants with her boots.
"Alright, Nicole! Now Ты look like a regular around this place. But a little less grungy..."
He looked her up and down. His large blue orbs scanned her body.
"Let's fix that." He placed his large mitt of a hand on her head and ruffled it violently. Her usually smooth hair was frizzy and strewn about her shoulders.
"Thanks..." Nicole snarled and attempted to pat her hair back to normal.
He grinned. "Imma take Ты to the armory first. Get Ты some old fashioned insurance."
She nodded and continued walking, brushing past a few soldiers.
"Mornin', Damon. What can I do Ты for?"
A small booth stood out of a Стена with a mustached man at the counter; walls behind him filled with arms.
Baird drummed his flat fingers on te counter. "Gimme the standard issue. Don't skimp on the glowy lights on the armor either, those are cool."
The man nodded and disappeared for a moment.
"Hey Baird! Whatcha doin' back here, buddy?! Ты with your lady friend?! HA!"
Damon shook his head and looked down the corridor to find his best friend, Cole, bounding toward him.
"Mornin', miss." He nodded toward her and continued to talk with Baird.
The mustache man returned with a large gun with a chainsaw bayonet.
"Lancer..." He narrated.
"Gnasher..." He put down a shotgun.
"Frag grenades and a Snub Pistol. Plus armor."
Nicole picked up the armor suit, her arms almost failing at the sheer weight of the protective gear.
"Too heavy?" Baird sneered cockily with a wink. "It's just fine.., Sir."
She сказал(-а) sternly.
"Put it on then, baby!" Cole сказал(-а) enthusiastically.
Just then, the loud speaker fuzzed overhead.
"All COG members need to Сообщить to the deck. Lambent-"
The speaker died out with a screech.
"You'd better get that shit on. Now."
Baird pointed to her equipment.
The deck of Sovereign had been bombarded with саранча troops, a large hijacked ship was beside them.
Nicole had put on her armor and had each of her weapons put away in separate magnetic plates on her armor. Nicole, Baird and Cole came bounding up the stairs from the hull.
"Go!" Baird cried as he have Nicole a push. She reluctantly sprinted forward, not sure where to go, just moving out of the way. "C'mon!"
Baird yelled and grabbed her by the arm. Their armor clanked loudly as they ran to find cover. Cole, on the other hand, had found a large metal клеть, ящик and hid inside, shooting the саранча enemies from the безопасно, сейф sides.
Baird kneeled behind a stack of tires and yanked Nicole harshly by her arm.
She peered over the вверх of the large tires and found large glowing vine-like structures had sprung up beside the ship.
"Baird! What the fuck are those?!"
Nicole cried shrilly and gripped her lancer.
"Lambent Stalks." He paused and put his Longshot Sniper винтовка atop the tires, sniping a Lambent Drone off the edge of the ship.
"Shoot any that are on the ship, and any pods on the stalks."
Nicole nodded wearily and raised her rifle, aimed at a glowing creature, and pulled the trigger.
The recoil was almost enough to knock her shoulder out of place.
"Ow...shit." Nicole clutched her right shoulder and bent back down to her spot.
"You alright?"
Baird inquired; his big azure eyes looking back down at her. Nicole nodded and placed a hand on the ground to secure her stability. The ship suddenly rocked violently to the right, Nicole attempted to grab ahold of the deck as she slid away from Baird.
"Nicole!!!" He attempted to grasp her forearm, but she slipped away.
"NICOLE!!!"
Para todos aquellos que hablen español o lo entiendan, aquí les dejo un poema que escribi hace mucho tiempo ya
Nunca había visto caer la lluvia así
Sólo cae
Mientras tú vuelves a casa
La lluvia cae
Pasaron tres horas sin tu regreso
Aún te espero en la puerta
No busco la lluvia
Espero tu vuelta
Pasaron айва años
Te sigo esperando afuera
Aun contengo tu sonrisa
Esperando que llueva
Pero ahora es muy tarde
La lluvia ha cesado
Y aun espero tu llegada
Sigo esperando tu mirada
Nunca había visto caer la lluvia así
Sólo cae
Mientras tú vuelves a casa
La lluvia cae
Pasaron tres horas sin tu regreso
Aún te espero en la puerta
No busco la lluvia
Espero tu vuelta
Pasaron айва años
Te sigo esperando afuera
Aun contengo tu sonrisa
Esperando que llueva
Pero ahora es muy tarde
La lluvia ha cesado
Y aun espero tu llegada
Sigo esperando tu mirada
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Now let's have some laughs!
Now like I've сказал(-а) we all have different tastes and it all is on you. Laughing is a very fun excersise.And these pictures are funny (or at least to me). Hold on to your socks lady and gentlemen it's time to get your laugh on.
Please comment!!!
Now let's have some laughs!