"Want to get away from here?"

Sibylle raised an eyebrow.

"Depends on what you mean by get away...." Was this guy an airhead to?

"Just get lunch somewhere, I need to be with decent folks for awhile."

She wasn't sure. She didn't like the thought of going out to eat with a stranger, but her stomach thought differently.

"Alright."

"Can you recommend a good place?"

"There's a nice little cafe around the corner," she told him.

(g2g sorry)

“Okay, let’s go.”

(To town?)

(sure, but i wont be here long)

(Plz post der..)

Seamus sipped his coffee alone in the busy cafe and his eyes lit up.Truly French coffee is what its reputed to be he thought and smiled.

(Excuse me but I your need to get your char aproved and you should have PMed me to ask if you could play before even posting a character. Please tell me who you are and come over the off-topic so that I can talk to you first.)

James nodded to the guy.

"I guess not." He said. "Well, I'll see you around. My name's James, by the way."

(Seamus?! Toaster *shakes head*

Albert sat outside, the cool breezes a passing reminder of the windy cliffs of Newfoundland. Agh, he missed his hometown. The sound of the ocean, the crisp accents that greeted him every morn' when he went to work, and the sense of safety that lingered there. But he was here to do his duty to his country. He wouldn't have a white feather on his shirt, no sir. No one dared call Albert a coward.

Lewis strode up to Albert and sat down beside him. "Hey man what's up?"

Albert glanced over at the stranger, pulling out an old oil-stained cloth that he used to shine up his Enfield.

"Not much." he said in his coastal accent, looking towards the sky. "Just them clouds up there."

"So you like to be funny," Lewis said with a smirk, "That's interesting. I am more of a soldier then a funny person, just got into a fight with some other dumb allied soldier."

He pulled up his sleeve to show a few bruises and cuts.

"Didn't say I liked to be funny." Albert said simply, pulling out some unspent rounds from the magazine. "And I've seen enough fightin'. I don' need to get into ano'er fuss."

((Gyah, he's supposed to be a Newfie! *slaps self* he doesn't have a southern accent!))

Lewis laughed. "Thought you just got him buddy," he held out a hand, "I'm Lewis Filler."

Albert glanced at the outstretched hand and, deciding he was no threat, shook it firmly.

"Albert Willis." he said, offering a smile.

Lewis smiled back. "You know what," he said, "Maybe we could be friends, so far I haven't been able to make any. I get in a lot of fights."

He looked at Lewis up and down.

"I could tell." he noted with a shrug. "Sure, I don' see no problem wi' that."

Lewis looked at his messed up uniform with a sigh. He hadn't even fought in a real battle yet. "Do you like to fight?"

Albert snorted.

"Heck no." he chuckled. "Who likes te' fight? If I had a choice, I'd be home with me fam'ly. But I've got a job te' do now, so me brother's donnae' have to."

"Then what are you doing here?"

He looked at him blankly.

"I just told ye." he said. "I've got a job te do. For my little bro'er's sake."

"You fight for your little brother," Lewis started at him, "I fight because I like killing."

"Really." James said, walking up to Lewis. "So you like killing, huh?"

"I like seeing some blood and guts," Lewis said, "And feeling like I am in control over another beings life."

"I think killing's sadistic." James said. "People shouldn't kill each other."

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