Post by Spoy on Feb 18, 2011 19:35:39 GMT -5
First RP in AoW ever? :'D I FEEL SO FLATTERED HONHONHON
Andrik had been toddling around the base like some sort of infant, retiring his minigun to his bedroom as he walked along the interior of the RED base. He was hungry, as usual, green eyes glittering with his usual gluttony towards food as he licked his lips at the thought of the lunchbox currently strapped at his waist. Some scout around the base had given him a can of Bonk in attempts to steer him away from him, shooing him off. Andrick had been curious at the little drink, grinning in the process at it. Though he would stick to his milk and chocolate bars for the time being. So, aimed in the direction of the sniper platform, he scaled up a set of stairs, struggling to climb up them. Once he would reach the top, head would turn towards the large platform, devoid of snipers. Head carefully turned to the sky, eyes setting themselves upon the fading sunlight, sky streaked with hues of purples and the forthcomings of new stars, appearing as tiny pinpricks of white against the night sky. The BLU base seemed quiet as well, though he wouldn't take any chances as he -attempted- to sprint over to the small sheltered space upon the balcony, safe aside from a small window above him. Sitting down on the cold concrete floor, he would unclip the metal box attatched to his belt, opening it and rooting through it's contents before pulling out a sandwich. Taking a bite out of it, head angled off to the side as eyes gazed across the balcony-type space. Hm, funny how he was the only person up here. You'd only think that people would eat up somewhere quiet instead of being cramped in the base.
Randolf Arzt. The team had had a long day, the battle for the others suitcase a difficult one. The RED medic was all tuckered out, his hungry stomach rumbling as he took one step after another up to the sniper platform, looking for his friend, the RED Heavy, Andrick. It wasn’t hard to find him most of the time because he wouldn’t have to find him. He’d find Randolf. Reaching for his lunchbox that was located in his backpack he carried after each fight, he opened the door to the platform, greeted by the cool, evening air. It had been getting colder as the times progressed on, but due to their location, it may never get cold enough to actually be comfortable. The other base looked inactive, almost abandoned for the time being. He wasn’t going to take any chances. He was just about to turn around to head back inside of the base, when all of a sudden, he started to hear a slight sound of someone eating, hear them take a bite. Listening closely, he followed the echo of the sound to the shelter. He opened the door just a tad, and saw Andrick sitting there on the cold floor, noming on his sandvich. He decided not to speak up, thinking the other might enjoy his silent meal.
Andrik peered over, hearing footsteps. Hmm.. Spy? Carefully placing the sandwich back into his lunchbox, he smacked his fists together, teeth gritting as eyebrows knit together. Leaning to the side, one foot pressed against the ground as if he was ready to spring up on his feet. Carefully, his head poked out of the side of his shelter, eyes landing on the familiar face of one of his few friends, Randolf. Randolf! All the better to pester him. "Doktor!" He grinned, green eyes bright with his usual childishness. "Come here! You vant sandvich?" Andrick questioned, one hand placing itself on the spot next to him. Accent coated his words, along with his limited vocabulary in english. Whether Randolf even SPOKE Russian or not was unbeknownst to him, but from what Andrick knew, he was German, a language he couldn't understand, unfortunately. "Doktor, vhy are you up here?" He would once question if -when- the other team member sat down beside him.
Randolf Azt. The gesture to sit next to him was comforting, the other so childish and innocent looking it was hard not decline the offer. He plopped down next to his friend, taking off his backpack, and taking out his dinner. “Nein, I shall eat my own sanvich. Thank you though for the offer comrade,” he smiled at the other, taking a small bite out of his meal, chewing it slowly for the savory flavor. He looked at the other once again as he was asked a question. “ Ah, vell, I vas looking for you, and I saw you come up here. I thought you might vant some company, no?” he responded after swallowing his bite, and once finished, took another from the delectable meal.
Andrik nodded slightly, head tilting as he stared at the other team member. Grin widened when he sat down next to him, leaning against the cold wall as green eyes swept up and down, examining Randolf as if expecting the Medic to have any lacerations on him after a hard day's work. "Dah'. Ees no problem, doktor." He responded, used to calling him by his rank instead of his true name. It was more familiar to him, after all. Other medics either ignored him or just rolled their eyes at the child-like man, who was obviously devoid of their thoughts. Randolf was looking for HIM? Hmph, a change of pace for once? Andrick was mostly like a lost puppy, always seeming to find the Medic instead of the other way around. "Yes doktor! Company is good." He grinned, skimping on his english as usual. "How vas day?"
Randolf Arzt. His eyes were closed, and he was smiling a bit at the others innocence. "Ah, vell, my day vas boring. And yours?" he asked the other, accent leaking through his words. Although they were on the same team, he didn't see Andrick much during the day, the whole team usually running in and out of both bases. He took another bite of his sandvich, now looking back down at the ground.
