Realistic or Modern Okkulten Wald

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SGT. KONSTANTIN SOKOLOV
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"So the лисица really is as sly and cunning as z'they say." He said, jokingly adding his own element of amusement. "Zhe key is, to learn z'these American's poker better before you get dragged into it, under zhe rules of undressing." Konstantin laughed.
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Glancing up towards the Southerner, he then cocked his brow. "How about calling me by my name, comrade. It's Konstantin. Or Sokolov if you'd like to be all official." Continuing to ready himself for humiliation, the Russian gave the back of his cards a hard stare. Almost willing himself a winning hand. "Lets hope our friend Hitler, got killed by his own demons. Eh?" He remarked, inclining his head as evidence he was ready for the game to start. And yet resigning himself to being a human cushion, for Sabine.
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James Jefferson
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He dozed off for a minute, looking down at his shoes until the woman finished her statement.
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"Unless you're a woman, then losing the best strategy... rules say so." he said, hoping his comment would actually be taken seriously. (However he more than clearly expressed he knew it wouldn't by his expression).
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James cracked his neck, sitting back. Ready to take on whatever comes his way. He was determined to win, and his now relaxed and smirked pose and expression showed that. He glared at the two, preparing himself for his first set of cards.
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James Jefferson
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"We'll see if your eastern tactics are as good as you say, 'comrade'." He tapped the table with his fingers, thinking to himself.
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"Sokolov, eh?" he said as the man Sokolov introduced himself. "Can I call yah Sok?" he said enthusiastically. "I ain't really the best at names, but I could easily remember Sok. Reminds me of socks." He smirked at that comment, his eyes looking at Sokolov.
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"My name is James, but since I'm yer comrade you can call me JJ, lot's of people do to mess with me and I've come to accept it." he replied, holding his hand out to Sokolov in an attempt to shake hands. While doing this, he turned his atteintion to the woman: "And you, lovely lady. May I have the honors of knowing your name, hm?"
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[Rui]

Sabine 
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"Sabine, Sabine Morissette." She shook his hand, smiling with a hint of flirtatiousness, partly just to irk the commie. 
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"You can call me Sabi, if you like. Most people do." 
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She leaned back into the massive Russian's chest, calmly studying her hand. He could see it, and would know it was utter crap. She would be loosing badly quickly. Ah well, chess was her game anyways.
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[SIZE= 14px]Her face was cool and collected, perhaps a bit saucy. As a spy, one always knew how to put up a good façade. [/SIZE]
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James Jefferson
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Jame's eyebrow raised as the woman shook his hand, but he went along with it and gave a pretty good shake. He receded his hand back to his side, looking at his cards. "Sabi and Sok, you two sound like a tap dance couple." he chuckled, looking at his two cards. His face became stone like, then he looked back up with his usual smirk.
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"I call." he said, sitting back with his cards laying face down. Being so early in the game, he came off neither cocky or doubtful. "You're turn, Sok."
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[idalie]

SGT. KONSTANTIN JOSEF SOKOLOV
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In return to the American giving him a nickname, Sokolov merely glared at the offered hand. Alas, he didn't bring it up but outrightly disapproved. That, and of Sabine's flirting. Although it was highly hypocritical and he shouldn't have given a damn. Shouldn't have. But he did, and perhaps it stung a little playing in two games. One of James' making, the other of Sabine and her womanly ways. 
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As she leant back into his chest, he couldn't help seeing over her shoulder and into the hand she'd dealt herself. Although comparing it to his own, he knew it was shabby. Then again, he loosely knew the rules of the game, and hoped it'd be enough. However, he did decide that Sabine's warmth was welcomed, folding his arm around her waist so he could peer at his cards. 

"And you sound like zhe brand of tap dancing shoes, JJ." Glancing back up, he then cocked his brow. "What are zhe starting bets, though? Or are there none? Either way, I'll call."
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(When you have 3 poker tabs open becus u have no idea how to irl >->)
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James Jefferson
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"You want chips, Sok?" he replied, timidly. "I was under the impression the bets would be clothing. Ain't too sure on if I have any cash or chips on me."
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He paused, looking at his hand once again. "Hope you two tap dancers will buy my shoe brand, then." he chuckled out. He sat back once again, letting out a sigh. "Your turn, Sabi, then we'll put some cards on the deck and see where this'll take us." smirked the man.
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[idalie]

SGT. KONSTANTIN JOSEF SOKOLOV
"Zhe bets are on clothing - yes. So we need an item to begin with, no? I would prefer Russian roulette, and chance blowing my brains out if it required less teeth pulling for information." Konstantin replied, narrowing his eyes.

"I wish I could buy your awful shoes, but, z'they'd be owned by zhe state." He clicked his tongue in a dry, 'sorrowful' manner and shook his head. "Seems you'll not be getting a ruble out of me."
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Sabine 
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The Parisian paused, "Shirts, then. Bet on shirts. I Call." 
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She looked up at Konstantin with a look that was positively sinful. 
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"Well, Russe, American," she smirked, "This will be fun." She crossed her legs, foot making circles casually in the air with a swift twist of her ankle. It was a way to hide her nerves, she'd found; a tick. She watched the American before her intently, her free hand delicately finding the Russian's much larger appendage.
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James Jefferson
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"Now it gets interesting." James said as it came back to him. "You seem to be getting very comfortable over there, Sabi." a smirk came back to his face. "Let's see what y'all think after this..." He grabbed three cards from the deck that was lying on the table, placing them face up in a row. A red spade four, a red heart Jack, and a red heart two.
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James smirked a little as he saw the cards, but caught himself doing it. He hoped nobody saw it, and went back to his stony poker face.
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"Wright me a check, baby. Looks like JJ is going out for dinner tonight." he said, humorously.
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"So, Sok. What do your people do for fun back in your country? Hate to admit, but I know very little about your people." (if it wasn't clear enough). "I'm very curious, but I'm pretty sure American activities are better." He paused. "No offense."
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[idalie]

SGT. KONSTANTIN JOSEF SOKOLOV
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His gaze momentarily flickered from cards to Sabine, quite amazingly keeping his poker face. Then down towards the American's hand, cards out flat. Between the distractions of the woman on his lap, a poker game, and questions asked by a foreigner. Momentarily he inclined his head into Sabine's shoulder with weakness, before sitting up straighter. Konstantin was failing miserably at being assaulted from various angles. A major factor, being a certain redhead. Who he decided made his life a heavenly place in hell.

"We dance, drink, and sing. We're not - too unlike you Americans. We go to cinema's for zhe pictures, watch sports, go to zhe theatre. You meet any Russian and he's already got half a bottle of vodka in him before work. We are happy people. But out in zhe country - there is not much. In Ukraine - it is empty." 
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How he was supposed to play poker in the unfair situation, he didn't know.
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James Jefferson
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"I wouldn't of guessed any of that, huh." James replied, pretty amazed. "Guess you people kind of share the same things we Americans do after all." He paused for a moment, thinking to himself. "Me, I used to love listening to Jazz and, well, playing poker." he chuckled "Guess I haven't really changed much, have I?" he chuckled some more, sitting back like he usually does after saying something, getting as comfortable as he can possibly get. The cards were pretty intimidating to him, however he kept his cool. He had no idea how his hand would fair against the other two. It was good, but was it enough? He snapped out of his deep thoughts.
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He peered over to Sabi, returning to his charming (or jerk-like, depending on how you look at it) face, clearing his throat to make him sound more manly. "And you, young lady? I cannot seem to pinpoint where you're from. Care to inform us?"
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[Rui]

Sabine 
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Sabine sighed. "Paris, France. I'm a frog, as you American's say." 
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She looked at her cards before putting them out on the table. 
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"Oh damn. Well, I guess the shirt's coming off?" Her hands went to the buttons on the front of her blouse, before looking back at the Russian. 
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"Care to take care of it for me? Your hands are closer to the buttons than mine." She was absolutely grinning, knowing she was torturing the poor man, but it was oh so much fun when the gentle giant was flustered by her.
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James Jefferson
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"Well You, Sok and I haven't even shown out cards yet.. but if you want to get out of your clothing that fast, then be my guess I suppose." The man shrugged, sitting back and witnessing what was about to go down, predicting in his head that poor Sok was going to get as red as a brick from the woman's request. He wanted to laugh, really, he did. But he kept to himself, not wanting to ruin the moment that was about to ensue.
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[idalie]

SGT. KONSTANTIN JOSEF SOKOLOV
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"American Jazz is banned." Konstantin remarked, using Sabine as a shield to the game and conversation. Of course, that was until she turned to him of all people to take her blouse off. In front of the American no less.
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Steadying himself the best he could, whilst hooking his chin over her shoulder to better undo the buttons, Konstantin believed that perhaps being mocked for a nickname that sounded like 'Socks' would be more desirable.
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Alas, for a man with big hands, they were deft. Rather quickly he got it over with, and went back to sulk behind his redheaded barrier - away from talking. Although it was slightly harder as of then, with an open distraction and her apparent restless desire to embarrass him.
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[Raku]

Edward Feintofen
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Edward awoke to the sound of talking. He was surprised to see everyone up and conversing. He stretched in his bunk and put his STG on the floor. Getting up slowly, for he was a little stiff, he walked over to the people playing with cards. "Good to see everyone is awake" he said. Seeing the man moving to take the woman's blouse off made him question what they were playing. "Is this how you play cards?" he asked curiously. Edward tried to be light in his speech. The last thing he wanted was more fighting.
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[Rui]

Sabine
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Sabine wasn't sure he'd actually do it. She was sure he'd sulk and grumble and do nothing of the sort, but alas, there he was with a practiced grace, unbuttoning her top. What a disappointment it would be when she discarded the garment to reveal a plain white undershirt. Nothing at all worthwhile. She giggled at him, poking and jeering at her Russian companion. 
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"You've done this before, obviously, Konstantin! You must be quite the lady's man in good old Russia." She began laughing in earnest, her entire form shaking with the intensity of it. Her attention then shifted to Edward. 
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"Well, last I checked, yes, this is how you play strip poker. Go fish, perhaps not, but strip poker, yes." 
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James Jefferson
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James was having a gay old time, seeing Sok getting all embarrassed from the situation he was it. Hell, James felt kind of bad for the poor guy. He didn't want to let anyone know that, however. No, he just continued to sit back and admire the show. He hadn't had this much fun since his old war buddies were talked into a game of blackjack. This reminded him of the war, but he kept it in the back of his head.
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"Damn, Sok. You look like you enjoyed taking off Miss Sabi. I bet yo-." 
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He was cut off by the German. He merely glared at the newcomer, mix of anger and disgruntlement in his suspicious eyes. He could tell right from the get go that it was a German. Shocks of war filled the back of his mind like pins and needles to your feet. Yes, it was really getting to him. He was worried he wouldn't be able to control himself this time, he gripped the edge of the table, for hearing the German's voice was like nails to a chalkboard. After the stranger finished his statement, James let out a weak sigh.
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"I'm going to head outside for a breather." stated James, in a dry, emotionless voice (which was not like him).
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He waited for no reply, sitting up and standing. Ready to start heading out of the tent.
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[Raku]

Edward Feintofen
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Edward nodded at Sabine. He then looked down to James who didn't seem to pleased to see him. His glare reminded Edward that people were still different. That not even a horde of demonic creatures threatening the Earth and all of humanity still couldn't make people set aside there differences. He was willing to put the war behind him. Didn't look like James was. As James left the table more than likely due to Edward's approach, Edward looked to Sabine and Konstantin. "Guess it's because I'm German. Or as he'd call me a Gerry" Edward said with his accent thick. "My name's Edward, and you?" he asked Sabine and Konstantin.
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[idalie]

SGT. KONSTANTIN JOSEF SOKOLOV
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Sokolov couldn't help smirking slightly at Sabine's complimentary jeering. "Well, in Russia it gets cold. How else do you expect we keep warm?" He shrugged innocently, rubbing his hands together to trace each scar and nick of skin with his cheeky grin resting delightedly upon his expression. Konstantin was almost worried if the Frenchwoman laughed any harder, she'd fall from his lap. Either way, he rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time, only to jab her sides and tug childishly on her hair in retaliation.
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"If I didn't enjoy it, what kind of man would I be?" The Russian laughed, till glancing up at their interruption. His features stiffening slightly. Of course, like many soldiers, he'd not quite forgiven the Germans. No matter what smiles they wore towards them nowadays. But he'd seen the concentration camps first hand. Seen the siege of Stalingrad. All who stood there had been afflicted by the choices of the Reich, thus making Konstantin lean into Sabine's back with a thoughtful frown.
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Interrupted by James standing up, and attempting to make a quick exit. He was unsure of what to say in any case - Jefferson seemed about to blow and a fight between a German and an American could spark any number of hateful acts in the ranks.
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Instead, he nodded sharply towards the Kraut. "Sergeant Konstantin Sokolov, Red Army." It was almost mechanical, nonetheless, it was something. Ah, he tried to sympathise with the Germans. Even if it caused inner conflict, to think about the same men who caused this mess.
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James Jefferson
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The distraction from the German allowed corporal Jefferson to make his escape out of the tent completely, getting as far as humanly possible from the scene. He hated Germans, he really did. There was not intent to forgive them in his mind, ESPECIALLY if they fought as Nazis. Since he technically was not allowed to start trouble, leaving the tent seemed like the best option for him, and he was kinda proud of himself for not losing his cool completely. Hands in his pockets and head pointed down, he walked and walked, getting mixed up in the hoards of men and women outside the tent.
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One thing he seemed to neglect was he forgot his coat, and it was still raining outside. Should he go back? He thought to himself, but doubted that he would do so. He'd rather catch a cold than be in the same room with a Nazi and see him and HEAR him without permission to take a hostile action.
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[Rui]

Sabine 
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[SIZE= 14px]It was like she had been drenched by a bucket of cold water when she finally matched the nationality to the man. She'd figured he'd be Dutch, Russian, Polish... The Parisian woman froze before tearing the Russian's hands from her waist, her laughing cutting off quickly. There was something undetectable in her eyes, a sadness and loathing so deep the ocean would be a puddle in comparison. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]"I need a shower." [/SIZE][SIZE= 14px]She said quietly, and was gone in seconds, the only evidence she had been there at all a discarded blouse. Forgiving the Germans was another matter entirely for her; not only had they unleashed a horde of demons onto the world, but they took her country, killed her men, and imprisoned her for days without food or water in a tomb like cell where she almost died of dehydration, starvation, and being eaten alive, where she saw images she could never get out of her mind with all of the therapy in the world, where she was tortured to confess her actions, and was tortured even after admitting. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]Yes, forgiving the Germans was another step entirely she wasn't ever sure she could take. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]She grabbed a towel from her area before moving deftly to the showers somewhere else in the camp. A hot shower was rare, and cold was what she needed anyhow. [/SIZE]
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[idalie]

SGT. KONSTANTIN JOSEF SOKOLOV
As she tore from his grasp, the room became silent - what was once filled with laughter and jests, now felt like solitude. Getting up from his seat, Konstantin stretched out his knees with a click of bone or two, patting down his uniform for a pack of cigarettes; lighting one up, to clasp between his teeth whilst he reached down for the blouse. Neatly folding the item of clothing, Sokolov lay it upon the end of Sabine's bed. 
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His gaze, hooded by shadow had the burly Russian bring down his cap further till the veil encased his features entirely. Almost avoiding the German in his midst, with the turn of his shoulder, whilst he grasped at his greatcoat. Pulling it on, over his shoulders. "Apologies, Kraut. I should be drilling with zhe rest of zhe men. I suggest you keep away from the американский side of the camp. Z'they will beat zhe shit out of you." Came the Sergeants 'polite' remark.
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The folds of his thick coat swung with military step. Grasping the gun off his bedside table, to march from the tent with his stern, distant advice. Immediately he began heading towards the Russian tents of the camp, which consisted of the rather exciting pastime of sitting around and smoking yourself into an early grave. All the while, trying to steal coffee rations. Of course, he'd be drilling after lunch. And then, in the evening, they would dance and sing, before being told violently to shut up. Like clockwork.
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Everett "Yoshi" Yoshioka
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Yoshi remained silent throughout the interaction, occasionally responding to the wit and banter with a smirk, and the quiet scratching of a pencil on paper. The tip of his instrument diddled down bits and facts, his assumptions and observations on the tent's occupants, with even the infancy of portraits forming alongside these notes. As the the cards were dealt, Yoshi finally made his first comment. "Careful with your scribe. Battalion ain't cutting us a loan." He called from the corner, before hunching back into his journal. 
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His foot tapped rather rhythmically, almost anxiously, for that matter as he gazed upon their smiles and laughs. His pencil soon came to an abrupt halt, eyes peering up, and notebook slapping shut. "Think I'll play spectator." Yoshi decreed, setting himself on a mattress besides the trio, arms folding intently in his lap. His exterior was warm and open, but his eyes seemed unfocused on the game in front of him.
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"It's going to be the last chance for a while." He would murmur, just loud enough for a keen ear to hear.
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Sabine 
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The small Frenchwoman, after a brief shower, wrapped herself in a thin towel and darted for the Russian encampment area. She just prayed they hadn't started dancing...
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Luckily, or unluckily, she seemed to have caught him smoking. She approached her Russian friend and smiled, a genuine, kind smile, not her usual mocking. 
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[SIZE= 14px]"I'm sorry for running off...you know how I feel about them." She sat down beside him in the tent, peering around for anyone looking. It was pretty private, but one could never be sure with so few attractive females about. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]"I believe we were in the midst of something?"[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]She was one towel drop away from dashing over a very fine line.[/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]Screw fine lines. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE= 14px]The Parisian stood in all her glory, the flimsy towel pooling uselessly at her feet. She studied her companion, awaiting the embarrassment, rejection, or awkward silence to come.[/SIZE]
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