Gordon
Sufficiently Lethal
RED Sniper
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Post by Gordon on Nov 21, 2012 21:37:19 GMT -6
"Yeah, of course." Gordon said as he grabbed a rather hefty suitcase with a single arm. As Zacharie mentioned bringing a luggage trolley about, he nodded. "That would probably be a better idea."
The suitcase was beginning to become quite heavy as Gordon carried it with both hands now and placed it on the ground, waiting for the luggage trolley.
"Oh, Fran, don't worry about that for now then." Gordon said as he looked around.
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Post by sonya on Nov 23, 2012 22:11:36 GMT -6
"Cпасибо -- um, no, thank you, Zacharie," Sonya said, putting her ushanka back on, as he left to get a luggage trolley.
"Sorry. Luggages are very heavy. That one has weights, that one has typewriter... do not worry about picking up them. Especially a luggage on bottom. That is gun. Is bigger than any of you peoples, and fragile. Please, leave alone."
It definitely wouldn't do for one of her new teammates to pull a muscle trying to help her with her belongings. And it especially wouldn't do for one of them to attempt to pick up her 150-kilogram minigun in its crate and drop it. It could certainly withstand being dropped, but she was a little finicky about these things.
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Post by Franciska on Dec 1, 2012 22:50:03 GMT -6
Fran cleared her throat a let out an embarrassed chuckle as she shuffled away from the bags. "Oh yes. Well, I nearly had that one but...yes you go ahead and take it." She spoke as if she had everything under control before Sonya insisted on carrying her own luggage. She caught sight of Zacharie doing a rather poor job of concealing his amusement and shot him a warning glare. She grabbed a smaller and thankfully lighter duffel bag from the top of the pile and slung it over her shoulder. "Well then, I think we best be on our way in that case. Miss Sonya will no doubt need all the time she can to get settled in."
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Zacharie
Truly Feared
The Proxy
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Post by Zacharie on Dec 2, 2012 0:20:02 GMT -6
The spy only nodded and grinned in response to Sonya’s thanks as he briskly walked off, turning for a moment to return Fran's glare as well. It took just a little bit of careful maneuvering around streams of crowds coming in through the platforms, but Zacharie managed to wheel a trolley right over to the group of mercenaries. It was relatively big enough to carry most of the luggage, most importantly the case that was housing Sonya’s minigun. As he stopped he looked around for a sturdier piece of luggage and immediately picked it up and placed it to one end of the trolley.
“Right, we can just place the heavier pieces on the bottom and work our way up.” Zacharie said with a grin, wasting no time in attempting to pick up another piece. However it seemed a bit heavier than he expected, he managed to get it off the ground at first, but there was a noticble burning feeling in his arms as he moved it. He tried his best not to make it obvious as he nearly dragged it over and pushed it onto the trolley. “Haha, let’s get started then!” Zacharie added with a heavy sigh.
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Gordon
Sufficiently Lethal
RED Sniper
Posts: 179
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Post by Gordon on Dec 5, 2012 22:13:42 GMT -6
"Oh, wonderful." Gordon turned to see that Zacharie had brought over a luggage trolley. This would definitely make this much less arduous. He dragged the suitcase and some bags over to the trolley. Damn, they were really starting to get rather heavy. The size of the trolley seemed to be enough for all of the luggage luckily. Eyeing a few of the larger pieces of luggage and wondering what each one was, he began to quietly help with loading the trolley. Fighting the pain in his muscles from the luggage, the trolley began to become heavier and heavier.
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Post by sonya on Dec 8, 2012 2:01:13 GMT -6
Sonya watched nervously as her new teammates tried to help with her luggage. Really, she'd have rather handled it all herself... and she thought she'd told them so too, was this that Western capitalist male chauvinism she'd heard so much about or merely the language barrier? Her teammates were really such skinny things... but she was honestly drawing a blank on the imperative case in English to tell them to leave it alone. Oh, well, it wasn't like any of her previous statements had been wonders of accurate grammar in any case.
"Careful -- do not get hurt with luggage! I will pick up." So saying, with a tiny whimper of effort, she managed to lift the whole rest of the stack and move it to the trolley, which creaked under the burden of the giant minigun. She grinned, reeling slightly.
"There! Okay. Now we can put show on the road! Where is car?"
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