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Post by Flex on Apr 15, 2008 21:04:54 GMT -5
Tuske sat on his bed, idly scratching at the scab on his arm. He had recieved it in the training yard that day, from his fellow new recruit Farman. Tuske was waiting for his brother to return.
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Post by barker520 on Apr 15, 2008 21:06:35 GMT -5
Rurke walked into the bunk room and fell down onto his bed, exhausted. "Fuckin' wall," he muttered. "It's big."
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Post by Flex on Apr 15, 2008 21:08:05 GMT -5
"You got that right." Tuske said to his brother. It was the first sentence this day that he hadn't sworn in and so he chuckled and added a nonchalant "Fuck."
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Post by barker520 on Apr 15, 2008 21:08:50 GMT -5
Rurke looked at him. "You say fuck too much, brother. Try shit or damn every so often, it'll feel good, promise."
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Post by Flex on Apr 15, 2008 21:10:09 GMT -5
"The only reason I say fuck so much is because you never do, hah!" he got up and went to wash his face. "So what labor did pig-fucker make you do today?"
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Post by barker520 on Apr 15, 2008 21:11:44 GMT -5
Rurke laughed at his brother's joke before answering. "Well, I had ta do a bunch o'.... shit. What about you?"
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Post by Flex on Apr 15, 2008 21:12:58 GMT -5
"Gravel making for me. However, there is something fun about hitting a rock with a mallet. Sometimes I pretend it's pig-fucker, or Farman." He grinned horribly at his brother. "Sometimes it's you."
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Post by barker520 on Apr 15, 2008 21:14:38 GMT -5
Rurke spat. "Fuck you," he said, emphazing "fuck". "As for Farmer, I wanna hit that bastard too. Thinks hes better than o' us, he does, on account of bein' born a girly boy. Fuckin craven, has ta hide behind his bloody sword. I'd tear 'em 'part with my fists, I would."
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Post by Flex on Apr 15, 2008 21:17:30 GMT -5
"I wouldn't stop you! Hah, reckon he's gonna be the first to freeze his fucking balls off!" He paused. "If he even has any!" Tuske laughed and then sat back down on his bed. "Training today, I much prefere the axe to the sword. An axe you can just ramm into someone's fucking head, hah!"
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Post by barker520 on Apr 15, 2008 21:19:22 GMT -5
Rurke grinned and agreed. He looked around to make sure no one was listening. "We should give that bastard Lord Farmer a beating tonight, eh? Catch when he's bloody sleepin' and short of that sword o' his... we'd teach him a thing or to bout disrespectin' us northmen, that southern girl will."
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Post by Flex on Apr 15, 2008 21:23:37 GMT -5
Tuske was about to bellow out in agreement when he stopped. "Mh. Maybe not the best idea... fuck, I'd love to punch that craven's face in but... I think I'd rather not be made to walk the wall naked. It's the kinda punishment I can imagine up here."
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Post by barker520 on Apr 16, 2008 8:28:08 GMT -5
Rurke laughed at the picture of his brother walking the wall naked. "It'd be mighty amusing, if ya ask me."
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Post by Flex on Apr 16, 2008 8:31:02 GMT -5
Tuske laughed quietly into his beard. "D'you remember that village we came through, about a league back? You reckon they got women there?" Tuske badly needed a woman. After a day of hard work at home he had always had the possibility of taking a woman.
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Post by barker520 on Apr 16, 2008 8:36:28 GMT -5
"Women? Well, I s'ppose so, Tuske. Everyplace got women. There be women everywhere," Rurke said, starting to grow excited at the idea. A woman would take his mind off the blasted wall for a good five minutes.
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Post by Flex on Apr 16, 2008 8:40:49 GMT -5
"If there's not women, we can always make Farman our little bitch, HAH!" Tuske stood, stretched and put on his big cloak. "It's me on guard duty tonight. Pig-fucker is gonna be there too... might push that bastard off the fucking wall, heh."
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