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Post by gavingracin on Aug 2, 2009 19:19:07 GMT -5
He stretch as he walked to his green, 1971, Grand Torino. It had been a long day at the base, the General was inspecting all the Recon units, his included. And even though they were always perfectly square away, they had to triple check so the man couldn't find anything to pick about. They did so with such precision that they earned the rare, almost smiling quick nod. That was one thing that he lived for, his men being that worth of their titles that the General even thought of them as the closest to the best that he had ever seen. I twas hard to be the best when everyone in the Corps was the cream of the crop, and then Force Recon the creamiest of it all. When you have that dedication and quality in one place, being the best of the best it the hardest thing that one could imagine. Especially when you don't want to be on top, just to be the greatest that you can be for your country. In any event, he was tried or the closest thing to tired that a combat veteran like himself could be...God almighty, is there ever a simple thing that can be said about me that doesn't have to be put in context?... This thought crossed his mind as he started the engine and basked in it's rumble. Damn he loved this car.
The bar he was heading to was only a few miles away, and he needed something strong. It crossed his mind that he should stop by the barracks to change into his civvies, and he laughed to himself. He felt more comfortable in Cammo than he did in jeans. He turned right instead of left; and stopped to change. It took him all of six minutes, 5.9 minutes to talk to his men and ten seconds to slip out of his uniform and into an old pair of grease monkey jeans, and a white t-shirt that he had for more than five years. Saying his goodbyes and letting them know where he was going, he made his way back to his Torino, that those who knew him, called his one true love other than the Corps, and headed to the bar.
The second he walked in, he was hit with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol...Ah, the smell of home... He was greeted by the bar tender Mike with a whiskey shot clicking on the bar, a nod, and a "Evenin' Staff Sergeant, anything else I can get ya'?". Gavin laughed and replied. "You know the answer to that ol' man, you're a fucking psychic when it comes to that shit." The retired Marine Sergeant Major gave a hearty chuckle then place three more shots in front of him. He then threw back all four and four more were placed in there stead. These would last a bit longer, but not much. He could hold his liquor better than anyone he knew, and when you're in the line of work he was, that meant a hell of a lot. After his fifth and ten minutes of talking with Mike, a couple of his men walked in. They greeted each other with the traditional hand shake and half hug that most men did. After a few minutes of meaningless talk and cockiness, they challenged him to a game of pool; which he never failed to school them at. This was a tradition every time they all came to the bar; talk, drinks, and pool. He bought them all a round of beer and they began to play.
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Post by olivia on Aug 3, 2009 0:56:26 GMT -5
California wasn't a place she visited often, but when she did she certainly appreciated the change of scenery. The airline Olivia used for all her flying had called her up a few days ago to inform her that she had quite the collection of free miles on her account and if she didn't use them within the next month they would go to waist. Of course being the person she was she hated to see anything go to waist completely so she opted to take a weeks vacation. She deserved it as far as she was concerned and anyone who dared question it could screw off for all she cared. Olivia had noticed recently that she had became slightly grumpy toward others indicating that she might need to actually sleep, which was rare for her kind but sometimes necessary. Unfortunately every time she attempted to sleep back in New York something would keep her up whether it be sirens or water dripping from her bathroom sink... She didn't know what it was about the golden state, but Olivia felt like it held whatever she needed to get back to her old self once again. Hearing a honk from outside the redhead ran a hand quickly through her long locks before slipping on red high heels. After locking the door to the condo she was renting for the week she entered the taxi quickly with a sigh. "I don't know where I want to go..." She admitted to the driver who was looking at her from the rear view mirror. The sun had went down not to long ago, so the night was still young. "Are there any good bars around here?" Olivia asked wondering how long it had been since she had tasted a nice cold beer. It would be nice for a change to have a different taste lingering in her mouth... "I know just the place." The older looking man informed her before pulling way from the sidewalk and driving off. Only about ten minutes had passed until the taxi pulled up in front of a busy bar. Slightly disappointed by the short ride she paid the man and climbed out of the car before smoothing out her white sun dress. Upon entering the bar she was greeted with the familiar sights, sounds, and smells that came along with practically any bar. Blocking all that out she headed straight for the bar tender to order whatever they had on tap. Just as the frosty glass was placed in front of her a vaguely familiar smell stood out from the rest begging her for attention. As her eyebrows knitted together in confusion she turned around with her mug in hand, as her blue eyes scanned over every corner of the bar trying to place where the scent was coming from. It was comforting to her... Looking from table to table, Olivia searched through all the happy drinkers just needing one face to stick out for her. Knowing that her mind wouldn't rest until she found the culprit she continued looking until all that was left was the pool tables. It was when she was taking a sip of her beer that she had spotted him over there having a good time with others... It was no wonder she had felt a great sense of comfort in her search. Perhaps deep down she had known it belonged to him all along... What were the chances of meeting him again half-way across the world? A smile graced her face as she stared across the bar at Gavin Gracin. |
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Post by gavingracin on Aug 5, 2009 15:18:15 GMT -5
He was in the middle of a combo shot when Anderson whispered in his ear, "Don't look now Sarg. but there's a smokin' hot red head looking straight at ya'." The mans New York accent couldn't distract him from pool but he glanced up just to see who he was referring to. He made the shot perfectly and handed the pool stick to him, the other Marine raised his eyebrows and asked Gavin if he knew her. Just before he left their presence he nodded. "Yeah, her name is Olivia Marino." He didn't look at him as he said this, but simply walked toward her piercing blue eyes and glowing porcelain skin.
He hadn't seen her in a very long time, but had never forgot her name, nor their time together. There was just something about her that Gavin could never resist. A gravity that pulled him to her like death to war. He had dreams about her occasionally, but never had he thought that she would actually appear again. Ever since England, he had kept a special place in his heart for her, one that couldn't be filled by anything or anyone else but she. It was as if she was a missing piece to the puzzle of his soul. It could not be described in words and done justice to.
He didn't know how to greet her as he crossed the wooden floor. It had been years, but he still felt the same about her. His foot steps were solid thuds, his eyes never leaving her beautiful face. He could feel the stares of the men behind him drill into the back of his head, but didn't care at this moment in time. They had never known him to be so enthralled in a woman as to stop playing pool. He had girl friends, but they came and went, and they knew it. He wasn't one for love, but they could see the look on their leader, and it was one they had never seen adorn his face. He Paused before taking Olivia's hand in his and pressing his lips to it. Her smile was beyond words, and his own far less remarkable one couldn't be stopped from appearing.
"Ms. Olivia, it has been far too long"
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Post by olivia on Aug 6, 2009 15:49:50 GMT -5
Her eyes never strayed from him though in the back of her mind she did have doubts whether or not he would have remembered her. It would probably be easy to get lost in the mix of people that he had met during his travels. In all honestly she was just happy to see him, even if it was at a distance. When Gavin had looked up from the pool table and as his eyes had met with hers all her doubts disappeared and was replaced with the warm memories of England. Had it really been that long? It was easy to lose track of time, especially when you had all the time in the world, but to her it seemed like it was just yesterday. As he made his way over to her Olivia couldn't’t help but study him from head to toe. He was still handsome as ever and possibly even more handsome then the last time she saw him. Taking one last quick sip of her beer she turned around and set it the glass on the wooden counter behind her leaving it forgotten. It was when she was turning back around when she felt a warm hand lift up hers to a pair of lips. She could have sworn that her heart had jumped at the action, but of course that was impossible. "Ms. Olivia, it has been far too long"“Yes, it has been too long.” She agreed with a small chuckle, his voice music to her ears. “And I thought I told you before to just call me Olivia.” Pulling her hand gently out of his she stood up on her tip toes quickly before wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug. It wasn’t often that Olivia would hug anyone, but it felt incredible to feel his warm body against her cold skin once again. If there was one word to describe how Gavin made her feel it would be human and that hadn't changed over the years. He still made her feel that way and she loved it. “If I had known that I would’ve met you in a bar in California I would have came here a lot sooner, Soldier. I missed you!” She whispered before placing a kiss on his cheek before glancing at the pool table he had just came from. She didn't mean to interrupt his game even though she didn't really feel sorry that she did. "I knew I would bump into you again if I was just patient enough. So, you live here then? " Maybe she would take a longer vacation now, but if anything she just hoped that this time they wouldn't have such an abrupt parting. They had quite a bit of catching up to do... |
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Post by gavingracin on Aug 7, 2009 19:37:21 GMT -5
The word entranced really couldn't describe the feeling that he had when he was in Olivia's presence. it was as if nothing else in the world existed, no war, no people, no whiskey, nothing, just her sweet soul. Some would call that love, but he didn't quite know if that was what it was, people fell out of love. But the same feeling was there now as it was eight years ago. Though he had aged, she seemed to have just walked straight out of the past and right back into his life. It was when he met Olivia for the first time, that he became sure that there was a God, for she was, without a doubt, heaven sent.
“Yes, it has been too long.” Her voice was as smooth as silk, and sweet as white chocolate. He had almost forgotten how wonderful it was when she spoke. “And I thought I told you before to just call me Olivia.” She took her hand from his and wrapped them both around him. Her skin was like ice, a trait that he had never before felt in any other woman. "You have, I just love the sound of your voice." It was one of the many things that made her so unique in his memory. The low temperature of her pristine body simply was part of who she was.
“If I had known that I would’ve met you in a bar in California I would have came here a lot sooner, Soldier. I missed you!” He let a little chuckle pass his lips as she called him soldier, it waadorablele. From anyone else he would have corrected it with the word "Marine" but Olivia was a class unto her own. "I've missed you as well darling" She glanced toward where he had come from, no doubt wondering who the men were. It was then that he wondered why this hadn't come in a vision before hand, things like this always were shone to him. His gift had it's mood swings but something this big never went untold. The train of thought ended the instant her dazzling blue eyes returned to his face, and began to speak, "I knew I would bump into you again if I was just patient enough. So, you live here then? " He never got tired of hearing her voice, there was just something un-earthly beautiful about it, almost angelic.
"Me and my unit were stationed here about a year ago. Before that was Virginia, Germany, and Georgia. Unfortunately, Cali-fucking-- pardon me -- California doesn't quite suit me, it's far to... Peppy." He didn't do that for many, edit himself that is. He known for having incrediblyey vulgar language, and for being on of the best SSgt.s in Force Recon. He wasn't ashamed of it, and told it like he saw it, and most of the time, that involved something that wasn't used in polite conversation.
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Post by olivia on Aug 9, 2009 23:02:57 GMT -5
She was glad she came to California. It wasn't because of the beautiful beaches, the warm weather, or the sight seeing. No... It was because he happened to be there out of all the places. Olivia was never really sure what to think when it came down to destiny or fate, but this chance meeting definitely had her wondering the possibilities. It was exactly what she needed. A familiar, friendly, and handsome face to calm her nerves frazzled nerves which had been keeping her up back in New York. Her mood had instantly lifted the second her eyes had landed on him. Gavin was like a placebo made just for her. Olivia was convinced that a quick look from him could practically heal anything. "You have, I just love the sound of your voice." "Well, you certainly haven't lost any of your charm." A light blush stained her pale cheeks as she couldn't hold back a chuckle. Not much had changed, except his appearance, which now took on a slightly more mature look. He looked amazing for a better lack of words. "I've missed you as well darling."She smiled, glad that her initial thought of him not remembering her wasn't true. "Eight years is quite a long time I suppose. I was afraid that perhaps you wouldn't have remembered me when I had first spotted you." Olivia admitted with a small shrug of her shoulders as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Me and my unit were stationed here about a year ago. Before that was Virginia, Germany, and Georgia. Unfortunately, Cali-fucking-- pardon me -- California doesn't quite suit me, it's far to... Peppy."She couldn't help but laugh when he had corrected himself. It was cute and in all honestly she didn't mind. She had quite the potty mouth when she felt like it, but it usually came out in Italian so others couldn't understand. "You're right, it doesn't suit you." She agreed with a small nod as she tilted her head to the side slightly before glancing back at the pool table. "Do you want to finish your game? I can meet you somewhere later if you'd like to? I would love to catch up and hear about your travels... Perhaps we could go dancing for old time sakes. I'm here for a week, so I have nothing but time." She offered with a smile not wanting to take away from what time he had with his friends. Taking a moment she glanced down at her wrist watch to see the time, which she had plenty of before the sunrise. |
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Post by gavingracin on Aug 10, 2009 12:33:19 GMT -5
"Do you want to finish your game? I can meet you somewhere later if you'd like to? I would love to catch up and hear about your travels... Perhaps we could go dancing for old time sakes. I'm here for a week, so I have nothing but time." The question really didn't make good sense to Gavin. He ate, worked, and slept in the same barracks as the guys, he was going to see them tomorrow. They only had a week together, like he was going to give up even two minutes of it to play pool.
"The boys'll understand, Let me just get the money they owe me, and we can get out of here. I know a place not far from here." He backed up a set, letting her hands fall into his and kissing the top of one. "I will be right back." With that he stepped slowly away and toward the not so well hide laces of his men. No doubt they were wondering who the hell she was, after all he had never told them about her. This was extremely unusual because as a unit, they were brothers and they shared everything. He hide only one other thing from them, it was his psychic ability. They of course always guessed at why they were so lucky in every battle, and how he always knew where people would come out at, but they never would actually believe him.
He was already prepared for the bombardment of questions that he knew was coming, and was greeted by five sly smiles and a nudge from Anderson. "Olivia, huh? Why haven't we heard o' her before Staff Sergeant?" Gavin gave a equally sly and crooked smile in return. The truth was that her memory was to precious to be shared with others. Words would only dull the beauty of that time. And he would undoubtably be asked how she was in bed and such, which he didn't wish to answer, Olivia was a proper lady. "'Cuz Corporal, she ain't like all the others. Now pay up, this Marine has got some catching up to do." /He received some raised eye brows to complement the smiles as they all reached into their pockets. If there was one thing that these guys had going for them, it was that they were to fucking honest not to pay their bets. One thing that he greatly admired about them all. he stuck out his hand and each put his fifty in it, Anderson paused just before the green paper touched. "We better get details Sarge." The man winked and placed the money in his had. Counting the cash before he stuck it in his wallet he gave his thanks and saluted them in a good-bye.
His focus was now right back on the angel that had ben gliding through his dreams for eight, long years. It might be a bit soon to fall back into old habits, picking up right where they left off, but it seemed right. It was a cruel parting, his unit had been given their orders, they were going to war. He didn't have a chance to say a proper good-bye before he was loaded into a cargo plane and shipped back to the states to prepare for deployment. He had been in hot zones seven times since then, and every one he remembered. Every face haunted him, every innocent child that was used as a suicide bomber weighed on his shoulders. Today was a different kind of war, one where anyone was game, where civilians were expendable shields and not even the preciousness of a child was spared. This was the unfortunate truth, but his silver lining was now standing before him, with gorgeous blue eyes, and the skin of the gods.
He smiled at her, "Ready?"
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