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[Nov. 1st, 2007|08:44 pm] |
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Hey, Ocelot.
Head over to my quarters sometime? I could do with the company. Groznyj Grad has been... pretty dull lately.
I can keep my hands tied to my sides. Promise. |
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| Booooooored. |
[Aug. 17th, 2007|07:07 pm] |
In the run-up to unleashing a nuclear weapon, why the fuck is it so boring? Do we really need so many fucking forms!?
I wish the Colonel wasn't busy.
*pout* |
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| Scoping out the laboratory, part II |
[Aug. 1st, 2007|10:55 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  horny | ] |
"You and I...are like real brothers. We fight. We hurt each other. We forgive each other...clumsily, but sincerely. I think."
He could articulate it, but Raikov's melting shoulders pleased him. He probably couldn't even have articulated it if he were fully sobered.
He liked the way the Major's uniform had settled against his own, a companionable dance of sleepy wool, slowly waltzing cheek to cheek.
"...I smile sometimes, when I see you at morning Roll."
Ivan smiled.
"Yeah. And sometimes you threaten me with a makarov."
He paused, thoughtful. "You're better than a brother," he said, suddenly decisive about the fact.
It was unexpectedly nice to just be like this. Ivan found himself reciprocating, his fingers pressing around Ocelot's spine, working out the tension of the muscle - which was pretty much all he could reach from where he was.
( Family is about necessity, not choice, he murmured, unthinkingly. ) |
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| Thoughts. |
[Jul. 22nd, 2007|07:48 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  thoughtful | ] |
I took an early night because I wanted to do the one thing I enjoy avoiding most: thinking about what I'm doing, and why I'm doing it.
I guess there's only so far you can go before all that lying and plotting gets tiring. I'm... happy where I am, I suppose. The scenery could do with a change, and with the exception of two or three on-base, a change of people would help.
There's only so long I could've work with a bunch of inbred boys in soldier's uniform before my very thin patience snapped. At least I can get the lazy pricks to not fall over their own shoelaces and not cry for mama too often. I'm not sure if Ocelot finds it hilarious or embarrassing. Sometimes that expression of his is hard to read.
I'm number two, and I actually like it here. I used to dream of conquering all. I think now it's too much of a headache. I can see that when Yevgenys frowns; earthquakes must start when his brow furrows that deep.
I think the stress is getting to him, lately.
I think the stress is getting to me for actually worrying about it.
It's... not easy for me to open these thoughts out. They confuse me and the feelings that come with them still alarm and fascinate me.
Ignoring them, I can summarise the point without having my heart beat inexplicably faster: I can't imagine my life here in Groznyj Grad without Yevgeny Volgin in charge.
I'm going to let him sleep tonight. I don't think he would want to see me thinking so much, and I find it too hard to articulate my... feelings.
Heh. I'm not as strong as I think I am, if Volgin can say it, and I can't.
I'm not even sure I do. Sometimes I can't tell if I'm telling the truth any more.
Mm, I'm tired and confusing myself. I should get to sleep, and focus with clarity in the morning. |
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[Apr. 27th, 2007|07:09 pm] |
I'm hungry.
I hope someone drops a cake whilst I'm on patrol. |
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| Sitting at a table... |
[Apr. 5th, 2007|06:21 pm] |
Raikov made it into breakfast neither too late or too early: optimum for a decent breakfast and a creating a lack of suspicion - Ocelot had left much earlier, he knew.
They rarely shared breakfast, just by their natures. Ocelot set high standards and heaven forbid he fail to set those same standards for his men. Ivan didn't see the point in rushing in first to enjoy the useless wastes of space he had assigned as a unit. At least they were malleable, that was one thing they had going for them...
... He quietly mulled over tea, feeling confident, and wondering if Adamska had taken him seriously the night before. Perhaps he ought to make the gesture and see for himself. If not, it would be a good distraction from everything to lurk in the Shagohod... he had a lot weighing on his mind, even if he didn't show it. |
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| Seduction style! |
[Feb. 25th, 2007|12:18 am] |
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Hah. "Juggernaut of sin". I wouldn't say that. I just have a colourful history, that's all. And a colourful present. And future.
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... With Volgin, of course. *cough* |
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| Oops. |
[Feb. 5th, 2007|10:16 pm] |
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| |  uh-oh. | ] |
Ocelot.
Being a generally agreeable sort, to speed up the unfortunate investigations into that... isolated incident, I allowed my quarters to be examined. After all, it's nice to have oneself removed from the suspect pool (whether or not Volgin would electrocute the accusers on my behalf).
Well... you know that tape...
A bit was salvaged by the fucking sharp-eyed squad. I managed to get the thing back - don't ask - but I suspect more than enough eyes saw it first.
If you want to check the damage for yourself, it's in my personal file - right here. Use my name and "fingerguns" to access; I figure you'd remember that. (And all lower-case.)
As much as it might amuse your squad temporarily, as they seem into this whole lark, if you could make sure they do as good a job as hushing it up as they do sneaking around, then everyone is safe.
Preferably without the use of guns.
I'd offer to make it up to you, but negotiations for my life can start once it's assured the Colonel doesn't find out, first. |
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| FAO Colonel Volgin: |
[Jan. 6th, 2007|10:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | horny | ] |
... I know you're patient and devoted towards achieving your dreams.
I am too, but not in that particular arena. <3
I'm in my office for the next few hours. I'm sure this will reach you. |
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| Bored, bored, bored. |
[Nov. 12th, 2006|10:14 pm] |
Raikov had reached a stage of pure and perfect boredom.
He was in the gym, exorcising some of his frustration by exercising. The place was utterly empty. Usually, the Ocelots would be here this time of the week, but they had to be occupied by something else. Raikov didn't frankly care. The peace was pleasant, better than the sense of isolation and irritation he was beginning to feel from being parted from Volgin.
He hadn't even had the heart to hunt down a temporary substitute. Particularly after... well...
Still, sweating it out with the weights left him feeling pleasurably tired, as had the rings, the horse, and everything else he had mastered.
Not just a pretty face, he thought with a slight smile. He looked good both in and out of uniform, thanks to the definition of his muscles.
Whistling cheerfully, he headed for the showers. That was one thing he had liked about this whole affair: he got to shower a lot more often in Volgin's absence. |
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| Not much to do, post-Ocelot-kidnap... |
[Sep. 28th, 2006|10:49 pm] |
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| |  bored | ] |
It's too damned quiet around here, and yet everyone's back - with spares, even. A whole bunch of cobras and a snake.
I hear Krauss has been humping the legs of the collective defectors.
Volgin is making arrangements for the shagohod, working day and night... as he must, but it leaves me restless to be without the Colonel's company.
... Also, where the fuck is Major Ocelot these days? I haven't heard any of his sarcastic musings for a while.
Well. A couple of days.
Which in Groznyj Grad can be a long, long time...
Enough to forget about what transpired. Yes. Definitely. |
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[Sep. 15th, 2006|01:11 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  cranky | ] |
Bored witless whilst everyone's in Tselinoyarsk, leaving me with the joyful task of running the whole base.
Which means I am not getting any time for recreational pursuits.
The only good thing is the fucking tittering has died down since everyone left, further enhancing the suspicion that whatever's being discussed, it also involves Major Ocelot.
Two days.
... Shut the fuck up, you bastards. I'm in less of a mood to fondle and more of a mood to twist. |
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| Rumour, rumour... |
[Aug. 31st, 2006|11:18 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  intrigued | ] |
... I'm hearing tidbits of little stories as I walk around the Grad.
Only a few words, as everyone becomes mute the second I get too close.
It gets irritating after a while. Amazing how a quick punch can restore humility.
The only thing I know about this sudden influx of chitchat is that it has my name on it. And, from what I hear, Ocelot's.
Chances are, he'll find out what the hell is going on before I do. He's got a unit that'd bend over backwards for him.
... Unfortunately, mine do so less usefully outside of the bedroom...
Sigh. I'm going to miss Yevgeny when he goes to pick up our defector. Yes, I have a soft side, now keep your mouth shut.
... Really miss him... I wonder who how to keep warm whilst he's gone. |
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