Post by blackmage on Apr 30, 2010 0:21:40 GMT -5
That feeling of sticking out like a sore thumb is something most people can't escape. The awkward stares everyone gives you because they don't like the way your dressed or how you hair is cut tends to be intimidating...Or you can just say fuck it and not pay anyone no mind and just do as you have been ordered to do. Patrick scratched his head and looked around the room amongst all of the snobby guest. His Zeon uniform was pressed and was well washed before he had arrived he made sure not to have his uniform come into contact with dirt at any point along the way. So it wasn't how he was dressed that bothered them, it was his haircut. Patrick smiled and nodded at some of the locals that seem to enjoy sticking their noses up in the air at his radically different choice of hairstyle.
"Keep the drinks flowing bar keep!" Patrick snatched a glass of champagne off a platter from a passing waiter and downed the glass quickly as if he had been dying of thirst. He placed the empty glass on the platter and grabbed for another one and gave the waiter a friendly jab in the arm as he guzzled down a second glass.
"I beg your pardon sir!" The waiter answered with a strong British accent much like Packie's. Patrick dropped the glass in shock.
"Holy Zum City! I'm not alone after all!" Patrick grabbed the waiter with his eyes as wide as a pair of saucers. All he had heard since he was in the military were all other accents but a British one like his own. To him it seemed to be a act of god that their was another Brit besides himself in Side 3. Patrick hugged the waiter as if he was a long lost brother he had been searching for all his life. "I can end my search! There is someone in Side 3 who doesn't sound like a yank!" Patrick said loudly.
"Unhand me you brute!" The waiter protested as he dropped the platter of Champaign all over the floor. Patrick let his feeble counterpart go. The waiter dusted off his black suit while distancing himself away from Patrick.
"Nevermind they must have castrated you at birth mate." Patrick through one of his hands up in disgust. The waiter gasped after Patrick insulted him. The other party guest looked on in shock. He seemed to be the only in the room that had any nerve to want to cut loose. Patrick walked about the room while the esteemed guest stared at him with disdain. All around the room their were busts of Gihren Zabi and other members of the Zabi family. On the far wall hanged a portrait of the Zabi family surrounded with a gold frame decorated with Zaku II mobile suits and various other Zeon symbols. Cameras surrounded the area where the portrait was. Much had been done to publicize the event in honor of the victory at Mau province where he had his greatest achievement in service to the Zabi family and to the Duchy of Zeon.
"At least you know how to lighten up young Zeon soldier." A deep voice addressed Patrick. Packie turned only to see Dozle Zabi towering over him as if he was small child. Patrick's jaw slowly dropped for a moment as he looked up at the rough face of Dozle. He had seen him from a distance and on monitors while in the fleet, but he never could account for the man's height.
"Sir!" Patrick saluted quickly and stood at attention. Dozle laughed and slapped Packie's arm.
"This is your party! Your the guest of honor here!" Patrick lowered his hand and gave a hesitant smile. "Don't let the guests fool you...I would have rather not invited them." Dozle leaned in and whispered. Soon after he followed it up with another slap up against Patrick's arm and a loud laugh. The snobbish guest that had been invited looked on with a combination of disgust and shock as the two Zeon soldiers now turned and walked to the center of the room. "So I hear you shot down 15 Federation fighters before you entered the colony?" Dozle asked as he sipped from his glass of champaign.
"Well I don't know if I shot down 15. I wasn't really counting sir." Patrick shrugged and smiled trying to be humble in front of his superior officer.
"Don't be so modest Foley! You served your country well at Side 4 and you will be honored for it!" Dozle said as he placed his large palm on Patrick's shoulder. The glare from the lights made the spikes on his shoulders shine brightly. The gold glow reflected off the side of Dozle's face every once in a while when he would move his head in the right position. "You went out of your way and put your life on the line and made this country proud" Dozle reassured Patrick with another slap on the arm.
"I suppose you are right sir." Patrick rubbed his arm. The clubbing he was getting from the much larger Dozle was beginning to take its toll on him and he could feel a bruise begining to form.
"Which reminds me!" Dozle loudly blurted out before walking away. He quickly turned to face Patrick once more and motioned for him to follow him. "I have someone I want you to meet." Patrick followed behind the mammoth size Zabi. The guest all parted ways as Dozle approached. Some guest that were dancing would even stop dancing to avoid being stomped to death. To Patrick it was a scene that was similar to Moses parting the Red Sea as he followed. "I want you to meet Simon Wolfgang."
"The pleasure is all mine mein fuehrer." An SS man responded, but Packie was unable to see past the large back of Dozle. Finally the large man moved to the side and Patrick seen the SS man he had heard. He stood at perfect attention while saluting Dozle. His black uniform had been pressed with careful detail. The SS always seemed to be always out to show themselves off to the establishment in Zeon. This party was no exception in the SS man's quest of ass kissing. Packie looked at them all with distrust. They hadn't proven to him or other Zeon soldiers they were as tough. They only seemed to be body guards at this current stage of the war.
Simon extended his hand out to Patrick for a shake. He smiled showing all of his perfectly white teeth. Patrick looked down at his hand and then shook it with hesitation. Patrick really wanted to get away from the man. His German accent bothered Patrick enough that he would rather stand in a room and listened to a chalk board be scratched over and over again, but he had no avenues of escape.
"Evening mate." Patrick faked a smile and a nod as he exchanged pleasantries with the annoying sounding German. Simon handed Packie a folded piece of paper.
"It is the speech you will have to give in a few hours. Please don't get drunk." Patrick unfolded the paper and skimmed it. Patrick looked up from the paper with one eye brow raised.
"You expect me to read all of this?" Simon shook his head.
"Memorize what you can, I will give you a ear piece to help you where you may get stuck at or forget your lines." Patrick rubbed one of his ears. That German accent was beginning to get on his last nerves. Patrick looked up and faked a smile once more and gave Simon a Dozle size slap on the shoulder. He did it with enough force to jar his glasses off the bridge of his nose.
"Tell you what mate. You leave me to my devices and I'll work on memorizing your little speech." He was told earlier about doing this for a propaganda stunt he just never thought his ears would nearly bleed dealing with an annoying German. Patrick walked away quickly with the paper in his hand. Simon stood beside Dozle with a frown on his face. He rubbed his frail arm as he watched Patrick run off dissapearing in the crowd of snobby guest.
(ooc: I'll post the rest later)
"Keep the drinks flowing bar keep!" Patrick snatched a glass of champagne off a platter from a passing waiter and downed the glass quickly as if he had been dying of thirst. He placed the empty glass on the platter and grabbed for another one and gave the waiter a friendly jab in the arm as he guzzled down a second glass.
"I beg your pardon sir!" The waiter answered with a strong British accent much like Packie's. Patrick dropped the glass in shock.
"Holy Zum City! I'm not alone after all!" Patrick grabbed the waiter with his eyes as wide as a pair of saucers. All he had heard since he was in the military were all other accents but a British one like his own. To him it seemed to be a act of god that their was another Brit besides himself in Side 3. Patrick hugged the waiter as if he was a long lost brother he had been searching for all his life. "I can end my search! There is someone in Side 3 who doesn't sound like a yank!" Patrick said loudly.
"Unhand me you brute!" The waiter protested as he dropped the platter of Champaign all over the floor. Patrick let his feeble counterpart go. The waiter dusted off his black suit while distancing himself away from Patrick.
"Nevermind they must have castrated you at birth mate." Patrick through one of his hands up in disgust. The waiter gasped after Patrick insulted him. The other party guest looked on in shock. He seemed to be the only in the room that had any nerve to want to cut loose. Patrick walked about the room while the esteemed guest stared at him with disdain. All around the room their were busts of Gihren Zabi and other members of the Zabi family. On the far wall hanged a portrait of the Zabi family surrounded with a gold frame decorated with Zaku II mobile suits and various other Zeon symbols. Cameras surrounded the area where the portrait was. Much had been done to publicize the event in honor of the victory at Mau province where he had his greatest achievement in service to the Zabi family and to the Duchy of Zeon.
"At least you know how to lighten up young Zeon soldier." A deep voice addressed Patrick. Packie turned only to see Dozle Zabi towering over him as if he was small child. Patrick's jaw slowly dropped for a moment as he looked up at the rough face of Dozle. He had seen him from a distance and on monitors while in the fleet, but he never could account for the man's height.
"Sir!" Patrick saluted quickly and stood at attention. Dozle laughed and slapped Packie's arm.
"This is your party! Your the guest of honor here!" Patrick lowered his hand and gave a hesitant smile. "Don't let the guests fool you...I would have rather not invited them." Dozle leaned in and whispered. Soon after he followed it up with another slap up against Patrick's arm and a loud laugh. The snobbish guest that had been invited looked on with a combination of disgust and shock as the two Zeon soldiers now turned and walked to the center of the room. "So I hear you shot down 15 Federation fighters before you entered the colony?" Dozle asked as he sipped from his glass of champaign.
"Well I don't know if I shot down 15. I wasn't really counting sir." Patrick shrugged and smiled trying to be humble in front of his superior officer.
"Don't be so modest Foley! You served your country well at Side 4 and you will be honored for it!" Dozle said as he placed his large palm on Patrick's shoulder. The glare from the lights made the spikes on his shoulders shine brightly. The gold glow reflected off the side of Dozle's face every once in a while when he would move his head in the right position. "You went out of your way and put your life on the line and made this country proud" Dozle reassured Patrick with another slap on the arm.
"I suppose you are right sir." Patrick rubbed his arm. The clubbing he was getting from the much larger Dozle was beginning to take its toll on him and he could feel a bruise begining to form.
"Which reminds me!" Dozle loudly blurted out before walking away. He quickly turned to face Patrick once more and motioned for him to follow him. "I have someone I want you to meet." Patrick followed behind the mammoth size Zabi. The guest all parted ways as Dozle approached. Some guest that were dancing would even stop dancing to avoid being stomped to death. To Patrick it was a scene that was similar to Moses parting the Red Sea as he followed. "I want you to meet Simon Wolfgang."
"The pleasure is all mine mein fuehrer." An SS man responded, but Packie was unable to see past the large back of Dozle. Finally the large man moved to the side and Patrick seen the SS man he had heard. He stood at perfect attention while saluting Dozle. His black uniform had been pressed with careful detail. The SS always seemed to be always out to show themselves off to the establishment in Zeon. This party was no exception in the SS man's quest of ass kissing. Packie looked at them all with distrust. They hadn't proven to him or other Zeon soldiers they were as tough. They only seemed to be body guards at this current stage of the war.
Simon extended his hand out to Patrick for a shake. He smiled showing all of his perfectly white teeth. Patrick looked down at his hand and then shook it with hesitation. Patrick really wanted to get away from the man. His German accent bothered Patrick enough that he would rather stand in a room and listened to a chalk board be scratched over and over again, but he had no avenues of escape.
"Evening mate." Patrick faked a smile and a nod as he exchanged pleasantries with the annoying sounding German. Simon handed Packie a folded piece of paper.
"It is the speech you will have to give in a few hours. Please don't get drunk." Patrick unfolded the paper and skimmed it. Patrick looked up from the paper with one eye brow raised.
"You expect me to read all of this?" Simon shook his head.
"Memorize what you can, I will give you a ear piece to help you where you may get stuck at or forget your lines." Patrick rubbed one of his ears. That German accent was beginning to get on his last nerves. Patrick looked up and faked a smile once more and gave Simon a Dozle size slap on the shoulder. He did it with enough force to jar his glasses off the bridge of his nose.
"Tell you what mate. You leave me to my devices and I'll work on memorizing your little speech." He was told earlier about doing this for a propaganda stunt he just never thought his ears would nearly bleed dealing with an annoying German. Patrick walked away quickly with the paper in his hand. Simon stood beside Dozle with a frown on his face. He rubbed his frail arm as he watched Patrick run off dissapearing in the crowd of snobby guest.
(ooc: I'll post the rest later)