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Rifleman Henry Labranche was on his third bottle of water since the airport. "Fucking pills." he muttered, the dramamine was just starting to wear off. He took another swig of water and swished it around in his mouth, holding it for a long time before swallowing. He looked at the scenery as well, he decided to try and spark up a conversation, "So anyone else see that little island as we were landing? How much do you think one of those places cost? I think I'd be wicked pissed if I found out my mansion was next to an airport though." his new england accent was coming on thick, he'd swirl and swish more water before emptying the bottle, smashing it and sealing the cap before tossing it in the trash bag. "Can someone pass me another one?"

Lucius Clay the rifleman sat on the far end of the middle bench seat of the van with his muscular arms crossed over his chest. His "boonie" hat was over his face, as he tried to catch some shut-eye, with about as much success as Asim. He reached up with one burly hand, and lifted the hat just enough for one of his eyes to glance out as Henry expectorated his water back into his bottle. "Nasty, man," he said with a heavy African American accent before dropping the hat back into place over his face. Recrossing his limbs, he made a dry cough as he resumed trying to sleep. Finally giving up the losing battle, he took off the hat and sat upright, rubbing one hand on his shaved bald pate. His complexion was the color of dark roast coffee, contrasted by the bright whites of his corneas and the grill of his clenched teeth. "Can't wait to get on the ship, man. Wide open seas is where it's at. Nobody can sneak up on you, doin' shit. You keep your eyes peeled, you'll see any mo-fos before they get close to boardin'. No surprises." Obviously, Clay had a bad experience somewhere in his thirty years of life, part of it on an Afghanistan rotation.

Henry would unbuckle his seatbelt and climb into the back of the van to get to the cooler., "The Labranches got water in their blood. Granted it's seawater, but still..." He climbed back into his seat after grabbing a bottle of water and buckled up. "Oh no, If I just get on a plane it's no problem. Soon as I reach an altitude of over 10 feet and go anywhere over 10 Knots my stomach decides it wants to leave my body." He swirled the water in his mouth before spitting it into the bottle, scratching an 'H' into the label with his thumbnail. "And how anyone would enjoy the 'high' of dramamine is fucking beyond me. Half the time I wonder if taking the pills is worth it." He'd take another swig of water. He glanced at the book Marek was trying to read and planed to prank him later with a phone call.

(Well, its been almost a week. I guess this game will back and forth between me and Ikaika till the other player join. I should have started this game “after“the holidays.) The big Polish man lost his attention of his book when he heard Henry ask for more water .” Another bottle!? You'll get water poisoning if you drink too much!” Adam pulled his earphones out and replied to Marek in a cockney accent.” Oi mate, I think he needs a little bit more water after tripping out on those pills.” A Smart ass grin formed on his face. Andreia lowered phone and gave the Brit dagger eyes.” Seriously!? You been working with him for almost a year and you don't know he gets sick whenever he gets on the plane?” Adam put his hands up like he was about to get about to get hit. “Whoa lass! I was just joking. I know perfectly well he's taking that dramamine for. You been working with me long enough to know that'll like to kid around, right?" Despite all the talking Mutada was fast asleep. And Hannu was muttering something in Finnish.