Remember Charlie?

[Jacky]

"God, you should've become the speechman." I grin at him in a reply to his oh-so-refined answer. I cross my legs and pick a straw of grass out of the ground, twisting it between my fingers. "You don't talk much, do you?" I ask.

[Hannah]

I shrug at that "Is there much to talk about here?" I ask him in return. "I could say that the mosquito's are buzzing but I guess you already noticed that"

[Jacky]

"No shit." I smirk. I get up from the ground and drop the grass. "Hey, I bet there'll come a time that you'll wish for this dullness to return." I predict. I tap my helmet as some sort of salute before I head over to the tents. I wanna see whether this place is even slightly alive, or whether everyone's just as gloom.

[Hannah]

I watch him walk off with a smirk, he is right most likely. Oh well.. I get up and slowly enter the woods after taking off my boots. I don't like the boots.. they let people hear you.

[Jacky]

I enter the tent where the rest of the platoon is hanging out. Smoking, playing cards or bullshitting about stories about home - it's kinda a buzz of activity. Everyone got his breath back after today's long march and no-one really seems urged to shut up. Some guys are on their bunkbeds, writing letters, and I doubt to do the same for a moment before someone offers me to join a cardgame.

[Hannah]

I keep walking around the camp, making sure not to make any sounds. I am pretty sure they are here.. that they watched us march through the jungle..

[Jacky]

After a while I see one of the guys putting a guitar back into it's case.. I put my last card down. "I'm out." I tell the fellows, cos I'm curious what kind of a loonatic would carry a guitar through the jungle.
I get up and go over to the fellow. "Hey."
The guy looks up. "Hi." He zips the case.
"Nice guitar." I tell him.
"A fucking burden, that's what it is. Didn't know it'd be so hard to carry around. I'm leaving it here." He shrugs.
"Really?" I look at the case. "...Mind if I play it for a second then?" I try.
He looks up at Jack and smirks. "You play guitar?" He inquires. When he doesn't get a real answer he shrugs and gestures Jack to go ahead. He's fed up with the instrument now it slowed him down so much on the march today.
"Thanks." I grin and unzip the case, getting the guitar out.

[Hannah]

I can hear the people in the camp talk clearly and I notice Sparrow and some other guy get out of the tents.. this is rediculous, I could shoot them right away..
I make a big circle around the camp and walk up them from the other side.

[Jacky]

I sit down on the ground again, outside the tent, with the guitar on my lap. The fellow who owns the thing came along and he sits down to hear what I can do. Some others look over curiously but keep their distance.
"What dya play?" He asks.
"A lot of stuff. Whatever suits my mood." I shrug.
He shows a grin, revealing the fact that he's missing a front tooth. "What's your mood?"
I shrug my shoulders and take a hold of the guitar properly. I play a few first notes, and intro to a song.

[Hannah]

I put on my shoes again, looking around back into the woods. I don't trust this place.. I grit my teeth and hide my emotions well before I slowly walk over to Sparrow and the rest of the soldiers.