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[Today you can find the Major outside on his lawn. He'll be starting the day early today, considering it's a very special day. You can find him on his lawn, hanging the American flag out, and will just stand and look at it for a moment, before saluting it. It was a fine flag, and a fine country that he had proudly served in time of war.

After showing a bit of reverence towards his flag and country, the Major will proceed to work a bit in the garden. He quite clearly remembers the tomato garden his mother had kept when he was a child; he supposes today would be as good a day as any to work on one of his own.]

Date: 2011-07-04 06:46 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] commentboxtroll
Digging around in the dirt on a holiday, Mr. Major?

[And that brat Caesar just so happened to be strolling by around that time. He's stopped to watch.]

Date: 2011-07-05 05:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com
[Oh god, not this runt. But he supposes he should do his best to be civil.]

I'm planting a garden. In memory of someone. Today is quite a fitting day for such.

Date: 2011-07-05 04:10 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] commentboxtroll
Yeah. I suppose that is a good way to spend today.

[Aw, don't be a hater.]

Are you ever going to get back to me on that chess game, Mr. Major? [Because nonexistent chess challenges in the park are serious business in Mayfield. Serious. Business.] Y'know, for another day.

God, sorry how late these are

Date: 2011-07-07 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com
[The Major tsks a little.]

So impatient, my boy. I doubt you'd last even a few minutes in a game, with an attitude like that.

Date: 2011-07-08 03:40 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] commentboxtroll
Or maybe you're worried about how badly you would lose to me.

[Respect your elders? What's that?]

So, hey, who's the garden in memory of?

Date: 2011-07-08 04:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com
Hardly boy. I just wish I had more of a challenge.

My mother. She used to have one like it, when I was a small boy.

Date: 2011-07-08 04:43 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] commentboxtroll
Keep thinking that. It'll make the loss all the better.

Oh? You never really struck me as the sort that would care about your mother.

[After he says that, he can't help but look confused. Why... why would he say something like that?]

Date: 2011-07-08 05:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com
For someone who barely knows their opponent, you certainly act overly sure of yourself.

[The Major stops, and then looks over his shoulder at Caesar. That was certainly out of line.]

...I cannot fathom why you would think that, let alone voice it.

Date: 2011-07-09 02:00 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] commentboxtroll
Sorry. I don't know where that came from.

[Could be because he gleefully murders his neighbors-- Oh, that's silly. There isn't anyone like that in Mayfield.]

I... think I should go...

God, I'm so sorry how late this it

Date: 2011-07-14 12:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sturmbahnfurher.livejournal.com
I believe you should.

[His voice is cold, but controlled. There's no point in getting upset with such an addle headed boy, anyway. He just needs to leave for the moment.]

Date: 2011-07-14 12:44 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] commentboxtroll
Uh, right. Have a happy Fourth, Mr. Major.

[Caesar's sure not going to stick around. He turns and hurries along on his way again, though not without the occasional worried glance back at the man as he goes.]

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