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Jun 28 2012, 08:56 PM
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Jun 1 2012, 06:38 PM
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Gideon Bren Sonnet was born in--

Friends. Besides being an insufferable loud mouth who doesn't take much of anything seriously, Gideon is outgoing, straight-shooting, enthusiastic and excitable. I need to write more here but you should read his app till I do. He really only joined the Navy to find his dad, a German Navy officer who killed his mother and fled~ y'know the usual. So he's really... actually very vengeful but no one has to know that unless your name is Basil. Good? Okay.
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Enemies. As loveable as he is, its easy to hate him. He's an asshole and a smartass constantly. ALWAYS has to have the last word and doest ever listen to authority. He's sort of still a little bratty kid to a point. So I can see this filling up pretty quick.
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Lovers. UHM he can have flings and all that good stuff but I think I have this bit filled. ( Always so decided, aren't you Canary? ) so that isn't open but HE'LL HAVE FUN UNTIL THEN. male or female he does not discriminate. Just flirt. ALL THE FLIRTING.

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thirty-two . Sublieutenant . defiant . impulsive . outgoing . ESTP . Capricorn
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“Welcome to the Royal Navy, kid. What’s your name?” <p>

Considering I’d just said it not ten seconds ago, I was growing irritated. ”Gideon Bren Sonnet.” I managed to leave off the sir this time around. Something wasn’t right.
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“Ah! Good! Then you’re ready for initiation then, are you?” <p> the other man- a sublieutenant like myself- gave my shoulder a rough pat.
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“Yes I’m- Wait... You what? What initiation! I only asked where to put my things!”
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The bunk room was expectedly small, being on in a Submarine, but no one seemed to want to offer up any hints as to which bunk would be mine. They were young, like me, but had obviously been there a good deal longer. There were about six of us present at the time, and lucky for me ( Though I hadn’t known it at the time ) I’d been assigned the worst of them.
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I’d only been assigned the day before, and already I was beginning to think I’d gotten myself in way over my head. But... on the other hand... I couldn’t say I wasn’t having fun.
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Considering how boring life for me had been otherwise, joining the Navy had probably been the closest thing to giving my life significance as I could get close to. But... alright alright. Maybe my intentions weren’t always... at their honest. Home life, aside from being boring, had its share of messes. Mum worked out as a land girl when she was young- working to keep the money coming in as the economy went through its ups and downs as it always had.
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But she took care of me and made sure there was food on the table at the end of the day. And that already was loads more than the paternal side of my family had ever done. Dad... my father wasn’t a good man. That much was very very clear. A gambler and a drunk. Abusive husband and absent father. There was only so much you can do and still hold you place in someone’s heart.
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Needless to say, he’d already lost his place in mine, and by that time, it would only get worse.
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When the whole room decided they’d rather pass around those goddamn smug grins that I was seconds from punching right off their faces, I tutted and continued to throw my bags onto an empty bunk. “Initiation, huh? You’re joking, right?”
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They all broke into laughter around me. “Nope. Not in the slightest, kid. How about some drinks before we’re locked back up in this tincan?”
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And of course I wouldn’t know then what agreeing to a little trip out for a pint with the men I would be spending a lot more time with from now on would be getting me into.
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The depression back home was long and agonizing. As a boy I ate little- attended school- and ignored my chores as all children seemed to do in this age. Life was as normal as one could possibly be. It was always one great wonder when one of those days could be spent showing off that sling shot I’d managed to make- just like all of my other homemade toys where mummy couldn’t afford to buy me real ones. Or poking fun at the secondary girls batting their lashes and giggling together over how they knew we were too afraid to talk otherwise.
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In away, being in the Navy as a new recruit was a bit like being back in school. I still had a lot of ropes to learn and the guys were swell- they really were. They were the sort to scare the shit out of you the first time you shook their hands, but find yourself laughing along with them by the end of the night. There was Young and Walker, Hyland and King, then, of course, there was me. Despite everyone else aboard, this was the group that stuck together the most; they’re a good lot of fellas, I can’t say I hated a single one of them particularly... but, you know it’s been a few years now. This wasn’t always the case.
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As I’d said before, there was another reason why I’d joined to begin... A hard subject to explain in depth... ( and I might have to kill you after I tell you ) but I suppose it ought to be out there.
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My father- the man I’d been spending so long avoiding was ultimately the last straw. But it wasn’t until years later that it had really occurred to me the extent of what he had done. Mum never talked about it, but I was always so sure there was more to the bruises she wore whenever dad came back from wherever he had been sleeping around. Vanishing money and constant problems with his drinking made life at home pretty edgy... Father hadn’t ever wanted me- I knew that. I was a mistake, naturally as many children were at this time- an accident from a woman he hadn’t ever had the intention to marry; looked at as that thing you weren’t supposed to tell people about because you were too ashamed to admit it yourself. But I was a part of him as much as I was her and this, of everything else, was probably what hurt most.
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He beat her. Continuously. Whether over lack of money for drunken fits there was always something to be angry about and if he wasn’t beating on me, he was taking it out on my mother. I thought it was normal when I was younger, you know? Growing up with something you were too dumb to know otherwise on. It was just something father did that I almost felt deserving of at times. Boy was I wrong.
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It was good here, though. I loved the Navy more than anything else ( once I got past that initiation business that had the guys laughing their asses off for weeks after ) I took to them pretty well and it did a lot to take my mind off of the bigger pictures of why I was here.
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The week after my eighteenth birthday, me and mum hadn’t seen dad for weeks. Not that we cared much, really, but it was daunting not to know when usually he’d show up once or call to say he needed money... it wasn’t until the fourth week that he did. Got himself into a bit of trouble down a town from where we living in Northern England. There was a huge fight between them, and I remember taking the phone from her and telling him not to come back. That he wouldn’t be getting any more money so he’d might as well just leave.
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I couldn’t let her keep supporting this. I know she was horrified, but I wouldn’t let her do it.
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I left later that night to stay with a school friend. I hadn’t known... God I hadn’t known... he’d come back that night, I later found. Only by the broken dishes and busted door. Toppled lamps... broken glass... and mum- oh Jesus Christ, mum. I’d pissed him off good, I really had. I’d rushed her to the nearest intensive care and stayed with her, but there wasn’t a lot I could do to help. She was a fragile girl... petite as a woman and dad had always been a big man. I cared for her and stayed until I couldn’t. I had a job to keep up with, and most importantly, a man to catch.
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My fath- no, no he wasn’t my father anymore. I wanted nothing more but to return what he had given my mother; A bullet through the brain. He’d fled to London, I later heard. Through various sources around town I was able to pin a general location, but not until friendly advice had informed me he’d earlier left to enlist into the German Navy. There was a lot at the time I should have been thinking about... but I ran on impulse.
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Jumped off the edge without bothering to check for sharp rocks at the bottom. Stuck my hand in the beehive and expected honey.
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We were all so much alike- the lot of us Navy kids. Just looking for that fight we knew we wouldn’t get sitting on our asses at home. And- Christ we were horrible to each other. I’m laughing now just thinking about that. It’s been a few years now, but I can’t possibly forget the shit we put each other through as boys. Land swimming. Oh bloody Christ- Land Swimming. that was the eldest’s idea- that Basil bloke. Don’t EVER listen to those men. I don’t care what the fuck they tell you, DON’T DO A THING THEY SAY. Well.. okay its different being on the other side of that. I love putting the rookies through it just as much as they did me.
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I did get drunk with them that first night- being the middle kid to all of them they thought it’d be fun to take the piss the whole night. Not that I really noticed. I was too pissed to know my own name! They had me convinced it was Skip. Cor blimey. We ended up sneaking up onto an Aircraft Carrier stationed out at the docks and I spent the evening laid out on my stomach having obscene things shouted at me as buckets of ice cold water were being dumped over my head.
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“KISS THE FLOOR SONNET. THAT ISN’T SWIMMING COME ON!” and they’d throw another bucket of freezing water. Prodding me to ‘swim’ faster.
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“YOU WANNA SERVE IN THE NAVY YOU NEED TO EARN IT! THIS IS PATHETIC!” I swear I’d almost punched that Basil Hyland. I wanted to knock the guy’s teeth in, but I ended up laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. Land swimming, eh? Who wouldda knew. But... of the trust test was my favourite. Oh yes. Had me blindfolded aboard the aircraft carrier taking directions from them on where to go.
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“You can trust us, Sonnet! We’re a team now- you’ve gotta learn how to trust! Go right- now left- Left- YOUR OTHER FUCKING LEFT-!”
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And you know how much fun that was? I’ll tell you. I ended up walking right over the edge of the carrier and taking a swim with the fish.
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That was the guys.
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I was a fool in many ways before then. But ignorance was bliss. I stayed in London until the call from mum’s doctor came... she’d passed the night before and there wasn’t anything they could do about it. Blood loss, they said. Fractured bones and punctured lung. I didn’t... Oh god I should have been there I didn’t know she wouldn’t make it- I had to do it now. Without hesitation, at only eighteen I enlisted into the Royal Navy and found myself assigned to a British E Class Submarine. War was right at our door steps, and I was angry enough to take the whole German army down with the vengeance I so desperately wanted against my father.
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I knew I wouldn’t be coming back. I wasn’t supposed to come back. I’d go down with this ship once I’d found him <p>


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