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| Absynthe | Mar 9 2011, 07:27 PM Post #1 |
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Username: Absynthe Preferred Name: Synthe, Syn Age: 19 Years role-playing: Five Favorite Genre: Realistic modern or Victorian era Least favorite genre: Some kinds of fantasy, certain sci-fi Anything you’d like to add: -- Role-playing Sample: Rain pounded down on the barracks, soaking everything and everyone, turning the drill field into a soggy mess of quicksand-like mud and grass. The clocks in the compound, all synced to one time, turned six at exactly the same moment, the man in charge of the ‘wake-up call’ as it were promptly beginning his job. Thunder woke Hunter from his dreamless sleep, the thunder of a hundred feet hitting the floor and dashing about madly. He followed suit, slightly slower, just because he had never been one to be able to get up in the mornings and dash about like a madman. He dressed, brushed his teeth and made his bunk, standing rigidly at the foot of his bed just as their commanding officer entered for inspection. Silently, he glared at each of the men, staring them down and barely glancing at their beds. He nodded curtly when he finished, barking an order almost immediately. “Right, good job, Men. You may go to breakfast, but be on the Field by oh-eight hundred. Dis-missed!” The men trooped out to the dining hall to get their food, some of the soldiers pulling on jackets before they left, others realizing the futility of trying to cover up and stay dry. Hunter didn’t bother with his jacket as he knew full-well that it would only get soaked and muddied later during the drill anyway and he had no desire to pick off clumps of dried mud when he didn’t absolutely have to. Breakfast consisted of rather bland – but not distasteful – eggs, all the usual breakfast meats, toast, oatmeal, and dry cereals and the like. He opted for the oatmeal today; better to have a hot meal in your stomache when you went to go do something miserablein equally miserable weather. Most of the tables were, as usual, packed full, leaving only standing room, but there was one empty one in the corner, near the door. He seated himself, lifting a spoonful of the oatmeal to his mouth just as a voice he recognized interrupted “Benson.” He looked up. “Sergeant Neilson.” The sergeant seated himself across from Hunter, busying himself with his own food as Hunter did the same. The two didn’t talk, preferring instead that slightly strained, mostly normal silence that comes about from the casual relations of a subordinate and his superior. Adam finished first, standing and leaving Hunter alone once more, heading to the small overhang outside where he could enjoy a cigarette. The blonde picked at what was left of his food, his mind wanderingfrom one thing to another until the same man who had sounded the wake-up call sounded the call for the men to get to where they needed to be. Hunter dumped his tray onto the belt that sent it to the kitchen and filed out with the others, engaging in some conversation or other without really paying attention to it. He followed the line of men as they trouped from the relative warmth of the mess hall to the parade grounds where they stood almost ankle-deep in mud, rain beating down on his head and shoulders, plastering his hair to his scalp. The man beside him, a long-time friend and fellow soldier, grumbled. “They would pick the rainiest day to do practice drills.” Hunter grinned. “That’s usually how it goes; the most miserable day for the most miserable job.” The two took their places in the lines, Hunter directly behind an over-muscled ape of a man who stank of sweat, nicotine and rancid booze. He winced whenever the wind blew the rank stench his way. |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Mar 9 2011, 07:45 PM Post #2 |
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