NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Here it is, Mk II, and lets hope it is more successful than the first. So, I have sorted out dorms, I will explain the layout of the camp, all that remains, is for you guys to enjoy. (Which you won't if I have anything to do with it;))
Remember, no OOC. All OOC comments now go into the OOC thread.

IC:
Sergeant Bilko went around and checked the camp nervously. He was nervous, after all, the last group had been atrocious, he'd had to give up on them... all that remained was this group to arrive. He had pinned a sign on each door, from 1-9. 9 rooms, 18 people.

Room 1: Daniel Vosselieu + Rosie Brunter
Room 2: Zizou Frendigrad + Rossok
Room 3: Andrew Hitchkin + Michael Harrison
Room 4: Michael Verin + Arik Twinsnake
Room 5: Isabell Penmark + Joe Salter
Room 6: Zack Gress + Jeep
Room 7: Demitri Kaine + Malius Drake
Room 8: Vladimir Gagan + Yebzer Webb
Room 9: Katrina R. Serranovov + N Romulus II

Tag

ooc: do we have to get to know each other again?

Isabell Penmark + Joe Salter

............NO WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! did you see how this guy was talking to her....I am sorry but no...Isabell will sleep on the floor outside....she is not with him at all.....NO NO NO!!!!!!

NO NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Isabell will sleep outside on the floor, she is not in with that pathetic excuse for a human

LAST OOC: This is the IC thread, IC only. You'll notice all the people who listed their characters as perfect were put with the not so good ones. Also, she doesn't know him, so she has no problem with it. This is meant to be a funny RP, and personally, I think this will be hysterical. IC only from here on in.
Cotland, yes, it started again from scratch.

IC:
Bilko finished his patrol around the camp and stood by the gate again. The rooms were ready, iron doors, iron bars on the windows, cement walls, floor and ceiling. Each room had two small cupboards, two beds with thin mattresses and a table. There were two toilets along the corridor, male and female. Both were extremely spartan. Seperating the building with the rooms to the outside was an iron grid door. The barracks was at the far side of the camp. Next to the barracks was the dining hall, the food was cheap, and not very good. Their were 2 tables, each with 10 seats. In the middle of the camp was the parade ground, and the whole thing was surrounded by an electric fence. In the near corner was an armoury, kept under the tightest security at all times.

Rosie hauled the rucksack into a more comfortable position than before, yet within a minute the same familiar pain was felt on the shoulders and the waist. Cursing the thing that had been made to appear square, chunky and distinctly masculine, yet in usage was entirely innapropriate. Not that the female ones were any better, all bends and curves. "Wherefore," she asked herself "Will they design clothing that actually is made for usage and not looking at?" She was tired and angry, twenty mile hikes can do that to a person. The camp loomed into view however, and thanking her lucky stars, she marched straight backed and proud to the administration man at the gate. "Rosie Brunter reporting for duty," she called "Orders?" As she approached, she congratulated herself on not calling the man 'Sir'.

"Cadet Brunter, please come in. I am Sergeant Bilko" The sergeant called out. He opened the gate and let the woman in. The woman walked in and he closed the gate. He pointed out the barracks, and explained the note on each door. "Cadet Brunter, you will be sharing a room with Daniel Vossileu, drop your stuff in your room, get organized, you have today off. Dismiss!" He snapped a salute and waited for her to return it.

She returned a curt and short salute, before sauntering off to her dormitary. She unpacked swiftly and arranged her sparse belongings in military order. Let us see, she mused, how this Daniel Vossileu responds to such disipline.

A fairly large figure stomped up to the gate, looking up from the floor. The lack of enthusiasm in his walk suggested that wherever he'd come from, he'd walked all the way. With no shoes or anything covering his clawed feet, that probably wasn't particularly comfortable. He carried nothing, though whether that was because he owned nothing, didn't want to bring anything, or had given up carrying anything and dropped his belongs long ago was unclear.

He was about six foot three, more muscular than most human men (which wasn't particularly surprising if he walked everywhere). He wore a white shirt, a little too small for him, and red shorts. His most striking features weren't his height or physical condition, but the fact that he appeared to have dark green scaly skin. His head, perched atop a powerful, bulky neck, was shaped very much like a velociraptor's, a long snout, the inside of which was lined with razor-sharp, curved teeth. Bright yellow eyes with black dots sat on either side of his head.

He clenched one of his clawed, four-fingered hands and slammed his arm across his chest.

"Greetings," he bellowed, a distinct growl interlacing his otherwise-flawless English. "I am Rossok. I am here to learn your ways of battle." He cocked his head sideways slightly, curiously eyeing what he could see of the base through the gate.

Bilko gave a shudder, what was this thing? He looked down his list and checked off Rossok. He looked like a macho.... thing. "Welcome in Rossok, you're in room.... 2 with Zizou Frendigrad. Take today to get to know your surroundings." He pointed out the barracks and snapped to attention.

A jeep stopped up next to the gate for just long enough to toss the passager and his bag out, before speeding up and getting out of there as fast as possible. The passager, a boy aged approx. 17, stood up, dusted off the dust, took out what seemed to be a homemade sigarette and lit it up. Immediately you could hear the boy say something like "This good shit!" before he started to walk towards the gate. By now you could see that he was dressed in a hawaii-shirt over a white t-shirt, blue demin jeans and white sneekers (sp?), and a blue caps on his head.

"Is this the hellhole I'm suppose to be in dude?" he said to the green-dressed armed person on the other side of the fence. "I'm Zack. Zack Gress? Have you heard of me before? If not, I'll be happy to go home.."

Bilko gave a shudder, what was this thing? He looked down his list and checked off Rossok. He looked like a macho.... thing. "Welcome in Rossok, you're in room.... 2 with Zizou Frendigrad. Take today to get to know your surroundings." He pointed out the barracks and snapped to attention.

Rossok looked at the gesture curiously for a moment then attempted to mimic it, also snapping to attention. He then followed the direction he had been pointed in to find the barracks.

"I am in Room 2," Rossok said to himself as he saw various doors. He glanced across them all until he saw a door labelled '2', and nodded, pushing it open and stepping inside.

He snarled quietly as he saw the padded bed, but noticed that the hard floor was particularly cold to the touch. He walked over slowly and padded the thin padding roughly.

"It will have to do," he snorted, sitting down on it and looking at everything else. He spotted the other bed, noticing that so far it did not appear to be occupied. His roommate must not have arrived yet.

"I wonder what a 'Zoozoo Friendgrab' is like," he pondered out loud, laughing at the sound of his voice. "I cannot even say it." He shook his head and lay back on the bed, putting his weary feet up for a rest.

The governmental car dropped the teenager off at the main gate. The thin, dark-haired nineteen-year-old sighed as he looked up at the main gates.

In a way, this place would be good for him. His father wanted him to join the military with some knowledge of more advanced weapon systems than availiable in Christophskiffer's underfunded armed forces. The boy couldn't argue much with that point; the Christophskiffer Army was using bolt-action rifles and BARs, whilst two armoured brigades were made up of tanks bought in the '30s. The kid could handle a bolt-action okay; he'd never touched anything with 'automatic' somewhere in the title.

Walking into the place, he glanced around the buildings. The first thought that came to mind was 'Prison camp.' He got the feeling it was designed to look like that.

The Base Commander was waiting to see new recruits in. The boy noticed a large green guy in front of him, and he frowned as he surveyed the strange-looking man. 'Well, this place won't be boring,' he thought.

Walking up to the soldier in charge, he saluted the man; he'd asked a couple of friends in the infantry back home for help on the basics. "Daniel Vosselieu, reporting for duty, Sir." The boy spoke in a distinct English accent as he addressed the man with Sergeant's stripes on either shoulder.

Two new people had showed up, one of them appeared to be smoking.
He opened the gate, took the cigarette from his mouth and ground it beneath his boot. He searched through his bag and pockets, removing all other cigarettes and grinding them similarly.
"Gress eh? Listen up Gress, nobody here smokes. There is flamable stuff in here. Someone in the last group managed to bribe a guard into opening the armoury so he could smoke, nearly sent us to hell and back. That will not happen again understand? You're in room 6 with a man called Jeep who hasn't turned up yet. You have today off.
Vosselieu, room 1, sharing with a woman by the name of Brunter. We reserve the right to enter your room at any time, so don't try anything funny. Pass that onto her as well. Same applies to you as to Gress ok? Dismiss!"
He snapped a salute.

Daniel glanced at the drug-intoxicated guy who looked resoundly miffed at losing his ciggarette. Daniel saluted back at the Sergeant and moved off towards the barracks.

The place looked completely unwelcoming; concrete floors, concrete walls, concrete everything. The bare corridors stared deppressingly back at him from the other end of the long passageway as Daniel found his room and, thinking that his room-mate might already be there, knocked before entering.

He stepped in a few moments later, and looked around. The room was pretty basic; a pair of rather stiff looking beds, a window with bars over it, and not much else. His room-mate - what was her second name? Brunter, that was it - was already in the room and had finished arranging her things very tidily.

Daniel placed his case on his bed and nodded to the woman, trying to smile in a friendly way. "Hello, I'm Daniel. Pleased to meet you." He glanced around the room again. 'Not exactly five-star,' he thought. Still, he had expected much worse.

She replied, "Rosie Brunter. Good to meet you, and I hope you are up to the task. You look like a spoiled rich boy to me."

A jeep roamed to the gate. A man, about 190 centimeters tall, stepped outside, looking pretty angry. He took his rucksack and the jeep drove away. So he walked towards the gate, close to the man at the gate. He shouted angrily: "Okay private, open that gate now!" Then he studied the man a bit more and changed his tone. "Oh, you're not a private then. Serg... Private Gagan reporting."

A second jeep hauled up to the fence, almost clipping Private Gagan's left knee. From the driver's seat hopped a man about 6'2. He stopped, looked around and cracked his neck with several sickening pops. He reached around to the back of the jeep and pulled a large dufflebag out from it. Slinging it around his shoulder, he pulled a cigarette out of his shirt pocket and lit it up. He took a long haul and exhaled the puff of smoke before walking up to the fence.

"So... this is the hell hole my parents sent me too? Looks fun..."

Glancing to his side, he saw Private Gagan and let out a small laugh.

"Sorry if I scared you there.... you should get off the damn road."

Bilko raised his eyebrows and studied the new arrival. "Hows about you apologise for saying that?" He asked, his mouth twitching, an unpleasant smile, leering on his lips. "Gagan, ok, room 8 with Yebb. Go, unpack your things, you have today off. Move it! Next time you speak to me like that there will be consequences. MOVE!" He shouted.

"Well... I take it your the Sargeant. Well, My name is Demitri Kaine. No rank, just Demitri"

He gave Sgt. Bilko a half-assed salute and took another puff off his smoke

"Well... where can I toss my shit?"

"So... this is the hell hole my parents sent me too? Looks fun..."

Glancing to his side, he saw Private Gagan and let out a small laugh.

"Sorry if I scared you there.... you should get off the damn road."
"Yes, this is the hell hole your parents sent you to... and guess what? I'm Satan. This is not fun, trust me you cocky little shit. Get the hell out of my sight you pathetic snivelling wretch. Unpack your stuff and be back here in 10 minutes. JUMP TO IT!"

Demitri's eyes jumped open in disbelief at what the Sgt. was saying. For a few moments, he just stood there, staring at Sgt. Bilko. His right eye began to twitch and his hands balled into fists.

"Where is my bunk?"

He took another pull off his cigarette and blew the smoke in Bilko's face.

Demitri's eyes jumped open in disbelief at what the Sgt. was saying. For a few moments, he just stood there, staring at Sgt. Bilko. His right eye began to twitch and his hands balled into fists.
"Where is my bunk?"
He took another pull off his cigarette and blew the smoke in Bilko's face.
Bilko gagged, and yanked the cigarette out of his mouth.
"Listen scum, you are a long way from home, you don't talk to a commanding officer like that around here. I'll show you to your bunk. You will then have 5 minutes to unpack, under my supervision. Lets go." Without further words, he picked up Kaine by the collar and dragged him to his room, threw him inside and ordered him to unpack.

"Big words from a grunt..." Vladimir mumbled once he had unpacked his stuff. "And the other scum i'll have to tolerate hasn't arrived yet. Great." He walked outside the barracks and lighted a cigarette. He stood near the gate waiting for the others to arrive, so he could possibly see his roommate.

Bilko smelled smoke and walked outside. Another fool was smoking. He yanked the cigarette from his mouth and searched him, looking for more cigarettes and removing them. He marched away and came back with a sign, which he stuck on each door. NO SMOKING! ANYBODY CAUGHT SMOKING WILL BE GIVEN 100 PRESS UPS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!.

Rossok peered outside as he heard lots of shouting. A few of the soft skins were milling around; one of them was apparently trying to get himself into trouble, blowing smoke into the sergeant's face. Speaking of faces, Rossok decided he wanted to stuff his face -- with food. He sniffed the air and started walking towards the messhall.

OOC: Aww seffy, for a minute there, I thought you DISLIKED good ol' Joe Salter!

IC: Joe waddled into the room, saw he was the first in, and flopped down on the bed, cuddling his Gordon Freeman plushie and eating crisps (potato chips for the US), not caring at all about all the crisp crumbs now wrife in the bed's sheets, suddenly, Joe sat upright and felt a rumbling in his bowels, slowly , a rather unpleasant example of flatulence was brewing.

His buttocks erupted in a brown display, seeping through his shorts and leaving a rather unpleasant mark on the bed, Joe, not being fond of having brown shorts, decided to take them off and wipe off the residue on the bed's sheets, after a few minutes of this, he went over to the bucket and washed off most of the greasy brown, he lifted the wet things up to his nose and took a sniff before retreating with a curse, he flung the wet, brown tinged shorts onto the excrete smeared bed and flopped onto the clean, untouched bed and set to sleep, cuddling his plushie.

Vladimir mumbled: "What a bastard. I need a drink." Then we walked through the yard, towards the dining hall to get some vodka. Unfortunately there was no Sebytanian Vodka for sale, so he was already about to leave, when he saw Rossok. "Hello there. So you one of those grunts too?"

As soon as Bilko left the barracks, Demitri began to curse a string of obscenities that would make a sailor blush. He stuffed his clothes into the small cupboard by his bed and then tossed the rest of his stuff beside the bed. He flung his empty dufflebag under his bed and gave the wall a swift punch.

"That prick is gonna find out that I don't take orders too well. Bastard..."

He walked outside and stopped, staring at the alien-like like creature heading towards the mess hall.

"What.... the... hell....?"

Breaking the stare, he walked over to Bilko and laughed at the other cadet getting searched. Luckily, Bilko didn't search his dufflebag and never discovered the three packs that now resided under his bed, covered by the empty dufflebag.

"Finished unpacking... Sir"

The word "Sir" was spat out as if it left a horrible taste in Demitri's mouth.

Vladimir mumbled: "What a bastard. I need a drink." Then we walked through the yard, towards the dining hall to get some vodka. Unfortunately there was no Sebytanian Vodka for sale, so he was already about to leave, when he saw Rossok. "Hello there. So you one of those grunts too?"

"Greetings. I am Rossok," Rossok grunted, turning around. He'd been gazing at some food, if that's what it was, but hadn't had any. "I prefer to think of myself as a warrior. In training. A hungry warrior. What is this filth?"

She replied, "Rosie Brunter. Good to meet you, and I hope you are up to the task. You look like a spoiled rich boy to me."

Daniel blinked. 'Very direct,' he thought. This was certainly going to be interesting...

He unclipped his suitcase and smiled, deciding to make a joke out of that if anything else. "Well, I guess you'd be right there, but hey - you can't choose your family, can you?"

He started unpacking a few things, but left most of it in his case and pushed it under his bed. He stretched, and glanced out the door. "Well, I reckon I better find out where everything is," he said, half to himself.

Isabell had got changed and went to Daniels dorm, she was furious about the sleeping arrangements.

she knocked on the door, and heard talking....she stood patiently, to introduce herself to her team mates.

Isabell was a shortish very slim 17 year old girl, her long brown hair was tied back in tight ponytail, which poked out the back of her baseball cap, she was wearing loose combat trousers and a skintight green top with a black parka top, she seemed too attractive to be in the service.....

Daniel heard a knock at the door, and turned. He frowned - 'who the hell could this be?' He was fairly sure it wasn't the Sergeant; Daniel got the feeling he wasn't a man who knocked. "Come in," he called and waited for the door to open.

OOC: brb in 20

A man stumbled to the gates he walked in rather entuisiastically sniffing the air and looking around for anything that he could grab. He ran up to the Sergeant singing at the top of his lungs.

"Has the sheperd led his lambs astray to the bigot and the gun." He hummed the last part as he dropped a rather lightly packed bag before Bliko. He saluted quickly his nose still sniffing.

"Heya der I'm Yebzer Webb. Where to manny?"

The vehicle jerked and jarred along down the road, each bump sending Michael off in a different direction, each bump interrupting his thoughts

Basically Agent Vernin, all we need you to do is enter the camp, assume the role of a cadet, finish your training, and report back. We need you to find out the countries of origin of the other cadets, and find out as much about their nations as possible..

The words of the Sub-Commander still rang fresh in his ears. This was, after all, his 1st assignment out of the Academy. How hard can this be? There’s really no danger, I suppose. he thought.

The car came to the top of the hill, and Mike got his 1st look at the camp. It was a squat, uniform, utilitarian facility. Concrete buildings, electric fences, and a lone man, a sergeant, sanding at the gatehouse.

The car rolled to a stop and Mike exited and walked around to the front of the car. The driver rolled her window down, and regarded Michael, making sure no one was in earshot, she whispered, “Take care, agent.” Michael nodded and said “Thank you.”

The car pulled away, leaving Michael standing alone in the road with his bags. He straightened himself and approached the Sergeant. Sound like someone imitating something they saw in the movies, Michael snapped to attention, not dropping his bag, and saluted the Sergeant, and shouted like an over zealous cadet “Sir! Recruit Michael Vernin reporting as ordered sir!” He had to fight to keep from smiling, because he knew that an act like this would have got him 10 lashes back at the Academy, everyone knows Sergeants aren’t sirs, and can become mighty testy if you make the mistaking of “siring” one of them.

"Greetings. I am Rossok," Rossok grunted, turning around. He'd been gazing at some food, if that's what it was, but hadn't had any. "I prefer to think of myself as a warrior. In training. A hungry warrior. What is this filth?"

Vladimir smiled. "We'll see about that warrior. Who knows, maybe you ain't a lazy rookie bastard at all. What filth you mean? That one which they call food then?"

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IC:

'Hiya i am Isabel, I saw your names on the list and thought I would come and say Hello' she said, innocently and cutely, she was a couple of year younger than him.

Isabell Penmark (http://www.kate-beckinsale.konta.waw.pl/galerie/IMAGES/kate-beckinsale-6.jpg)

OOC: back]

IC:

'Hiya i am Isabel, I saw your names on the list and thought I would come and say Hello' she said, innocently and cutely, she was a couple of year younger than him.

Daniel held out a hand and smiled. The girl was tall and attractive, and seemed to be a nice person. Daniel wondered for a moment how friendly the rest of the camp's occupants would be, but he concluded that, for better or for worse, he would find that out soon.

"Hey, I'm Daniel; pleased to meet you. This is my room-mate, Rosie." He glanced over his shoulder at the woman sitting on her bunk. "So, how're you liking the place?" he asked, half-guessing the answer would be less than complimentary.

'Its alright, better than what I am used to' she said, winking cutely.

'God you should see my room mate, hes disgusting' she whispered softly leaning forward.

'Hey Rosie' she said said waving.

'Well, if you ever want anything, feel free to come see me, im in room 5' she said, going to leave and hoping he would stop her, she longed for some company.

The sergeant grunted and beckoned to the new recruits to follow him to the barracks. He walked by each room, dropping off each recruit at their room. "STAND BY YOUR BEDS FOR INSPECTION... ONE TWO ONE TWO!"
He walked into each room, checking the beds. As he walked into each room the cadets stood by their beds. He approached Joe and Isabells room and entered. The room was a mess. Joe was asleep in his bed, but Isabell's was a mess. "CADET PENMARK! GET IN HERE, AND I RECOMMEND IT BE WITH A VERY GOOD EXPLANATION!"

'Its alright, better than what I am used to' she said, winking cutely.

'God you should see my room mate, hes disgusting' she whispered softly leaning forward.

'Hey Rosie' she said said waving.

'Well, if you ever want anything, feel free to come see me, im in room 5' she said, going to leave and hoping he would stop her, she longed for some company.

Daniel smiled as she turned to leave, and then stopped her.

"Hey, wait. I was going to go grab some food before tommorow. You want to come?" He looked across at Rosie. "You too, maybe? We may meet some of our other internees around somewhere."

'sh**' Isabell said scurrying back to her barracks.

she looked back....sorry hun she mouthed.

'Well I was trying to find some intelligent life around here, I mean look what I have to sleep next to' she said, feeling nauseaous just looking in Joes direction.

The sergeant grunted and beckoned to the new recruits to follow him to the barracks. He walked by each room, dropping off each recruit at their room. "STAND BY YOUR BEDS FOR INSPECTION... ONE TWO ONE TWO!"
He walked into each room, checking the beds. As he walked into each room the cadets stood by their beds. He approached Joe and Isabells room and entered. The room was a mess. Joe was asleep in his bed, but Isabell's was a mess. "CADET PENMARK! GET IN HERE, AND I RECOMMEND IT BE WITH A VERY GOOD EXPLANATION!"

Daniel heard the yelling, and swore under his breath. "Crap - you better get back now," he said in a low voice. He smiled. "Nice meeting you."

Yebzer had, had enough. He tackled the sarge and screamed into his face. "Manny! WHERE IN THE HELLS DO I GO!"

Michael dropped his bag by his bed, and stood at attention beside his bunk, he’d claimed the one closest to the window, until the Sergeant had walked off. He slouched a bit then, and surveyed the room. Just like the outside of the camp, this room was Spartan and utilitarian in nature, some stiff beds, two cabinets, and some lovely iron bars over the window.

Looks like my room mate hasn’t shown up yet. I wonder what he’s gonna be like. The name on the door said his name was Arik, hmm, guess I’ll just have to wait to find out.

Then he heard a loud thump in the hallway....and someone screaming, asking where he was supposed to go.

What the hell kind of circus this? The OIS is worried about these clowns, this is gonna be a cake-walk assignment! That sergeant isn’t half as bad as the instructors I had in the Academy

"If you're looking for intelligent life, go to the library. You came here to learn how to fight, and an important part of that is discipline. Now lesson one. Beds are for sleeping in. You have toilets if you need to go have a crap. Is that understood?" He gestured towards the bed, full of human waste. "Clean that up immediately and don't do it again." He turned on his heel and walked out without waiting for an answer.

'I aint f****ing doing that, what do you think I am, your bloody slave, its coz I am a women isn't it!' she snapped, slamming her hat on the bed and she stormed out of the barracks.....she wondered where Daniel was.

Yebzer was unsure of what to do. So he snuck up behind the Sarge. He tagged behind him until he was noticed.

Demitri heard the girl yelling at Bilko and he smirked.

"Well... Sounds like my kinda girl! Man... Sarge is gonna have some real fun this year!"

He cracked his neck and glanced at the empy bed on the other side of the room.

Where the hell is my bunkmate? Well, if he doesn't show, I've got twice the bedspace of everyone else!

'I aint f****ing doing that, what do you think I am, your bloody slave, its coz I am a women isn't it!' she snapped, slamming her hat on the bed and she stormed out of the barracks.....she wondered where Daniel was.
He picked her up and dragged her back to her room.
"Basic rules, you leave a mess, you clean it up. You're the one who decided to go take a crap in your bed, deal with the consequences and don't go giving me the sexist crap ok?"

OOC: I'm out. back in 20 mins

Vladimir smiled. "We'll see about that warrior. Who knows, maybe you ain't a lazy rookie bastard at all. What filth you mean? That one which they call food then?"

"Yes," he said, turning back to the display of... food. "I am going to put in a request to find my own food, I think. This is..."

He jerked his head around as he heard some shouting, and poked his head out of the door. A new face had grabbed the sergeant and was shouting something incoherently. A fight? Interesting. He wondered why a cadet would want to start a fight with the person who could make their life miserable. He shrugged and waited for an opportune moment to speak with the sergeant.

'Piss off, its that stupid dumbarse twat who is sleeping next to me!' she shouted throwing a glass at him.

'I dont get treated like shit' she said, and in literally a flash second, she had her AK from her trousers and it was forced against his forehead.

'Now get that pikie out of his bed and make him clean HIS mess up' she said, tapping his cheek with the gun, she then turned and walked out...

dont have a man treat me like shit she said.

He sighs loudly before walking up to the Sergeant.

"SIR! I am Yebzer Webb assigned here from Camel Eaters! Sir! I would like to be assigned my room sir! I am sorry Sergeant! I did not mean to call you SIR! May I please be assigned my room now Sergeant!"

He panted from the shouting but he stood straight-ish with his hand up in salute.

"I already assigned you your room Cadet Webb, go to it. And as for you Cadet Penmark, you're going to wish you were sleeping in that bed once I'm done with you." He clicked his fingers and two guards appeared, one of them grabbing her arms, the other disarming her and grabbing her legs. They lifted her onto their shoulders and marched her off. Bilko called them back and passed one of them a set of keys. One of the guards saw the attached note and smiled. A long time since he'd gotten to use that. They started marching down the corridor towards a building outside.

Isabell screamed
'Daniel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Help!!!!!!!!!!!' she shouted, he was the only person she knew...

Daniel was finishing unpacking his stuff. He was glad he hadn't brought a lot of things; there would be no room for them anyway.

Inspection over, he was just contemplating seeing what the food was like when he heard Isabell yelling. Frowning, he stood up and looked outside to see the girl being carried off by two guards, Bilko not too far behind.

"What the heck?" He muttered to himself.

"Room eight? Okay sorry for the inconvenience Sarge." He turns and promptly walked to his room. Stepping inside he breathed a sigh of relief and sat on his bed. Moving everything around to his satisfaction and laying back singing to himself.

"Wipe that golden and raise what's left of the Flag for me!"

She saw Daniel and knew from his look he wouldnt help her, she tried struggling but it wouldnt work.

'How can you guys sleep @ night, knowing you work for a pompous bastard' she spat.

They arrived at the room, it looked like a cubicle. One of the guards unlocked the door and they pushed her in, slamming and locking the door. The room was tiny, enough room for her to stand up, but not move around or sit down. The walls had metal spikes studded into them, and the only company she had was in a small glass box on the ceiling, a small, yet deadly snake. The box had a door on the side, which could be opened by remote control.

Still standing by his bed, Michael felt like crying

Already, there’d been what sounded like a fight, some cadet had shat in her bed, and now refused to clean it up, and was yelling fiercely about it to the Sergeant, who seemed unable to maintain any kind of discipline. She ranted about how she didn’t do it, and something about the oaf of a roommate she had.

Dear God, if we were back home, I’m worried the government would have firebombed this place by now. I can’t believe that Intelligence is worried about these people; they couldn’t conduct a real battle even if they wanted to. Not with them pissing themselves and tackling the non-coms. he sighed and sat down on the bed, laying back and hoping to fall asleep.

'How can you guys sleep @ night, knowing you work for a pompous bastard' she spat.
"This is one of the perks of our job Miss Penmark, the only place in Sanctaphrax where torture is legal. Good night, and remember, don't fall asleep!"

Rossok narrowed his eyes as he saw a female being carried off by two males. She was either getting lucky, or unlucky. Though he saw his chance, at least.

"Sergeant!" he bellowed across the camp. "Sir! Commander! First of all, I am unfamiliar with your customs; I mean no disrespect, but what do you preferred to be called? Secondly, I was wondering if it would be possible to hunt my own food. I need only a few meals a week. I find I function best when those meals are fresh meat. Very fresh."

Daniel walked outside, looking to see whether Isabell was still in sight. He'd been concerned about her, but hadn't had a lot of choices. Being kicked to death by three large Army regulars didn't seem that it would help the situation. Besides, he didn't even have a weapon. He leant against the wall, looking around the courtyard that the three buildings made up. He didn't know where they had taken her, but he got the feeling it wasn't nice.

He sighed. He'd been here under two hours and the place was already going to Hell. For a moment, the prospect of training with his own country's Armed Forces seemed very appealing. Still, he was here now and here he would stay.

Isabell knew the exact ins and outs of her little box, from all her 5 years training, she knew the beams and the remote control locks were seductive to magnetic force and would reflect.

'Oh come on this is easy she thought

"If you prefer hunting your own food cadet, I won't stop you. If you're feeling generous, bring some back for everyone else as well.... here, take this." He tossed him a bow and arrow. "Take another Cadet with you if you want, you have one hour"

Isabell knew the exact ins and outs of her little box, from all her 5 years training, she knew the beams and the remote control locks were seductive to magnetic force and would reflect.
OOC: Beams my dear? What beams are they? The room is tiny, not enough for you to move in, spikes on the wall, and if you unlock the glass box, you set loose the snake, not a wise idea.

Unable to rest, Michael got up. He unpacked his belongings, and began to arrange them around the room. He had a small 5” LCD television, which doubled as a covert communication device, should require a quick extraction. He tapped that to the bottom of his bed, s, no one could see it, even if they looked under the bed.

After arranging his things, picture of him and his family, though, even that was falsified, only there to keep up the appearance that he was who he claimed to be. An alarm clock, electric razor and AC charger, and other odds and ends. He felt his stomach rumble a bit, and decided to head off towards the mess hall…

what was that about OOC comments..*gasp*

Yebzer heard the yelling and the crying so he went out side to see what was happening.

He rolled his eyes as he approached the Sergeant. Waiting patiently to speak standing like a stone statue as he stood in the middle of the field next to the officer his eyes scanning everyone who'd arrived thus far waiting to see who else might arrive.

He just stood there....

"If you prefer hunting your own food cadet, I won't stop you. If you're feeling generous, bring some back for everyone else as well.... here, take this." He tossed him a bow and arrow. "Take another Cadet with you if you want, you have one hour"

"Excellent!" he roared enthusiastically, looking the bow and arrow over curiously. "Thank you sir, sergeant."

He threw his head back and bellowed, "who wants real food?"

Isabell stood there, hoping Daniel would stride in the door and rescue her, the likelihood of that was literally 1million to one.

Bilko turned to see Cadet Webb standing there like a statue. "Cadet Webb, I don't know how you do things in Camel Eaters, but a few points for you.
1) You don't need to stand like a statue unless told "attention".
2) Request permission to speak, and I'll know you're there.
What do you want Cadet?"

A military Jeep pulled up by the base with a screech of overpressed tyres, a man got out, goggles strapped on his fringeline above his hair. He pulled out a sheet of paper and started walking towards the sound of militaristic shouting in the base.
'Blimey, sarge is gonna be livid when ee see's his jeeps scarpered.' He said in a cockney accent. He spat out the toothpick he was chewing and stowed the map in his pack.
'Sergent Bilko eh? Well wiv a name like that he cant be that bad.'
He walked up to a man with Sergents stripes.
'Private Jeeps reporting sah, transferred from the commonwealth sah, old sarge fort I could use the training sah!' He saluted lazily even though his voice was at full attension.

Unable to rest, Michael got up. He unpacked his belongings, and began to arrange them around the room. He had a small 5” LCD television, which doubled as a covert communication device, should require a quick extraction. He tapped that to the bottom of his bed, s, no one could see it, even if they looked under the bed.

After arranging his things, picture of him and his family, though, even that was falsified, only there to keep up the appearance that he was who he claimed to be. An alarm clock, electric razor and AC charger, and other odds and ends. He felt his stomach rumble a bit, and decided to head off towards the mess hall…

Daniel began walking across to get some food. He had a feeling Isabell wasn't going to have a good night, so the idea struck him to grab some for her to have when she got back.

The sky was beginning to darken as he walked across the courtyard, and his mind began brooding over the day's events and how they were turning out to be one crazy 24 hours.

He spotted the other man walking across in the same direction, so he quickened his pace and caught up with him. "Hello, I'm Daniel." He smiled at the guy and offered a hand. "Pleased to meet you."

He turned and looked directly at the Ghargonian. "Boyo you're singing my tune let's go."

He started walking towards the large reptilian. He reached forward quickly grabbing the bow and arrow. "You won't be needing these." He held them in his hands and gestured with his head towards the forest.

Bilko turned to see Cadet Webb standing there like a statue. "Cadet Webb, I don't know how you do things in Camel Eaters, but a few points for you.
1) You don't need to stand like a statue unless told "attention".
2) Request permission to speak, and I'll know you're there.
What do you want Cadet?"
He turned back around quickly.

"Well sir I was going to suggest some sort of fight or something to raise morale around here and let us fall in line. But never mind sir I'll just go hunting with Rossok."

'How long am I gonna be in this shit-hole' Isabell said from behind the bars, cleaning the spikes with her sleeve.

'You dont get these spikes in good order' she said spitting on them and rubbing them with her sleeve.

He turned and looked directly at the Ghargonian. "Boyo you're singing my tune let's go."

He started walking towards the large reptilian. He reached forward quickly grabbing the bow and arrow. "You won't be needing these." He held them in his hands and gestured with his head towards the forest.

"No, I won't," he said. His lips pulled up into what was probably supposed to be a grin, revealing his teeth. He also clicked his claws together enthusiastically. "Let's go!"

He started sprinting, leaving the military base and heading for the forest.

Sergeant Bilko's face crinkled with amusement. His accent was amusing, and he took a liking to the new Cadet immediately.
"Cadet Jeep? Ok, Cadet, ask around for your assigned room, unpack and go get something to eat. Or if you prefer, wait for an hour or so and some people will be back with fresh meat."

Christophskiffer - check your tg's

IC:
'Hello, any jocks around?' she asked, in her strange welsh accent.

He ran after the Ghargonian panting a little as he did so. He hadn't had to run like this since Drum Gods had invaded Kashmir.

"Wait boyo. Let me get up with ya." He ran faster trying to keep up with the reptile. He managed to catch up his eyes wild and his mouth pulsing a strange black material as he crashed into the underbrush of the forest tripping on a rock that sent him scattering.

He got up staring at the bloody gashes that covered him as he laughed and set the bow and arrow on the ground falling into a crouching pose knife drawn as he gestured for the Ghargonian to join him.

Sergeant Bilko's face crinkled with amusement. His accent was amusing, and he took a liking to the new Cadet immediately.
"Cadet Jeep? Ok, Cadet, ask around for your assigned room, unpack and go get something to eat. Or if you prefer, wait for an hour or so and some people will be back with fresh meat."

'Yessir, thank you sarge, I will go now and look for a new room wot is not occupied sarge.' He saluted again, this sargent was by far preferable to his old sargent. The old sargent would have made beds of the new recruits rather than get beds for them. He also reminded Jeep of his grandfather, an old friendly soldier if there ever was one.
'Um, sarge? I was wonderin, would part o the trainin involve maintainin militry viecals of any sort, its just the old sarge used to give me that as me usual job. 'the only thing I was bloody good for' ee said.'

"What happened to you?" Rossok said. "You look like you were attacked..."

He trailed off slightly, loooking around. He sniffed the air and growled quietly.

'For god sake' she said, starting to sing a jazz song out loud.

Finished eating something, Daniel had grabbed a couple of things for Isabell when she got back.

Wondering momentarily where they had taken her, he began to look around the place. The Armoury sat in one corner, locked and secure from intrusion. A Base Guard stood outside the door smoking; he nodded curtly to the Cadet, and Daniel hastily saluted back.

Near one end of the compound was a small enclosed building a way off from anywhere else. Daniel frowned and walked around it a couple of times. "Iz?" He yelled curiously.

Christophskiffer - check your tg's

IC:
'Hello, any jocks around?' she asked, in her strange welsh accent.
OOC: There's nobody around, and that message is sooooo annoying you have no idea. "XXXXXX, you have a TG" :mad:
IC:
"It isn't a part of the training course, but I normally end up improvising. If you'd like to help me out, I'm sure we can work out something. Put small problems into some of the jeeps and teach you all to work out what the problem is. Dismiss Cadet!" He snapped a salute and waited for him to return it.

"What happened to you?" Rossok said. "You look like you were attacked..."

He trailed off slightly, loooking around. He sniffed the air and growled quietly.
"Naw boyo not an attack by any animal. Just me stupid feet and a rock." He nodded at the growl moving forward knife drawn still crouching as he lashed a hand out grabbing the bow and quiver.

He threw the knife to the Ghargonian as he stood up gesturing at the brush ahead of him about twenty yards or so.

Izzy was slowly nodding off when she heard a distant voice.
'Hello?!' she replied....

The two guards who were guarding Penmarks room stood up and went over to Daniel. "Excuse me Cadet, can we help you?"

Izzy was slowly nodding off when she heard a distant voice.
'Hello?!' she replied....

Daniel smiled a little in relief. He leaned against the concrete wall.

"Yeah, it's Daniel. You okay in there?"

He looked at the outside. The building couldn't be much more larger than a telephone booth, and didn't seem to be too comfortable. The door on one side was padlocked several times; Daniel didn't even attempt to think that would open.

"You know, attacking the Sarge probably isn't a good idea," he called out.

Michael saw the other Cadet approaching from behind, and stopped and turned to face him.

The man looked at him and said “"Hello, I'm Daniel, Pleased to meet you."

Michael extended his hand and took Daniels

“Nice to meet you, friend, my names Michel, from Transnapastain.”

He turned and began to walk again, gesturing for Daniel to follow him, he turned his head around to regard Daniel

“What the hell is going on around here?”

The two guards who were guarding Penmarks room stood up and went over to Daniel. "Excuse me Cadet, can we help you?"

Daniel jumped, not noticing them there. 'These damned people come out of nowhere.'

"Erm...no, Sir." Daniel came to attention, unsure of what else to do. "Just looking for someone. I apoligise."

'Don't worry, I know what I am doing, don't get in trouble for me hun - go back' she said.

Michael saw the other Cadet approaching from behind, and stopped and turned to face him.

The man looked at him and said “"Hello, I'm Daniel, Pleased to meet you."

Michael extended his hand and took Daniels

“Nice to meet you, friend, my names Michel, from Transnapastain.”

He turned and began to walk again, gesturing for Daniel to follow him, he turned his head around to regard Daniel

“What the hell is going on around here?”

OOC: Sorry - I thought you'd gone. :)

Daniel hurried back off to the messhall again as the guards clearly weren't going to let him stay there. At least they'd taken the food for her.

He nodded to the person he'd said Hi to before, and grinned. "To be honest, I don't rightly know."

OOC: There's nobody around, and that message is sooooo annoying you have no idea. "XXXXXX, you have a TG" :mad:
IC:
"It isn't a part of the training course, but I normally end up improvising. If you'd like to help me out, I'm sure we can work out something. Put small problems into some of the jeeps and teach you all to work out what the problem is. Dismiss Cadet!" He snapped a salute and waited for him to return it.

Jeep grinned
'Yessir, thank you sir, been fixin veicles since I was a sprog sir. Also learnt field medicine on me Grandaddys knee sir.' He ripped off a textbook salute and went off to find a spare bunk. If there were none around he didn't mind sleeping in the hangers, the engines helped get him to sleep on loud nights.

"Erm...no, Sir." Daniel came to attention, unsure of what else to do. "Just looking for someone. I apoligise."
"Its ok, no need to panic. We don't outrank you by much, and we hate to pull rank. If that food was for your lady-friend, we'll give it to her. Now she's meant to be in solitary, so if you don't mind?" He gave an apologetic grin, feeling bad for the man. He took the food off him.

"Naw boyo not an attack by any animal. Just me stupid feet and a rock." He nodded at the growl moving forward knife drawn still crouching as he lashed a hand out grabbing the bow and quiver.

He threw the knife to the Ghargonian as he stood up gesturing at the brush ahead of him about twenty yards or so.

"I would kill my prey with my teeth or my claws, usually," Rossok whispered. "But if others will be sharing our bounty, it might be best if I lure it out and you put a knife or an arrow into it."

He ducked down even lower as he heard more rustling. Smelled like a herbivore, possibly a deer or something similar. He quietly moved forwards a little. For such a bulky, loud-mouthed, stompy creature he could be surprisingly stealthy when he wanted to.

Izzys heart was racing, knowing Daniel had tried to find her, she didnt feel so alone.

she spoke out loud to the guards.
'Oi, you pies, who was that' she said, referring to the large guard.

'I feel sorry for your children' she spat again in disgust.

"Sharing our bounty? The bastards can go hunting themselves." He chuckled as the deer bolted from the brush. He released the arrow planting it into the creature's achilles tendon. He nodded to Rossok. "Finish that wee un off whatever way you want to."

'So...what did you guys do before you worked at this place' Izzy asked, trying to be nice to her captors.

'So...what did you guys do before you worked at this place' Izzy asked, trying to be nice to her captors.
"Trained for the army, never thought I'd end up here. By the way, orders say if you apologise and swear never to threaten him again, you'll be out in 2 hours."

OOC: Sorry - I thought you'd gone. :)

Daniel hurried back off to the messhall again as the guards clearly weren't going to let him stay there. At least they'd taken the food for her.

He nodded to the person he'd said Hi to before, and grinned. "To be honest, I don't rightly know."

As Jeep was wandering, looking for a bunk, he noticed a familier face.
'Blimey, that in't Daniels is it? Its Jeep! We met in an ol' training camp a while ago! My sarge dunt like me at the camp I spose, I spend more time in training than there.' He grinned at the man

Rossok shrugged, stood up and snarled at the struggling deer. He leapt up and landed on its back, pinning it down to the floor. He was about to tear half of its neck away with his teeth when he had a thought.

He looked up at Webb and shrugged. He grabbed the deer's head and, seemingly effortlessly, jerked it sideways. A cracking sound caused a few nearby birds to fly away, and then the deer stopped struggling.

"Clean and entertaining," he snorted, yanking the arrow from the deer's leg and tossing it away. He yanked some vines off a nearby tree and used them to tie the four legs together securely, and then grabbed hold of the knot. "You want to carry this?"

As Jeep was wandering, looking for a bunk, he noticed a familier face.
'Blimey, that in't Daniels is it? Its Jeep! We met in an ol' training camp a while ago! My sarge dunt like me at the camp I spose, I spend more time in training than there.' He grinned at the man

Daniel turned as he heard his name called. He frowned at the other man for a moment, trying to place him. Then he smiled.

"Jeep! Of course it is! I remmember now - we were at Delta Three for that diplomatic exchange, weren't we?"

He shook Jeep's hand, glad to see a familiar face. "This is Micheal, by the way," he said, gesturing to the other man.

"Uh. Naw I'm good why don't you. Or if you need some help." Yebzer shrugged approaching the deer as he picked up the arrow and lifted the two back legs.

Daniel turned as he heard his name called. He frowned at the other man for a moment, trying to place him. Then he smiled.

"Jeep! Of course it is! I remmember now - we were at Delta Three for that diplomatic exchange, weren't we?"

He shook Jeep's hand, glad to see a familiar face. "This is Micheal, by the way," he said, gesturing to the other man.

'how ya doin? The names Jeep, me an Dan met a while ago.' Jeep held out a hand
'I dont suppose either of you know where the Mess is round ere? I'm right starved'

OOC: This is REALLY late because this forum is slow for me at the moment.

Rossok swung the deer until it was high enough for him to hook over his broad right shoulder. He leaned to the left to stop it from sliding off and nodded.

"Come on then, let's get back," he grunted, starting to walk back towards the base.

OOC: Back

IC: Daniel finished his cigarrette in his new secret smoking spot and cracked his neck. He walked towards the mess hall and stopped, looking at the guards by the torture booth that the unruly girl was in. He laughed and shook his head before he walked into the mess hall for a drink. He got an unmarked can of something that tasted like fruit juice, but he knew it wasn't. He sat outside the mess hall, on the ground watching all the cadets and guards walking around and conversing.

"Wait a second.... where the hell is Sarge?"

'how ya doin? The names Jeep, me an Dan met a while ago.' Jeep held out a hand
'I dont suppose either of you know where the Mess is round ere? I'm right starved'

OOC: This is REALLY late because this forum is slow for me at the moment.

Daniel nodded over his shoulder. "Big building over there. I've already ate myself; the grub isn't very good." He grinned. Jeep was a good guy; a little bit of a petrolhead, indeed, but certainly the type of guy he'd want watching his back in a firefight.

OOC: slow for me as well.

OOC: Yeah forum is a little slow for me today.

IC: "Okay then." He walked behind the Ghargonina admiring him as he went back to the base. "I can hardly wait to taste that deer."

Daniel nodded over his shoulder. "Big building over there. I've already ate myself; the grub isn't very good." He grinned. Jeep was a good guy; a little bit of a petrolhead, indeed, but certainly the type of guy he'd want watching his back in a firefight.

OOC: slow for me as well.

'Aw, I dont worry about that, look ere' He took a small yellow pot out of his pack
'Mustard, its amazing what mustard'll help down. As long as it don't wriggle. My old man used to swear by it. I got plenty if you lads need any. Practically contraband in the old camp, but I'm sure it'll be a little more welcome round ere.' He walked into the mess building to look for any vermin free cuisine

As Jeep went along the side bar of the hall, he lifted up the tureens, inspecting each of the foods in turn.
'Ere, whats all this?' He said to the chef opposite.
'S'mystery meat.' He replied
'Too bloody right it is, it seems to be curious about me an all. I got nothing against Milit'ry rations, but if it looks back at yer, leave it be.'
'What you see is what you get sonny come lately, like it or lump it ok?' The chef stood up to face Jeep
'Yea, I think I'll lump it, there woz crawling in there.' He walked out of the hall in disgust.

OOC: Gonna take off for a little bit whilst this is slowing down. Later, all. :)

Demitri looked up at the man leaving the Mess Hall with no food.

"Ah, same decision as me. Only difference being that I was thirsty too"

Demitri smiled and stood up, facing Jeep.

"The name's Demitri Kaine. Whats yours?"

He thrust his hand out for a handshake.

Rossok walked into the military base alongside Webb proudly, and headed for the messhall. He rolled the deer off his shoulder and slammed it down on one of the tables. He pulled up his shirt slightly to reveal a tattered brown belt wrapped around his waist. He had no idea where he'd got it, but somebody with sufficient knowledge could tell that it was an older-design Imperium military utility belt. He pulled a 9-inch knife from it and stabbed it down into the deer, cutting a fairly large chunk of flesh from it. Blood dripped as he tore it away.

"You better cut yourself a good piece," Rossok suggested to Webb. "This won't keep fresh enough for long, and there's no way we're both eating this all now. I'll offer some to the others; don't worry, I like very fresh meat, I'll be going hunting again in the next few days."

While Webb cut himself whatever he wanted, Rossok walked casually to the door, tearing chunks of the large piece of meat off with his teeth and swallowing them.

"If anybody wants real food, you can have and, if you really want to, cook, what's left of this deer," Rossok bellowed across the base.

Demitri looked up at the man leaving the Mess Hall with no food.

"Ah, same decision as me. Only difference being that I was thirsty too"

Demitri smiled and stood up, facing Jeep.

"The name's Demitri Kaine. Whats yours?"

He thrust his hand out for a handshake.

Jeep laughed and shook the mans hand, then stuck a toothpick in his mouth.
'Name's Jeep, and if they keep serving us that, the trainin won't be the toughest thing to get through in the camp. Chewin that muck'll keep us occupied enough. So, what you in for?'

Rossok walked into the military base alongside Webb proudly, and headed for the messhall. He rolled the deer off his shoulder and slammed it down on one of the tables. He pulled up his shirt slightly to reveal a tattered brown belt wrapped around his waist. He had no idea where he'd got it, but somebody with sufficient knowledge could tell that it was an older-design Imperium military utility belt. He pulled a 9-inch knife from it and stabbed it down into the deer, cutting a fairly large chunk of flesh from it. Blood dripped as he tore it away.

"You better cut yourself a good piece," Rossok suggested to Webb. "This won't keep fresh enough for long, and there's no way we're both eating this all now. I'll offer some to the others; don't worry, I like very fresh meat, I'll be going hunting again in the next few days."

While Webb cut himself whatever he wanted, Rossok walked casually to the door, tearing chunks of the large piece of meat off with his teeth and swallowing them.

"If anybody wants real food, you can have and, if you really want to, cook, what's left of this deer," Rossok bellowed across the base.

Jeeps ears perked up at the sound of a familiar voice.
'Nah, it couldnt be. Come on, I think I might know our mystery chef.' He gestured Dimitri to follow him as he ran towards the voice.
'Rossok you ole Lizard, ow you doin? We met at a training camp remember? You never paid me back for the meal niether. Care to repay a debt?' He grinned and looked at the newly killed deer.

*9:00 PM*
"CADETS! YOU HAVE ONE HOUR UNTIL LIGHTS OUT! I REPEAT, ONE HOUR UNTIL YOU NEED TO GET TO SLEEP!" Bilko walked aroud shouting at the top of his voice. He stopped for breath by the fence in time to see the hunters return. "Well done guys, 56 minutes, not bad at all!"

Jeep laughed and shook the mans hand, then stuck a toothpick in his mouth.
'Name's Jeep, and if they keep serving us that, the trainin won't be the toughest thing to get through in the camp. Chewin that muck'll keep us occupied enough. So, what you in for?'

"Nice wording there Jeep... My parents sent me here in hopes of reforming their very rebellious son. Thats what they said anyway."

He cocked his head and listened to Rossok's bellow

"Now then Jeep, I do think that nice reptillian whatever-it-is just offered fresh meat. Shall we?"

The two stomped into the Mess Hall and Dimitri immediatly picked a knife up from the table and began hacking away and a section of the deer

"Well done guys, 56 minutes, not bad at all!"

"Thank you sir," Rossok growled proudly, tearing another chunk away before he spoke again. "I have done this many, many times. It is like shopping, sir, only cheaper." He offered some of the raw meat to the Sergeant, but a look of realisation came to his eyes when he remembered that most people prefer to cook their meat before they eat it.

"Nice wording there Jeep... My parents sent me here in hopes of reforming their very rebellious son. Thats what they said anyway."

He cocked his head and listened to Rossok's bellow

"Now then Jeep, I do think that nice reptillian whatever-it-is just offered fresh meat. Shall we?"

Jeeps ears perked up at the sound of a familiar voice.
'Nah, it couldnt be. Come on, I think I might know our mystery chef.' He gestured Dimitri to follow him as he ran towards the voice.

"Thank you sir," Rossok growled proudly, tearing another chunk away before he spoke again. "I have done this many, many times. It is like shopping, sir, only cheaper."

'Rossok you ole Lizard, ow you doin? We met at a training camp remember? You never paid me back for the meal niether. Care to repay a debt?' He grinned and looked at the newly killed deer.

'Rossok you ole Lizard, ow you doin? We met at a training camp remember? You never paid me back for the meal niether. Care to repay a debt?' He grinned and looked at the newly killed deer.

"Greetings! Have whatever your belly can take," Rossok shouted. "It won't be fresh enough for me by the time I come to be hungry again. I expect that odd 'Webb' fellow has already taken whatever he wants of it."

OOC: I'm out for now. Toodles Folks!

He cuts out several large slabs of meat. He eyes some of the organs as well as he pulls out a burlap sack and pulls the eyes, liver, heart, brain, and kidneys and bladder of the deer out and stuffs them into the sack.

He takes the meat with him approaching his room he starts a small fire outside and cooks it to his satisfaction gorging on the deer. He leaves the rest out for a while as he lets the bladders drain and uses the left over salt to thoroughly coat the remaining meat turning it into jerkey.

He takes the kidneys and slices them into little bits as he throws them into the fire watching them spark up as he gathers the ashes. "That'll make good war paint."

He drains the blood from the heart and liver into a vial and boils it quickly turning it into a sticky paste like thing. "I am a natural medic after all. Hehe."

He strings out the brain hanging it from a tree as he pops the eyeballs into his mouth and eats them quickly. "Damn. I forgot the entrails. Ah well." He goes inside storing the vials and salt from the bladder in a tiny cabinet beneath his bed.

"Thank you sir," Rossok growled proudly, tearing another chunk away before he spoke again. "I have done this many, many times. It is like shopping, sir, only cheaper."
"Its good to see some self-dependency around here. Good job Cadet. Ok guys, into your rooms, lights out in one hour, in your rooms until then." He ushered the cadets into their rooms and locked the doors. "Merely a precaution to stop any planned night-time jaunts. Sleep well guys, until 5:AM." Last up he went to free Penmark and led her to the room, locking the door.

"Greetings! Have whatever your belly can take," Rossok shouted. "It won't be fresh enough for me by the time I come to be hungry again. I expect that odd 'Webb' fellow has already taken whatever he wants of it."

'Wouldn't say no mate, you may regret saying that though. I'm hungrier than a goat in an astro turf factory.' He lopped off a slab of deer using a knife laying on the floor.
'Sure you dont want none of the fine engine cooked cuisine? Its got mustard and all' He flipped open a yellow pot he was carrying

"Its good to see some self-dependency around here. Good job Cadet. Ok guys, into your rooms, lights out in one hour, in your rooms until then." He ushered the cadets into their rooms and locked the doors. "Merely a precaution to stop any planned night-time jaunts. Sleep well guys, until 5:AM." Last up he went to free Penmark and led her to the room, locking the door.

'Aw, looks like its deer for breakfast then' He dumped the slab in a water bucket outside, reasoning it should be ok in the morning.
'Seems like I'm bunking up with Zack, who'v you got Rossok? I ope you dont snore fer his sake' Jeep smiled

'Thanks for releasing me' Izzy said, as he slammed the door, she sat on her bed, she picked up her book.

Rossok swallowed the last of his large chunk and followed the other cadets towards their rooms.

"I am not sure who I am with, for he hasn't arrived yet," Rossok said to Jeep. "His name is 'Friendgrab' or something. As for snoring, I have no idea. Good night."

He slammed his arm across his chest in a salute; a salute from an army Rossok had no actual knowledge of, and shut the door behind him roughly. He slumped down onto the bed.

"Too squishy," he complained, thrashing around. He stood up and lifted the mattress. Bare springs. "Gaarh, can't do that." The floor was too cold for him to sleep on without causing himself harm, though, so he said something rather aggressively in his native language and threw himself to the bed, grumbling loudly in an unknown tongue. He was pretty tired having walked a long way just a few hours earlier, though, so as soon as his eyes shut, he didn't open them again.

OOC: Good timing. It's Friday night, so I'll see y'all tomorrow afternoon :p

Izzy curled up and slept peacefully.

Izzy couldnt sleep, she got up and heard muffled voices next door, the walls must be wafer thing, she started to tap in morse code

H...I....G..U..Y..S...I..T..S...M..E...I..Z..Z..Y

Yebzer wasn't at all tired. So he decided to try something. He went to the door and began kicking the latch as hard as he could trying to see if he could open the door enough to sneak out. His thin frame slammed against it again and again as he eventually just hurled himself against the lock as hard as he could.

Izzy heard a lock being fiddled with, she knocked several times...

Rossok awoke from his semi-sleeping state as he heard some banging noises from another room. He growled angrily and sat up, opening his jaws wide.

"BE QUIET!" he roared. He flopped back down and closed his eyes again.

Jeep went into his room, his roommate appeared to be missing from it. He shrugged, it was fine for him. He layed out his packs content on the bed to set up his side of the room. He hung a heavily battered dartboard on the wall and rested a pictureframe on his bedside table. It had a strip of cardboard inside with the words 'dad' on.
Jeep went through his usual bedtime routine, he practiced with the dartboard, most people used darts, but he tossed a screwdriver in the air, caught it on the downfall, then turned and threw it at the board. It juddered in the board for a second, imbedded enough to stay in. Jeep grinned, it was a skill he had learned for field repairs, he didn't like anyone interuppting him and a machine.
Finally he did the usual 100 press ups as per required by his old sergent, and took off what was round his neck. It was only a small chain with a nut welded on it, but he had been given it a long time ago by his father. It was usual for a son in the family to get somthing like it after they had learned thier military skill. He kissed the picture goodnight, then curled up on the bunk and fell asleep instantly.

Daniel had left to attend to his own business, which didn’t bother Michael at all.

Michael continued on to the mess hall, and had some of the slop they called food, though, that didn’t bother him too much.

He finished eating, and continued outside, the cubical torture chamber was in his view, and he could see the guards around it, and he had seen the girl who shat in her bed being drug out of there.

man, they sure are tough on bed wetters around here he thought as he leaned against a tree, surveying the area around him

He heard the call for one hour till lights out, and decided there was no point in hanging around here. He walked back to his room. Changed, went and took a shower, and then went to bed.



OOC: off to work, if anyone interacts, ill get back to you….uh, feel free to RP my answers to simple questions, just , please, don’t go overboard with it

Yebzer stared at the lock in disbelief. "You're an evil little bastard you know that?" He walked back to his bed shaking his head as he pulled out a pistol and went back to the door. He pointed the pistol point blank at the lock and fired once.

Yebzer stared at the lock in disbelief. "You're an evil little bastard you know that?" He walked back to his bed shaking his head as he pulled out a pistol and went back to the door. He pointed the pistol point blank at the lock and fired once.

Jeep sat bolt upright in bed as he was woken up to the sound of a gunshot.
He wondered what it was, and although curiosity had killed the cat, it hadn't done much more than cut him yet. He rustled round in his pack until he found his regulation pistol. He checked the barrel.
Empty. Figures, bloody quartermasters.
He picked up a screwdriver and climbed up the bunk to the open window. He jumped down and flattened against the wall.

In an instant Michael was awake and alert, reaching under his bed, he pulled out a pistol, a standard issue USP9 pistol.

He’d heard the gunshot about 3 doors down, and wasn’t sure what the hell was going on, but, he was going to be ready.

He removed the mattress from the other bed, and flipped the bed frame on its long end, placing it parallel the door. So, if need be, he could spring from the bed, and take cover behind it right away, he also placed the other cabinet there, for added protection, and put the mattress back down in front of the barricade.

He returned to his bed, tucked his pistol under his pillow, and sighed

What he hell is wrong with this place? I thought this was going to be a cakewalk, but I might end up getting killed by one of these lunatic morons. he thought as he drifted into a light sleep.

OOC: And now I must go, I am sorry I could not participate in this mile a minute activity more tonight, but I am beginning to see spots, and the room is spinning. A sure sign that I need to sleep soon. Sufficed to say, Jeep got back in bed, dissapointed there was no attacker.

Bilko heard the gunshot and strode back to the barracks. "Good night guys, and remember... 5AM!"


OOC: Its a shame isn't it? They're all going to wake up at 5AM minus guns.

OOC: I missed all of this already?! God! Am I still in this or am I screwed? I can make up something about a trial that Katrina had to go through or something...

OOC: Damn. I go away for a few hours, and you're a mile ahead. :( Just assume that Zack spent the entire day sleeping due to his rather bad case of Narcolepsi.

IC: Zack awoke with a snap when he heard the gunshot. It was already dark, to he figured he'd walk over to his room. Too bad that bastard sergeant had taken away his joints. He had spent a lot of time camoflauging (sp?) it. When he got to the door, it was closed by a latch on the outside. So, being the f*cked-up dopehead he is, he just lay down outside the door and went to sleep.

OOC: I missed all of this already?! God! Am I still in this or am I screwed? I can make up something about a trial that Katrina had to go through or something...
OOC: Join in, don't worry about the lateness. Knock on the gate or something, he'll wake up, pissed off, but answer.

OOC: Thanks!

IC:

Katrina, pissed off after another unsuccessful round of appeals back home, stepped out of the recently-landed helicopter. Escorted on both sides by armed Burnsian police, she calmly knocked on the gate with her handcuffed fists. "Open up!"

Bilko groaned, rolled over and put the pillow over his head, hoping the voice would go away... but when the knocking persisted he got up and stumbled over to the fence.
"This is the army camp, the prison is next door." He groaned and opened the door, letting the woman in.
"Cadet.... whoever you are, next time, try and arrive before 12AM, when people are awake. You're lucky I'm so tired I probably won't remember this by the morning, so I won't remember to punish you. Just remember, you really better be the model cadet."
He walked into the barracks, stepping over the body of some idiot who'd been late in, and leading her into her room. "Good night Cadet."
He walked back and fell asleep again.

After a sleepless night, Bilko awoke early and went to wake the cadets up. He walked into each room, searched around and removed any firearms, then screamed at the top of his voice. UP UP UP! COME ON YOU LAZY GITS! RISE AND SHINE, OUT FOR BREAKFAST WITHIN 10 MINUTES!.

Izzy woke up and saw Joe still curled up, there was something mildly cute about him, she still hated his guts though about the whole bed shatting incident which was clearly him, I mean look at her, she is so vain...

Jeep woke up blearily, thankful that bugel calls at least were not involved in the wake up call. He threw on his uniform and tucked his lug nut on a chain under his shirt.
After he had woken himself up a bit more by holding his own head in the freezing water barrel he stumbled accross the base to the mess hall, it was at this time when his lower intestine told him this was not a good idea. He remebered the mess hall's food, and how it had pratically earned a designation as a new species.
Then he remembered the deer Rossok had handed him yesterday and he hauled it out of the bucket of water he had kept it in. 10 minutes later the hanger was filled with the smell of roasting deer meat with a hint of petrol as he used the hot revving motor of a squad carrier to make a breakfast that didn't bite back.

Yebzer awoke startled out of his gord as he began firing at the door with his pistol. Emptying five more bullets into it as he loaded back up and tucked it into his pants.

He walked into each room, searched around and removed any firearms
;)

IC:
Bilko went for a jog around the camp. He ran twice around the perimeter and ran into the messhall.

OOC: Was a while away then. Though I didn't seem to miss anything too important.
IC: Vladimir woke up to people moving around the barracks. He quickly dressed his uniform and jumped off the bunk. Then he saw his roommate. "Hello. You seem to be my roommate then? The name is Vladimir Gagan, Sebytania."

The repulsive pig Joe slowly awoke when he noticed something - his plushie was missing! Joe quickly shot Isabell an accusing glance and then set about to searching for his beloved Gordon Freeman toy, he checked the clean bed he inhabited first and then checked down the side of the his bed, where, sure enough, Gordon Freeman lay idle on the floor, his plushie crowbar clasped firmly in HEV suit clad hands.

Greasy Joe picked up his beloved companion and hugged it close to him, he never apolgised for the obvious look of condemnation that Joe shot at the innocent Isabel as he leapt up from his cot, fully dressed, as he only wore one set of clothes, and ran to the mess hall to gorge himself.

Jeep looked over accross the base as he was making his breakfast, and saw a wobbling mountain of a man making his way towards the mess hall.
'Cor, old chef may av' finally met is' match there. Wouldn't want to get between him an a plateful.' Jeep wondered how such a man could have gotten into the training. As he watched the man waddle with irregular bouts of flatulence he shook his head.
'Out of the many things I bet ee's suited for, like drain cover an' waste disposal, militry ain't one of em' He smiled, he would be interested in how the man got on. The smell of roast deer reached his nose.
'Oo, brekfists up.'

Vladimir walked out of the barracks, to the messhall. "Well the others are here already" he said to himself and took something that he could't call food, but at least it tasted better than what he'd have got in Sebytania. He sat into a random table and started putting the stuff in his mouth.

For a moment, Daniel thought he must’ve died and gone to the fiery place beneath his feet.

The bugle call that sounded through the camp woke him with a start. Rolling over to identify the noise, he found himself suddenly sprawled on the floor with a pain in his back. Rubbing his shoulders ruefully, he muttered something unflattering about the Sergeant who kept them interned here before quickly getting dressed into the grey-green military drabs of the base uniform.

The base looked even worse in the early morning sun, although that may have had something to do with his intense hatred of the place right now. The sun bounced off the greyish concrete and caused Daniel to cover his eyes as he walked across the courtyard and entered the mess hall.

A few people where already there. Daniel nodded to them in as friendly a way as he could achieve this early in the morning, before taking line in the queue and being served something that looked like it had been shot out of a cannon. Taking a seat at one table, he stifled a yawn and decided to eat as much as possible before the Sergeant deprived them of food for any length of time. ‘Hell,’ he thought, slicing a piece from the monstrosity in front of him. ‘Maybe it tastes better than it looks.’

He was wrong.

Zack woke up because of someone trampling him where he lay in the hallway. Hearing a lot of shouting, he walked over to the room where the same greendressed idiot that had taken away his joints yelled at someone who was asleep. He heard something about breakfast, so he stumbled his way to the messhall.

Once there, he saw a lot of people. But the best part was that he smelled something good. It had to be steaks. So, he walked up to a guy with a crazy accent.

"Can I have some? I'm Zack by the way."

Rossok awoke with a snarl, rolling onto the floor and struggling to get to his feet. He immediately began practicing some form of martial art, thrusting his palm forwards then up, rotating and using dead weights, performing series of complex moves as quickly and powerfully as he could, and once in a while swinging his leg around in high, strong kicks.
Unbeknownst to him, he was practicing a form of combat known as atuk by his people. He had probably been taught some in his youth, though the style he used now was significantly mutated compared to the original. He'd probably been adding to and changing it as he went along, not really remembering where he picked it up from in the first place.
His species had rudimentary body-temperature control, and so moving around vigorously after waking would help kick-start his body. This self-regulating temperature system was nowhere near as efficient as a mammal's though. It would take an hour of movement for him to get back to full strength. After nearly putting a hole through the wall he stumbled outside, snarling at anyone who came near him.
As he entered the sunlight he seemed to regain some more energy almost instantaneously. He growled in satisfaction and slumped against a wall, basking.

While the others went to the messhall to gorge themselves, Rossok remained slumped against the wall, his arms outstretched. They needed to eat three times a day; he needed to eat three times a week. They awoke fully charged; he woke up like a depleted battery. He couldn't think of an advantage he had over them that they didn't balance out somewhere else.
Sometimes he wished he was like them, so he didn't have to go through this ritual every time he woke up. Perhaps he'd have found life to be a little less violent if his skin was soft and thin as well. Most of the time he didn't particularly care though.

Blko walked around, and saw Rossok slumped down against the wall. "Cadet Rossok, is everything ok? You don't seem quite with it. You don't feel ok?" He leaned down and grasped his hand, yanking him to his feet.

Blko walked around, and saw Rossok slumped down against the wall. "Cadet Rossok, is everything ok? You don't seem quite with it. You don't feel ok?" He leaned down and grasped his hand, yanking him to his feet.

"SIr... I need sun in the mornings..." Rossok said, rather quietly considering his usual tone. "No energy when I wake up... the more heat, the stronger I am...."

Vladimir finished eating his so-called breakfast and stood up. He looked around him, and noticed that everyone else except the Ghargonian were still eating. Vlad walked outside and saw Bilko talking to the Ghargonian. "So when is our actual training begin then?" He asked and spotted a word out of his mouth: "Sir."

"At sunrise we go for a run around the perimeter, three laps and in. Thats about 5 KM. You then get a 10 minute break, then its 200 press-ups and 200 sit-ups. At that point you get a longer break while I make up the rest of the day.

Rossok seemed to perk up a little.

"Excellent," he said, still sounding rather... well, dead. He slowly got to his feet and leaned against the wall slightly with one arm. "I should try to build up some more strength beforehand..." he said.

"At sunrise we go for a run around the perimeter, three laps and in. Thats about 5 KM. You then get a 10 minute break, then its 200 press-ups and 200 sit-ups. At that point you get a longer break while I make up the rest of the day.

Greasy Joe had finished eating and overheard the evil man's cruel words, he quietly slipped away into the shadows and went to hide in the messhall for some scraps, if he was lucky, he'd get some of that grease and fat you get from the mass production of chips (USA : French Fries).

Joe sneaked into the kitchen, his huge form moving with unnatural grace as he squeezed himself into a steel cuboard food trolley, closing the door and locking himself in with enough processed meat to kill any carnivore.

So he started eating.

Yebzer awoke in a pile on the floor. His arms were tucked firmly in his pants and his legs were above his head. He heard bones crack as he rolled out of his resting pose. His eyes rolled around in his head quickly surveying the room.

"What! Hraga shune twa!" He ran around slamming into walls and kicking and screaming for a few more minutes before eating some jerkey and going outside of his room to kick the walls.

'Mornin' Sarge' Jeep proffered a plate, or a least a flat disc of metal to Bilko with a lump of cooked deer on.
'Ungry? Nothing like carberator broiled I always sez.' He took a bite of the meat
'So what time do we begin if you don't mind of th' asking? Fantastic scenery an' all, but sergent Dridge said if I 'din't get my arse trained up' he would personally remove every inch of skin on me. An I mean every inch sarge if you get my meanin. Not a man to mince words our ol' sarge.'

"Thank you Corporal Jeep. CADETS.... 'TENSHUN! 3 LAPS OF THE PERIMETER, STARTING FROM HERE. WAIT FOR IT.... GO!"

No one knew where they came from, but there they were. Three large snake like creatures that did not know how they came to be where they were.
It was obvious that these snake like Creatures with their Blade like apendages, were of three seperate breeds.

One Glowed orange, this sliver seemed kinda volitale.

Another was white. The local plant life seemed helthier around him. in fact one bush grew from almost dead to full bloom in a matter of minuets.

The last was blue, his head was quite large compared to the other two, and his head pulsed and throbbed with every thought that passed through his mind, forever trapped within its synapses

'God my legs feel like jelly' Izzy groaned as she finished her laps.

'God my legs feel like jelly' Izzy groaned as she finished her laps.

Jeep pulled up beside her, out of breath but nowhere near incapasitated.
'Blimey gel, s'nothin compared to what I used to av' to do. Even me old man used to say a few laps before 8 worked up an appetite. Ow come you came ere in the first place then eh?' He said cheerfully in his cockney accent.

'wouldn't you like to know' she said winking mysteriously.

'Noo....I am here to improve my surveillance skills, and become a lot more butch' she said, giggling softly.

'wouldn't you like to know' she said winking mysteriously.

'Noo....I am here to improve my surveillance skills, and become a lot more butch' she said, giggling softly.

'We-ell, you may get yer wish love. I seen alot of sargents in my time, an' this Bilko, ee may look soft on the outside, but av' yer seen is' arms? Scars all over em. Seen action ee as'. You smoke?' Jeep offered a pack towards Isabelle.
'Isabelle innit?'

'Yeah, call me Izzy' she said, taking a cigarette.

'I am currently head of a top flight reserve surveillance-intelligence team' she added, winking at him again, drawing in a long breath on her cigarette.

Katrina walked towards Room 9, looked around and dumped her stuff on the bed. Two cases of lipstick (one containing ecstacy), various girl stuff, her CD player, and a change of clothes. Deciding to skip breakfast, she walked out to the drilling fields and demanded of the man in charge, "Where the hell do you want me?"

'Yeah, call me Izzy' she said, taking a cigarette.

'I am currently head of a top flight reserve surveillance-intelligence team' she added, winking at him again, drawing in a long breath on her cigarette.

Jeep shrugged
'Ere, take the whole pack. I don't smoke meself, does murder to the lungs, an I get enough of the stuff from the bloody cars. I just carry em' for other people you know? I know where I can lay me 'ands on em' anyway.' Jeep's brain registered what he had just heard.
'Wait, 'ead of the reserve surveillance-intelligence team? Pull the other one love, its got bells on. Really?' He looked at the girl differently, he had taken her for a 'GI jane' what his old corperal used to call a girl who was in the army to prove a point.

'Seriously' she said, pulling a card from her bra.

'Its there for safe keeping' she said, winking, she showed him the ID card

NAME: Isabel Penmark
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Position: HEAD OF INTELLIGENCE SURVEILLANCE STREET TEAMS

'Seriously' she said, pulling a card from her bra.

'Its there for safe keeping' she said, winking, she showed him the ID card

NAME: Isabel Penmark
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Position: HEAD OF INTELLIGENCE SURVEILLANCE STREET TEAMS

'Blimey, it aint where many sargents'll look I'll give it that.' He thought for a second and remembered some of the posts he had been at
'Well, not most sergents anyway. An' eres me just a private, I feel right embarressed now. Course, I was bumped down from corp, but it was never me what painted the sarge green.'

Sniffing impatiently, Katrina walked over to Jeep and Isabella. "What's up? What is this place?"

'Its a shit-hole where you eat shit, you sleep on shit and you are made to feel shit' Isabell giggled looking up at Jeep admiringly.

"Another one of them damn concentration camps? The fucking government is screwing with my head again. I never did anything wrong, I just moved a few people out of my way. You know what I'm sayin'?"

'Yeah I do' Isabel said, offering Kat one of Jeeps cigarettes.

Blimey, its right raining em now. My informed friend Izzy ere is correct in all aspects of this milit'ry facility wot we are bivvying in. The food is indeed crap, the beds are in fact crap, which dont help you'r overall feelings much niever. But you seen the tech in this place? The carriers round ere purr smoother than a newborn kitten I teel yez.'

"Oh, thank God. I thought I would never get a smoke on the way here. Thanks," said Katrina. "You can call me Kat if you want," she said, taking a cigarette. "Got a light?"

Izzy giggled again so cutely.

"Oh, thank God. I thought I would never get a smoke on the way here. Thanks," said Katrina. "You can call me Kat if you want," she said, taking a cigarette. "Got a light?"


Izzy got a lighter from inside her bra.
'I keep all important stuff in here' she giggled, flicking the light under Kats fag.

"Thanks." Kat took a long drag from the smoke and exhaled slowly. "Won't they take these?"

'what they cant see, they cant take' Izzy giggled, stamping hers out.

'So Jeep, you have a sweetheart at home?' Izzy asked, moving a little closer to him.

'So Jeep, you have a sweetheart at home?' Izzy asked, moving a little closer to him.

'I wish luv, I never been 'home' much to find one really. Only accompanyment I ever get at night is the purring of an engine. Direct arent ye?' Jeep laughed
'Sarge'd kill anyone who so much as loosens is' shirt near you two I'm finki'n.'

OOC: (sorry, OOC,) TG Sef. AND NO YOU SUSPICIOUS PEEPING TOMS OUT THERE IT HAS NO REFERENCE TO 18 MATERIAL. *mumbles*

OOC: 9.00, so gotta go. Don't worry, as soon as everones seen this I'll delete it :D

OOC: STAG check tg's

"I don't think any girl would mind loosening your shirt..." said Kat, looking Jeep up and down quickly. "Don't you think so, Isabel?"

Zack finished the laps, although he was exhausted. He'd fallen asleep (again) in the middle of the lap, and thus finished as one of the last. Seeing someone smoke, he wandered over, hoping they were smoking something else then sigarettes. Either way, he was more then willing to smoke anything he could get his hands on. He hadn't smoked anything in almost 24 hours, and he was starting to feel it...

"Hi. I'm Zack. How you doing? (ooc: think Joey from "Friends" when it comes to that comment...)" he said to the people standing there, but mainly to the two girls. They had smokes.

"Alright, I guess. I'm Katrina; call me Kat."

'You know me already, I was the lass being chucked in the chokee last night, i was kicking and screamin!' Izzy laughed.

Yebzer loved the run coming back he managed to charm a few squirrels into his pocket. Back at his bunk he stuffed them into a nice cage with lots of padding. He picked out a knife and began carving on his door slowly tracing line after line again and again.

He took out his paints and began tracing the streets and others. When he was done he stepped back admiring his work. A perfect aerial view of Birmingham.

He walked out of the room and began painting the walls. Mapping out the forest and the grounds. Then he did every room he'd been in and when he ran out of rooms to draw he began drawing battles that he'd seen and been in.

Yebzer sat on his bed and played with his new pets....

Izzy saw a man with some squirrels, she was intrigued, she followed him

'Wow, pretty squirrels' she said.

One of the Snake creatures, the white one, let out a hiss of frustration, they had slithered by this fence for a few hours now and could find no hole in the fence. They dectided to slither around and see if they could find someway to contact Riptide, or at least find another living thing. They saw plenty of eveidence that some people had been running around.

A small car pulled up to the gate.
A young boy steped out. He was wearing standard urban combat gear with combat knife and AK 47 and in his back pack he had dessert gear and jungle gear plus to packs of rations.
He started walked to the gate and yelled.
SOME ONE LET ME IN

OOC: Were Warhaven and Bloody Reaper invited?

OOC: I was yes, I was here from the beginning in the last thread. I was just a little late getting into this thread is all.

OOC: Alright, just making sure because I haven't seen you here before. :)

OOC: They're both here its ok. TBR is RPing a 13 year old.

IC:
Bilko strolled leisurely over to the boy. "Look who graces us with his presence a day late. Get inside boy. JUMP TO IT!" As soon as the boy was inside Bilko closed the fence. "PARADE GROUND, EVERYBODY, NOW! 200 PRESSUPS FOLLOWED BY 200 SITUPS."

Kat raised her hand.

"Is this required?"

The slivers heard voices, one of them particularly loud. The Creaturs slither toward the sound and found them selves behind a man yelling at a bunch of other people apperently for no reason. On the good side however the completly understood the man. The creature that was glowing orange let out a friendly hiss.

At the yell of the Sergeant, Daniel groaned and moved out into the Courtyard as the other Cadets began assembling there. He was still tired from the three laps; how he would get through 200 of anything would be a miracle.

A group of new Cadets had shown up since Daniel had last saw the group; unusually enough, a young boy was among them as well. Daniel frowned, but didn't dwell on it - if this place was Hell, who said it had to have a minimum age requirement?

He was glad to see Iz was okay; Daniel hadn't seen her much since she got out of the box. She seemed unaffected by the experience, which Daniel put down to her training in the Intel business. Some of those bastards were hard as nails, irrelevant of gender.

She seemed to be getting on with Jeep well; Daniel smiled. She could pick a lot worse - Jeep was a good guy, providing he could be distracted out of whatever engine he had his head in at any given time.

Lining up on the parade ground, he was standing next to Jeep as they began doing the tortorous exercises. Leaning over, he muttered in a low voice, "I'm gonna be dead by the end of the week."

Vlad went next to Daniel to do the pressups. "If you actually will be dead, damn you're lucky." And so he continued with the other 199 pressups and 200 situps.

At the yell of the Sergeant, Daniel groaned and moved out into the Courtyard as the other Cadets began assembling there. He was still tired from the three laps; how he would get through 200 of anything would be a miracle.

A group of new Cadets had shown up since Daniel had last saw the group; unusually enough, a young boy was among them as well. Daniel frowned, but didn't dwell on it - if this place was Hell, who said it had to have a minimum age requirement?

He was glad to see Iz was okay; Daniel hadn't seen her much since she got out of the box. She seemed unaffected by the experience, which Daniel put down to her training in the Intel business. Some of those bastards were hard as nails, irrelevant of gender.

She seemed to be getting on with Jeep well; Daniel smiled. She could pick a lot worse - Jeep was a good guy, providing he could be distracted out of whatever engine he had his head in at any given time.

Lining up on the parade ground, he was standing next to Jeep as they began doing the tortorous exercises. Leaning over, he muttered in a low voice, "I'm gonna be dead by the end of the week."
Jeep grinned
'Then you might be one of the lucky ones mate. Most cadets'd kill fer a chance for that. Personally I always wonders why we ave' to do all of these anyway. Like when yer get captured in the field, does yer enemy make yer run 100 laps?' Jeep paused to do a few more push ups
'Or do all the sargents make us do it fer kicks eh?'

"Yes, Cadet Katrina, I would say this is neccesary, anything I tell you to do is neccesary, otherwise I would have asked you if you wanted to. And Cadet Jeep, this is to increase your physical fitness level, as some of us" He shot a glance at Joe "Could use. You're lucky I'm such a nice sergeant, as long as I see you're working, I don't care how long it takes you all to do it."

Izzy saw Daniel, she mouthed HELLO, YOU ALRIGHT? as she was standing far away from him, her hands were shaking uncontrollably....

'Sergeant, what can I do, all these guys are flexing their muscles and I aint doing anything' Izzy said.

Zack collapsed after 102 sit-ups. He desperately needed a sigarett.

"Well Cadet Penmark, may I recommend you start doing your press-ups, otherwise you'll be here until 2 AM, and you'll need to wake up again at five. So drop and give me 200!
Cadet Gress, is there a problem? If not, get back to doing your pressups."

"Well Cadet Penmark, may I recommend you start doing your press-ups, otherwise you'll be here until 2 AM, and you'll need to wake up again at five. So drop and give me 200!
Cadet Gress, is there a problem? If not, get back to doing your pressups."

Zack was starting to get a nervous break-down. He started sobbing.
"Why... why can't I... why can't I.. why can't I go home?! I wanna go home!!"

OOC: Sorry, I ironically have more stuff to do over the weekend than I do in the week, even though I work all week... I'll be online more on weekdays, I tells ya.

IC:

Rossok had completed his laps, starting out at a crawl but gradually gaining more speed as he went. Since then had been practicing more of the obscure martial art he used in the morning, alone in a corner of the camp practicing his thrusts and swings. He seemed overly enthusiastic when he was told to do 200 press-ups and sit-ups, and immediately dropped to the ground and started pushing his considerable body weight up and down. Rather than getting tired he seemed to be generating more energy for himself. The more work he did, the more energetic and excitable he got.

"This is great," he said, back to his usual volume. "Isn't this great?!"
Once in a while between pushes he switched hands, using his left arm for twenty press-ups, his right arm for twenty more, then jumping back to both arms again for a while.

After he hit the two hundred mark, he seemed to be preparing for another push, but it was hard enough for him to flip over to his back. He tried a sit-up, but his body weight tipped him over. He sat up for a minute scratching his head, and then his yellow eyes widened as an idea came over him. He lifted one of his legs, aimed his toes at the ground and jammed it down, embedding half his foot into the ground. He did the same with the other foot and started on his sit-ups.

After a few minutes he finished 200 of those as well, and jumped to his feet. He started jogging on the spot, jerking his head side to side as though looking for something.

Izzy saw Zack

'Why? this is great, good for the body and soul, makes you realise what a nice life you have at home' Izzy laughed.

'If you wanna talk, come to room 5, I'll listen to you' she whispered softly in his ear.

"Well Cadet Penmark, may I recommend you start doing your press-ups, otherwise you'll be here until 2 AM, and you'll need to wake up again at five. So drop and give me 200!
Cadet Gress, is there a problem? If not, get back to doing your pressups."

after talking to Zack, she got on the floor and did her press-ups in an impressive time.

Izzy saw Zack

'Why? this is great, good for the body and soul, makes you realise what a nice life you have at home' Izzy laughed.

'If you wanna talk, come to room 5, I'll listen to you' she whispered softly in his ear.

Zack looked at Isabell. Maybe he'd go there. He didn't know what he'd talk about, but he would go there. Still, he was extremely depressed.
"Th... thanks."

ooc: Zack has been on dope for the last three years, and the sudden stop has taken its toll on him.

OOC: alright, thanks for the info

IC:
'Sarge, I finished' she said dusting off her freezing cold hands. She was really worried about Zack...

'Zack, you wanna go talk now? Bilko's busy, i will say you were sick' Isabell said quietly....

'Zack, you wanna go talk now? Bilko's busy, i will say you were sick' Isabell said quietly....

He dried his eyes.
"Ok.. wh.. where do you wanna go?"

He walked along with Izzy.

'come to my barracks, scabby Joe shouldnt be around' she said.

'aww hun' she said, putting her arm around his shoulder.

'In this business you learn to have the hardness of nails, look at me, I dont stand for no shit, but if you talk to me right, im a pussycat' she said, laughing.

OOC: how old is Zack?

'come to my barracks, scabby Joe shouldnt be around' she said.

'aww hun' she said, putting her arm around his shoulder.

'In this business you learn to have the hardness of nails, look at me, I dont stand for no shit, but if you talk to me right, im a pussycat' she said, laughing.

OOC: how old is Zack?

ooc: 17

ic: Zack smiled at the comment Izzy made. Then, he started to sob again,
"I.. I know I have a problem. Its... its just that... its the only way of coping. At home, they beat me. In school, they hate me. I don't know why. They just..." he started crying again.

'awww darling' Izzy said, turning to face him.

'Your a silly muffin, your a dead attractive guy, I am shocked why!' she said, grabbing his shoulders.

'Lets get you cleaned up and we can talk about this' she said, opening her barracks, she lead him in and sat him on her bed...she got him a flannel from her wash bag.

'I can understand if you dont wanna talk about it, I just don't want you to be upset' she said smiling softly hugging him around the shoulders.

Greasy Joe assumed the way was clear, so he left the now empty trolley and made his way to his dorm, his wobbling form finallly found the door and his stubby fingers grasped the door knob, it open with a click and Joe went inside, he saw that Izzy's bed was clean and suddenly a rather foul idea struck him...

Joe was comfortable in Izzy's bed, inhaling the scent while his sweaty hands worked their wonders in the confines of Joe's pants...

"Ah, shit," said Katrina, collapsing on the ground. "Sargeant, do you have a canteen I can borrow or something? I'm dead tired..."

OOC: you cant do that Izzy and Zack were there before scabby joe arrived

ooc: Hey Kriegor, we're already in there...

'awww darling' Izzy said, turning to face him.

'Your a silly muffin, your a dead attractive guy, I am shocked why!' she said, grabbing his shoulders.

'Lets get you cleaned up and we can talk about this' she said, opening her barracks, she lead him in and sat him on her bed...she got him a flannel from her wash bag.

'I can understand if you dont wanna talk about it, I just don't want you to be upset' she said smiling softly hugging him around the shoulders.

Zack shunned away a little. He wasn't used to affection. Then, he thought about it, and moved back towards Izzy.
"Sorry. I'm just not used to... people liking me... I guess livin' on the streets does that to you." he said with a hint of a smile while cleaning himself up.

ooc: Hey Kriegor, we're already in there...



Zack shunned away a little. He wasn't used to affection. Then, he thought about it, and moved back towards Izzy.
"Sorry. I'm just not used to... people liking me... I guess livin' on the streets does that to you." he said with a hint of a smile while cleaning himself up.

'Hun, I would never hurt you' she said,

'Hun, I would never hurt you' she said,

He started crying again. The memories all came back to him now. His first slap, the violence at home, the older kids bullying him at school, his first run-in with the law...
"Why? Why do people hate those that are different?" he cried out.

OOC: Bloody hell! You don't give anyone more than thirty seconds to respond.

IC: Greasy Joe made his way back from the mess hall, bringing some meat with him among other things, his hand grasped the door knob and the door swung open to reveal some sad git crying and some slut of a woman trying to comfort him.

Joe couldn't care less. He waddled in, sat on his bed for a second, looking extremely intense when a cruel noise escaped his bowels, he then stood up, obviously relieved and went to the corner of the room near Izzy's bed and promptly had a piss next to the bed.

"It ain't goin' near my bed!" Joe said before adding.

"And the toilets are like...ages away, so this spot will do."

OOC: brb

Zack saw a mountain of fat entering the door and screaming out something while attempting to take a piss. He also saw that the fat dude dropped a Gordon Freeman toy. Zack picked it up and walked over to the toilet.
"Hey you. Stop pissin' in the corner, or I'll piss on Gordy here..."

OOC: You messed with the nerd...not smart! =p

IC: Within nanoseconds, the wobbling mountain of flesh turned to a daemon, he moved with unnatural speed and sent a palm into the young man's chin while rescuing Gordon with one hand and leaping to his own bed. Joe snarled, gnashing his teeth as the man recovered and hugging Gordon close to him.

'Its because they are jealous, thats the cause for bullying' Izzy said.

Finished with the several hundred sit-ups and press-ups, Daniel was considerably knackered. He was glad to escape the Sarge for a while whislt he finished with those who were still toiling out in the courtyard.

Walking by Izzys room, the idea came to mind to see how she was after that unpleasent experience being locked up for a few hours. Knocking on the door, he opened it after a modest pause.

"Hey Iz, I was just wondering how..."

He paused in his sentence as he saw Zack was clearly upset over something.

"Oh, I'm sorry - am I interrrupting something?"

He was about to turn around and leave them in private when the smell of urine reached his nostrils. Recoiling, he turned around and scowled at Joe in one corner.

"Sweet Jesus Christ and everything that is Holy, what the Hell is he doing?" Daniel looked at the fat boy in disgust. Turning to the other two, he nodded down the corridor.

"If you want to get away from...him," he nodded at Joe. "You can use my room to talk. That Rosie character doesn't seem to be around right now."

'holy crap' Izzy said, getting her gun out.

she grabbed Zack and threw him outside.

'run, he's getting nasty' she shouted.

OOC: You messed with the nerd...not smart! =p

IC: Within nanoseconds, the wobbling mountain of flesh turned to a daemon, he moved with unnatural speed and sent a palm into the young man's chin while rescuing Gordon with one hand and leaping to his own bed. Joe snarled, gnashing his teeth as the man recovered and hugging Gordon close to him.

ooc: You messed with a dope-head. No good idea.

ic: Zack didn't feel much of the greasy fist that smashed against his chin, but he did feel that he crashed against the wall. So, in best Cottish style, he counter-attacked with a good old-fashioned kick in the balls, followed swiftly by a knock in the backhead and one right in the fat idiots teeth.

EDIT: He heard Izzy and started to run. While looking back, he shouted to her. "Meet me outside, ok?"

'holy crap' Izzy said, getting her gun out.

she grabbed Zack and threw him outside.

'run, he's getting nasty' she shouted.

Daniel jumped back from the doorway as Zack came flying out. Looking across at him, he blinked. "You okay?"

Daniel jumped back from the doorway as Zack came flying out. Looking across at him, he blinked. "You okay?"
Zack looked at him.
"Yeah, I'm ok... "

All three met in Daniels room.

'I locked him in, I cant stand being in there anymore, i get in shit for his bladder problems' Izzy spat angrily.

Rossok jerked his head sideways as he heard loud shouting and crashing noises.

"A fight!" he yelled merrily. He through back his head and roared with excitement, sprinting towards the barracks as fast as he could.

Joe let out a cruel, booming laugh as the group fled but Joe's sense of victory quickly left him, he grew bored and an excellent idea struck. He quickly leapt into Isabell's bed and felt his hands work their magic in his pants...

All three met in Daniels room.

'I locked him in, I cant stand being in there anymore, i get in shit for his bladder problems' Izzy spat angrily.

Daniel sat down on his bunk, nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, you picked the short straw on that one, Iz."

He looked across at Zack.

"Should I be here? I mean, you two seemed to be into something private." He was a little bit uncomfortable with intruding on other people's conversations.