NationStates Jolt Archive

"Some moron stole my towel and left me with this small one." She raged

"I think it suits you quite well," smirked Blane from down the hall as he dried his air...

"Here." he went back into his room and came back out."Take one of mine cant have a sargent walken around half naked."


"Blane Shut the fuck up..or my boot will be up your arse!"

She saw her towel, "You thief." She bellowed as she charged Blane.

mark turned off the shower and grabbed for his towel "what the hell?!" mark screamed as he saw it was gone. he slowly opened the shower door and grabbed for his clothes. quickly he closed it and dressed himself. on his way down the hall he saw blane and jera talking. jera was wearing a particularly short towel. "looking good jera." mark said as he past the two and headed toward his room.

"Watch your tone, Alexis," remarked Blane as he drew himself up to his full six foot five inches. He towered over Alexis who could have been no more than five foot six inches.

When Blane had removed the towel from his head, he saw Jera charging full speed right at him...

She stopped around two inches from ramming into Blane. "Give me back my towel you cotton brained, microned thief." She yelled at him.

Tim walked over to where everyoen was, and where apparently Blane had riled up Jera... Or maybe it was the other way 'round.

OOC: Can anyone update me? I don't feel like reading through 10 (!) pages of stuff... And sorry I'm late...

Mark heard screaming and quickly ran out to see what was going on."YAY! front row seats to another jera vs. blane argument." mark said allowed as he watched jera bolt toward blane.

ooc:well the HUNT game ended in a draw, and while taking a shower blane stole jera's towel and now there fighting.

"Take it. I didn't know it was yours. Besides, it looks like you stole Mark's towel," Blane commented as he noticed Mark's clothes were wet. "You should have hung it over your shower - how was I suppose to know that it was yours if it was on the rack."

Tim chuckled. "OK... That's enough... Anyone know where I can find some towels?" He asked, looking around at the group before him. His legs were still sore from the scuffle earlier, and his backside felt even worse, especially around the small of his back. "Dang rocks..." he muttered, rubbing his back.

She glared at Blane, "Maybe because it has my initials in the corner." She said as she wrapped it around her, removed Marks and tossed it to him. In the left-hand corner, of the opposite side that Blane could see were the initials J.O.

"I didn't see! Excuse me for not examining everything I touch before I use it."

She glared at him again before returning to her room. Once there she changed into a pair of short shorts and a loose t-shirt and returned to see the others.

Donovann cleared his throat, then shrugged. "...OK, I guess I'll just go find a couple a towels..."

Mark cuaght his towel and re-entered his room, he dried off his clothes and changed into a t-shirt and camo-colored shorts clothing. he then returned outside to watch this fight again. "aw man, its over" he said to himself as headed to the kitchen to grab himself something to eat. he was very hungry ever since the HUNT game

"Yeh, well I am glad you are having a good time..." said Blane as he had just re-emerged from his room, changed into his clothing

"Anyone else hungry?" She asked as she headed to the cafeteria.

"Yeah, definantly." Said Donovann. The shower, he decided, could wait.

"Ice cream would be good...

Jera looked into the fridge, "They have nepolaten ice cream." She called out.

Jera looked into the fridge, "They have nepolaten ice cream." She called out.



"never heard of it?"

mark sat down at the nearest table with a ham and cheese sandwich. "been a while since i had one of these"

"It's chocolate, strawberry and vanilia all mixed up." She replied

Jera looked into the fridge, "They have nepolaten ice cream." She called out.

"I'll give it a try, though I too have never heard of it..."

"It's chocolate, strawberry and vanilia all mixed up." She replied

"Sounds delicious. How much is there?"

Alexis got himself a chicken ceaser salad. And sat next to Mark."hmmmm....man they make you wait for a mission over here but they sure do have good food."

"Enough." She replied, as she pulled out a four liter tub from the freezer.

"Hell if they keep stocking the fridge with this food i'll wait as long as they like" mark said as he bit into his sandwich. after he finished chewing he said "speaking of which, where is Damoslav?"

"Well grab me a spoon and bring it here..."

"Hell if they keep stocking the fridge with this food i'll wait as long as they like" mark said as he bit into his sandwich. after he finished chewing he said "speaking of which, where is Damoslav?"

"Maybe he killed himself?" suggested Blane

i sure hope not, i didn't come all this way to have jera stab me with a rubber knife." mark said in a joking tone.

Jera smiled as she passed Blane his ice-cream.

ooc: Last post for a while, dinner(thanksgiving)

OOC: Thanksgiving?... Oh well. *shrugs*

IC:
Tim walked into the 'Mess Hall', and saw Jera with a large tub of ice cream out. He chuckled, then got put together a PB&J sandwhich, and sat down at an empty table, after getting a glass of chocolate milk.

Jera smiled as she passed Blane his ice-cream.

ooc: Last post for a while, dinner(thanksgiving)

"Wow, this ice cream really is good..."

Alexis was stuffed"There was alot of chicken in that salad."He took out a cigar from his pocket,lit it and started to smoke it"this is my desert, anyone want a cigar?"

"Yeh, I'll take one," Blane said. Even though he didn't smoke he often had a cigar on him...

"sure, i'll have one" mark said as he brouhgt his plate to the sink. "that sure was a good sandwich" he said, sitting back down

"No thanks," Donovann shrugged, and a shadow passed Tim's face.

Jera just propped her feet on the table as Blane ate the ice-cream.

Jera just propped her feet on the table as Blane ate the ice-cream.

"Uh... excuse me," Blane said to Jera as he had a spoonful of ice cream just inches away from his face.

"Oh, did you fart, well you're excused." Jera said

"Oh, did you fart, well you're excused." Jera said

"I was referring to your feet. Do you mind..."

"here we go again, another fight" mark wispered to alexis he smoked the cigar.

"Oh, my feet arn't bothering me." She said

"Oh, my feet arn't bothering me." She said



"please remove your feet from the table."

"yes, please take your feet off the table or I might just enter target practice" mark said bringing his hand closer to his M1911A1, "i haven't had a chance to use this yet ya know."

"Oh, alright." Jera said

"yes, please take your feet off the table or I might just enter target practice" mark said bringing his hand closer to his M1911A1, "i haven't had a chance to use this yet ya know."



Alexis put his hand on his pistol "You will do no such thing...GET ME!!!! Now calm down a stop making a fool of yourself and enjoy a cigar!"

"Finally these guys agree with me," thought Blane. "Thank you very kindly..." he said to Jera and then continued to eat the ice cream...

Alexis put his hand on his pistol "You will do no such thing...GET ME!!!! Now calm down a stop making a fool of yourself and enjoy a cigar!"

"And you guys say I'm a trigger happy gunslinger..." said Blane quietly as he shoveled more ice cream into his mouth...

"You're going to make yourself sick if you keep gorging." Jera commented to Blane.

Alexis put his hand on his pistol "You will do no such thing...GET ME!!!! Now calm down a stop making a fool of yourself and enjoy a cigar!"

"whoa whoa calm down, i was just messing. I would never shoot a fellow soldier" mark said bringing his hand back up to the cigar "by the way where'd you get these cigars?

"You're going to make yourself sick if you keep gorging." Jera commented to Blane.

"I'm fine.... I've got a big appetite and a fast matabalism. Besides I always gorge after a competition..." said Blane with ice cream as much in his mouth as it was on his face.

"whoa whoa calm down, i was just messing. I would never shoot a fellow soldier" mark said bringing his hand back up to the cigar "by the way where'd you get these cigars?


"Dont ever mess' like that i dont joke about shit like that."

he took a puff of his cigar.

" to answer your question;My uncle and his cigar company makes em special for my unit or anyone just as "special" as us."

"Ohhh and i looked at your bio but it makes no mention of your rank."

"Dont ever mess' like that i dont joke about shit like that."

he took a puff of his cigar.

" to answer your question;My uncle and his cigar company makes em special for my unit or anyone just as "special" as us."

"Ohhh and i looked at your bio but it makes no mention of your rank."
"yeah i've been meaning to get that fixed. anyway, I'm a Sergeant in the 2nd sniper team."

OOC: Just so ya know, Tim's at another table, by himself. So, uh, yeah...

IC:
Tim watched the events unfold before him with a smile, his eyes dancing.

"yeah i've been meaning to get that fixed. anyway, I'm a Sergeant in the 2nd sniper team."



"good i am a Major just got promoted 3 days ago...now i am in-charge of the whole unit......53rd special operations and recon unit bout 5,000+ men ....my head is still spinin from thinking of it .Discribe your unit for me."

Tim leaned forward. Alexis and Mark were talking about military-related stuff, something Donovann was, of course, very interested in.

"Its a 6 man sniper team consisting of 3 teams of 2. one spotter armed with an assualt rifle and 12x binoculars and one sniper. we're mainly used for taking out important people. generals, international leaders that sort of thing."

"Interessting.How long you been in the military?"

Jera listened to the technical talk, when she noticed a set of very sharp knives. Wandering over to them, she brought 5 back.

Seeing that Tim was by himself, Blane picked up the remaining ice cream and walked over to him. "Want some?" Blane said as he sat down across from Tim.

"me? it's been 10 years now, i would normally be of higher rank but i ran into some...problems..." mark replied

"Problems?"

"well lets just say a made a gunnery seargent very mad." mark said noticing jera walking back with 5 sharp knives. "have another game in mind?" he said seeming slightly interested yet scared at the thought of jera carrying sharp knives.

"Aw damnit!" he looked at jera and the knifes.

"A bit." Jera began juggling with the five knives.

Tim looked over at Blane. "No, that's alright. I don't want to throw up or anythin' if... When Jera begins some newfangled game."

Tim looked over at Blane. "No, that's alright. I don't want to throw up or anythin' if... When Jera begins some newfangled game."

"Yeh, I know what you mean... She kind of scares me - especially when she is throwing knives around." Blane responded as he looked over at Jera juggling five knives...

"I could aim them at you Blane?" Jera offered sweetly.

Tim looked suspiciously at Jera, and scooted his chair over a few inches.

"Woh! Watch wear you point those things. I don't want any part of my body cut up..." said Blane quickly as Jera had turned towards him with the knives.

"I think you have the right idea Tim," said Blane out of the corner of his mouth.

"Sargent i have one question for you.....WHY!? just...just WHY!?the knifes why!?"

"I wouldn't hit you." Jera said with a grin, as she altered the angle, so it would appear they were flying toward Tim and Blane, but weren't.

"What do you think I'm crazy. To let you throw knives at me... well thats just suicide..." said Blane as he glanced over at Tim

"um, Alexis can i shoot her now?" Mark said kiddingly as Jera pointed the knives in Blane's direction.

Suddenly Tim wondered why he thought Blane was a scaredy cat around Jera. He coughed, then moved his chair some more, wondering if Blane would do the same.

"No, to steal my towel, that is suicide." Jera commented

"No, to steal my towel, that is suicide." Jera commented

"I didn't steal it... it was just there. I already apologized and gave it back." Blane tried not to be to confrontational as he was unsure whether Jera would snap, "And don't make me bring up the incident with your gun and my head..."

mark watched carefully his hand on his gun. "if she makes a move toward him i'm gonna do it." mark theought to himself. "actually jera" mark blurted out as he stood. "to steal my towel is suicide.

mark watched carefully his hand on his gun. "if she makes a move toward him i'm gonna do it." mark theought to himself. "actually jera" mark blurted out as he stood. "to steal my towel is suicide.

Blane grinned at the comment, as Mark used her own statement against her - at the same time he wondered if it was wise to threaten such an unstable person.

Tim decided it was time to leave, but knowing Jera was unstable, and with those knives pointed at them, his will to live overpowered the will to get away.

mark watched carefully his hand on his gun. "if she makes a move toward him i'm gonna do it." mark theought to himself. "actually jera" mark blurted out as he stood. "to steal my towel is suicide.
"Fair enought." Jera giggled as she continued to juggle the knives.

mark watched carefully his hand on his gun. "if she makes a move toward him i'm gonna do it." mark theought to himself. "actually jera" mark blurted out as he stood. "to steal my towel is suicide.



"What have i told you sargent!"

"What have i told you sargent!"
ooc: Me Sargent?

"HEY you see those knives? I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY! IM TAKING HER DOWN BEFORE SHE TAKES SOMEONE ELSE DOWN!" mark screamed, his hand still across his unbuckled holster. "if she attacks i'll shoot her!" he then leaned toward alexis and whispered "don't worry, my colt is tranq rounds, its the glock you gotta worry about. hey jera! you feeling tired?" he said, with a smirk.

"HEY you see those knives? I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY! IM TAKING HER DOWN BEFORE SHE TAKES SOMEONE ELSE DOWN!" mark screamed, his hand still across his unbuckled holster. "if she attacks i'll shoot her!" he then leaned toward alexis and whispered "don't worry, my colt is tranq rounds, its the glock you gotta worry about. hey jera! you feeling tired?" he said, with a smirk.
"Have I threatened you at all?" Jera asked sweetly.

"no, but if you try anything on blane or anyone else i'll shoot you."

"Only if he want's me to." She said

"Hey everybody calm down! Now!" said Blane as he stood up, "I can't believe I am the one having to say this, but just put your weapons down..." He then muttered to himself, "How can I be the voice of reason...?"

"fine..fine.. mark said as he dropped the clip out of his colt. "there happy now?" he replied, hoping no-one would notice the tranq in the chamber.

"What about the one up the spout." Jera asked as she caught the five knives.

Blane now stared at Jera waiting for her to put the knives down...

Jera returned the knives to thier block.

"What about the one up the spout." Jera asked as she caught the five knives.
"do you want it? i'll be glad to give it to you" mark said "just tell me where"

"Very good. Now everyone take your seats again and forget about wielding your weapons. Go back to your conversations about the military or whatever..."

"What a dumbass," Blane though as again mark threatened to shoot Jera. "That man is going to get his ass killed."

Mark picked up his magazine, loaded the gun, and holstered it. he sat back down and said "now what was it you were asking me Alexis?"

"well i have asked you sooo many questions do you have any for me?"

Jera wandered into the kitchen.

"just one" mark replied "why did you decide to join the military?"

Seeing that the situation had calmed down, Blane sat down and questioned Tim, "I can't remember, were we discussing something?"

Vijay was caught between Blane's knife and his face. Vijay grabbed his hand twisted it to release the knife and pulled his arm and flipped Blane's body. Blane should kow the Vijay is 5 foot 3 inches and he is over 6 foot tall. Blane would have to couch down. After Blane was on the gound, Vijay pulled out his kukri knife and grabbed Blane's hair and then he placed the curved knife around his throat.

"Major, The next time you pull this knid of bullshit at me. I don't mind beheading you. I'm of Gorkha race and you never mess with me. My people have placed fear in the heart of the strongest person."

Vijay then put Blane's head down and placed his knife in its sheath.

Vijay was caught between Blane's knife and his face. Vijay grabbed his hand twisted it to release the knife and pulled his arm and flipped Blane's body. Blane should kow the Vijay is 5 foot 3 inches and he is over 6 foot tall. Blane would have to couch down. After Blane was on the gound, Vijay pulled out his kukri knife and grabbed Blane's hair and then he placed the curved knife around his throat.

"Major, The next time you pull this knid of bullshit at me. I don't mind beheading you. I'm of Gorkha race and you never mess with me. My people have placed fear in the heart of the strongest person."

Vijay then put Blane's head down and placed his knife in its sheath.

ooc: WOH WOH WOH! WTF just happened. I pulled know knife at all! Have you even been reading the posts or are you just making the story up in your head.

Vijay was caught between Blane's knife and his face. Vijay grabbed his hand twisted it to release the knife and pulled his arm and flipped Blane's body. Blane should kow the Vijay is 5 foot 3 inches and he is over 6 foot tall. Blane would have to couch down. After Blane was on the gound, Vijay pulled out his kukri knife and grabbed Blane's hair and then he placed the curved knife around his throat.

"Major, The next time you pull this knid of bullshit at me. I don't mind beheading you. I'm of Gorkha race and you never mess with me. My people have placed fear in the heart of the strongest person."

Vijay then put Blane's head down and placed his knife in its sheath.

ooc: umm.. dude we're WAY past that we're in the kitchens now, maybe you should read up before posting. besides, blane let go of you and walked away.

ooc: DMG i think he's talking about that HUNT incident...like 3 pages ago.

"just one" mark replied "why did you decide to join the military?"



"I was never good in school,also my familly has a long line of soldiers in the familly.....i am proud to say i am the first in my familly to join a special forces unit.Why did you join?"

ooc: umm.. dude we're WAY past that we're in the kitchens now, maybe you should read up before posting. besides, blane let go of you and walked away.

I knew that was a few pages back. I wasn't log on at that time to reply. Thanks for fillling me in on were the rest on you guys are.

ooc: DMG i think he's talking about that HUNT incident...like 3 pages ago.

ooc: yeh I realized that after I posted. But he should really keep upto date. Anyway, I think we have to cut out on the GodModding thats going on guys. You say what your character attemped to do and then the other person says what happened to their own character. There is no throwing Blane down on the ground and putting a knife to it. Besides I don't know what the hell the Ghorka race is and I am certainly not going to bow down to it as some amazing stronger race...

ooc: WOH WOH WOH! WTF just happened. I pulled know knife at all! Have you even been reading the posts or are you just making the story up in your head.


OOC: he sooo made you his little bitch in that one :p



last post good night.

ooc: yeh I realized that after I posted. But he should really keep upto date. Anyway, I think we have to cut out on the GodModding thats going on guys. You say what your character attemped to do and then the other person says what happened to their own character. There is no throwing Blane down on the ground and putting a knife to it. Besides I don't know what the hell the Ghorka race is and I am certainly not going to bow down to it as some amazing stronger race...

Well I replied to that situation. Now continue with what you were doing.

"I was never good in school,also my familly has a long line of soldiers in the familly.....i am proud to say i am the first in my familly to join a special forces unit.Why did you join?"

"i never really had a family, i never met my mother or father..i lived with my aunt. i liked hunting and always dreamed of being a soldier so when i turned 19 i joined the army."

"honestly this is starting to piss me off" mark said as he stood up and streched his arms. "it's been almost 2 days now and i've only seen Damoslav once. when the hell are we starting this thing?"

After a short while there was an explosion in the actual kitchen area, as oppose to the cafeteria where the others were.

"When Rome burns..." remarked Blane not caring to explain what it meant

After a short while there was an explosion in the actual kitchen area, as oppose to the cafeteria where the others were.

Instictively Blane jumped to his feet unholestering his gun. "What was that?" Blane inquired.

Jera wandered out, wafting a small amount of smoke away.

Blane followed Jera out to find what the source of the noise had been. Although it did not seem like a bomb, Blane had his gun in read position.

Mark quickly ducked under the desk and pulled out his Glock17 "what the hell? where's jera? JERA WHAT DID YOU DO!" mark screamed at the top of his lungs.

There was a large, smoking microwave with a busted front window.

Mark quickly ducked under the desk and pulled out his Glock17 "what the hell? where's jera? JERA WHAT DID YOU DO!" mark screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Hmph," thought Blane, "You never know - I am betting that Jera is crazy enough to be able to pull something as stupid as this - but still doubtful."

There was a large, smoking microwave with a busted front window.

"What the hell happened?"

Mark came out from under the table gun ready in hand. "ok, sorry for yelling but what happened?' he asked in a calm voice.

"I left a couple utensils in the dish I was zapping." She commented

"Well good job. Now you destroyed the microwave - anybody carry a spare mircrowave with them?" as Blane sarcastically.

"There's another one over there." She pointed to the other microwave.

"yeah i got one in my ass. lemme pull it out" mark said, playing along

"Oh, knock it off you two." Jera said, playfully smacking the two of them.

"There's another one over there." She pointed to the other microwave.

"Good - but don't break that one also."

Blane grinned at Mark's comment.

"Oh, knock it off you two." Jera said, playfully smacking the two of them.

Blane stood there as Jera playfully hit him - nobody hit him. He stood there not saying a word just looking at her with strict seriousness in his face. He did not want to say anything, but hoped she would get the message: "If you touch me when I dont want you to be, you better be trying to kill me."

"Fiesty'' mark said after jera hit him. he then looked over to blane who was staring at jera, absolutley silent. he read blanes expression. blane was pissed.

She looked at Blane's expression and said, "Grump."

She looked at Blane's expression and said, "Grump."

"Not smart."

"You're still a grump." She said

"And you are still a manipulative, psycopathic, gun toting bi-" Blane caught himself. "Nothing."

"hey jera you got anymore games we can play? it's getting boring waiting for Damoslav"

"Why thank you Blane, it's always nice to be appreciated." Jera said

"As to games, anyone know if they have a pool here?" She asked

"I think I saw one when I was jogging before - it only makes sense to have one for military training."

"Then anyone up for a pool challenge?" She asked

"sure, what did you have in mind?"

"A competency challenge." Jera replied, "Essentially, you get your hands/feet tied up, and have to try and pick up a number of objects under the time limit. You are to keep your hands/feet bound as well. There are safety measures of course."

"and these safety measures are?" mark asked, thinking about how he would swim without hus hands/feet.

"I assumed as much. However this is a very basic part of special forces training in the Dominion and I find it to mundain to participate in - sorry," said Blane

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"Both an automatic moniter and a signal to signal the swimmer." Jera replied

"what "objects" will we be trying to get and besides unbinding the rope, what objects can't we use?" mark asked

"Just your body, and you arn't suppose to try and untie yourself." Jera said, as to the objects, rings filled with sand, about the size of saucers*."

ooc: Small plates.

"ok then lets do this" mark said as he got up and searched for rope. he found it in a closet "ok got the rope" he called out

"Wrong kind, that stuff swells in water." Jera said, "Anyone who wants to participate, go get in your swim wear, I'll get the stuff, meet at the pool." She heads to her room to change, and get the gear.

ooc: Last post/night.

Mark headed back to his room and changed into his swim gear. he then proceeded to the pool. ooc:last post. night yall

"yeah i am out to.But i will be observing incase anyone gets into trouble or to see if anyone cheats.I will get some scuba gear and meet you in the pool."


Alexis did just that and then waited at the pool for everyone else.

OCC: What are are we doing now??

OCC: What are are we doing now??
ooc: A water game/competition

Jera headed to the pool, a small bag in an arm, and a one-piece suit on her body.

OOC: Is it just me, are the forums looking funny?

IC:
Tim looked at Jera with raised eyebrows. Not many women caught his eye, but Jera... He shook his head a bit, and looked around.

OOC: Is it just me, are the forums looking funny?


OCC: What do you mean. I also think something wrong with the forums, but I thought It was just my computer.

OCC: What do you mean. I also think something wrong with the forums, but I thought It was just my computer.
ooc: The site was updated, changing somethings around. That's why it looks funny.

OOC: I'ma jumpin' in. Forums have been updated: all is well. Shorts = British for long swimming trunks...ugh, I hope you understand.

Jenz walked out. He had gone for some bright orange ones: he hoped he could show the others he wasn't a total stick-in-the-mud after opting out of the games last time. He pulled his various chains off, and bundled them up in his towel for safe-keeping.

"So, how does this work?"

OOC: OK. Since everything was bare looking and stuff, I almost began trying to fix it... *gives sigh of relief*

"Like I already explained," Jera said, "The contestant gets tied up, hands/feet, and then have to recover the rings."
She shrugged, "Oh, and you arn't suppose to try and get out, it's not an escape challenge."

"Ok..." said Jenz, a little uncertainly. "Sounds fun."

"There are safety measures if you're worried." Jera commented, "Anywho, who wants to go first, or do you want me to demonstrate?"

"No, it's ok, I'll give it a shot. What do I have to do, precisely?"

He stuck his arms out, hands together, with a smile.

Jera took a nylon rope and tied Jenz's wrists together. She then bound his feet, slid a collar around his neck, and handed him a small bulb. "If you squeeze that, it'll light up, do it if you get in trouble. If your heartbeat passes a point, the one on you neck will light up."

She then tossed eight rings into the water, scatter around the pool. "Whenever you're ready, jump in."

Alexis jumped in with his scuba gear and was acting as safty officer for this "training excersise".


OOC:Guys if i am not here someone please RP my guy rescuing them alright?

He was standing barely five yards from the pool's edge, yet it took him a good minute to flop there, penguin-like. The bonds were very tight, but he daredn't complain. Finally, he fell with a splash, trying to point his shoulder down so that he could get a good kick in.

The water burned up at his eyes the moment he went under, but he had taken a good breath, and was able to thrust hard, pushing himself downwards for long enough for his vision to clear. Two of the hoops had fallen directly under him, and took but a moment's ducking about to collect them up, and the third was not much further away. The bubble stream from the corner of his mouth had slowed to a trickle.

The pool water was clear, and not heavily chlorinated - after all, he hoped they'd be able to contain themselves - and it was warmer than he'd expected, though by no means hot. He pulsed along steadily to another, fighting a tingling whisper in his chest. As before, he hooked the ring over his wrist. They were weighted, but not heavy.

This was, fortunately, an exercise he could manage fairly simply. The fifth one was a few strokes away. As the others had competed with rifles - with the same unerring accuracy - and gone on their hunt, his unease had siphoned up again. He clawed up the sixth one, fumbling for a lurching moment, and began to notice a faint drumming in his ears. He still hadn't been under long, though.

The trouble was, they clearly were all an elite. He had no object to being excluded, on one level: he hardly needed to 'buddy up' with them. But, equally, he didn't want to miss out, really. It was that same childhood feeling: hearing laughing voices outside and being unable to join their idle chatter. He didn't envy them, or worship them, but they were...ok. And he was still outside, His eyes were straining as he grasped the seventh and, having picked out the eighth, shut them up for a moment. His legs still felt strong enough, but the fists pummelled his chest harder.

As he pushed himself along, his shoulder scraping the rough floor for a second, he realized he was going to have to try his best. He couldn't compete with them in accuracy stakes - he doubted computer-programmed machines could - but he was fit enough, and when the real exercises started, holding his own would be the best option. He scrabbled around, more hurriedly, for the eighth, feeling the pressure bulging in the bridge of his nose. Besides, he remembered, he was meant to be learning, too, even making diplomatic connections. He had it, and let his body go, rushing to the surface.

His head erupted from the water, and he let himself tumble back, then rise again, before sucking cold air in. Squinting up in the light, Jera stood framed against the background, the sun sparkling off her silver hair. He paddled to the edge, and heaved the bands onto the side. He would have to try.

"How was I for time?"

"Two minutes, twenty-three seconds." Jera said, her voice echoing the fact that he'd impressed her. She pulled him out of the water and untied him. "For the way you did it, it was one of the fastest times I've seen."

ooc: Got to go, school.

He was standing barely five yards from the pool's edge, yet it took him a good minute to flop there, penguin-like. The bonds were very tight, but he daredn't complain. Finally, he fell with a splash, trying to point his shoulder down so that he could get a good kick in.

The water burned up at his eyes the moment he went under, but he had taken a good breath, and was able to thrust hard, pushing himself downwards for long enough for his vision to clear. Two of the hoops had fallen directly under him, and took but a moment's ducking about to collect them up, and the third was not much further away. The bubble stream from the corner of his mouth had slowed to a trickle.

The pool water was clear, and not heavily chlorinated - after all, he hoped they'd be able to contain themselves - and it was warmer than he'd expected, though by no means hot. He pulsed along steadily to another, fighting a tingling whisper in his chest. As before, he hooked the ring over his wrist. They were weighted, but not heavy.

This was, fortunately, an exercise he could manage fairly simply. The fifth one was a few strokes away. As the others had competed with rifles - with the same unerring accuracy - and gone on their hunt, his unease had siphoned up again. He clawed up the sixth one, fumbling for a lurching moment, and began to notice a faint drumming in his ears. He still hadn't been under long, though.

The trouble was, they clearly were all an elite. He had no object to being excluded, on one level: he hardly needed to 'buddy up' with them. But, equally, he didn't want to miss out, really. It was that same childhood feeling: hearing laughing voices outside and being unable to join their idle chatter. He didn't envy them, or worship them, but they were...ok. And he was still outside, His eyes were straining as he grasped the seventh and, having picked out the eighth, shut them up for a moment. His legs still felt strong enough, but the fists pummelled his chest harder.

As he pushed himself along, his shoulder scraping the rough floor for a second, he realized he was going to have to try his best. He couldn't compete with them in accuracy stakes - he doubted computer-programmed machines could - but he was fit enough, and when the real exercises started, holding his own would be the best option. He scrabbled around, more hurriedly, for the eighth, feeling the pressure bulging in the bridge of his nose. Besides, he remembered, he was meant to be learning, too, even making diplomatic connections. He had it, and let his body go, rushing to the surface.

His head erupted from the water, and he let himself tumble back, then rise again, before sucking cold air in. Squinting up in the light, Jera stood framed against the background, the sun sparkling off her silver hair. He paddled to the edge, and heaved the bands onto the side. He would have to try.

"How was I for time?"


Alexis came up from the water took off his air hose from his mouth and appluded."From what i saw except for the sixth one he did it perfectly Jera!"

Jenz nodded, and pulled himself from the people. Jera had walked off, but her last comment made him realize that, yet again, he'd fucked up. There was evidently some leet special-forces way to do. Oh well, he could only learn. He smiled: did he just say 'leet'?

"Thanks...Alexis, right?"

Tim chuckled. Jenz had done good, but apparently Tim would have to do better, by Jera and Alexis' standards.

Noting Jenz's appearent uncomfortableness, she review what she said, and realized where he might have thought she was talking down to him.
"Jenz's could you come over here?" She asked

Dragging himself out of the pool, the droplets tumbling off him, Jenz did his best to stand.

"Sure...could you cut the bonds first though?"

Jera untied him and brought him over to the side, out of earshot. "Sorry if it seemed I was bagging on you. There are two general methods that are used commonly, the easy way, and the hard way." She said, "You happened to take the hard way."

"Oh, ok."

Jenz ruffled his hair.

"...what's the easy way?"

"You come up for air." Jera said

"Oh."

Bugger. It hadn't really occurred to Jenz to do it that way. Still, he puffed out his chest for a moment. Then he deflated it. The others hadn't seemed keen on the exercise, so - again - he had humiliated himself for nothing.

"Ok, well thanks," he sighed.

"Anyone care to time me?" Jera asked as she returned to the side of the pool.

"Anyone care to time me?" Jera asked as she returned to the side of the pool.

"Sure, I will. Should I just throw them in at random again?"

"Ya." Jera said, as she positioned herself to get her hands/feet bound with the rope.

"Ok!" The rings sailed out - not quite as dispersed as he'd have liked - but wide enough. He hit the timer.

"You still haven't tied me up, and the time doesn't start till you hit the water." Jera commented, shaking the rope at him.

"You still haven't tied me up, and the time doesn't start till you hit the water." Jera commented, shaking the rope at him.

Tying Jera up...

"Yes, of course," said a red-faced Jenz. He made sure to pull them tightly to, but not so that she protested.

"If that's tight enough, then I'll restart the timer when you hit the water."

Jera hopped to the side of the pool, "Ready," She asked, and not waiting for a response, she flexed her legs and dove into the water.
The eight rings were scattered around the pool. Swimming in an almost dolphinic fashion, she swam to and snagged the first and second rings, one in hand, one by feet. Flipping herself vertical, she propelled herself to the surface, took a breath and went after the next set of rings. These three she grabbed, one in with the knees, the other two in the same fasion as the first two.
As she propelled herself to the surface again, she transfered the one between her knees to her hand, and snagged another mouthful of air.
The last three were more spread out, but these she could grab in her hands, and she pulled herself up and onto the side of the pool. "Time?" She asked

Jera flashed through the water, a silver dart grabbing and surfacing with impossible efficiency. She emerged, triumphant, a smug grin on her face. He checked the timer, and whistled.

"Wow. One forty-eight. Yeah, ok, you were right. You're an amazing swimmer, by the way."

"Thanks, mind untieing me?" She asked as she shook her hair.

"Sure."

He fiddled with the bonds, and let her shrug them off.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

"Not sure, how about some of you guys suggest something?" She asked

"So one fourty-eight, rats, didn't beat that pig-headed Joseph's time." She commented, mostly to herself.

She muttered something. Joseph? Colleague? Superior? Boyfriend? He shouldn't pry.

"Phew, well, I don't mind too much."

OOC: The others aren't around. Is there anything can be done?

Seeing the puzzled look on Jenz's face she commented, "Joseph presently holds all the records for this type of competition. His time for an eight ring course is one eighteen."
She looked around, "As to what else we could do, not sure at the moment."

ooc: Reason for lack of activity planned is will be gone most of tomorrow(Full day of classes)

"Oh, ok. Well, this Joseph guy must be pretty good if he can beat you."

OOC: Ah.

"He's worse than a fish, I'd swear he had gills except..." She said, leaving it for him to make what he wanted of that.

"Ok..."

Jenz shivered. It had cooled outside, and he only had trunks on.

"I'm going to go get dressed again, and then maybe see about a bite to eat. Fucking starving."

"Sure, see you in the cafe shortly." Jera commented as she headed back to her room to change. While she had nothing against changing right there, two things held her back, the somewhat prudery of the others, and she'd forgotten to bring a change of clothes, and a towel.

ooc: Last post/night

After seeing the others do their swimming contest. Vijay decided to go the the kitchen to drink his tea. He began walking and walking looking around and seeing the beauty of nature. This helped him calm down and relaxed him before he did anything stressful. After minutes of walking he made it to the kitchen. He walked into the kitchen and asked the cook if the could make his tea. The tea Vijay wanted would have to have a little spice added to it to create a good flavor. He wanted to also have biscuits to go with his tea. He asked the cook if he could deliver it to his table.

Vijay walked out picked a table outside , sat down, and removed his hat. After minutes of waiting, the cook walked out and on his hand was Vijay's tea. The tea was in a ceramic cup and saucer. The cook placed the tea on his table.

"Thank you." said Vijay to the cook.

The cook smiled and walked back to the kitchen. Vijay sat their drinking his tea and eating his biscuits. His biscuits had a butter flavor, that Vijay like when his was a home drinking with his friends and family while talking either inside or outside or watching either nature, people doing their work or inside atching TV. Now Vijay was sitting there watch people in the camp doing their work.

ooc: sorry for not being active, I was too lazy to reset password to get around jolt glitch... back now.

OOC: Okey dokey... Online, finally. You can figure that out.

OOC: Ok, well, some of us here, the forums are working...what next?

OOC: Ok, well, some of us here, the forums are working...what next?

ooc: we do whatever we want...

OOC: Noes! I have to go... So, uh, see ya later...

Master Chief Derek was very unpleased with everyone else. He was one of the best swimmers in the Force, but he hated water. He went to get dressed. He donned his special MARPAT pants, t-shirt, kevlar helmet and jacket. He loved the way the MARPAT blended in with the environment. When he finished that, he put on his midnight black LoadBearing vest, and went to his bags. He got out his SC-2000K, SS-109, Beretta .380SD, KABAR Knife, and his grenades and ammo. He decided to leave and once again, go to the shooting range. He was terribly weary of the shooting range, but he didn't want to swim. When he arrived at the range, he noticed that it was bare, nobody there. Just the cardboard targets. They were his only friends, and he destroyed them. He emptied his clips, and threw all of his grenades. He felt an unusual rush. Master Chief was normally a man of no emotion, but he was strangly smiling and laughing. He caught himself.

"I mustn't do that again. I might go soft." He muttered to himself
"I wonder if there is any food in the fridge. Maybe I can eat some of my MRE's. No. I hate those things. Hmmmm. Well, I can hunt. No. I guess I will just have to eat my MRE's." He conversed with himself.

Blane walked down the hallway whistling. "I need a beer," he said as he entered the kitchen. He pulled out two beers and sat down at the table. Kicking up his legs on the table he leaned back in his chair and opened his first beer.

Blane downed the first beer and began on the second one....

Jera arrived and spotted Blane boozing, pulling up a chair she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Wrong?" Blane was confused by the question. "Nothing is wrong, just having a beer or two."

"You sure about that, we already had one drunk, don't think the course could handle another one." She said

"Belive me - nothing is wrong. I just like beer, although this stuff isn't as good as we have in DMG. I drink it all the time and its not because of social ineptitude or because something is wrong. It just tastes good and helps me relax."

"Can't believe anyone would like it, it reeks." She commented

Looking at his bottle for a moment, "Well as I said this stuff isn't great, but back home its like sipping the nectar of the gods. If you drink it often enough like I do, you like it a lot. Of crouse there are other reasons not to like it as demonstrated by the Colonel - but that isn't a problem for me."

"If you say so," Jera said, "Never been one for drinking the run off of rotted grains myself."

"If you say so," Jera said, "Never been one for drinking the run off of rotted grains myself."

"Maybe you just haven't tried it in a whlie?"

"Last time I tried it, I was sick for a week." She replied

"Do you remember the brand - I haven't heard of any real good brands from Theao, but I might just be ignorant."

"Wasn't a local brand, had it on a mission." Jera commented, "Was a fairly reputable brand thought."

"Well, to each his own... So, anyway, how did the competition go?"

"Do you mean the swimming one?" Jera asked

"Yeh, unless you did another one without me...?"

"Nope, and I won." Jera said, "And lost."

Finished with his beer, Blane had gotten to retrieve another one from the refrigerator. Confused by Jera's statement Blane just walked over to a couch behind the table and sat down. He opened his beer and looked at Jera as if waiting for her to explain...

"You're wondering how I could win and lose when those terms are generally viewed as mutually exclusive, arn't you?" Jera said, "Well I won against Jenz, but lost against myself. So, I won and lost at once."

"And in what standard did you lose against yourself?" Blane inquired as he relaxed and took another sip of beer.

"Against my top five times for that form of the excersise." Jera replied, "Was over by three seconds from my fifth best."

"I see... not very good at all. Maybe you're out of shape..."

"More in the nature of out of practice and hadn't warmed up properly." Jera replied

"OH, the 'ole, I didn't get to warm up. I swear I would have done better, but I just didn't have time to stretch." remarked Blane as he was done to half a bottle left.

"A bit." She smirked, "So what do you feel like doing?"

"Well, I might suggest some type of competition of skills, but at my present state I am sure I wouldn't be able to perform up to my capabilities - either that or I might kill someone..." Blane said as he stood up and drained the last reminents of his bottle. "Got any id- *burp* -eas"

"I've come up with all the ideas so far, now wrack your sodden brain and come up with one of your own." Jera quipped, "Do you have ANY ideas in that booze based brain of yours?"

"Plenty!" Blane said uncontrollably, "But - uh - yeh... I probably shouldn't be them to a female. We could play a drinking game!"

"What are they, don't let the fact that I'm a female stop you from suggesting them." Jera said, "And like I said, I don't drink."

"Oh yeh, I forgot. Uh - no, I really shouldn't say them... they are the kind of things that could get me in serious trouble."

"Illegal?" She asked, "If not feel free to suggest them."

"No, not illegal at all. Just against my culture and I could be banished for mentioning them - already I have said too much," Blane ended quickly.

"Alright." Jera said, and with a warm, but slightly teasing tone, she added, "Prude."

"I am sorry - but I am forbidden."

"You're forgiven." Jera replied

"Uh, thanks. So, want a beer?" asked Blane as he walked over to the refrigerator and opened it up.

"That's the second time you've offered me a beer, and this is the third time I've told you me and alcohol don't get along." Jera said with a laugh, "I think you need to lay off the brewskies."

"Really? Hmmm, ok, I guess I have had enough." Said Blane closing the refrigerator, "But that doesn't make sense..." said Blane as he turned towards Jera and unholesterd one of his guns and began aiming it around. "I can still aim fine," he said as he swayed and his hand moved around in the air.

Jera moved up and over to him, "Put the gun away and let me put you to bed." She said

"I am fine" Blane spat as he stumbeled to the side still waiving his gun in every which direction.

"If you're fine how come you're wobbling around?" She asked, "If you go to bed, there may be a treat for you," She breathed into his ear.

Blane stood to attention, "Okay!" he said as he walked to the door and opened it.

Jera followed, a special swish to her hips. She knew what she was doing may be consider unethical by some, but she'd been trained in all weapons available, and the human body was as lethal as any. The female form had a few extra weapons, that men were perticularly vunerable to, and these she was using to some extent.

As Jera swished her hips Blane nearly melted on the spot. He allowed her out of the door first and then turned off the light and closed the door, following quickly behind her.

Jera saw her actions were working and gestured for Blane to follow.

Blane followed...

<sorry, bed>

Jera continued to lure Blane to his room.

ooc: K, will continue next time.

Tim limped in, rubbing his back and legs. He saw Blane walking a little crazily, following Jera to the room he and Blane shared. "You OK, Major?" Donovann called out, woondering if Blane had found drinks...

Jera gestured for Tim to be silent, as she twitched her hips in Blane's direction.

mark walked out of his room and noticed jera walking and blane folowing, wobbling in all directions. "is he drunk?" mark asked as he watched them head towards there room.

Jera mouthed "Yes." To Mark.