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 Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 11:15 am
Mothanius Mothanius
Air Force
Bus
Arrival((You just gotta bring back the memories don't ya? I know I'm fusing an officer's pilot school here with enlisted normal BMT, but whatever, I'm reliving my past.)) Everyone was loud. Talking loudly about where they were from, what job they wanted to get into, what they expected to happen in Boot Camp, yet none of the knew... no one ever knows. Mothanius himself didn't know. Despite growing up in a family made entirely of military members, their stories usually sounded so strange like it was a dream for them. He didn't know that now, but even after a year from boot camp, this would all seem like a dream to him too. A hardship that looked so easy to get through once you look back at it. One you would almost do again. The trees flew by, the pavement a blur of gray with yellow streaks flying by. He looked up to the sky to see two F-16Cs in the air. Undoubtedly from the Air National Guard as they were just stationed at the International Airport. He gazed at them until they disappeared into the clouds, leaving a streak of white from their contrails. What he would give to fly one of those. Or better yet, what he would give to fly an F-22, now that would be a thrill. "Like I would ever be able to do that," he mumbled to himself. "I'd probably be stuck on a heavy knowing my luck." He looked over to see his seat mate looking at him strangely. Mothanius just shook his head to shrug him off. "Just thinking to myself," he stated before looking back outside. "Just one meal at a time," he muttered this time under his breath. "One meal at a time and this will be over before you know it. Just eat really quick and as much as possible and you will do fine." ((Hell, you got THIS close to godmodding; BUT FINALLY someone who did it right. You didn't specifically talk about what the people did; just THAT they did. You can assume that other people are here, talking, you just can't do anything major with them; like talk to them. It's different to say "One of the recruits had a bright yellow shirt", then to say "A recruit in a bright yellow shirt came over and talked to me." However, I'm going to need one more post from you, just to make sure. xp )) Drill Sergeant
Military D.I's
Bus
Arrival The DI glared at the new recruit, Mothanius. His first disgraceful appearance on this bus left the DI in disgust, but fully capable of molding this hunk of clay into something useful. "ATTENTION! Soldier, forward march. I want to see entirely what you are capable of! Present your name, height, and weight soldier. Refer to yourself as 'this soldier' and not as 'I' as well." The drill sergeant barked and spat as he spoke, his blue vein trembling in the upper right corner of his forehead, almost like it was about ready to explode.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 11:56 am
((Yeah sorry... mostly reliving memories here... I really ilke how this site is run though. Let's me play just me rather than setting up a setting all the time... you do all the work. blaugh
But you make the DI so... Marine like... not Air Force like... razz I only say that because I've already been there done that.))
Mothanius
Air Force
Bus
Arrival
"Proceeding sir!" Mothanius responded quicker than he expected. It was a proper response to any DI or TI when being summoned. He locked into attention and marched towards the DI, trying to remember everything his uncle had told him a DI would want to see. He was lucky enough to have some prior knowledge as his uncle was a DI thirty years ago, and things hardly change in basic training. 'Six to the front, three to the rear... twelve inch steps... ' Mothanius repeated in his mind. 'Stare straight ahead, do not make eye contact until you start to engage in conversation...'
"Sir, this soldier's name is Mothanius, five-eight and one hundred fifty pounds," Mothanius spoke loudly and clearly once he got to a pace and a half away form the DI.
He kept his back straight, his face forward, and hid any sign of fear. The one thing he knew a DI would strike first, is any sense of fear, and if he stuttered or even broke his gaze from the DI's, the sign of fear would be relevant and the DI would pounce. Or at least, so he was told so many times before.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:07 pm
Mothanius ((Yeah sorry... mostly reliving memories here... I really ilke how this site is run though. Let's me play just me rather than setting up a setting all the time... you do all the work. blaugh But you make the DI so... Marine like... not Air Force like... razz I only say that because I've already been there done that.)) Mothanius
Air Force
Bus
Arrival "Proceeding sir!" Mothanius responded quicker than he expected. It was a proper response to any DI or TI when being summoned. He locked into attention and marched towards the DI, trying to remember everything his uncle had told him a DI would want to see. He was lucky enough to have some prior knowledge as his uncle was a DI thirty years ago, and things hardly change in basic training. 'Six to the front, three to the rear... twelve inch steps... ' Mothanius repeated in his mind. 'Stare straight ahead, do not make eye contact until you start to engage in conversation...'"Sir, this soldier's name is Mothanius, five-eight and one hundred fifty pounds," Mothanius spoke loudly and clearly once he got to a pace and a half away form the DI. He kept his back straight, his face forward, and hid any sign of fear. The one thing he knew a DI would strike first, is any sense of fear, and if he stuttered or even broke his gaze from the DI's, the sign of fear would be relevant and the DI would pounce. Or at least, so he was told so many times before. ((Haha that's alright, a lot of people do. And also, I know right? I started this guild over Christmas break as a little short, fun project. Now two weeks later it's actually doing alright. Anyways, you passed! blaugh )) Drill Sergeant
Military D.I's
Bus
Arrival
The DI let a small smirk grow over his face as he heard the recruits answer. "Really, I didn't know they stacked s**t that high. Your a heavy piece of s**t too! The smell seems to be in order. Go ahead and sit back down and get ready to get in line later, soldier."The DI turned abruptly, and regained his casual pacing up and down the bus. Hopefully the recruit knew that all of this was just a part of training.
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 2:11 pm
Suicidesoldier#1 Sheriff Dustin Suicidesoldier#1 Sheriff Dustin Suicidesoldier#1 Sheriff Dustin Adrian camachi Air Force Bus Arrival Adrian is sitting in the 3rd row of the bus looking out the window, excited for basic training. He is joining the Air Force which he has been looking forward to for his entire life. As the bus makes one final turn Adrian looks out the window and watch a Hercules lift off at the base. He notices 6 commanding officers come out of the main recruitment building. As the bus stops Adrian flies forward and hits his head against the seat in front of him. "Ow. Dang I need to be more attentive on these buses." Adrian stands up and walks into the aisle of the bus. "Well here is my first step into the first day of being a soldier in the air force." As Adrian starts walking a commanding officer walks on board. "Sit down recruit your not to get off this bus yet. I have a few announcements." The officer said while saluting. "Yes, Sir" Adrian Salutes and sits down and starts listening. ((Great writing, good sentence structure, good spelling. A couple of problems though- You god modded. You invented six commanding officers, you controlled the bus to turn, you controlled a commanding officer, you basically did a lot of things wrong. Read the AMP and please make another post. Actually that's not a god mod. When you are rping without interacting with others, then that is not god modding, if I was interacting with other people's accounts, then yes that is god modding. But in this case it is not. (( You CREATED six characters- that's godmodding. You stopped the Bus- I control the bus. It is goddmodding. Also, I'd like you to designate non-roleplay speak in brackets such as (( )), ( ), [ ], or { }. )) ((Since you never said you control the bus, All I said was that as the bus turned. Saying adrian saw 6 officers is not god modding. A person can create multiple charecters in a role-play. They jst have to be able to control those charecters to interact with theirs and others. Also you did say act like you are on you way to the base on the bus, and arriving to the base and show what happened when the bus stopped.)) ((Okay then, I just "Randomly" saw your house get bombed by an F-16. rolleyes It may not be godmodding to you, but this is my guild, and to me it's godmodding. Please go read the AMP and make a second post. )) ((Those 6 officers were not being controlled by anyone so I was in the right, Feeling the bus turn is not god modding as you never said you were controlling the bus, you only said to act like you are on your way to the base (Being on the way to any base involves turns. and then a stop. so those were givens) You gave us little to work with and we had to continue on what happened. Other people also did the same thing as me and yet you passed them right away. Also I have an urgent message I need you to pm me to get as it concerns you.)) ((Here is my second post.)) Adrian is sitting in the 3rd row of the bus looking out the window, excited for basic training. He is joining the Air Force which he has been looking forward to for his entire life. Adrian looks out the window and watch a Hercules lift off at the base. As the bus stops Adrian flies forward and hits his head against the seat in front of him. "Ow. Dang I need to be more attentive on these buses." Adrian stands up and walks into the aisle of the bus. "Well here is my first step into the first day of being a soldier in the air force." Adrian starts marching forward off the bus and takes in one big breath of fresh air. At that point the gun he had on him fell onto the ground and shot hitting Adrian's leg. " s**t, Hope no one realizes that was my gun." Adrian thought to himself as he quickly goes down and picks the gun up and places it in his pocket. He starts linping to the first aid stand. "s**t this hurts. I should of asked for help."
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 2:44 pm
Matt Carver
Marines
Bus
Arrival
The bus ride was surprisingly quiet. Nobody spoke, they just kept their eyes straight forward or looking out their windows. Whether it was from fear or excitment. Matt was guessing it was fear. He'd heard stories about the way Drill Intructors were, especially the Marine DI's. Getting right in your face, yelling, screaming, all sorts of things. But that wasn't enough to get Matt to quit. He wasn't afraid. He sat in his seat, staring out the window as everything went by in one blur. The ride was quite an experiance. It was worse than the spontaneous jolts and shakes his fifth grade bus driver made while driving. The bus lurched every which way, seeming to be going in no particular direction. How they were going to end up in their destined location in one piece was something to give everyone on the bus to think about.
Matt mentally sighed to himself. He'd just have to wait and see where they ended up when the bus stopped.
Matt wanted to join the Marines to be a sniper. He'd always been a good shot, so he wanted to see how far he could take it. Plus his grandfather and great grandfather had been in the military before him which made him want to live up to their expectations and do the best he could do. So now, Matt just had to wait.
((Don't know how that turned out. Got a feeling I might have to redo it though. sweatdrop Well, I tried.))
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 3:15 pm
Sheriff Dustin Suicidesoldier#1 Sheriff Dustin Suicidesoldier#1 Sheriff Dustin Actually that's not a god mod. When you are rping without interacting with others, then that is not god modding, if I was interacting with other people's accounts, then yes that is god modding. But in this case it is not. (( You CREATED six characters- that's godmodding. You stopped the Bus- I control the bus. It is goddmodding. Also, I'd like you to designate non-roleplay speak in brackets such as (( )), ( ), [ ], or { }. )) ((Since you never said you control the bus, All I said was that as the bus turned. Saying adrian saw 6 officers is not god modding. A person can create multiple charecters in a role-play. They jst have to be able to control those charecters to interact with theirs and others. Also you did say act like you are on you way to the base on the bus, and arriving to the base and show what happened when the bus stopped.)) ((Okay then, I just "Randomly" saw your house get bombed by an F-16. rolleyes It may not be godmodding to you, but this is my guild, and to me it's godmodding. Please go read the AMP and make a second post. )) ((Those 6 officers were not being controlled by anyone so I was in the right, Feeling the bus turn is not god modding as you never said you were controlling the bus, you only said to act like you are on your way to the base (Being on the way to any base involves turns. and then a stop. so those were givens) You gave us little to work with and we had to continue on what happened. Other people also did the same thing as me and yet you passed them right away. Also I have an urgent message I need you to pm me to get as it concerns you.)) ((Here is my second post.)) Adrian is sitting in the 3rd row of the bus looking out the window, excited for basic training. He is joining the Air Force which he has been looking forward to for his entire life. Adrian looks out the window and watch a Hercules lift off at the base. As the bus stops Adrian flies forward and hits his head against the seat in front of him. "Ow. Dang I need to be more attentive on these buses." Adrian stands up and walks into the aisle of the bus. "Well here is my first step into the first day of being a soldier in the air force." Adrian starts marching forward off the bus and takes in one big breath of fresh air. At that point the gun he had on him fell onto the ground and shot hitting Adrian's leg. " s**t, Hope no one realizes that was my gun." Adrian thought to himself as he quickly goes down and picks the gun up and places it in his pocket. He starts linping to the first aid stand. "s**t this hurts. I should of asked for help." (( O_o Go here. Obviously your not getting what I'm trying to tell you. -_- ))
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 3:18 pm
Apocalypse Soldier Matt Carver
Marines
Bus
ArrivalThe bus ride was surprisingly quiet. Nobody spoke, they just kept their eyes straight forward or looking out their windows. Whether it was from fear or excitment. Matt was guessing it was fear. He'd heard stories about the way Drill Intructors were, especially the Marine DI's. Getting right in your face, yelling, screaming, all sorts of things. But that wasn't enough to get Matt to quit. He wasn't afraid. He sat in his seat, staring out the window as everything went by in one blur. The ride was quite an experiance. It was worse than the spontaneous jolts and shakes his fifth grade bus driver made while driving. The bus lurched every which way, seeming to be going in no particular direction. How they were going to end up in their destined location in one piece was something to give everyone on the bus to think about. Matt mentally sighed to himself. He'd just have to wait and see where they ended up when the bus stopped. Matt wanted to join the Marines to be a sniper. He'd always been a good shot, so he wanted to see how far he could take it. Plus his grandfather and great grandfather had been in the military before him which made him want to live up to their expectations and do the best he could do. So now, Matt just had to wait. ((Don't know how that turned out. Got a feeling I might have to redo it though. sweatdrop Well, I tried.)) ((Awesome job! You roleplayed a lot without interacting with other people, your spelling, grammar, and sentence structure was all nice, and you over-all did a nice job. Congratulations, you passed! Also, to sign up for being a Marine Sniper, you'll have to go here. I suppose if I made you go through marksmen training that it would be a little redundant. whee ))
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 5:16 pm
Suicidesoldier#1 Apocalypse Soldier Matt Carver
Marines
Bus
ArrivalThe bus ride was surprisingly quiet. Nobody spoke, they just kept their eyes straight forward or looking out their windows. Whether it was from fear or excitment. Matt was guessing it was fear. He'd heard stories about the way Drill Intructors were, especially the Marine DI's. Getting right in your face, yelling, screaming, all sorts of things. But that wasn't enough to get Matt to quit. He wasn't afraid. He sat in his seat, staring out the window as everything went by in one blur. The ride was quite an experiance. It was worse than the spontaneous jolts and shakes his fifth grade bus driver made while driving. The bus lurched every which way, seeming to be going in no particular direction. How they were going to end up in their destined location in one piece was something to give everyone on the bus to think about. Matt mentally sighed to himself. He'd just have to wait and see where they ended up when the bus stopped. Matt wanted to join the Marines to be a sniper. He'd always been a good shot, so he wanted to see how far he could take it. Plus his grandfather and great grandfather had been in the military before him which made him want to live up to their expectations and do the best he could do. So now, Matt just had to wait. ((Don't know how that turned out. Got a feeling I might have to redo it though. sweatdrop Well, I tried.)) ((Awesome job! You roleplayed a lot without interacting with other people, your spelling, grammar, and sentence structure was all nice, and you over-all did a nice job. Congratulations, you passed! Also, to sign up for being a Marine Sniper, you'll have to go here. I suppose if I made you go through marksmen training that it would be a little redundant. whee )) (( eek Really...? Wow. Wasn't expecting that. Thanks I guess. Okay then. I think I might want to go through marksmen training anyway for fun. So, Marine Sniper sign-up is next?))
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2010 10:19 pm
Suicidesoldier#1 Sheriff Dustin Suicidesoldier#1 Sheriff Dustin Suicidesoldier#1 Sheriff Dustin Actually that's not a god mod. When you are rping without interacting with others, then that is not god modding, if I was interacting with other people's accounts, then yes that is god modding. But in this case it is not. (( You CREATED six characters- that's godmodding. You stopped the Bus- I control the bus. It is goddmodding. Also, I'd like you to designate non-roleplay speak in brackets such as (( )), ( ), [ ], or { }. )) ((Since you never said you control the bus, All I said was that as the bus turned. Saying adrian saw 6 officers is not god modding. A person can create multiple charecters in a role-play. They jst have to be able to control those charecters to interact with theirs and others. Also you did say act like you are on you way to the base on the bus, and arriving to the base and show what happened when the bus stopped.)) ((Okay then, I just "Randomly" saw your house get bombed by an F-16. rolleyes It may not be godmodding to you, but this is my guild, and to me it's godmodding. Please go read the AMP and make a second post. )) ((Those 6 officers were not being controlled by anyone so I was in the right, Feeling the bus turn is not god modding as you never said you were controlling the bus, you only said to act like you are on your way to the base (Being on the way to any base involves turns. and then a stop. so those were givens) You gave us little to work with and we had to continue on what happened. Other people also did the same thing as me and yet you passed them right away. Also I have an urgent message I need you to pm me to get as it concerns you.)) ((Here is my second post.)) Adrian is sitting in the 3rd row of the bus looking out the window, excited for basic training. He is joining the Air Force which he has been looking forward to for his entire life. Adrian looks out the window and watch a Hercules lift off at the base. As the bus stops Adrian flies forward and hits his head against the seat in front of him. "Ow. Dang I need to be more attentive on these buses." Adrian stands up and walks into the aisle of the bus. "Well here is my first step into the first day of being a soldier in the air force." Adrian starts marching forward off the bus and takes in one big breath of fresh air. At that point the gun he had on him fell onto the ground and shot hitting Adrian's leg. " s**t, Hope no one realizes that was my gun." Adrian thought to himself as he quickly goes down and picks the gun up and places it in his pocket. He starts linping to the first aid stand. "s**t this hurts. I should of asked for help." (( O_o Go here. Obviously your not getting what I'm trying to tell you. -_- )) ((would you two knock it off a bit...))
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 7:42 am
As the bus trundled on towards its destination, it was all too easy for him to tune out the pathetic attempts at conversation made by the other recruits, to just block it all out. The voices seemed to pass over him like water, just because they were there it didn’t mean he needed to drink them in. He sat in his seat by the window, his heavy ALICE frame pack on the seat beside him, a barrier between him and the other people on the bus. He didn’t know their names. He didn’t want to know their names. It was easier when you didn’t care. It meant that their memory didn’t haunt you when they died – which they inevitably did. His head rested against the window, the vibrations of the ever-moving bus massaging his skull.
He was garbed in an old, worn desert camouflage uniform, the collars and shoulders complete with a veritable menagerie of unit patches and old combat decorations, each as faded and worn as the last. Some of the unit affiliations were notorious and well-known, such as the UGMF and the USCMC, others, such as Weyland-Yutani Corporation’s elite Containment Team were harder to make out. His wide-brimmed slouch hat was currently set over his face, disguising it from view. The left part of the brim was tilted up, pinned in place by a badge that would have been visible were it not pressed against the window.
His scarred and tanned arms were bare, as the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up. Those arms were folded over his chest, the scarred flesh there also visible, since the shirt was unbuttoned. Barely visible under the rolled up sleeves of his shirt, the ‘Australian Made’ logo was tattooed to his right arm, the green and gold ink that decorated his body made plain his country of origin. Poking up from underneath the hat was a large grass-blade of wheat, presumably the stem rested in between his lips. He was slouched way back in his seat, his knees resting at about shoulder level on the back of the seat in front of him.
Were it not for the fact that a pair of thin, black wires descended from under his hat and into the left pocket of his combat trousers, his seemingly catatonic state might have been put down to sleep. Instead, he was listening to some music. He found that it helped him to take his mind away from both present and past, thrusting him into a world where nothing existed but a tapestry of melody, beat and lyrics. Currently, the beat was slow, the melody mournful and the lyrics even more so. He was listening to ‘In the End’ by Linkin Park, and it was sad. It reminded him of the times he had failed those around him, of the mistake of caring for the soldiers that inevitably fell and died around him – trying to save him, or too late for him to save.
He reached down with a gloved hand, and pressed the ‘skip’ button, switching to another song. ‘Numb’. If it weren’t for the fact his eyes were closed, he would have glared down at the shiny black device in his pocket. Whenever he put the damn thing on shuffle, it always played these games with him. He decided to just give up and run with it, letting the lyrics tell the story of his life, and the pain that had gripped him for years flow through him, causing his teeth to grit, crushing the stem of the plant he’d been thoughtfully chewing on. His expression became mournful, and he was glad no-one could see it. He wasn’t going to show any weakness if he could help it.
He didn’t think about the basic training, or about what it held in store. He had been through so many training programs and regimes in the past the memories of them all seemed to blur together. He’d learned the lessons by heart, his body was already at its peak, and he didn’t have anything left that the harsh DI’s could break. His heart had already been broken, his soul withered to nothing. All that remained was his iron will, the dogged refusal to give up and die. It was all he had, and nothing in this world or any other was going to take it from him. If they tried, he would simply stab the individual in question.
As the bus ground to a halt, he let his hand switch off the MP3 player, grudgingly letting the strained melody of ‘Papercut’ fade into nothingness, the music replaced with the scrape of feet against metal as the rest of the recruits got up and began to file out of the bus, their packs in hand. He sat and waited for them to disembark, before finally rising to a standing position, his right hand wrapping around the carrying straps of his heavy patrol pack. Muscles bulged and veins became more prominent and he smoothly side-stepped into the bus’s aisle, his arm sweeping out and flipping the pack onto his back as he did so. The weight was almost comforting.
He reached up for the baggage-rack that rested above his head and withdrew a large duffel bag, which from the slight exhalation of breath was apparently quite heavy. His gear in hand, he walked to the front of the bus and stepped out into the daylight, the brim of his hat obscuring everything farther than a meter in front of him – fortunately, it also shaded his eyes from the harsh glare of daylight. He raised his right hand to the brim of his hat, and tilted it upwards slightly, revealing a large, burly Drill Instructor standing right in front of him. It barked out some orders to him, demanding that he give his name and some other details. The only reaction that the man got in return was a slightly raised eyebrow and a nod in the direction of the paperclip sitting on the nearby bench.
He had communicated the message wordlessly, but it was clear. ‘Look it up yourself.’ The file they had on him, no doubt contained within that paperclip or another like it, contained all the relevant information. It would have told the DI that his name was Sam Dunn, that he was 28 years old. It would have told him that the man was a survivor of more battles than most retired veterans could boast, and that he was 5’11” tall and weighed in at 73 kilograms. Perhaps most importantly, it would have told the Drill Instructor that Sam Dunn was mute – he had not spoken since he had appeared on the Minoka border about a month ago, half-starved and clutching a pair of dog-tags in a white-knuckled deathgrip.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 9:19 pm
(( i say you pass, with a 64 bit Rainbow...)
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 10:38 pm
Archer_Jack Suicidesoldier#1 Sheriff Dustin Suicidesoldier#1 Sheriff Dustin ((Since you never said you control the bus, All I said was that as the bus turned. Saying adrian saw 6 officers is not god modding. A person can create multiple charecters in a role-play. They jst have to be able to control those charecters to interact with theirs and others. Also you did say act like you are on you way to the base on the bus, and arriving to the base and show what happened when the bus stopped.)) ((Okay then, I just "Randomly" saw your house get bombed by an F-16. rolleyes It may not be godmodding to you, but this is my guild, and to me it's godmodding. Please go read the AMP and make a second post. )) ((Those 6 officers were not being controlled by anyone so I was in the right, Feeling the bus turn is not god modding as you never said you were controlling the bus, you only said to act like you are on your way to the base (Being on the way to any base involves turns. and then a stop. so those were givens) You gave us little to work with and we had to continue on what happened. Other people also did the same thing as me and yet you passed them right away. Also I have an urgent message I need you to pm me to get as it concerns you.)) ((Here is my second post.)) Adrian is sitting in the 3rd row of the bus looking out the window, excited for basic training. He is joining the Air Force which he has been looking forward to for his entire life. Adrian looks out the window and watch a Hercules lift off at the base. As the bus stops Adrian flies forward and hits his head against the seat in front of him. "Ow. Dang I need to be more attentive on these buses." Adrian stands up and walks into the aisle of the bus. "Well here is my first step into the first day of being a soldier in the air force." Adrian starts marching forward off the bus and takes in one big breath of fresh air. At that point the gun he had on him fell onto the ground and shot hitting Adrian's leg. " s**t, Hope no one realizes that was my gun." Adrian thought to himself as he quickly goes down and picks the gun up and places it in his pocket. He starts linping to the first aid stand. "s**t this hurts. I should of asked for help." (( O_o Go here. Obviously your not getting what I'm trying to tell you. -_- )) ((would you two knock it off a bit...)) (( O_o ))
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2010 9:35 pm
Suicidesoldier#1 Archer_Jack Suicidesoldier#1 Sheriff Dustin Suicidesoldier#1 Sheriff Dustin ((Since you never said you control the bus, All I said was that as the bus turned. Saying adrian saw 6 officers is not god modding. A person can create multiple charecters in a role-play. They jst have to be able to control those charecters to interact with theirs and others. Also you did say act like you are on you way to the base on the bus, and arriving to the base and show what happened when the bus stopped.)) ((Okay then, I just "Randomly" saw your house get bombed by an F-16. rolleyes It may not be godmodding to you, but this is my guild, and to me it's godmodding. Please go read the AMP and make a second post. )) ((Those 6 officers were not being controlled by anyone so I was in the right, Feeling the bus turn is not god modding as you never said you were controlling the bus, you only said to act like you are on your way to the base (Being on the way to any base involves turns. and then a stop. so those were givens) You gave us little to work with and we had to continue on what happened. Other people also did the same thing as me and yet you passed them right away. Also I have an urgent message I need you to pm me to get as it concerns you.)) ((Here is my second post.)) Adrian is sitting in the 3rd row of the bus looking out the window, excited for basic training. He is joining the Air Force which he has been looking forward to for his entire life. Adrian looks out the window and watch a Hercules lift off at the base. As the bus stops Adrian flies forward and hits his head against the seat in front of him. "Ow. Dang I need to be more attentive on these buses." Adrian stands up and walks into the aisle of the bus. "Well here is my first step into the first day of being a soldier in the air force." Adrian starts marching forward off the bus and takes in one big breath of fresh air. At that point the gun he had on him fell onto the ground and shot hitting Adrian's leg. " s**t, Hope no one realizes that was my gun." Adrian thought to himself as he quickly goes down and picks the gun up and places it in his pocket. He starts linping to the first aid stand. "s**t this hurts. I should of asked for help." (( O_o Go here. Obviously your not getting what I'm trying to tell you. -_- )) ((would you two knock it off a bit...)) (( O_o )) (( O_o ))
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 5:43 am
Lord Tai Suicidesoldier#1 Archer_Jack Suicidesoldier#1 Sheriff Dustin ((Those 6 officers were not being controlled by anyone so I was in the right, Feeling the bus turn is not god modding as you never said you were controlling the bus, you only said to act like you are on your way to the base (Being on the way to any base involves turns. and then a stop. so those were givens) You gave us little to work with and we had to continue on what happened. Other people also did the same thing as me and yet you passed them right away. Also I have an urgent message I need you to pm me to get as it concerns you.)) ((Here is my second post.)) (( O_o Go here. Obviously your not getting what I'm trying to tell you. -_- )) ((would you two knock it off a bit...)) (( O_o )) (( O_o )) (what are you two uglies lookin at? do i got a zergling on my head?))
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:02 am
En'K'Haral
Socom
Bus
Arrival
The bus ride was rather loud and jostled violently, however En'K'Haral managed to sleep through it regardless of all of this in the back of the bus. He had come here to join the army special forces and become an explosives expert for the special forces. He always liked using and watching things that go boom. En'K'Haral woke up just before the bus came to a stop. He stood up yawning and stretching and walked towards the front of the bus ready to embark on his training.
((Well that took me considerably longer then normal hope its good))
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