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 Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 6:40 pm
Roleplay Name: Jack
Branch- Army
Location: Bus
Objective: Arrival
The bus was quite disgusting, with mud and trash littering the floor which occasionally jumped off the floor and onto his clothes, but Jack didn't complain. He wasn't one to speak, so he didn't say a word unless he had to. He wished to join the army to become a part of history, and show he had a role in life. He had a black jacket on, and had his hood over his face, covering his eyes. The bus then stopped, and he knew it was where he was suppose to leave.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 6:55 pm
Drill Sergeant
Military D.I's
Bus
Arrival
The DI glared at the new recruit,Jack. The recruits first display of action has been all but graceful, but DI 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: Fri Jan 22, 2010 7:12 pm
Roleplay Name: Jack
Branch- Army
Location: Bus
Objective: Introduction
"This soldier is Jack Mirt, six foot-four, and is a hundred and eighty two pounds, sir." he said blankly, not showing any emotions in his words. He expected poor treatment, and accepted it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 8:37 pm
Drill Sergeant
Military D.I's
Bus
Arrival
The bus slowly rolled to a stop, the brakes loudly pressing against the tires, creating a large creaking sound of steel, rubber, and concrete colliding. Finally the bus stopped, and the large front doors swung open, each one swinging to their corresponding side, opening to the concrete below, through a long staircase. "Really? I didn't know that they stacked s**t that high. Your a heavy piece of s**t aren't you? The Smell is in order. Why don't you go and get in line with all the pieces of s**t outside. " The drill sergeant began pacing to the end of the bus, unsatisfied with the recruit, and checking to see if anyone was left. .
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 8:39 pm
Zeraal En'K'Haral
Socom
Bus
ArrivalThe 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)) ((Cool, except Socom, is not a branch; if you want to be a Special Forces unit, specifically, you can be Army Special Forces. Also, post more! blaugh )) Drill Sergeant
Military D.I's
Bus
Arrival
The DI glared at the new recruit, En'K'Haral, a menacing glow of hate pouring out of his body. The recruits first display of action had been hellish, but DI fully capable of molding this hunk of s**t into something useful, and that didn't smell so bad.. "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 wel- God damn it soldier are you GAY?!" The drill sergeant barked and spat as he spoke, a blue vein trembling in the upper right corner of his forehead, almost like it was about ready to explode and gush torrents of blood all over the new recruit, mercilessly.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 8:47 pm
Roleplay Name: Jack
Branch- Army
Location: Bus
Objective: Introduction
Jack nodded and silently roamed the area looking for the line the sergeant spoke of. FInding it successfully, he stood at the end of the line and waited for what was to happen next. His hood still covered his eyes, and he liked it like that.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:00 pm
((Roleplay a lot, please. whee ))
Drill Sergeant
Military D.I's
Bus
Arrival
The DI stepped off the bus, being sure that it was clear. He stared at the group quietly, making sure that each one was in a nice neat line before he started speaking.
"Trash, filth, garbage, scum, slime; your beneath all of those things. Your beneath the dirt, and rocks, and mud; you live underground. You’re not worthy of the lowest pits of hell! Your pathetic, and a poor excuse for the less than worthless entity you've unknowingly disgraced yourself as. You don’t even know what you are! You’re a maggot.
lllllllllllMaggots are the less than worthless rotting carcasses that inhabit the earth. You maggots are like a plague, a growing epidemic. Where every spec of life begins to grow you crawl there and fester, sucking up every natural resource until the area is transformed into an infertile decaying cesspool. You can’t even attack something head on; forming a parasite underground you have to destroy the roots, devouring what is set out to be the rightful food of the land creatures. Dogs, rats, roaches, even trash are all above you; at least trash possess some form of neutrality and exists above the ground. Your a horrific abomination, not worthy of the title ‘creature’, and do nothing but infest, and spread disease. Your are less than worthless.
lllllllllll You know the only useful thing a maggot does? It Dies, and turns into fertilizer, so that it may be some use to the world. You know what that means? The only useful maggot is a dead maggot. You know what dogs like me do when they see a maggot come above the surface, not worthy of the air? We kill it, and let it’s dead carcass rot and actually turn into some use…
lllllllllllSo if I’m nothing but a dog… then you’re nothing but dog food.
lllllllllll Your less than useless abhorrent attempt at an existence can almost merely be defined of no worth. You can’t even pretend to convince yourself that you feel important; you have a deep insecurity dwelling inside you that can only be answered by one call; maybe your not meant to be of this world. Maybe the fact that God doesn’t do good things to you isn’t because he doesn’t exist; maybe he just doesn’t like you. You teach yourself to be arrogant to avoid the inevitable feeling that your not just ignored by the most welcoming being in all of the universe; your rejected! The recognition of your waste of carbon is known even to you, where you endlessly and relentlessly try to prove this to yourself, falsely, in an attempt for some meaning in your life. There is none, however."
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:04 pm
Roleplay Name: Jack
Branch- Army
Location: Bus
Objective: Introduction
After the DI's speech, Jack didn't dare yawn, not in boredom but tiredness. So he held it in and waited for more words to come from his foul mouth until someone cracks. He wanted to attack him so very badly, but decided against it, knowing he would probably be beaten by everyone else there. So he just stood where he was and sighed within his mind.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:11 pm
(( Congratulations, you passed. You've made no mistakes in the past few posts, so yay! blaugh ))
Drill Sergeant
Military D.I's
Bus
Arrival
The DI coughed, and straightened his back, hopeful that the message had gone through. Regardless, it was still an intimidation attempt, and he could see the anger in some of the recruits eyes- the anger, which meant fear. Fear at confusion and lack of confidence- fear and depression transcended into anger becuase it was a base self defense mechanism meant to preserve any form of self worth. Anger, chemically, is serotonin, adrenaline, and a lack of dopamine. Fear, is serotonin, adrenaline, and an increase of dopamine. The difference between the two was dopamine- or happiness. To him, anger and fear all meant the same thing, and were practically the same thing- weakness. The difference between the two was how excited you were. His point had been made, and he had learned enough about the recruits. It was time for them to move on.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:19 pm
(( Register in the Army, sign up for a battleground, possibly sign up for marksmen/sniper/Socom training, and in a little while there will Branch Specific 'battlegrounds' which are used for training and whatnot. blaugh ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:22 pm
(( aight, I'll do it later, got stuff to do here on Gaia, other RPs and friends, plus I got a new sig.))
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 9:23 pm
Ark-anios (( aight, I'll do it later, got stuff to do here on Gaia, other RPs and friends, plus I got a new sig.)) (( lol nice. So do you play world of warcraft then blaugh ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 10:18 am
Roleplay Name: Tai
Branch: Army
Location: Bus
Objective: Arrival
As the bus roared down the road toward its destination, carrying its burden of passengers along with it, one particular individual became increasingly bored. Tai, a recruit among the many that were packed into the vehicle, removed his decorative officer's cap, which he recieved during his last venture into military service, and began scrubbing at the metal insignia that it bore with his sleeve. Satisfied that the emblem was as shiny as it was going to get, he replaced it on his head, pausing to see if it was straight or not before checking other areas of his person.
He noted a loose screw in his mechanical arm, which seemed to have been shaken from its place by the vibration of the bus. Taking a quick glance over the rest of the arm, he found only two other screws that had started to come out of place. Mentally noting their positions, he withdrew a small flat-head screw-driver from within the shirt pocket that lie beneath an array of medals and began tightening them again.
As the bus began to slow, he slipped the screw-driver back into his pocket and patiently waited for the order to move.
(I hope this is okay. Please let me know if there is anything that needs to be fixed.)
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Prussian Imperial Guard Crew
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 10:38 am
Suicidesoldier#1 ((Cool, except Socom, is not a branch; if you want to be a Special Forces unit, specifically, you can be Army Special Forces. Also, post more! blaugh )) Drill Sergeant
Military D.I's
Bus
Arrival
The DI glared at the new recruit, En'K'Haral, a menacing glow of hate pouring out of his body. The recruits first display of action had been hellish, but DI fully capable of molding this hunk of s**t into something useful, and that didn't smell so bad.. "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 wel- God damn it soldier are you GAY?!" The drill sergeant barked and spat as he spoke, a blue vein trembling in the upper right corner of his forehead, almost like it was about ready to explode and gush torrents of blood all over the new recruit, mercilessly.
Army Special Forces
Bus
ArrivalEn'K'Haral had been enjoying his last momentss of free thought and action. When the DI had yelled at him he snapped to attention and marched forward, the action was sloppy and he new he would quickly regret it. He shouted his response but looked straight through the DI as if he wasn't there. "Sir! This soldier's name is En'K'Haral. This soldier is five feet elevan inchs in height. This soldier is one hundred-sixty-one pounds sir!
Sir! I am not gay sir!"s**t!Was his first thought as he caught the mistake only after he had said it. En'K'Haral stood there sweating and wondering what he had just earned himself. ((I apologize if this is not enough. Plus I am confused so I need to put Army special forces instead of Socom correct? Also the name is pronounced En-Ka-Harall))
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