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 Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 7:20 pm
((Repost in accordance with the front page and the amp. whee ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 2:38 pm
Lance Nightingale
recruit
bus
arrival
Lance decided against all logic that he would speak up he was tired of people telling him he was fat, well the D.I. was the last straw and against better decision he stepped out of line "sir this solder would like to inform you that his weight is not from fat but muscle , this solder is physically fit and ready for duty sir!" he said his heart racing reminding him that he had done what most were afraid and had the common sense not to do ,talk back to a commanding officer. he felt so stupid that he wanted to slap himself in the face but knew that if he moved unnecessarily it could only make it worse
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 5:52 pm
Lance Asguard Lance Nightingale recruit bus arrival Lance decided against all logic that he would speak up he was tired of people telling him he was fat, well the D.I. was the last straw and against better decision he stepped out of line "sir this solder would like to inform you that his weight is not from fat but muscle , this solder is physically fit and ready for duty sir!" he said his heart racing reminding him that he had done what most were afraid and had the common sense not to do ,talk back to a commanding officer. he felt so stupid that he wanted to slap himself in the face but knew that if he moved unnecessarily it could only make it worse
Drill Sergeant
Military D.I's
Bus
ArrivalThe DI raised an eyebrow at the idiotic response. Not only was it idiotic, but it was out of place and unrequested as well. The DI had been given no chance to reprimand the recruit. "Okay, you piece of s**t. We've already determined your height and weight and now we're trying to determine your intelligence- and obviously, your as dumb as s**t. Which I suppose I expected, sense your made out of s**t. First of all, your pointless, stupid, idiotic outbreak has absolutely no meaning- heavy doesn't mean fat? Well I'll be damned. I wonder then why my BMI, or for your s**t-brain, Body Mass Index, shows that I am way overweight, but not fat. I wonder why the hell that is? Maybe, just maybe, in the Military We're looking for big, strong people, who tend to way more than other people; as big strong people tend to do. If you used that thick skull of yours that's supposed to house a brain, maybe you would realize that. Now you piece of s**t, if you step outside again I'm going to have reprimand you. So get in line!" 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: Tue Jan 26, 2010 7:07 pm
Lance Nightingale
recruit
bus
arrival
Lance was shocked at the rant the length of the rant and a look of coldness overtook his face and he stepped back in line and stomped on his own foot because he could not believe how stupid he was to step out of line and not ask permission to talk. he had learned his first lesson at B.T. ,it was to never assume anything ,ever, assuming got people killed. Lance's father had died because his CO assumed there were no snipers in a city ,he would not make the same mistake twice he was sure of it.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:14 pm
Lance Asguard Lance Nightingale
recruit
bus
arrival Lance was shocked at the rant the length of the rant and a look of coldness overtook his face and he stepped back in line and stomped on his own foot because he could not believe how stupid he was to step out of line and not ask permission to talk. he had learned his first lesson at B.T. ,it was to never assume anything ,ever, assuming got people killed. Lance's father had died because his CO assumed there were no snipers in a city ,he would not make the same mistake twice he was sure of it. (( I think you've posted enough. Congratulations, you passed! blaugh ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:32 pm
{{wohooo *dances*... so i report to the army slot?}} xd
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:45 pm
Lance Asguard {{wohooo *dances*... so i report to the army slot?}} xd ((Yes. And you could join my squad, if you wanted to. ninja ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 9:35 pm
Suicidesoldier#1 Lance Asguard {{wohooo *dances*... so i report to the army slot?}} xd ((Yes. And you could join my squad, if you wanted to. ninja )) [[sure can do]]
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 10:56 pm
(( Heyy...no green beret here? ))
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 4:36 pm
((Hey, please put brackets around your posts like I just edited your post by, and also don't post asking questions in here. Just FYI- Army Special Forces. ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2010 9:11 am
Roleplay Name- Jenn Murphy
Branch- Air Force
Bus stop
Arrival
She got off the bus and then went to pick up her luggage as it was taken off the bus. She looked around and so the others standing in line waiting for their orders. Jenn was happy that it was a beautiful day and she was ready for the day to get started. She grabbed her luggage and walked up to the line with the others waiting for her drill instructor to walk up to her and inform her of where she needed to be next.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 3:06 pm
Cid 'Comic' Richards
Recruit
Bus
Arrival
Comic stepped off of the bus, taking a final drag off of his cigarette knowing this would probably be his last cigarette until he finished basic training. He then flicked the butt of the cigarette onto the grass to his right. Comic then grabbed his bag and walked over to the line with the others, where he stopped at the end of the line waited for the Drill Instructor to instruct ((pun intended)) him on what to do next.
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2010 5:49 pm
LadyDeathNote73 Roleplay Name- Jenn Murphy
Branch- Air Force
Bus stop
ArrivalShe got off the bus and then went to pick up her luggage as it was taken off the bus. She looked around and so the others standing in line waiting for their orders. Jenn was happy that it was a beautiful day and she was ready for the day to get started. She grabbed her luggage and walked up to the line with the others waiting for her drill instructor to walk up to her and inform her of where she needed to be next. doc fuzz54 Cid 'Comic' Richards
Recruit
Bus
ArrivalComic stepped off of the bus, taking a final drag off of his cigarette knowing this would probably be his last cigarette until he finished basic training. He then flicked the butt of the cigarette onto the grass to his right. Comic then grabbed his bag and walked over to the line with the others, where he stopped at the end of the line waited for the Drill Instructor to instruct ((pun intended)) him on what to do next.
Drill Sergeant
Military D.I's
Bus
ArrivalDrill Sergeant
Military D.I's
Bus
Arrival
The DI glared at the new recruits, Cid and Jenn, a menacing glow of hate pouring out of his body. The recruits' first display of action had been hellish, disgraceful, and down right putrid, but the DI fully capable of molding these hunks of clay and s**t into something useful, and that didn't smell so bad.. "ATTENTION! Recruits, forward march. Get in a line; alphabetically by height- I want to see entirely what you are capable of! Present your name, height, and weight recruits! Refer to yourself as 'this soldier' and not as 'I' as well. 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. The red hot intensity of a thousand burnings stars gleamed in his eyes, as the slaughter he was about to ensue heightened his level of excitement.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 10:44 pm
General Jack Archer
Air Force- 343rd Composite Wing
bootcamp
recruit inspection, training inspection.
Jack gave a close eye to the Drill instructor and two new recruits fresh off the bus. he noticed the young ladies luggage a bit curiously and the other recruits musette bag. He decided upon wearing simple BDUs that only denoted his name as Archer, he had the four stars penned on his shoulders and that was it. Humming a bit he took interest int he young woman, before looking to the cigarette but thrown aside and throwing it away in a test tube sized incinerator.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 11:58 am
The DI glared at the new recruits, Cid and Jenn, a menacing glow of hate pouring out of his body. The recruits' first display of action had been hellish, disgraceful, and down right putrid, but the DI fully capable of molding these hunks of clay and s**t into something useful, and that didn't smell so bad.. "ATTENTION! Recruits, forward march. Get in a line; alphabetically by height- I want to see entirely what you are capable of! Present your name, height, and weight recruits! Refer to yourself as 'this soldier' and not as 'I' as well. 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. The red hot intensity of a thousand burnings stars gleamed in his eyes, as the slaughter he was about to ensue heightened his level of excitement.
Jenn Murphy
5 ft 7
190 pounds
((i really dont know what else to say here. I am out of practice with this stuff and some help would be nice))
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