※ Charlotte paused for a moment after she heard her name and looked up to the officer in command, at the moment, she kinda shrugged it off. As for the other names called, she only knew a few of them. As for the others...Was one of them a girl, or was she the only one? "Hold that thought..." She added to the Bald guy. The cigarette can wait. Charlotte walked into the clearing, and looked up at the man who just finished calling out the other names of who would be with her on his team.
※"pft....men.." She uttered under her breath. Though she has a playful nature at heart, in truth, Jiliane down right made her hold hate toward men. Baron, they called her.....they made her that way with all those harsh experiments that were forced upon her. When she first arrived, thinking she escaped, no one would believe her, they ridiculed, and teased her about it.....So she developed a more hardy nature and decided it was best to just move on.
※ However, if she ever encountered one of the scientist that somehow survived.....she would kill him in the most disturbing way known to human kind.....and send it as a message to the Locus to never mess with a pissed off, messed up woman like herself. Eventually, Charlotte shrugged her shoulders before she gets agitated again and began to walk off. However, Landon caught her attention and thought to pat him on the shoulder. "It'll be fine, I'm sir stick-in-the-mud has a plan....." She teased.
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 2:53 pm
CORPORAL LANDON, C
"I guess we'll see about that, won't we?" he said with small laughter. Landon walked into the building to the mess hall, the next meal was coming up soon, and it'd be the place for him to calm down right now. He was still stirring in his mind about what is going to be of the unit he is place in, but that would be left for the officers to decide and discuss with the men, so it was out of his concern for the most part. As long as he'd be leaving base for a bit, it wouldn't be so bad. You can start to get sick of home when you are there for too long.
◄►Samuel Maverick◄► Hearing his name being called and several hours Sam was actually a little confused. A group this size surely doesn't make sense at all. With the guards it was a maximum of four to each squad, guarding certain areas of the government. He wondered how this was going to play out because this certainly was going to be unusual and irritating to have a group this big.
Shaking it off he got up and made his way out of the courtyard where no one else was going. He needed a little alone time to think and also to try and calm himself down. He knew he was being a complete b*****d but hey if someone gave you an opportunity to become something better then have it taken away then it would definitely make you angry as well.
Coming over to a few trees pushing against a building he walked over and just stared up at it. He let out a heavy sigh and just stared for a while, thinking and wondering over this situation he was in.
The lone soldier had been puffing on his death stick, when the female soldier from earlier came bounding up to him with a slight wave. he presence but him off guard as he wasn't use to people just coming up to him out of the blue. Veteran soldiers knew to give the "Ghost" space but the man began to assume this girl was new to the army or the regiment at least.He dragged on his smoke again as a means to find comfort not seeming to dismiss the recruit as she had yet to wrong him in any form.His gaze finally fell upon her when she turned her full attention his way. She seemed to be wishing for one of his cigarettes.He didn't seem to mind if he parted with a few. he fished the small pouch that held them from his breast pocket and was about to pass her one when she just pushed off the wall and left him there. He let out a low grunt in frustration as he returned the smokes to there rightful place in his breast pocket. The announcement brought shame to the mans face at the rank he had been given since his Demotion.Though pushing aside the thoughts of his shame he pushed off the wall bringing his cloaks hood up over his face, both over his head and over his mouth. He clutched his sniper rifle and headed out for the squad meeting spot.
※ Charlotte Looked back over to the higher officers one last time. They weren't done making the list, at least, she assumed so. The woman took another glance towards the Bald guy, just something about him made her want to learn more. Then again, maybe he wishes to be alone? She smiled to herself and began to head his way, perhaps he wouldn't mind the company, though she is getting tired of all this moving about...
※ Charlotte hurried over to the Bald guy once more, tapping him on his right shoulder before walking next to him. "Mind if I tag along? I could use that cigarette still" She smiled to him. While walking along, she kept in mind to be wary of the others. Sure, they might be going on a mission together....but...it doesn't always mean you come home together....
※ She vaguely remembered the last group, and the fact that she barely remembers makes her feel even worse. It's like being forgotten, something no one should go through...To forget a loved one, or even a good friend, they were great soldiers once, and now....gone. Charlotte shook her head to rid of such depressing thoughts and turned her attention back to Baldy. "I'm Charlotte by the way." She introduced herself, but she suppose he would figure after the sarg did the line up
The soldier walked along the training ground past rows of recruits ready to be sent into the military meat grinder. His mind was absorbed with inspection picking out people who would be qualified for his type of work. The man was quickly pulled away from his train of thought by foot steps that quickly approached him.They where light in there step and he assumed it was the girl from earlier coming to be in his company. what does she want this timehe thought already fishing for his smokes taking a rough guess at what she wanted.he retrieved one of the cigs from the pouch and offered it to her with a lighter to make use of the death stick. he didn't think she would like it since it originated from his home village. It was a heavy taste and burned the throat like the heat of a flamethrower, but the man loved them. her mentioning her name brought a heavy blow to his heart but his facial features didn't betray him to his emotion. He didn't learn peoples names any more since they usually ended up dying and he would be alone again.Though yet he at least returned the courtesy "Maxwell, Petty....." he stopped himself before speaking again" Private first class Davian Maxwell tis a pleasure to meet you lassie " davian said his voice rough from lack of use and with a thick irish like accent. Davian made his way to where the fully formed squad would meet up and took his place on a bench that had ammo boxes set upon it. he slung his longshot under his cloak and took a seat.He pulled his Lho-stick away from his lips and let out a puff of smoke that had swelled his lungs.
※ She was a bit surprised that he already knew what she wanted, but still, happily took that cigarette from him. As they walked, she tried to light it up, but her lighter wasn't catching a flame. "damned thing.." She uttered under her breath, then tossed the lighter to the ground. For now, she firmly placed the cigarette behind her left ear. Though, she looked back to him when he started to talk.
※ Her eyes showed how she was surprised that he even spoke to her, let alone had an Irish accent....Charlotte quickly looked away, feeling her face heat up through fluster. "Well I'll be...I thought you might be the quiet type..." She responded a bit shaken. Why is she acting like this? She should be normal! She's a freaking solder for crying out loud! Charlotte cleared her throat and looked back to him with a small smile.
※"I feel stupid fer asking, but...Ya got a light?" She asked in her southern accent. Most men found her or assumed her to be a ditz, because of her accent. In truth, she was vicious, and hates being called cute, cute is for the children, and she is no child. However, with him, she felt like a women. Just...Him in general was refreshing. And his accent was....Well...She liked it a lot. So, for now, she will do her best to keep him talking. Charlotte smiled to this thought as she waited for a source of flame to light her cigarette.
The soldier took a seat upon one of the benches that was in the general meeting area for formally made squads. He watched her come closer talking about how she believed he was a quiet being and she would be right had it not been for this day. This bloody day that brought anger to his heart. He had awoken this morning under the impression he would have to talk to people as squad where assembled. her mention of a light brought him back to the scene at hand. Reaching up he pulled his hood back and lowered the fabric from his face. "here you go lass." he said pulling a lighter from his chest pocket. It held a strange symbol of a skull with several blades behind it. Under it read 'The Tanith First and Only'. he tossed the lighter gently towards her so she could catch it. He eyes seemed to scan the girl and picked up on every emotion her face betrayed to him. embarrassment seemed to be a big one but there was also pride and honor in her eyes.
※ She stopped walking once she noticed the male take a seat at a bench. So she stood in front of him for the time being. Looking back over at the others to hear small chatter, she figured it was because of the line up. "Looks like they did make a mistake, figured as much..." Charlotte was caught off guard when he tossed the lighter, but just as easily, she caught it. She smiled to him, pulled out her cigarette from behind her ear, back to her lips, then successful light her cigarette with little effort. Before tossing it back, she examined his lighter, really appreciating the design the person placed on this simply lighter....must mean a lot to him or something.
※"Thanks" Charlotte replied to him, handing his lighter back. While doing so, she took the time to notice that he was examining her. Again her face began to brighten up with red. She quickly looked away before her eyes met with his, and took a drag from the cigarette. Was he staring at her scar? At first inhale, it burned..Then, she started to taste the tobacco, which isn't bad. The flavor of it was rather unique, as if home made. This must of been expensive, or did he make it? Charlotte found herself taking up a seat next to him And removing the cigarette from her lips, and held it between her right index and middle fingers.
※"So...Tell me about yourself, yer awfully mysterious." Charlotte started with a small tease and a nudge of her shoulder to his. "If we go into battle on the same team, I'd like to know if you got my back." It would be nice to get to know him a bit better, after all, it is possible that they will be working together. Then again maybe not.
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 11:08 pm
╔══════════════╗ Liam➠Depue ╚══════════════╝
To fight for a cause......
From her personal barrack, she slammed her locker sut after finishing getting dressed. She was given her rightful promotion to lead these soldiers into the battle grounds...She did in the past, and by god she was the best.....The only mistake she made was underestimating her enemy...Had she better prepared for that ambush, those women would still be here today! Instead....she owes her life to these C.O.G scum. After all, she was once apart of the G.B.L organization.....And now, she is a Sergent with this group...
Liam looked at herself in the mirror, she wore the same armor on that day where she should have been dead. Slowly, Liam lowered her eyes to the deep scares on her abdomen. As to some, it would be to disturbing to even look, after all, with this deep of a wound, her stomach would have fallen out, if those C.O.G members hadn't shown up when they did....To her dismal, she owed them her life....Liam gently rubbed her right finger tips on the three slashes that stood as her reminder. "I'm so sorry....I wont let that happen ever again" She whispered to herself.
The memory itself, was to painful to bear alone...but alone she is. Liam turned away from the mirror and started to head out to the main hall where she was instructed to meet the other higher officers, and pick a section of solders to go into battle with her...She wont be easy on them, war and life is never easy, and she learned that truth the minute her life was forfeit to those Locus! "I'm ready to pick when you are..." She spoke to the others and looked down the railing, giving each one of them a good stern glare.
Davian watched Charlotte's face light up bright red as she seemed to have caught his eyes examining her. Unlike her though his face didn't betray him but his heart did seem to beat a lil faster at her reaction."Thank you" he said as he took back his lighter from her. he ran his thumb over the emblem of Tanith for a second. The lighter was one of the few personal belongings he had. he slid it back into his breast pocket and pulled his cigarette from his lips. it was a little more then half way gone. he tapped the burned end away before sticking it back in his mouth and taking another drag on the Lho-stick. Noticed her sit down next to him which caused his cloak to pick up a bit from his back. The green material absorbed the light that hit it as if it attracted the sun. He voice found his ears her accent filling them and a soft nudge to his shoulder at a request to know more about him. He sat there for a moment not really wishing to share his life story to her."If we get matched together in a squad you can count on my skills to keep you safe." he said turning his head to look at her. "Plus if your lucky i'll be the only one that will be using ammo" he said with a slight grin in her direction. he was dodging the question of his past for it was like a Brumak's tongue. Long,dangerous, and you don't want to get involved. Plus to Davian now it was just history and had no effect on the future.
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"If your looking for me,Stop you won't find me"
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 11:22 pm
◄►Samuel Maverick◄► After a while Sam slowed himself for the anger he felt then turning around he made his way back to the courtyard and back to those soldiers. He held tightly on his weapon in his hands and coming through the archway doors he looked to see that people were still being picked. He knew he was already chosen for what seemed like a big squad but somehow he knew that the squad would be split up. It wasn't right to have it that size and frankly it would be annoying to be seen in a huge pack. Easier targets he thought since the more people, the more chance of getting spotted by the enemy.
Making his way over to a bench he leaned down and set his longshot down. He began to remove the bullets from his weapon and studied the bullets. He couldn't get an exact clear look at them so he took off his helmet and revealed his true face. It wasn't well much of a pretty sight to see his face since the massive scar he had on it but it wasn't terrifying to see. He looked well very nice to be exact but really he wasn't. He doesn't like to show his soft side so showing that tough act is what he does.
Setting his helmet down and next to his sniper he began to unscrew and deconstruct the bullets. He checked the liquid inside and smiling a bit he put the lid back on the bullet. He set that bullet down, then grabbing his sniper or longshot he began to tamper with the LED light on it. He wanted to change the colour from blue to something a little more...different.
※ While waiting for a response, Charlotte took another hit before pulling the cigarette away from her lips as she exhaled the smoke, whispering "This is good tobacco.." She smiled to herself before chocking of left over smoke from his comment. Just hearing the way he said it was almost as if he were trying to be sexy. She knew in truth, that wasn't the case at all, but the fact hat he had the accent didn't help her case!
※ When she finally caught air, Charlotte looked to him for a short glance, blushed a brighter color of red, then quickly looked away. Charlotte feeling a bit irritated to this sudden change in her, She slowly inhaled, then exhaled to calm down her nerves. That Irish punk! He's doing it on purpose.... She thought to herself. Charlotte let out a soft sigh before nudging him again.
※"Hmph! Says you, What makes you think you wont be the damsel in distress? Maybe I will have to come to yer rescue and use ammo and you won't have to." She remarked back to him with a small smile.
He let out another puff of smoke just as Charlotte began to couch on her's. 'should have warned her it was strong'he thought.suddenly her remark caused the man of little words to actually begin to laugh.The action was rare for people to see since he did it so little. It took him a moment to regain his composure after her comment. "Well lassie they can't find a ghost" he said he words seeming to become a bit grim at the mention of the word ghost.The word was a title some of the veterans called him after his sudden depromotion and after the 'Incident' he sat up a little straighter and took a long drag the Lho-stick finishing it off the embers dying at the tip. He dropped the butt and pressed it into the cement under his boot."so lass what brings you to this base you don't look like some one that cot there a** handed to them from command to be stuck here with most of these sorry recruits" he said, his many years of service were evedant in his wording.
※ Even though she didn't notice it at first, hearing his laughter earlier....it suited him. She enjoyed the sound very much. "A ghost huh?....That's not what I see..." She said in a soft manner, something she never does. But for him...Maybe just him, she'll let him see that side of her. Charlotte bashfully smiled at him. He was new to her, and she to him, but, it feels like they knew each other long before, perhaps in another lifetime. Charlotte looked away with her small smile still there, taking in another drag, then exhaling out the smoke. "When you're not wearing as much armor as me, you tend to slip by....that or if your tiny like me. " She smiled back at him, joking about.
※ This was fun, it was something different for sure. She was isolated at Jiliane.... When he asked what brought her here, the very memory of that cursed place started to flood her memories. Much like a freshly picked scab with blood rapidly dripping down from the wound...No matter how hard she tried, the past always found a way to taunt her. Charlotte's smile faded away just as she turned her head away from him. She didn't want o appear weak, nor have him see her as such.
※ The young female placed her left hand to the scar across her lips before sliding it back down to her knee. "I don't want to talk about it...." She replied rather coldly. But not to seem so harsh, she weakly smiled back at her newly found friend. "Besides, you wouldn't believe me.." Again she looked away. "Like everyone else..." She took another hit from her cigarette, this time, a long drag. Allowing the burn to coat her throat before exhaling out the smoke.
