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 Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 4:26 pm
Mill Wilkinson Recruit Edward Raynor
Army
Bus
Getting to the ArmyRaynor leaned against his hand resting on the window frame. His eyes were fixed to a small spot of dirt, the only thing he considered stabile enough to pay attention for. It was one of those days, when everything got a hint of gray to depress anyone a little. Slight and thin rain made everything moist, if not completely wet. "How long yet?" a recruit in a brightly coloured shirt asked. Raynor just mumbled something incomprehensible, not bothered to make contacts yet. Raynor wasn't exactly sure whether it was the rain or something with him, but he was annoyed. All he awaited for was to enter the gates and have a job for once. Slowly, almost etherealry, the bus started to slow down, finally stopping in front of the Boot Camp gates. With nothing to carry with him, Raynor just slipped past the more talkative companion and entered the queue exiting from the old vehicle. ((The only thing you possibly did wrong was maybe puppeterring; though I don't know what recruit your talking about. xp Over-all you did what I wanted you to, and, your spelling and sentence structure were very nice. You passed! blaugh ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 12:19 pm
((Puppeteering is what happens upon someone elses' characters and NPCs. My characters were both my creation, which means it isn't puppeteering. smile ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 12:54 pm
Mill Wilkinson ((Puppeteering is what happens upon someone elses' characters and NPCs. My characters were both my creation, which means it isn't puppeteering. smile )) (( Yeah but for this particular situation other people are other recruits and I'm the rest of the random recruits on the bus; so creating one out of nowhere is a totally different kind of godmod, your right. eek ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 6:19 pm
Frankie Gibson
Marines
Bus
Getting to Basic Training
Frankie sat silently, shoved up against the window by the extremly large man next to him, the kind of man that was likely to be booted out within the next week or so. The boy shook his head slightly, turning his gaze back to the window. Parris Island was a beautiful place, but being stuck on an unheated bus for three hours, stuffed together with other smelly men, was making him rethink his decision.
As each hour passed, the boy became more and more antsy. He just wanted to get there and get this over with. Ssssshh. He heard the bus doors open. He hadn't realized they'd stopped, apparently he'd dozed off along the way. Of course, no one could blame him. He took a deep breath, standing up. Through the window, he could see the pissy looking Drill Seargent waiting to chew them out. He rolled his shoulders a bit, popping them as he followed the line out the door.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 6:41 pm
Sikki-MCRmy- Frankie Gibson
Marines-Special Operations Command(SOC) New Recruit
Bus
Getting to Basic TrainingFrankie sat silently, shoved up against the window by the extremly large man next to him, the kind of man that was likely to be booted out within the next week or so. The boy shook his head slightly, turning his gaze back to the window. Parris Island was a beautiful place, but being stuck on an unheated bus for three hours, stuffed together with other smelly men, was making him rethink his decision. As each hour passed, the boy became more and more antsy. He just wanted to get there and get this over with. Ssssshh. He heard the bus doors open. He hadn't realized they'd stopped, apparently he'd dozed off along the way. Of course, no one could blame him. He took a deep breath, standing up. Through the window, he could see the pissy looking Drill Seargent waiting to chew them out. He rolled his shoulders a bit, popping them as he followed the line out the door. (( woot yay! Good job of grammar and sentence structure, and you did a pretty good on spelling. I also liked how you added in a large amount of description. wink Very good job, you pass! blaugh As of now, we do not have a MARSOC unit, although I'm going to work on it in the future. ))
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 3:44 pm
((okay, so do you want me to change it for now?))
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 3:46 pm
Sikki-MCRmy- ((okay, so do you want me to change it for now?)) ((Yep yep. For now your in the regular marine forces, and your ability as a soldier will determine anything special you get. From now, I've decided to remove special ops, to help make things more linear. In the future, I'm planning on even setting up separate guilds for that kind of training. xp ))
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 3:50 pm
((okey dokey. no problem....so...where do I go from here?))
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 4:59 pm
Jeff Kotson
Navy
Bus
On His way to Boot Camp
It was early in the morning. So early that it was dark out still. The side of his head was resting on the bus's window as he watched the short video about boot camp being shown in the various monitors. He didn't believe a single word they said, coming from his background. The bus was virtually soundless, with the only noise being the soft droning sound of the engine, and the voice and music (from the late 80's) coming from the video.
He was tired. Though he wasn't the only one. The group of them, about 80 others, looked like a motley crew. He took note of the various hair colors and styles, and not to mention how the people that were from different "Clicks" in high school sat with "Their own kind". He knew this was going to change. He could feel the anticipation and excitement building inside of him, as well as the fear and dread of the unknown. Like everyone else, he was having doubts of whether or not this was a good idea. He would soon find out, because they were now entering the gate.
Soon, he thinks to himself.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 5:55 pm
Mechanical Spin Phenomena Jeff Kotson Navy Bus On His way to Boot CampIt was early in the morning. So early that it was dark out still. The side of his head was resting on the bus's window as he watched the short video about boot camp being shown in the various monitors. He didn't believe a single word they said, coming from his background. The bus was virtually soundless, with the only noise being the soft droning sound of the engine, and the voice and music (from the late 80's) coming from the video. He was tired. Though he wasn't the only one. The group of them, about 80 others, looked like a motley crew. He took note of the various hair colors and styles, and not to mention how the people that were from different "Clicks" in high school sat with "Their own kind". He knew this was going to change. He could feel the anticipation and excitement building inside of him, as well as the fear and dread of the own known. Like everyone else, he was having doubts of whether or not this was a good idea. He would soon find out, because they were now entering the gate. Soon, he thinks to himself. ((Hey, gj! blaugh Your spelling was good, your grammar was good, and your sentence structure was put together neatly. You also revealed a lot about your personal character; stuff I already know. wink Congratulations, you passed! blaugh ))
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 5:57 pm
(( Sweetness. Been waiting for that. I remember vividly my bus ride to boot camp from the airport in Chicago. So I just described a little bit of it lol. ))
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 5:58 pm
Mechanical Spin Phenomena (( Sweetness. Been waiting for that. I remember vividly my bus ride to boot camp from the airport in Chicago. So I just described a little bit of it lol. )) ((Yep, I noticed. wink Well pretty much, I know what kind of personality you have and this confirmed it, sounds like something you'd do. ))
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 6:24 am
Caleb D. Quint
Marines
Bus
Arrival
Caleb glanced around the bus, eyeing up the other recruits. After all, they would be the only people he would see, besides the drill sergeant, till his training was finished.
A lot of the recruits surrounding him were around his age, an almost equal mix of male and female, and most had the same enthusiatic, excited look on their faces. He guessed most, if not all, of them had had a choice when they had enlisted. Unlike himself.
The drill sergeant stood, grabbing a pole running the length of the bus' ceiling to steady himself, and barked for everyone to disembark. Caleb rose from his seat and made his way to the front of the bus, apprehension growing inside him. What had he got himself into?
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 3:51 pm
John
Army
Bus Arrival
On my way to boot camp
I sit in my chair just staring at all of the people, as I am in such shock I never thought that there was so many people like me who were interested in the Army. The people on the bus started doing a head count I was so calm it was starting to scare me. But the closer the got to me my nerves kicked in like a punch that you just dont expect. The head soldier stared down at me and smiled. As he stood there it felt as if hours were passing by as sweat started to fall off my face. I looked him in the eye and after our little staring contest he walked away with a little respect for me. While waiting for my arrival I listened to all of the yelling and orders that were going on in the bus i couldn't even hear myself think. I turned my body to the window and stared out to look at the scenery in front of me, I close my eyes and an image pops in my head. My image if "her' just looking at me with those eyes, those beautiful eyes as her hair moved in the wind. I remember her touch like it was just yesterday she held me. "She" was my best friend and my mother Rose. Suddenly I was slapped on the back as I jumped and snapped back to reality. The head soldier laughed at me and yelled "were here buddy you better get with it"
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2010 8:14 pm
Plain Old jackster John
Army
Bus Arrival
On my way to boot campI sit in my chair just staring at all of the people, as I am in such shock I never thought that there was so many people like me who were interested in the Army. The people on the bus started doing a head count I was so calm it was starting to scare me. But the closer the got to me my nerves kicked in like a punch that you just dont expect. The head soldier stared down at me and smiled. As he stood there it felt as if hours were passing by as sweat started to fall off my face. I looked him in the eye and after our little staring contest he walked away with a little respect for me. While waiting for my arrival I listened to all of the yelling and orders that were going on in the bus i couldn't even hear myself think. I turned my body to the window and stared out to look at the scenery in front of me, I close my eyes and an image pops in my head. My image if "her' just looking at me with those eyes, those beautiful eyes as her hair moved in the wind. I remember her touch like it was just yesterday she held me. "She" was my best friend and my mother Rose. Suddenly I was slapped on the back as I jumped and snapped back to reality. The head soldier laughed at me and yelled "were here buddy you better get with it" [Pu-pu-puppeteering. Sorry if I stole your line SuicideSoldier, but uhh I was bored and decided to swing by to see how the new recruits were doing XD]
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