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 Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 7:02 am
Yes, yes, yes, I'm rebooting this one. With the departure of certain people who are so below me that they do not deserve to be mentioned from this point on, I have decided to redo this entire RP.
This idea comes from the fact that I feel more like an office worker than a soldier sometimes as I manage the Army's assets and keep people in line. So, I wondered what it would look like if life in the Army were real, how would it actually look?
Thus, what seems to be the love child of sleep-deprevity, stress, being over-worked, and of course some type of highly addicting drug (possibly 'shrooms) was conceived. Ahem, in anycase, the main premise is the members of the Barton Army doing what they do best.
This has all the elements of our usual guild discussion but in RP format. I intend for this to be largely nonlinear with no plot whatsoever and just members of the Army doing what they do, as I said above. In the rules, however, certain things will be detailed that are still things that will piss me off and get you charged with an infraction if you violate them.
*~RULES
Follow all regular Barton Army RP rules. As a refresher course:
*No Godmodding
*No explicit sexual content
*Follow the main 'premise' (AKA plot) of the RP
*Be literate so other members can understand what you're saying
*Be respectful to other RPers
*No overly and ridiculously explicit language (meaning don't drop the F-bomb 100 times in a row in the same sentence)
*Be realistic in your posts (Don't materialize weapons out of nowhere, etc.)
*For God's sake, no txt speak, l33t speak, or using ** to describe actions. Type it out! scream
Just wing it and try to have fun with it.. No RPCs to fill out, no plot to think of, and only the restrictions of the aforementioned rules and the physics of the real world to hold you down. Detail what you would do if the Barton Army literally was your life. With that said, I hereby announce that this RP is open!
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 7:14 am
He stared at himself in the mirror of his bathroom, hands pressed onto the counter to support himself. He was now supposedly General of the Barton Army. With a scoff, he turned on the water and slapped some water onto his face. He sure as Hell didn't look like it; the remnants of old gang tattoos ran across his body, tracing to his days with the Black Dragons, a scar ran underneath his right eye, and it looked like he hadn't slept in weeks.
In truth, he'd slept. Not well, but at least his body won the arguement against his mind most nights and he was forced to collapse onto his bed. Since his divorce had taken away his home, General Chang Wang, Supreme Commander of the Barton Army, had moved onto the base. Behind the bookshelf in his office was a secret passage way leading into what was now his home, a space no larger than a one-room apartment. It was quaint and included a single bed, couch, TV set, dresser, closet, and a small kitchenette unit as well as the bathroom he was currently in.
After slapping cold water onto his face and completing the rest of his morning routines, he walked over towards his closet and began to get dressed in his Army uniform. He stared at the tuxedo that he had worn to their wedding. Making a mental note to burn it, he resumed dressing, finishing with putting on his signature black shades.
The weather was far too hot to wear his classic black, military overcoat, even in the building, but Chang didn't mind it as he grabbed it off of the coat rack and made the short trip through the secret passage to his office. That overcoat resembled those worn by members of the SS and while he was a Colonel, that overcoat served him well, intimidating the dumb and braindead into reconsidering enlistment and showing those that did join that he meant business. Perhaps it wasn't the overcoat as much as it was that he had a disease that made him deathly allergic to bullshit and dipshits.
Regardless, he was now in his office, it was hot, and it was hard to wear the damn thing sitting down, so Chang took it off of his shoulders, threw it onto the coat rack, and sat down at his desk to begin his day. Opening a drawer, he took out a small stack of paperwork and began to work on it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 9:24 am
Rachel opened her eyes and was greeted by the pain of the sun in her eyes. She grumbled to herself and pushed her face into the pillow so it shielded her eyes partially. She finally decided to entirely roll over and failed to notice how close she was to the edge of the bed, and fell onto the floor.
It was only then she noticed she was fully dressed in combats, boots included, strange, considering she had no recollection of putting them on the previous night. No only was she wearing them, but from mid-thigh down she was covered in mud, which had partially dried and crusted. There were a set of muddy footprints that tracked through the small apartment. Rubbing her eyes, she put her hand on the small wooden end table and pushed herself up. A wave of dizziness and a headache swept over her, and a sudden nausea. She moved quickly to the washroom for fear of vomiting, but felt the nausea pass within a few minutes.
She looked up into the mirror and noticed a cut and large bruise over her right eye. Well, that would explain the headache, she thought to herself. She turned the tap and wet the corner of a towel. She gently dabbed it over the dried blood until it had washed off. She tried to inspect the wound in the mirror, but found the light reflecting in her eyes painful. She reached under the cabinet and pulled out a small first aid kit. Opening it and looking through, she pulled out the small thread and needle and painfully stitched it together. She finished by dabbing it gently again.
She looked through her closet and selected a clean uniform. She showered and dressed. She grabbed the boots and brought them to the sink. With a boot brush, she roughly scraped off the caked mud under running water. Satisfied, she dipped the brush into a tin of polish and rubbed in over the toe of the boot until it had a dull gloss. She put the boots on the floor, then grabbed her parade boots and put them on.
Fully dressed, she left and began the short walk to her office.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 9:35 am
After a moment of looking through paperwork, he came across a batch about an oncoming budgetary hearing with the medical supplies. With a sigh, he knew that it could only mean one thing. Angrily, he pressed the button on his desk phone's keypad for his secretary. "Susan! Have Colonel Martin report to my office ASAP."
With a sigh, he propped his feet up on the desk. Rachel 'Doc' Martin, one of the few veterans from the Great War still around and useful. Him and her were great friends and she even attended his wedding (at the very end of course, but Hell, it was Doc). However, when it came to damage control, things sometimes got out of hand...
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 10:25 am
The cellphone in Rachel's pocket buzzed excitedly. She looked at the small screen before opening it. NO ID. Damn it, why did she even bother? She mentally took a note to shell out another 5 bucks a month for Caller ID. She flipped the phone open.
"Colonel Martin speaking".
"Colonel, its General Chang's secretary speaking. The General wants you in his office as soon as possible, ma'am" Martin sighed.
"Did he say why, by any chance?"
"Sorry ma'am, he just asked for you"
"Alright then, I'll be there in about 5" She replied, flipping the phone shut. She replaced it in her pocket and then picked up a steady jog, cutting through the tank park.
"Damn, this job is going to kill me!" She wheezed and coughed.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 10:43 am
Since he could no longer proceed with his paperwork without consulting with Doc first, Chang settled for idly playing with the executive clicky balls he had bought for his new office last week. After 15 seconds, he sighed and stood up, choosing to look outside the window as he waited for Doc to arrive.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 12:04 pm
Doc jogged her way up to the building and walked through the doors wheezing and coughing. She walked into the lobby of the General's office where the secretary sat at her desk. She looked up at Doc.
"The General is waiting for you. Go right in"
"Great.... thanks...." She said between breathes. When she had regained semi-normal breathing, she opened the door and walked into the General's office, closing the door behind her.
"Well, General, what can I do for you?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 12:07 pm
He smiled as he turned around from the window. "Doc, you're sooner than I expected!" he began before seeing the stitched up scar on her forehead. "Christ, what the Hell happened to you this time?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 12:15 pm
"Uhhh... I would love it if I was able to tell you... But I wasn't drinking! Although I do think I might have a mild concussion... So anyways, what's going on that I had to run all the way here?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 12:19 pm
"Have a seat," he told her as he walked over towards the door, making sure that it was locked and barricading it with his body in case of an escape attempt. He waited for her to get comfortable before he began.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 12:25 pm
Doc sat down, looking around. Something serious had to be up, and it was starting to make her wonder.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 12:30 pm
Chang sighed, crossing his arm. "We need to discuss the medical budget."
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 10:57 pm
"General! I got those reports you wanted! ....And some cooookies! ...OH! I'm sorry, didn't mean to interrupt anything..." The Lieutenant gave a quick salute after sitting her stack of papers down, the plate on top.
"Doc...I hope you didn't leave some instrument in someone again."
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 7:57 am
General Wang simply returned the salute, motioning for Lieutenant Davis to sit down beside Doc. "For once, no. Stick around, you might be able to help us figure out some things on our medical budget."
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 12:34 pm
Martin sighed. "What's wrong with the budget?"
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