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ONE: The New Recruits
Topic Started: Nov 24 2013, 06:48 PM (2,713 Views)
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Abby smiled. Retrieval was her favorite thing. Even though she was color blind, her eyesight was very good and her inquisitive mind meant she had to investigate everything.

She made a mental note to collect as much as she could carry that could be used for anything.
She hoped that they had decent back packs, she would need something that still allowed her to climb around.

Abby was excited, but she tried to hide it. She jumped up onto the bookshelf and waited for any others to return with flags.
If any... most of them ran out to try and get the flag a few feet from the office

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"Sc-scavenging in the city?!" Emmanuel sat up fully now. He couldn't take the news as cooly as Abigail did. While she had the skill to hop atop a bookshelf, he had pretty much absolutely no skills whatsoever. Well, certainly his internship would come in handy with identifying useful medical supplies, but that was probably already covered by a checklist or something. The most important thing would be staying alive, what with all the heathens that inhabited the city.

He wasn't sure if he was honoured or queasy. Probably queasy. This prize was definitely not a pleasant surprise, but he still put on fake bravado. "We'll do more than fine," he said. "Between the lovely Private Abigail and me, there's probably already an overload of skill on this trip."
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Rob cocked an eyebrow at the bravado, not certain if Emmanuel was joking or not.

"Yes, that's what we do here," Rob replied. "Not just you two, but me as well. A group of us. If you don't have any other questions, you're dismissed for the rest of the afternoon. It'll be a long trip tomorrow."

He cast a gaze up to Abigail, on the bookshelf. "You wouldn't have anything to do with that fake flag, would you now?"
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Abby looked at Rob with a disappointment. How could he think it was me!
"It wasn't me, More likely to be that trigger happy Crazy Dr." She said quietly while she tried to think of the Dr's Name.

Abby pondered for awhile, she had a few questions to ask, but they weren't trip related. Although she always followed orders, she followed instinct first.

"Are we permitted to assist other players now we have finished?" she Questioned, "There is a private pinned behind the Male Quarters."

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Emmanuel stood up at the dismissal, but he wanted to stay, especially since Abigail was still hanging around. However, he couldn't think of an excuse. He didn't want to wear himself out before the trip, even if he could use the exercise. "I'll just be seeing you tomorrow then," he said with a half-hearted salute to Major Oliver. He left the offices through the backdoor, hoping to avoid the paintballers at the fake flag, and headed back to the mess hall. He had forgotten his bag at the table he had been eating at with Gene, and he could only hope it was still there.

He had to doge quite a few paintballs on his way there, only to have another private run into him, knocking him down and getting them both splattered in bright yellow paint. He gave the cursing private a peck on the cheek to shock him into silence, then ran off into the mess hall before he could face any repercussions. There were a lot more disqualified players now, and he grinned at Westlake.

"Two flags down, now," he grinned at the doctor. "Thanks again."
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Though not that much time has really passed, Gene was aching for something to do. In a way, he wished someone would find him and shoot him with a paintball gun, but there's still that fear of getting out and playing. He doesn't know why he's afraid; all the time he's looking for something to happen, good or bad, it's better than being trapped in your mind with nothing to think about but nevertheless thinking incessantly.

The watershed was a good hiding place. No-one will notice. Gene took out his swiss army knife and drew the blade across the back of his left calf. The sharp pain made him focus, and just for a moment, Gene's mind was somehow peaceful. He rolled down his pant leg to cover up the scarred flesh. Haha, that was pointless and retarded. With that, he got up and walked around, half looking for a flag, half just for the sake of doing something.
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Rob gave Abby a rare smile, "If you'd like."

He'd been part of this game for at least three years, and every time, nobody ever thought to go and assist others. A few times, groups had been formed, but when they were done, they were done. Nobody ever put themselves in the line of paintball fire ever when they didn't have to.

Rob decided that he liked Abigail.

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Westlake observed Emmanuel for a moment, then cocked an eyebrow, "I didn't do it for you."

He motioned for Emmanuel to follow him, and then led him into the kitchen area, where there were alone. "Tell me something," Westlake asked, not at all casually, but with a spark of ice and fire in his eyes. "What do you think of Rob?"
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"Doesn't matter, worked in my favour anyway," Emmanuel replied with a shrug. He noted that Gene was gone and was going to go find him, but Westlake waved him over. Curious, he followed him into the kitchen.

He was surprised at the question but answered it candidly. "I don't know much about him, but I do know the man's a hot piece of ass." He licked across his teeth, eyes not focused on Westlake. "I mean, have you seen him in a tshirt? Jesus..."
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"I've seen him in less," Westlake replied. He gave Emmanuel a moment to process the remark and then rushed him, pinning him against the wall. "Are you interested? Because I could help, if you wanted him. The man is so stiff, he seriously needs to get laid. Or-" Westlake leaned forward, whispering, hot breath ghosting across the side of Emmanuel's neck and over his ear, "-Are you just not picky and going for anything on two legs?"
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The statement clicked through Emmanuel's mind. Whoa, wait, are they a thing? He opened his mouth to ask, but then Westlake had pushed him up against the wall with his arms boxing him in.

"Oh, I'm certainly interested," he answered, unfazed by the sudden change. He arched away from the wall to press his body against the doctor's. "But you'd be surprised who I'd go for." His voice had dropped down low, a mirror to Westlake's whispers.
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Westlake tsked, "Now now, you can't just go after anybody." He bit Emmanuel's ear, "Rob is special. He'd require a commitment of sorts. He is our leader, and he won't just randomly hook up with anybody. Not really a one-night stand kinda guy. Trust me on that."

Westlake pulled back, gave Emmanuel an alluring sort of look, and then winked. "Think about it. Let me know!"

And then he turned on his heel, and returned to the main room of the mess hall.
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Emmanuel was only moderately disappointed that the situation didn't escalate. Now that he was alone, he pondered Westlake's words. As much as he avoided commitment in relationships, he had to admit that courting Oliver would be quite the tantalizing challenge. But if he succeeded... The last thing I need is a superior officer with a heart broken by me.

He'd have just a taste of what the other troops had to offer, then he'd decide if he wanted to pursue Major Oliver. He walked out of the kitchen and shrugged his bag into his shoulders. Just before he stepped out of the mess hall, he threw one last look at Westlake. Then he was sprinting away to the men's bunks, getting splattered with a purple paintball before he made it in. He sighed at the mess of his body. He'd have to shower before collapsing into a bunk. He located an unoccupied bed and tossed his stuff down before heading to the men's washroom, all the way back by the mess hall.
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Abby smiled and jumped down off the bookshelf landing silently and slipped out the window without a sound.
She wasn't sure how she was going to help, or even who, but she knew that if she didn't, they'd be here all day.

As soon as she landed, she grabbed a few stones and headed off towards the sheds. She knew there was a flag in that corner, and that it would be guarded, so a distraction was needed, and possibly a paint ball gun.

As she rolled to dodge a few stray paint balls, she noticed a soldier in one of the sheds. She'd seen him before, Next to Private Emmanuel.
As hard as it was going to be, she needed to get over to that shed.

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It had been such a long trip to the compound, and on such an old and packed bus as well. Certainly wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but it was the only way to get where each one of them was going. Neena had to admit, she was pretty nervous that she was actually on her way there. Hopefully her nerves would settle once they actually reached their destination. That didn't take much longer, as she looked out the dusty windows of the bus.

Once the gates opened, and the bus was actually in the compound, she looked around a bit before everyone hauled ass out of there; grabbing their things and such. She followed suite, but would have a better look around the area later. The young girl grabbed her things and headed out, bumped every now and then by those taller than herself, but she just bumped them in return. A soft thud was made when the girl had jumped out, bags clutched around her shoulder and arms. This place was dusty, very dusty, but it was going to be where she was living.

Soon there was a loud voice, and on attention they all gathered in rows, once close to another. The man, or their major as it seemed, briefed them on how things were run. That was certainly interesting, but none-the-less needed for anyone new.

After they were let go, Neena made her way towards the women's headquarters, where she was going to put away her things. She made no real attempt to make contact with anyone right now, she didn't find any use for it till she was settled. Settled and with a stomach full of food as well. She never liked to speak to others on an empty stomach. Neena made it there, put away her things, then quickly made her way towards the mess hall.

"Ah yes," she said, as she stood in front of the building. With that, she made her way in, inhaling the smells. It wasn't too bad, could use some nice spices, but overall was ok. Quickly the girl made her way in line, eager to eat something no matter what it was. She got some of this, some of that, whatever looked edible really. Then she made her way to one of the tables, sitting to herself. It wasn't long till she was chowing down on her food, practically shoveling it into her face with no signs of slowing down. Eventually she had eaten just about everything, leaving just a few pieces of things here and there. Certainly good enough.

As she got up to discard of things, a couple of men came into the mess hall, keeping everyone from leaving. What for though? Must have had something planned or in mind. So, once done, she sat down and listened close to what was going on. Her legs crossing over, the same with her arms. So, they were to capture flags? That didn't seem hard enough, but after the initial rush of people, it wasn't as easy sounding. Pink paint balls did not sound fun, no in the least, but she wasn't here to have fun now was she? Definitely not.

Neena got up, and slowly made her way out the door, standing close to the mess hall. It was nice to have some training in tracking and other things, taught to her when she was young. This seemed like it might be pretty easy, but with those hiding with paintball guns would make it very difficult indeed. Oh well, no time to cower, it was time to retrieve a flag. So quickly she made her way out, hiding from place to place as she searched about.
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Rob fidgeted in the offices. He was usually very patient, and enjoyed having time alone, but he'd already finished all of his paperwork and he was antsy to get things ready for the trip tomorrow. A flash of worry blasted through him, that nobody else would be bringing in flags, and he could see in his mind's eye the mess hall filled with paint-splattered soldiers. He bit his lip, winced as he'd forgotten the blow he'd taken earlier, and sighed. Westlake would take care of it, certainly. He smiled, just slightly, I can always count on him.

Rob went over and closed the window that Abigail had escaped from, and then he leaned against it, looking out to see if he could spot any of his wayward recruits.

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Westlake was wandering around the Mess Hall with a notebook and pen, tallying off the colors. Occasionally pausing to ask, "Which color hit you first?" for those unfortunate enough to receive multiple splatters. Each paintball sniper was armed with a different color, and it was Westlake's job to figure out who had the highest hit counts.

"Good job Gene and Alex," he muttered to himself. The pair were neck and neck, with at least five higher than the rest of them.
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