forum Role-play where we get drafted into the army, and bad things start to go down (CLOSED)

Started July 04, 2018 by @Oakiin

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"Plus, a communication officer has access to radio airways and the like." Ellen fell silent as she further pondered it all.

After a few minutes, Vin sighed and got up. "Well, it's about curfew. Let's sleep on it, we'll need to be plenty rested for tomorrow." He switched off the light and closed the curtain between their rooms. "Night."
(Speaking of, I gotta go to bed now myself. Seeya tomorrow ^^)

(Alrighty!)
"G'night Vin." Ellen said, grabbing her book and penlight before pulling the cover over her head.

The next morning, the trumpet sounded before the sun was up. Vin scrunched up his face and almost fell back asleep, then remembered where he was and sat up with a groan. "Ugh, I hope they don't make us to training first thing…but the probably will. You awake, Ellen?"

"I am now." She muttered, rolling out of bed.

Vin got dressed, still with his eyes half-shut. "Any thoughts about the sich with with Davy while you were asleep? I think I dreamed about him. He ate all my snacks and then threw a tank at me."

"Lovely." She peered down at herself. She had spent the night in her clothes, and they looked decent enough to wear another day. "I still think we shouldn't trust him. At all."

"For now, I agree. Shall we go? I hear the drills starting."

"Yeah." Ellen nodded.

The light was dim and greyish outside, and the air was chilly. Soldiers were walking by in groups, and in one corner of the yard there was a drill sergeant barking commands at a group of recruits. Vin looked around, unsure. "I… have no idea where we're supposed to go."

"Me either. They didn't bother elaborating on routines yesterday and yet somehow this is going to magically be our faults." Ellen muttered, shivering slightly.

"Ummm…" Vin caught sight of an officer walking by and hailed her. "Excuse me, ma'am? We're Team 300, and we never got told where to go this morning. Is there somebody who could help us?"
She paused and glanced at them. "If you're from the new group that came in yesterday, you go to the East training yard and report to Sergeant Sully. He'll take it from there. Better hurry, or you'll be late."

"Thank you ma'am." They hurried across to the training yard.

(My replies will slow down but I'm still here)
They got there and joined the line of soldiers just in the nick of time. Sergeant Sully was an imposing man with greying hair and a menacing squint. He looked them up and down rather scornfully, then moved on.
"Starting today and continuing until the war ends," he boomed abruptly, "I will train you in the ways of combat. No doubt you think you're already tough, well-trained guys and girls who can take on anything. Well, guess what. You're wrong!" He yelled the last word, making a few soldiers flinch. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be so fit and ferocious that your own mothers wouldn't recognize you! Now, line up in rows of two and start jogging! I want you to run fifteen laps before sunup, you hear me? Move!"

(Ok :)
Ellen followed the other soldiers in forming lines, biting back a comment on the officer's spiel.

Vin had woken up a bit more by this time. When Sully wasn't looking, he gave Ellen a thumbs up and a cheery grin. "Running isn't so bad," he whispered as they started off. "At least it gets your blood pumping."

"Yeah." She smiled slightly, feeling her body wake up more as they ran.

One hour later, the recruits were feeling a little less upbeat. Sully watched them like a hawk from the center of the yard, refusing to let them stop. Vin seemed to have settled into a daydream, running without really focusing on it.
Finally, Sully unfolded his arms. "All right, you maggots can stop now!"

Ellen stopped, breathing heavily. "Oi. I think I've got a stitch in my side."