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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 21, 2007 21:14:38 GMT
He smirks and swallows the cookie.
"I think I could help you get rid of it" he put the rest of the cookies into his bag
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Post by Jacky on Jan 21, 2007 21:15:49 GMT
"...Hey!" I sputter in protest. "Is that what I get for sharing!?"
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 21, 2007 21:19:38 GMT
He smirks
"Oreo-cookie compulsive obsessive disorder sounds pretty bad" he teases
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Post by Jacky on Jan 22, 2007 18:49:05 GMT
"I'll deal with it!" I grin
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 22, 2007 20:17:19 GMT
he grins and tosses the cookies back to him, but not before taking one himself again.
"I might become one too. And it'll be all your fault"
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Post by Jacky on Jan 23, 2007 7:57:15 GMT
"Sue me." I smirk and take two cookies out of the roll, stuffing them both into my mouth. Munching full-mouthedly I shove the rest of the package into my bag again.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 24, 2007 19:17:15 GMT
~Day For 'Take-Off'~
They all get awoken by loud shouting from military men as usual. But this day was different. This was THE day. War was awaiting...
Max almost bounced out of the bed. He had been thinking a lot about this day last night and now it was here. They got told to quickly grab their bags that they had packed the day before.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 24, 2007 19:21:03 GMT
I get out of the bed in simple routine as the shouting begins. They can tell you a lot about the army, but in the few days that I've been here I've learned one thing. They drill you the way they want you, and they do it efficiently. The lot of us hurry to get dressed and grab our bags. I strap my helmet to the cord of my bag and I pick it up, swinging it onto my back. It's heavy, but not too heavy. Most of the stuff that I brought here in the first place is left behind.
I look over to Max who picks up his bag as well. "Hey soldier!" I toss him the very very last of my Oreo cookies, and I grin. "Time for rehab."
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 24, 2007 19:33:40 GMT
He grins and quickly puts the cookie in his mouth and starts munching as they walk out of the tent with all their stuff, ready to line up outside infront of Lieutenant Ford.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 24, 2007 19:54:16 GMT
Since everyone is wearing their helmets (what the hell guys, who's dropping bombs right now?) I unstrap mine from my bag and put it on my head as well. I sorta realized I don't want to be a pain in the @ss to the Lieutenant. I have this growing suspicion he's not a big fan of me already.
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