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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 6, 2007 15:20:03 GMT
He shrugs.
"Too bad. Can't trust people you know" that last sentence kinda just slipped out of him, his motto. Maybe nothing to say to someone he just met, but whatever..
He walks back to his bed. Doesn't think about that he actually never greeted anyone here.
What's the point? I don't want to get too close..we'll just get to know eachothers by lastnames anyway..
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Post by Jacky on Jan 6, 2007 15:22:27 GMT
That last sentence makes me think he knows more about it though. Maybe it's just paranoia.. which honestly is one of my stock-in-trades. But I glance over to him and narrow my eyes. I then get up and swing the bag over my shoulder. As I walk out of the place to go to tent03 I reply as I pass him by. "Obviously f*cking not." Under my breath. Bitterly.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 6, 2007 15:37:18 GMT
He frowns slightly and turns and looks at him as he walks out of the tent. He raises his eyebrow slightly but then let it pass as he takes his own bag over his shoulder and walks out aswell.
He stops some meters away from his tent and looks around at all the other tents around his and he thinks about this whole situation again, what it will be like tonight when they'll get trained. He takes out a cigarette but just when he's about to put it to his mouth he stops.
Don't need it
He put it back and then looks at his watch. Maybe time to go to the tent... he starts walking and his eyes scans the numbers on the tents.
23..12...16...8....30...
he walks around among them in the mud on the ground.
30...15...7........2....3
he keeps his eyes on the tent as he walks up to it.
A smart-a.ss little punk who thinks he's tough runs up behind Max and pushes him hard as he passes him.
"Sorry!" he smirks and hurries into the tent
He stumbled a bit to his side in the slippery mud but straightens up and looks at the man with a frown.
Asshole
he continues walking to the tent.
"Don't mind him" a man suddenly appears beside him. "Just thinks that he's better than others cause he has been here a week longer or so. Always messes with the newbies. You should stay away from him though" he motions at his head with his finger, meaning that the guy probably is nuts.
he frowns again.
"Alright...good to know"
It's now that getting contact with the rest of the people here slowly starts... and he doesn't know if either of the first contacts he got has been anything good.
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Post by Jacky on Jan 6, 2007 21:12:49 GMT
I find my way to tent number three and pull of the same trick as I did before. I walk to the front of the line and greet someone, pretending to know him. "Hi! Thanks for saving me a place." I grin and stand behind him, expecting him to just turn around and ignore me as usually anybody else would do.
"Sneaky." The guy says though, but not in annoyance.
"Thanks." I pretend that's a compliment.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 6, 2007 21:16:11 GMT
He sees the big line and sighs slightly and stands there, waiting. This line seems to go faster though
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Post by Jacky on Jan 6, 2007 21:22:45 GMT
I get to the front of the queue ever so quickly.
"Your sizes?" The man behind the desks asks.
I tell him and get a package that contains trousers, underwear, a white T-shirt and a armygreen longsleeve shirt. On top of the package is a helmet, and he puts a pair of boots next to it all. And when I think he's done, he also puts a large backpack onto the table. It's huge - with all kinds of belts and straps to attach things to it. A small canteen is hanging from one side, a army green bottle is stuffed into a pocket that suits for this purpose.
"Inside is some things you'll need and a list of what you should bring by yourself. If you miss anything that should be there come back here before 2300."
I swallow and nod, picking up all my stuff with some difficulty.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 6, 2007 21:34:49 GMT
He looks at all the stuff the men infront of him gets and soon enough he's walking out of the tent with as much stuff himself
God, are we suppose to fight a war with all this crap on us?
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Post by Jacky on Jan 6, 2007 21:38:44 GMT
I go back to the tent where I'm settled, and I put the bag down on my bed. I take out the list and read what stuff is necessary. I have all of it with me. Which isn't a surprise.. because it's really not much at ALL.
I glance back to the bag *I* brought and I realize about 80% of that has to stay behind. "Cr@p."
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Post by PirateOTC on Jan 6, 2007 21:43:37 GMT
Max does the same as he get to his bed. He checks the list and bags carefully so that he has got everything
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Post by Jacky on Jan 6, 2007 21:45:37 GMT
I load whatever is necessary into the army bag. But I add a few things. My casette player, and the tapes that I carefully selected before going here. The white empty envelope, eventhough I'm not sure why. The pocketbible that my 'mom' gave me. I'm not sure whether I believe in god, but I swore to keep it with me.
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