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iluvnachoThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 28, 2012 at 9:56 pm

Name: Eveangeline Anna Marie Vrain

 
Nicknames: Needless to say, she simply goes by Eve.



Age: 23



Gender: Female



Race: Human



Physical Appearance: Eve is predominantly British and French, so her skin tone is a light pale. It has the capability to turn tan if sunburned, though she can hardly worry about a tan now, can she? She mostly has freckles, like the ones scattered along the bridge of her button nose. Eve is a petite thing; not abnormally so, but just naturally. She falls around 5' 1'', with small curves and a slender waist. Eve has pale blonde curls that are usually wrapped up from her face, and dark blue eyes. She also has a British accent, and pink lips. Overall, a pretty girl, with a doll like appearance. The only thing that ''ruins her face'' is a scar on her chin, starting from a corner of her lip, to the bottom of her neck from a nasty fight. It isn't too too noticeable, though enough so when you take a closer look. It doesn't bother he in the slightest.



Clothing: Well, she is a human soldier, so she wears tightfitting cargo pants, a lose shirt she can fight in, and a pair of boots. It comes with a tight fitting windbreaker, which is the only similarity between the Gifted soldiers uniforms, and the humans. Each article of clothing is jet black, which makes her light appearance stand out.



Personality: Eve is a tough person. Don't get me wrong; her motherly, loving streak is there. Being the oldest, she has to have one inside of her. It just takes some time to get to it. But as a soldier, she is tough. She shows absolutely no mercy in battle, except for children, Gifted or not. She tries not to let that show, though. Being a woman in the army, there is still major s.ex.is.m. Her tongue is sharp, and sometimes rude. Eve is the kind of girl you do not want to have on your bad side, for she will make it her goal to make your life miserable. She has a bad habit of holding grudges, too, so a first impression goes a long way with her. Eve is quick on her feet, and is a logical, patient girl. She knows how to find your weaknesses, and is willing to wait before striking. Another tidbit, it Eve is fiercely protective, and will risk her own life if it could save another life. Her one and only weakness, it seems, is letting her emotions get in the way of strategy. She has managed to control it for the most part, and with a lot of responsibility on her shoulders, Eve hides her feelings probably a little too much.



Bio: Eve was born in London, England, to two parents that were Generals in the war. Being the oldest, she has three younger siblings: Eli,20,Emmett,17, and Ellen,14(Can you tell her mom liked the 'E' names?). When she was nine years old, the war was in full chaos, for her family had to move into the base they still work in today. When she was sixteen, both of her parents were killed in battle, and Eve rose to the occasion to take full on leadership of whatever she could. Currently, she is in charge of several platoons, and hates sending her siblings out to war, especially Ellen.



Ability: None. She is very skilled with knives, though.



Rank: Soldier/General of Platoons 5,6 and 34. She wokrs closely beside Keegan Hail, next in line for command of the London Fort. (Hope that's okay, Carson)



Other: Eve can speak French, and broken Spanish. Her favorite drink is tea with sugar, and her guilty pleasure is Flaming Hot Cheetoes.

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dolphinportkey7This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 28, 2012 at 10:19 pm

Name: Kors Fitzgerald







Nicknames: Charming, The Charmer, Snake Charmer







Age: 17



Gender: Male







Race: Gifted







Physical Appearance: Kors is a rather lean guy of average height, with the build of a runner and skin the light-brown color of mahogany. He has to work out a lot to stay in shape, because of his abilities (when he changes into something smaller, his metabolism slows down, since the body believes it doesn’t need as much food as a growing teenage boy would). He works out just enough to keep from getting a gut, though his arms aren’t particularly muscular and his shoulders are far from wide. Kors’ hygiene can best be described as “Peter Pan-esque.” While he takes care to use whatever hygiene products remain to avoid grossing people out in the smell department (deodorant, tooth paste, etc.), Kors has not cut his shaggy white hair for several years. It’s about neck-length, with a thick and bushy quality to it. He also rarely cleans his nails, since—in his robin form—they tend to get dirty, anyway.







Clothing: Kors has several of his version of a uniform, the composition of which makes sense when one considers his powers. Kors usually just wears a baggy white T-shirt, a white hoodie, and baggie white cargo pants or shorts, depending on the weather. Since both of his animal forms are smaller than his human shape, these clothes are easy to crawl or fly out of once he uses his abilities, preventing him from getting tangled or trapped in them. He can’t wear any form of jewelry, because it could fall off, get in the way, or give up his identity while Kors was in one of his transformed states.







Personality: He’s simultaneously immature and grown-up, because while he is teasing and something of a goofball, he seems to be immune to “petty” fears regarding mortality. He is perhaps the epitome of living in the moment—impulses are his first option while considerations come later, usually much too late. He often makes fun of those he is closest to (it’s his own way of expressing affection), which gives many the impression that he’s arrogant and full of himself—it’s not an incorrect one. Kors genuinely thinks that he’s quite the comedian, as well as extremely personable. Though no one likes being the butt of his jokes, it’s sometimes hard to resist chuckling at his verbal antics, which only serves to further boost his ego. Kors tries not to ever actually discuss his feelings, because of the sense of vulnerability it gives him. Why talk about what’s bothering him when he can make fun of it, instead?

Despite his silly outlook at life, Kors does have a deeper side. He loves music; he’s got a good signing voice, can play the drums, and has taught himself to use one of the last known pianos in North America, located originally at the Texas Institute but lugged to Arizona in a convoy at Kors’ request. Kors dreams of being able to play music and write it without distractions, which is how he views the War: as a distraction- something to occupy his day-to-day life, but not something that he truly has passion for.

If Kors feels heartbreak or horror when exposed to the reality of war, he keeps it all within himself. His poker face is masterful; emotions are for the privacy of his room, not for everyone to see without. He has yet to (openly, at least) grasp that friends and loved ones can be for more than having fun and loving- they can be something to share with and heal because of.







Bio: Kors, like many others due to the war, is an orphan. He doesn’t know who his parents are, though he believes they were Gifted fighters, seeing as his earliest memories are from the Arizona base. When he was eleven, he met Leona—a slightly-older girl who arrived at the base. The two became fast friends, despite their vastly different personalities. When Kors turned fifteen, he left to train at the Texas Institute, where he stayed for two years and was marked , due to his powers, as a prime candidate for investigative field work- in other words, spying. He learned to use his sparrow form secretly, with only two teachers and some of the higher-ups in the Gifted intelligence networks knowing of that form. Openly, Kors has only shared his cobra ability- people think that he can only change into one animal. This is to optimize his effectiveness on spy missions: if no one is looking for a Gifted in sparrow form, they won’t notice a sparrow.

Kors was quite the party animal at the Texas Institute, often getting into trouble. Along with other things, Kors discovered there that he was b.i.s.e.x.u.a.l. When he returned to the Arizona base as a spy , he and Leona began a relationship that lasted for several months, but the two recently broke up when she learnt that he had begun seeing someone else behind her back. The identity of the “other person” has been much speculated on, and Kors is currently dealing with the break-up and its fallout, barely thinking of the war.





Ability: Kors has the Gifted ability to transform into two animal forms: a sparrow and a king cobra. The king cobra is roughly seven feet long, and extremely venomous. It is pure black. Kors uses it when he has to fight, though he’s managed to avoid doing so on most of his missions. It’s a weapon-of-last-resort, and he much prefers spying with his tiny brown sparrow form. There is no limit to how long he may stay in animal form, but that does present some risks- if, for example, he were to be caught while in sparrow form and trapped in a tiny cage, he wouldn’t be able to change back for fear he would hurt or kill himself by growing in the tiny environment.







Rank: Soldier (specializes as an Intelligence Gatherer/”Spy”)







Other: Kors has among his ancestors Rene Fitzgerald, a powerful telepath and the child of one of the original escapees of Vrogad: Rochelle Fitzgerald, one of the earliest-known Gifted and mind-readers. None of this is currently known to him, though.

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dolphinportkey7This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 29, 2012 at 12:27 am

(So when shall we be beginning...?)

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iluvnachoThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 29, 2012 at 12:29 am

(Hopefully when Carson gets back on; that's my best guess :) I am soooo excited for this! :D)

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leah1027This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 29, 2012 at 12:35 am

(Me too ^_^)

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Dec. 29, 2012 at 1:00 am

((I'm so happy!!xD and excited....:) My charrie, Chay, is way different from Sensaina! :))

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RoseattaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 29, 2012 at 10:17 am

Name: Shen 


Age: 13 (and almost fourteen) 


Gender: Male 


Race: Gifted 


Appearance: Shen, being Chinese, has very typical Chinese features. His hair is fine and black, feathering up in the back of his head a little, and long in the front to where he occasionally has to flick his bangs out of his eyes. His eyes are almond shaped and appear almost lash less and lid-less. They are a blunt black-brown with the irises nearly indistinguishable from the pupils. His eyebrows straight and severe, unlike most of his features. Shen's nose is flat- kind of like the rest of his face, which when seen in profile. He has a small lipless mouth, almost invariably turned down at the corners. Shen's skin complexion is plainly Asian-- a yellow-orange-brown-- if a little darker from all of the time he spends outside. Shortness, unfortunately for Shen, apparently is an inherited trait, and he stands just under five feet, (though, if you ask him, he'll tell you he's 5'1"). His limbs are long, though, and his hands quick and nimble. His shoulders are a little hunched together, as if he's constantly stressed, and he walks with a limp in his right leg, since his foot was broken and set wrong years ago. He also has a small scar on his chin from a childhood incident of slipping on the floor and cracking his chin on the floor.

 
Clothes: Shen wears the standard Gifted uniform, without any real creative touches. He does wear a jade pendent of an elephant that's tied to a piece of shoelace, and doesn't really care if it shows or not. His shoes are decrepit, but even though they're a little small, he refuses to let them be replaced, as he likes to believe they are imbued with good luck. 

 
Personality: Shen, besides being moody and sullen for most of the time, is extremely superstitious. He sees good and bad omens in everything. It's not just religious superstition-- he'll do anything that he believes will work to keep bad luck at bay. With him, whatever works, it works. Shen is also fiercely single minded. He will set a goal, and that goal will be accomplished, regardless whether it will take a few days or years. In the meantime, however, he's never open to criticism or suggestions of any kind. If anyone disagrees with him, it's like a little mental block titles into his mind refusing to listen to a word of anything the other person is saying. This stubbornness arises from a fear that his feelings are not his own, as he was often influenced by what others are feeling around him. Afraid that he had no character, he stubbornly insists on ignoring what his Gift is telling him, and reacting in a completely opposite way, which makes him socially a little strange, and also a very infuriating person to be around. 

 
Biography: Shen grew up being the doting older brother of Choo. He was a happy child, until his parents were killed when he was nine. Panicked, distraught, and not really thinking straight, he ran during the raid. When it finally occurred to him to go back, it was too late. He knew his parents were dead- no doubt about it, but was overtaken with the determination to find his sister. Shen thought she still may be alive when he saw a black bird fly from the scene, and Shen was struck with the similarity between the bird's feathers and his sister's hair. Since Shen's Gift was fairly simple to mask, he eventually found sanctuary with an elderly anti-Gifted couple who believed the story he told about running away from a single Gifted parent. He lived with them for a year. As he grew older, he eventually came to realize what really happened that night, and learned more about what was happening in the world. Whenever lost his desperation to find his sister. Eventually, he ran away from the house and learned of the war effort. Shen headed to Texas, having caught wind of the training institute. That's where he is now, and is contemplating running away again -- not having found any more clues about Choo. 

 
Ability: Shen has the ability to sense people's immediate emotions. They come to him as smells or tastes. The ability only works when he's right up close with someone, and extends to two yards away. He can't block out the smells or tastes, nor can he isolate them, though, he can also tell if someone is lying or telling the truth. 

 
Other: Shen speaks fluent Chinese, as that's the language he was born speaking, but he also knows English pretty well. 

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_Skyye_This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 29, 2012 at 11:14 am

(Hey, I know this is ridiculous, but if everyone gets their characters up by today, can we wait to start this until tonight or tomorrow afternoon? I'm going to see family for the day and I REALLY don't want to miss the first posts and everything.)

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dolphinportkey7This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 29, 2012 at 4:17 pm

(I really hope we can start this tonight...I mean, I know not everybody's posted their charries and stuff, but we can go slow...and since it's the beginning, it'll give plenty of time for people to bit by bit introduce things...and I'm just really excited... XD )

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leah1027This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 29, 2012 at 9:49 pm

(Bump! :) )

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CarsonFairclothThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 12:59 am

(I am so, so sorry guys. My Internet is down, but I'll try to have it fixed soon. If not, I'll find a way to post tomorrow. Again, I'm so sorry. :/)

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_Skyye_This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 11:11 am

(Aw, it's all good, Carson :-)
 
I'll be at church until this afternoon, so if things suddenly start moving don't forget about me! :-)

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CarsonFairclothThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 4:49 pm

(Alright guys! Whoo! It's back up. ^_^
 
Busting Through has begun!)
 
Leona
 
This was an ungodly mess.
 
"So you're telling me," Leona began calmly, her yellow eyes on one of her top advisors, "that our troops, who we sent to Ohio on the basis that it could be easily claimed, are now in a stalemate?"
 
Her advisor, Captain Willis, winced. "Yes."
 
"How did this happen?"
 
"New York," another man piped up, in the hopes of saving Willis's hide. "They sent in extra troops. It'll take weeks to win Ohio at this rate."
 
Leona stood abruptly, sighing. She waved a hand, ignoring the worried eyes that stared up at her. "Pull them back. We need a new plan. And I want updates from the other Commanders by morning."
 
There were murmurs of agreement, but Leona was already out of the war room and striding for her personal quarters, which were, unconveniently so, across the camp.
 
Nyx
 
The clouds were beautiful at this time of day. Nyx stared up at them, smiling as, with a flick of her wrist, she formed more to the east, their swirling masses pleasing her immensely. Her energy levels dropped in such a way that she barely noticed; Nyx grinned triumphantly.
 
"I'm so glad you're enjoying yourself," her instructor snapped. "You'll never pass the trainee camp, Miss Petrova!"
 
Nyx waved a hand. "Eh. Who needs to pass? All I need is for someone who needs a translator. Voila. I'm suddenly important."
 
Her instructor gave her a blank look, shook her head, and then walked off, muttering something under her breath. Nyx smirked before sauntering away, humming to herself.
 
That was a very successful day at trainee camp. I should pass in another four years or so, if I'm lucky.
 
The thought sounded exhausting, and Nyx sighed. Or I just won't pass at all. I'm perfectly happy right here.
 
(I'll post for Hail and Bobbi after some others have posted. ^_^ And I just now realized I used a name for one of my charrie's (Bobbi) that I've had before...my mind. I just don't know where it goes sometimes.)

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Dec. 30, 2012 at 5:45 pm

Aurora
 
Why. Why did this always happen to her? Aurora chewed on her lip and planted her fists on her hips. A new batch of weaponry had arrived earlier that day, and much to Aurora's annoyence, it had been assigned to her to check them all before distribution.
 
Just 'cause I'm the one with the techiness doesn't mean I like doing all this stuff.
 
Aurora frowned down at the dozen or so crates scattered across the ground and sighed, she was, personally, mildly offended that someone of her rank was ordered to do such a menial job, but it had been an order, so she would do it. Begrudgingly.
 
She stepped up to the closest crate and pried the lid off. The laser rifles lay in rows, nestled between sleeved of hay and various shredded paper. The rifles were brand new, Aurora could feel their hum without even touching them.
 
She reached down and slowly dragged her fingers across the weapons, walking around in a circle around the crate. It was quite easy to tell the weapons were fine. No glitches or anything else of the sort.
 
With a small sigh she looked around her at the rest of the crates. This was going to take awhile.
 
Ronan
 
"You little as.shole.!"

 
A small smirk slunk onto Ronan's face and his perfect brown eyes rolled before he turned around. With a mock expression of surprise, he lay his hand on his chest, eyes wide, "Who, me?"
 
His supervisor, a rather menecing man to most people, narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, "Do not speak to your superiors in that manner, Sheppard, I gave you a direct order!"
 
Ronan huffed and rolled his eyes again, only with a little more subtlety. "Yes, sir, I recognize you gave me an order, but seeing as  it is beneath me I elected to ignore it."
 
His commander's face got a deep red, but he kept his calm which was well-practiced after ten months with Ronan. "Sheppard, you get your little punk as.s back to the Shed and complete that inventory before I have you thrown in a cell for insubordination!"
 
Ronan stood there silently for a moment, his commander had locked him up once for a whole day. After a moment, Ronan let out a dramatic sigh, his smirk back on his lips, "Yes, sir, getting right to it."
 
Ronan sauntered past his commander with his hands in his pockets and a whistle on his lips as he headed for the Shed.
 
(How was that, Carson?)

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iluvnachoThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 5:47 pm

(Yay! ^.^ I suppose I'll also post for just two characters, also :) )
 
Jem
 
The girl's vitals were not in very good shape. Jem could tell that right away as soon as they brought her in. How old was she? Twelve? Surely not that old; she was tiny, with dark hair and unfocused gray eyes.
 
"I need Jenkens here stat."Jem ordered. In moments like these, everything came into sharp clarity. The scarlet blood pouring out of her chest, and feeble chest movements of her fluttering heart. Jem put his hands over her head. She was either blacked out because of the pain, or still conscious in agony. The tears streaming down her face gave it away, and Jem concentrated on taking the sense of pain away.
 
It was curious power, like most. Taking away senses, that is. It felt like he was reaching inside someone. Not in the literal sense, but more as if he was turning off a switch in the brain. The girl relaxed instantly, and Jem was glad she could no longer feel anything. Now it was just trying to keep her alive.
 
"Here, sir." Jenkins was righ tby his side, the promising young Healer gazing at her with wide blue eyes.
 
"She was shot. Multiple times. Name, unknown. Power, unknow. Age is approximately eleven years old, and we found her near Alberquergue(sp?), sir."Came the voice of clear eyed Jane, right next to her.
 
"Right. Jenkins, I want you to close her wounds. She has seemed to be shot in the lower abdomen, and we need to get her to stop bleeding." Jem's words were precise and sharp. Just another day in the infermary.
 
Snooze
 
Snooze did not like the rain forest. Repeat, did not.
 
First off, it was much too rainy. And loud. Every second he was jumping up into a tree just because of a branch cracking, or far off voices. Not fun. When he snuck on that airplane, he thought he was going to France, not here. Wherever here was. Maybe it would help if he could read.
 
Landing back on the ground, wringing his clammy hands, he decided that yes, it would help very much if he knew how to read.

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CarsonFairclothThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 7:52 pm

(Dani: It was fine. No problems. ^_^)
 
Hail
 
Of all the places and times, this has got to be the worst of them.
 
"Hey pretty boy."
 
Hail, unimpressed, turned around at the voice. Fort London was at his back, probably twelve miles in the distance; however, Platoons Five and Six were much closer, and camped just a mile from his vantage point on the muddy hill. The overcast sky gave everything an ominous feel. Hail shook off the feeling that kept leaving goosebumps on the back of his neck.
 
Three men stood before him, each armed to the tooth. The biggest of the three had stepped toward him, and when he spoke, Hail got the distinct impression this was the "leader" of the group. "Got any cash?"
 
"As a matter of fact, no. Lend a poor bloke some?"
 
"Food?"
 
"Also in short supply."
 
"Water?"
 
"There's a lovely creek just down the bank to your right."
 
The man's smile fell away, and he took another step forward. One more step and he would be breathing his reeking breath down Hail's forehead. "Got any weapons then, pretty boy?"
 
Hail smiled at that. "As a matter of fact, I do."
 
Faster than even Hail could blink, his handgun was out and aimed at the man's forehead, touching the sweaty skin there. The man blinked rapidly several times, his face turning red.
 
"Go on." Hail dropped the gun, waving a hand. The three were dressed in uniform, and Hail wondered, briefly, what kind of men the European Commander was letting in the army for the noble cause. "Leave before I change my mind."
 
The soldiers trotted off, and Hail smirked at the thought of their faces had they known who he was. He turned and, without a second thought, headed for Fort London, leaving the Platoons behindand hoping against hope that his father wasn't in town.
 
Bobbi
 
The city of love. Paris. Bobbi had pictured it so differently. For one, bombs were not falling from the sky. For two, she was not standing out like a blinking white beacon about to play camoflauge in Antartica.
 
Well. Bobbi had pictured it differently, to say the least.
 
"Duck!" Josh hissed, and Bobbi cursed as a grenade went off, shaking the ground and the rubble they hid behind.
 
"That was close," she muttered, and then grinned. "Wanna, I dunno...blast them to bits for me? I'd rather not."
 
"Prude," he sneered, but rolled his eyes and took a deep breath anyway. "Watch my six."
 
"Watch your six with what?" She protested, but he was already gone.
 
Wonderful.

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leah1027This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 7:53 pm

(Yay! :D)

Josepha

It was Jo's turn to be on scouting duty. She always dreaded the task- almost nothing ever happened and the mosquitos were always annoying- but she begrudgingly led the small group of soldiers behind her to the base camp's border with the rainforest without much complaint.

The heat, as expected of Central America, was sweltering despite the clouds blocking out the sun. Jo started to roll up her sleeves but quickly stopped herself once she realized what she was doing. She glanced quickly at the other soldiers, but no one had seemed to take any notice of her movements.

With a heavy sigh, she put her gun on the ground and sat with her back against a large tree, wondering if she'd be able to get away with sleeping on the job.


Selah

Yet again Selah found herself wandering through the New York base. Her apartment was only a short walk away and she always found herself drawn to the rowdy and casual atmosphere rather than the bitter silence left back at her home.

Not for the first time, she briefly considered if it would do her any good to join the military, and get to truly belong here at the base. With a short laugh at herself the idea was quickly shot down. Selah wasn't made for all of that soldier stuff. She could hardly run half a mile without having to take a break and the one time she'd shot a gun she'd been knocked right off her feet. The thought of her actually participating in a war was a laughable idea- she'd leave all of that to the soldiers, the people who actually knew how to fight.

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leah1027This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 7:53 pm

(Yay! :D)

Josepha

It was Jo's turn to be on scouting duty. She always dreaded the task- almost nothing ever happened and the mosquitos were always annoying- but she begrudgingly led the small group of soldiers behind her to the base camp's border with the rainforest without much complaint.

The heat, as expected of Central America, was sweltering despite the clouds blocking out the sun. Jo started to roll up her sleeves but quickly stopped herself once she realized what she was doing. She glanced quickly at the other soldiers, but no one had seemed to take any notice of her movements.

With a heavy sigh, she put her gun on the ground and sat with her back against a large tree, wondering if she'd be able to get away with sleeping on the job.


Selah

Yet again Selah found herself wandering through the New York base. Her apartment was only a short walk away and she always found herself drawn to the rowdy and casual atmosphere rather than the bitter silence left back at her home.

Not for the first time, she briefly considered if it would do her any good to join the military, and get to truly belong here at the base. With a short laugh at herself the idea was quickly shot down. Selah wasn't made for all of that soldier stuff. She could hardly run half a mile without having to take a break and the one time she'd shot a gun she'd been knocked right off her feet. The thought of her actually participating in a war was a laughable idea- she'd leave all of that to the soldiers, the people who actually knew how to fight.

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iluvnachoThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Dec. 30, 2012 at 8:15 pm

Snooze
 
The thing about Central America was that it was crawling with soldiers. A few times, he almost got caught by a few humans. They were tricky to see because of their black uniforms, and on several attempts of soldiers trying to get them, Snooze knocked them out just because of his fear. He did not know of any particularly kind humans, except a doctor that treated his wounds after he escaped the Safehouse. Thinking of the Safehouse made Snooze think of Alice, and where she might be...
 
No. No. Don't think about Alice. You will find her. Snooze firmly thought, walking through the endless underbrush of the rainforest. The humidity seemed to leak inside of him, and some more branches cracking made him scramble up the nearest tree. He was lucky he was so gangly for his age; his long arms and legs came in handy forscaling the huge trunks and wide branches.
 
A Gifted soldier came into veiw, just then. Snooze didn't relax at the sight of her--it definately looked like a girl, with her hair sweeped into a ponytail--just because he was wary about everyone. Still, he peered down at her curiously.
 
The last contact with a Gifted soldier was...well, Snooze couldn't even remember. The heat made tings very hazy, and he hesitated on approaching her. She might have weapons. Could kill him.
 
But, Snooze reminded himself, his jaw set in a determined line a sweat trickled down his temple,She might have information about Alice. Still, he waited.
 
Eve
 
"It's simple, then. Take the troops East of he border,rather than straight into France itself."Eve's voice came out strong and clipped at the war meeting. The tactics of trying to get Paris France into their hands was endless. She sat at the head of the table, her figure small, but radiating with power. She was in charge, right now.
 
"But, Eve, we can't do that."Her younger brother, Eli, was the only one brace enough to interject. Like Eve, he had blonde hair, short and ruffled, though his brown eyes were very different than her blue ones. And whereas she was tinily built, Eli's stature was huge and broad, making him tower more than a foor over her. Eve's expression remained stony, and impassive."The East is blocked severely by many strongly Gifted; I hear one can blow up things with his mind! Are we willing to risk that many soldiers?"
 
"Any soldier knows what they signed up for."Eve responsed bluntly, her blue eyes hard as ice."And I'm not interested in any rumors. It is critacl that we get past the East barriers first, before anything."She explained, standing up. Her laser point outlined France, and th defenses against them."Until Hail comes, I think we should wait for further discussion."
 
Please don't tell me he got caught up with his father, of all people. Eve thought to herself. I should have been to my platoons an hour ago, at least.

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Dec. 30, 2012 at 8:30 pm

Noah

Noah could hardly force himself to pay attention to what the instructor was saying as she demonstrated to the group on how to shoot a gun properly. The only thing he could seem to think of was how humiliating the situation was.

He doubted that any of the other soldiers here was older than seventeen or eighteen years old, yet he had to be stuck in the same training class as them. To say the least, he hated it, especially since he could see the smoke rising from where the real fighting was happening right outside the city.

He felt a sudden bitterness towards himself again for spending too much time on schooling and not enough in preparing for being a soldier, although the rational part of his mind didn't really regret it. They did call him in every now and then for translations, but they had other people in those positions already and they couldn't very well send him into battle without proper training.

And so he ended up stuck in this beginners' class. Even though he knew that when it came to his experience with wars he was at the same level as the others, he couldn't help but think that it was beneath him.

"Alright," The instructor said, dropping her gun and facing them. "That's it for today. You've all got some free time for the time being. Be at the mess hall for dinner by six." With that the crowd of soldiers dispersed, talking quietly to each other.

Noah hung back behind the others and quietly branched off to go to a different section of fort Paris. He had only been here for a few months and intended to explore every part of the place before his training was done.


Jo

When it seemed like the other soldiers were far enough away not to notice her, Jo decided it would be worth the risk to take a nap. She leaned her head back against the trunk, starting to close her eyes.

Except her eyes never closed completely before she opened them again, because up in the tree, clinging to the thin branches, was a haggard little boy. It was obvious that he'd spotted her but he didn't move.

She just stared back at him for a moment. He had ratty black hair and it was clear by his appearance that he'd been living without a home for some time now. He didn't seem scared though, just curious.

Jo's first thought was that she should go alert the others, but instead she just waved a gloved hand up at the boy.

"Hey," She said, smiling slightly. "What're you doing up there?"

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