UNMC Reserve Academy

[Myviewing]

Allan finally saw the way into the base as the metallic doors were pointed out he ran ahead with every last ounce of strength his legs could carry. Despite his efforts it still managed to put him somewhere in the back of the crowd but not in last like he feared. There was some guy who offered to go last and another who was coming in second to last.

Upon first investigation of the installment, Allan wondered if he was in a Reserves Camp or if he was secretly sent to prison. The place didn’t seem to have any sense of maintenance since… ancient times. His thoughts were only the first impression though and not something he wanted to get out in the open. This kind of observation was only something that would get him a long sarcastic comment about how he should have stayed at home. If anything, the beds would hopefully at least be bearable and he could just look forward to training for the rest of the day.

“Should have seen this coming.” After going through the whole process of making his uniform measurements, he was sent to the soldier quarters to change. Fortunately it didn’t faze Allan too badly having grown up with three other men in his family. It was something he was at least somewhat used to by now.
Still he managed to avoid being too cluttered next to other people man or woman. Out of politeness he tried his best not to catch the form of any of the female occupants in worry of embarrassing them or cutting his eyesight short. He did accidentally see on woman nearby who seemed indifferent about it, but he felt that even trying to speak to her on this situation would not end well for him. After just a minute or so, Allan was dressed in uniform and

Just when Allan was hoping for the worst to be over, it seemed to take another turn entirely. I wonder if it might have been better to go last after all… Oh well… He knew the military usually got a type of food that would be streamlined enough to fit shipping and other variables. Sadly it didn’t account for making the food look all too appealing. There was nothing he could do now but begin taking in something rather than just going hungry. It wasn’t so bad once he took a few sips into it though.

[MatchaMochi]

Once the entrance to the bunker had been discovered by a young man that was kind hearted enough to share the information, the air was filled with the sound of pounding feet and labored breaths. Ania had little trouble keeping herself out of last place, though she was quickly growing winded, even having to stop briefly at the top of the hill and catch her breath. Sweat beaded at her temples, coating her cropped hairline, and she stared down the hill with a mixture of anticipation, dread, and annoyance. She was certainly capable of physical activity, but she wasn't so used to prolonged exertion, much less the frigid cold of the Russian tundra. Her lungs were spiked with pain as she tried to take deep breaths of the cold air, wincing as she breathed deeply through her nose in an attempt to regulate her breathing. She allowed three people to pass her, before breaking into a sprint again, easily making her way down the hill and gaining some of her lost ground. Having scavenged quite a bit during her time in Germany, she was good at finding her footing in sloped environments like this, since the task had often required her to navigate large scrap heaps.

Finally reaching the entrance, with several people still behind her, and many more ahead of her, she slowed to a walk before entering the down trodden building. The same black haired man from before stood at the entrance, looking bright and tolerant, obviously allowing others to pass him. She cast him a wary glance as she passed by, her brows drawing low over her eyes. What in the world would possess someone, in the same situation as the rest of them, to display an act of selflessness? This was clearly a place where you looked out for your own hide...a tactic perhaps? One with a more sinister motive than he let on? With a small sigh, she rolled her eyes, deciding not to dwell on it.

As she rattled off her measurements and received her uniform, she was only mildly surprised that they had to change in each others presence without an ounce of privacy. It was only natural, really, that they would try to weed out the weaklings through humility. Though Ania found the situation mildly disconcerting, she could hardly be bothered to care, her thoughts focused on food and sleep. Slipping off her clothes, she revealed very little, wearing a sport's bra and spandex over her panties. As she pulled the shirt over her head, she noticed a fair haired individual nearby trying his best to avoid looking at those around him, and smirked. Innocence would probably be a rare trait around here, and she doubted many others shared his consideration, making him almost endearing in a way. Kind of like a puppy.

Shaking her head, she got into the line and grabbed her food, nabbing a seat at the nearest open spot, she stared down into the bowl scrutinizingly, before picking the spoon up and slowly ingesting the mysterious substance that was supposed to pass for soup.

[Manic Q]

"Yer a Railly boy, aren't ya!" sang an Irish accent behind him, it was a decent sized brown haired man "I heard ya Raillys are strong supporters of the emerald isle en such." The Irish man sat beside him, obviously trying to be chummy but this was simply annoying Bosco "You prolly have some deep root of Irish heritage, just look yer hair. Not to mention your da bein' a boxin' legend en all, I wager ya got a few moves up dem sleeves." The Irish gave him a knock in the shoulder and some sort of auto-pilot kicked in.

Bosco realized what he was doing only after he had the man pinned down to the floor, he was about to let the guy go when another Irishman saw this as some sort of racist attack and broke his soup bowl over Bosco's back. He retaliated with an uppercut that sent him flying into a table of bystanders, Bosco could feel every eye on him which made him nervous as well as cautious... he felt like he wasn't done fighting, the next person to step forward was going to attack him and he would counter like he always did.

[Selene2Moon]

Lyric found herself near the back of the line as people crowded to reach the entrance of the bunker. She was pushed from behind as her peers raced to get inside. Apparently, the fear of losing the first meal was quite an effective incentive. She finally found herself inside the building, and was grateful to be out of the frigid weather, though the temperature inside was far from warm. Her lips trembled from the previous cold, and her cheeks had flushed pink. They grew a darker shade when she realized what was happening next. When everyone was present inside the bunker, the officials ordered them into their uniforms. Only, there were no changing stations available. Lyric stepped aside and allowed others to receive their uniforms before her. The idea of changing openly in front of her male and female peers alarmed her. She couldn't quite explain her reluctance to partake in the event. It wasn't like she was surrounded by perverts waiting for her expose her skin. Nor was it likely that others would poke fun at her scrawny, and frankly shapeless, body. Still, Lyric couldn't find the courage to step forward and receive her uniform. She bit her lip and glanced around, noticing that by now most of the recruits had already changed and were heading towards the food. If she didn't hurry she would be the only one left. Then she would stick out more. Lyric held her breath, and with slow, controlled steps, she edged toward the uniforms. It seemed an eternity before she reached the table with stacks of shirts and pants. Of course, by then the amount had dwindled to a select few. The woman handing them out looked at Lyric with a frown.

“If you'd have come sooner you would have gotten a uniform that fit you better, but since you're so late in picking up your uniform you'll have to wear a size bigger,” the officer scowled and pressed a gray uniform into Lyric's arms. “Yes, ma'am, thank you,” she mumbled and scurried to a faraway wall. There were no hiding spots in the large room, so Lyric decided to face away from the crowd. She blushed and quickly shed her shirt and pants. Her undergarments beneath were matching with blue and pink stripes. They were quickly hidden as she pulled on the dull uniform that consisted of a gray t shirt and pants. Once changed, she slinked off toward where people had congregated for their meals.

Some ruckus had occurred and most people had stopped eating to watch the events as a man overpowered and pinned another man to the ground. Lyric blinked, instantly recognizing one of them as the person who woke her up. His face seemed familiar, but from where? Lyric knitted her brows together as she searched her mind for a name. She smiled suddenly as the light bulb flashed on over her head. He was a Railly! She knew that she had seen that face before. Just then, an Irish man came charging at the Railly boy, and almost instinctively, he threw the man back. It was impressive, but Lyric noted, also dangerous. Violence among members was strictly prohibited; this was a rule so fundamental that it need not be voiced. She side glanced at the officers in the vicinity, noticing their grimaces and quickly thought of a way to diffuse the situation. “Um, hey,” she said, stepping forward toward Railly, “you're the one that woke me, up right? I just wanted to, um, say thank you from before. My name is Lyric, Lyric Depaul.” She offered him her hand to shake, and accented the situation with a charming smile. It was all she could think of to divert the attention away from the fight.

[Manic Q]

He turned toward the next footstep, clenching his fist in anticipation but it never came... at least not what he expected. It was the sleeping girl from before... she held out her hand and smiled. Lyric. He struggled to realize he wasn't in any danger, no one was after him, and he may even have been in the wrong.... so he may not have gone that far in his empathy but he relaxed and took the hand before him and shook it. He could mirror the smile that was given to him, not unless he felt like he were winning. And while putting down 2 recruits with ease may have been deemed a win elsewhere, here they were on his own team.

"I'm Bosco Railly" The name rang some familiarity among the crowd, his name carried more fame than his face. "I didn't feel comfortable leaving you behind." HE released her hand, not sure why she would want to talk to him after what he had done.