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Lily awkwardly hurried into her seat in the chopper and strapped herself in as the officer urged everyone inside. This was it then, wasn’t it? She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She’d been preparing for battle for months at this point. It was disconcerting to think that she was now out of time to prepare. How much of her training would she be able to hold onto once it came down to it?
Around her, everyone was reacting differently. Some were praying, some were silent as the grave. Some looked like they were about to throw up, while others looked more collected, like they’d done this before.
The atmosphere in here is too damn depressing, she thought. She thought about making some stupid joke; try to lighten the mood a little bit. Hey, is it too late to go use the toilet? She chuckled softly to herself.
She decided against it. Everyone was tense enough. They didn’t need to deal with her being obnoxious on top of everything else. She sighed, sat back in her seat, and started to look around. She suddenly noticed that she was sitting next to the New Zealander from earlier.
It’ll probably be a few more minutes, might as well strike up some conversation, she thought.
“Hey. We met earlier, didn’t we?” she asked the girl. “I didn’t catch your name. I’m Leigh. Lily Leigh.”
Around her, everyone was reacting differently. Some were praying, some were silent as the grave. Some looked like they were about to throw up, while others looked more collected, like they’d done this before.
The atmosphere in here is too damn depressing, she thought. She thought about making some stupid joke; try to lighten the mood a little bit. Hey, is it too late to go use the toilet? She chuckled softly to herself.
She decided against it. Everyone was tense enough. They didn’t need to deal with her being obnoxious on top of everything else. She sighed, sat back in her seat, and started to look around. She suddenly noticed that she was sitting next to the New Zealander from earlier.
It’ll probably be a few more minutes, might as well strike up some conversation, she thought.
“Hey. We met earlier, didn’t we?” she asked the girl. “I didn’t catch your name. I’m Leigh. Lily Leigh.”
Sorry I haven't been posting. Been having some writer's block. I am still alive though.
Lily’s ears perked up at the conversation she overheard between Hale and the New Zealander. If he was going to be heading into battle, that meant that there wasn’t anything keeping the rest of them away from the front lines. She didn’t know exactly how to feel about that, but at least the waiting would be over soon.
“Does this mean we’ll be seeing some action now?” she asked the two of them tentatively.
“Does this mean we’ll be seeing some action now?” she asked the two of them tentatively.
Lily raised an eyebrow quizzically when someone actually fished out a deck of cards.
“Really? I was actually kidding, I didn’t think anybody really had one,” she said. She looked at the cards, then shrugged. It was better than doing nothing. She picked up the pack and opened it. “You know how to play Crazy Eights?” she asked the girl who’d given her the cards. She looked into the pack and groaned. About half of the cards were missing for some reason. “Well, that’s lovely. Never mind.” She showed the half-empty pack to the girl. “Who does this?” She closed the pack and started absentmindedly throwing it up into the air and catching it.
She played catch with herself in silence for a moment before breaking the ice. “So, where you from?” she asked the girl who’d fished out the cards. She couldn’t place her accent. Australian, maybe?
“Really? I was actually kidding, I didn’t think anybody really had one,” she said. She looked at the cards, then shrugged. It was better than doing nothing. She picked up the pack and opened it. “You know how to play Crazy Eights?” she asked the girl who’d given her the cards. She looked into the pack and groaned. About half of the cards were missing for some reason. “Well, that’s lovely. Never mind.” She showed the half-empty pack to the girl. “Who does this?” She closed the pack and started absentmindedly throwing it up into the air and catching it.
She played catch with herself in silence for a moment before breaking the ice. “So, where you from?” she asked the girl who’d fished out the cards. She couldn’t place her accent. Australian, maybe?
Lily paced awkwardly around the room.
"This sucks," she said to nobody in particular. Everybody in the room had long since stopped paying attention to her mumbling, but thinking out loud helped her to work out the nerves.
More than anything else in the world, Lily hated standing around and doing nothing. But with the battle raging outside, she was forced to do exactly that; wait until they were sent in, if they ever even were. She’d been waiting for the day when she’d have to fight her first real battle ever since she left England. She’d trained and prepared for it. But she never prepared herself for all of the damn waiting. The waiting was the worst part. It gave her time to think about what the hell she’d gone and gotten herself into, and about all of the people who were going to be trying to kill her as soon as she stepped out onto the beach.
She stopped pacing and leaned against the wall. She glanced over at the male cargo. His being on board was probably the reason they were so far away from the action. Can’t risk reducing the breeding stock, after all. She couldn’t decide whether she should be thanking him for keeping her away from the danger or cursing him for making her stand around waiting for it.
She suddenly realized that she'd been absentmindedly tapping her foot the entire time she'd been standing there. She really couldn't ever seem to hold still. She sighed heavily and sat down.
"So," she asked the room. "Has anybody got a deck of cards?"
"This sucks," she said to nobody in particular. Everybody in the room had long since stopped paying attention to her mumbling, but thinking out loud helped her to work out the nerves.
More than anything else in the world, Lily hated standing around and doing nothing. But with the battle raging outside, she was forced to do exactly that; wait until they were sent in, if they ever even were. She’d been waiting for the day when she’d have to fight her first real battle ever since she left England. She’d trained and prepared for it. But she never prepared herself for all of the damn waiting. The waiting was the worst part. It gave her time to think about what the hell she’d gone and gotten herself into, and about all of the people who were going to be trying to kill her as soon as she stepped out onto the beach.
She stopped pacing and leaned against the wall. She glanced over at the male cargo. His being on board was probably the reason they were so far away from the action. Can’t risk reducing the breeding stock, after all. She couldn’t decide whether she should be thanking him for keeping her away from the danger or cursing him for making her stand around waiting for it.
She suddenly realized that she'd been absentmindedly tapping her foot the entire time she'd been standing there. She really couldn't ever seem to hold still. She sighed heavily and sat down.
"So," she asked the room. "Has anybody got a deck of cards?"
This RP have room for one more?
Name: Lilian Leigh
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Nationality: English
Appearance:
Personality: Lily has an extremely sarcastic, smartass sense of humor and an uninhibited personality, often acting on whatever impulses occur to her, which leads to her frequently coming across as rude and abrasive. She is very extroverted, talking loudly and often whenever possible. She always tries to be straightforward with her intentions and hates people who manipulate others. Her social skills are excellent and she has an intuitive understanding of how other people think. When it comes to working with others, Lily is flexible and open-minded, always being the first one to suggest compromise. However, she lacks creativity, always focusing on finding straight-forward, efficient, and pragmatic solutions to problems rather than thinking outside of the box. She’s highly motivated and hard-working and hates sitting still for too long.
Strengths: Lily has studied martial arts from a young age and is skilled in multiple styles. She’s also proficient and accurate with firearms, particularly pistols and rifles.
Weaknesses: When it comes to problem-solving, Lily is fairly narrow-minded and has difficulty thinking up creative or unorthodox solutions to problems. She also has difficulty functioning and keeping her emotions in check on the battlefield due to her inexperience as a soldier.
Equipment: A Beretta M9, an M16 rifle, and a combat knife
Bio: Lily was born in Birmingham, England to a middle-class couple named James and Carol Leigh. Lily’s mother passed away due to illness when she was just a baby, and she was raised alone by her father. Growing up, Lily was very close to her father, but her father was always fervently against her desire to join the military when she came of age in hopes of making a difference with her life. The issue was rendered moot when, just before Lily turned eighteen, her father fell deathly ill. Lily chose to stay home and take care of her father as best she could. He lived for more than a year after that before finally passing away, at which point the grief-stricken Lily, feeling that she no longer had anything holding her back, finally enlisted in the army.
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Nationality: English
Appearance:
Personality: Lily has an extremely sarcastic, smartass sense of humor and an uninhibited personality, often acting on whatever impulses occur to her, which leads to her frequently coming across as rude and abrasive. She is very extroverted, talking loudly and often whenever possible. She always tries to be straightforward with her intentions and hates people who manipulate others. Her social skills are excellent and she has an intuitive understanding of how other people think. When it comes to working with others, Lily is flexible and open-minded, always being the first one to suggest compromise. However, she lacks creativity, always focusing on finding straight-forward, efficient, and pragmatic solutions to problems rather than thinking outside of the box. She’s highly motivated and hard-working and hates sitting still for too long.
Strengths: Lily has studied martial arts from a young age and is skilled in multiple styles. She’s also proficient and accurate with firearms, particularly pistols and rifles.
Weaknesses: When it comes to problem-solving, Lily is fairly narrow-minded and has difficulty thinking up creative or unorthodox solutions to problems. She also has difficulty functioning and keeping her emotions in check on the battlefield due to her inexperience as a soldier.
Equipment: A Beretta M9, an M16 rifle, and a combat knife
Bio: Lily was born in Birmingham, England to a middle-class couple named James and Carol Leigh. Lily’s mother passed away due to illness when she was just a baby, and she was raised alone by her father. Growing up, Lily was very close to her father, but her father was always fervently against her desire to join the military when she came of age in hopes of making a difference with her life. The issue was rendered moot when, just before Lily turned eighteen, her father fell deathly ill. Lily chose to stay home and take care of her father as best she could. He lived for more than a year after that before finally passing away, at which point the grief-stricken Lily, feeling that she no longer had anything holding her back, finally enlisted in the army.
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