Strikers
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Thread Topic: Strikers
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(are we in the suits or are we in casual clothing?)
i never wanted to be a part of the striker program. i was forced into it by the governments orders. -
(Casual)
Once everyone was lined up, the line slowly moved forward. At the front, officers were giving everyone a military uniform. The only difference between girl's and boy's outfits were that girl had skirts and boys had pants. When I made it there a girl asked me what my size was. "14," I replied. She handed me a folded uniform. I walked back to my place in line. -
(I meant to do that in 3rd person. Oh well.)
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eventually i got called for what my size was. i didn't reply, just grabbed the suit that fitted me.
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(I think we should wait for the others now. Also 'cause I gtg. Bye!)
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peace mang)
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Karrie walked after the others slowly. Under one arm was her pressed and folded uniform. The other hand fingered with the gold locket around her neck.
Like looked around anxiously. Except for one girl, everyone was older than him. -
(I'm changing that Dominique to Nick. Too long to remember.)
As Nick had entered the governmental secret under-ground bunker training area, he felt very nervous, not only because he could easily fail the training and be put in the front lines, but even if he didn't, so? He would still be hunting heavily-guarded hives straight-on. Not a very good way to live to 130. But, once he got those anxious thoughts out of his head, he let out a suspicious sigh, and very slowly slugged to the out-fit receiving room. As he reared up to the back of the line, he was still very nervous, thinking petty things, such as even "What if they run out of boy's out-fits?! THEN I'LL HAVE TO WEAR A SKIRT! Bad enough those girls have to wear the cheesy things, any-way.". Soon enough, he bared the confidence to lock him-self in the line, and in a few minutes, right in front of the battle gear personnel. "Ok, 2 questions. What aura, and what size?" followed by Nick's "Umm, it'll be... White and (Tall, yet slim size! I'm hoping...) 7, 4.". After he stated the needed, the man shuffled through a some-what large pile of folded partially-armored suits, and brought out a tall, and slim, white suit with what looked like metal decorations of a crafted sun out from near the bottom, and gave it to Nick. "Thanks." Nick said, right before rushing to his dorm to familiarize him-self with the suit.
(Sorry so long.) -
In one of many pristine white changing rooms, Karrie held up the skirt between two fingers, giving it a distrusting look. But she sighed, knowing that no matter how long she tried to prevent it, she'd have to give up her jeans at some point. Tossing the offending article aside, she began to pull on the rest of her suit. The top was skintight and black, with fiery red lines running down along the sides and arms. The bottoms were skintight black leggings, to be worn under the hated skirt. The girly item, in truth, wasn't all bad, but to discard her reputation so easily was what bothered Lardie. Still, there were more important things to worry about, she told herself as she tugged it on. It was flame red, falling just a bit past her knees. It was split on either side, almost up to the top. To complete the outfit Karrie slipped into a pair of cherry red boots. Pushing opened the door, she exited the girl's changing area and navigated back to where she had been told to meet.
Luke stood before a full wall mirror, studying the uniform he had been given. It was pure white, with pale blue accents on the sleeves and a purple belt. He ha also been handed a pair of sturdy black boots, which Luke appreciated, as they made him stand a few inches taller. At least he wasn't the youngest one there... -
(Is it just me, or do these costumes remind people of Power Rangers?)
(Oh, and Lucky, I'm waiting for you on the other Role-Play.) -
I know, I'm waiting for Beight. And yes I was thinking the same thing! XD)
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Nora walked into the girls' change room. She unfolded the uniform. The skirt was definitely suppose to be a distinctive attribute to tell girls from boys.
She slipped on a black long sleeve blouse. Then she put on a yellow tie and slipped a black tuxedo jacket with tails. The jacket had a yellow stripe on each sleeve. She put on a yellow knee length pencil skirt. She put on black stockings. Then shee slipped on a pair of yellow heeled ankle boots with black heels. She looked in the full body mirror. Her colour theme was the same as a bumble bee's, but it still looked nice.
Nora walked out and towards the meeting spot. Every new recruit was there. A man appeared on the screen above the crowd. His voice boomed over the speakers, "Attention new recruits. In this next room, you will choose a item to become your device. They may look like regular items, but they hold your future armour and weapons. You will enter one at a time. Good luck." Then the screen flickered off. -
Karrie an Luke looked around, neither willing to be the guinea pig.
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Nick had stayed in his dorm, making a few alterations to his suit. For one thing he welded the super-strong tights with chiseled bright rocks, giving it more protection. He never did put it on, at-least for now, and was busy trying to hack the data files for the science group to see what they might go up against.
When he finally opened up the files, he was surprised to see the aliens weren't that much stronger or faster than humans, but still more power-ful physical wise. He knew he should've been in the meeting hall, so he took a pencil, gripped it with his teeth, and feverishly looked over any files that seemed important. Soon enough, he was sweating all over and didn't see what plans the governmental group was taking. He thought he heard walking right next to his small, cluttered room and exited the scientific alien-related files, but contemplated whether he would have the time to hack the federal data-base.
Hacking the federal data-base would give an exponential boost to his strategies, and would possibly allow him to live to, say, the next month. But he also knew he was taking a huge risk since it would take a long time.
(You guys control what happens. Should, or should I not?) -
(Your choice. I let people choose their own paths for their characters.)
The crowd was mostly silent. Nora looked around. The voice boomed through the speaker, "What? No one?" Then Nora raised her hand. "I'll go," she said. "Thank you for volunteering." The voice said. Two military officers escorted Nora to the door. The door opened. Nora took a deep breath, then walked inside, the door closing behind her.
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