forum Role-play where we get drafted into the army, and bad things start to go down (CLOSED)

Started July 04, 2018 by @Oakiin

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"At least we won't bounce around too much if we go over a bump," Vin said cheerfully. "Hopefully nobody here is as claustrophobic as I am."

"If I wasn't before, I probably am now." Ellen muttered.

For hours you drove, until finally the trucks stopped. The dull blast of a train whistle sounded outside. The doors swung open and the soldiers gladly piled out, shivering in the cold air. Lennie hopped out and stretched.
"There's our next ride, I bet," he said with a yawn, pointing to a comparatively comfortable looking passenger train. Though most of the windows were smashed out, indicating a cold ride, it at least had seats, and enough for everyone.
The guards escorted the on board, and the soldiers split up, each sticking close to their squad-mates.
Lennie flopped down in a seat. "Great, I'm freezing already. Try to stay below the windows, it'll help you stay out of the drafts.

Ellen nodded, plopping down next to him. She pulled a hair tie out of her bag and pulled her short curly hair back in a ponytail as best she could.

Vin didn't seem too affected by the cold, but he buttoned up his uniform anyway, trying to see outside. "I wonder where we are now."

"My guess is outside the Canadian border," Lennie said. "Other then that we could be anywhere from Maine to Michigan, judging by how far we drove."

"Huh." Ellen craned her neck trying to see outside. "Never been to either place before this."

"Where did you used to live?" Lennie asked. "I was in Arizona. Far cry from this place's cold."

"Oregon." Ellen said. "Before that it was Idaho and Colorado."

"I'm from Colorado too," Vin said with a smile. "Although I've done a lot of traveling in my life. Deserts and mountains are my favorite."

Ellen nodded, smiling a bit.

"Ah, Colorado," Lennie said with a sigh. "How I love it there. Woulda lived there if not for my job."

"What was your job?" Vin inquired.

"I was a…security force member," Lennie replied. "Call it special forces if you want. Our base was in Arizona, and though we traveled a lot, that was home."

Vin raised his eyebrows. "Woah, now I see why our team's special. You've actually got experience with this kind of thing?"

"Not with war, no," Lennie said. "But yeah, I've been in my fair share of fights and bad situations."

"Huh. Okay." Vin glanced at Ellen. "What about you, Ellen? What did you do before the drafting?"

"I was training to be a technician." Ellen said, playing with the ties on her bag.

"Huh," Lennie said. "That's a valuable career path, I commend you."

"Nice. Seems like we have a pretty balanced team, all in all. There's the brains–" He nodded at Ellen. "–the brawn–" He grinned at Lennie. "–and me. The….heart? I don't know. I aced the emergency first-aid tests, so maybe I should be the team medic."

Ellen chuckled. "Sounds good to me."

"Fair!" Lennie laughed. "I think we'll be okay."

"Great! Also, since we're on the subject, I think we should have a better name than Team 300 or whatever. Any ideas?"

"Team W.A.R.? That's the first letter of our last names combined." Ellen shrugged. "Kind of stupid though."

"Uhhhhh," Lennie said. "I um. Ah. Yeah, I have no idea. Maybe like Team Not-gonna-put-up-with-y'all's-trash?"

"Actually, I like Weaver's idea," Lennie added. "I sounds cool to me."

"Hmm. That is pretty cool, actually. I'm down." He grinned. "High-five, Team W.A.R.!"

Ellen grinned too, accepting the high-five.

Lennie slapped his palm against Vin's, grinning. "Awesome."

"Now I guess we wait, and try not to die." Vin glanced wistfully at the sky outside. "I hope they give us something to eat at some point, I'm starving."