R.O.T.C: The Camp!

Okay, something I’ve always wanted to do! It’s time to start an ROTC Storybook!

Alright, this will be a storybook about ROTC Summer Camp, which is nothing more than a week-long high-school-version of Basic training. You’ll run, you’ll sweat,, you’ll train, all that good stuff. Unfortunately, yes, as always, there are catches…

Rules

While participating, I am in charge. I will be the AI (Army Instructor) in charge of the group, so I will be taking you to our destinations, giving you missions, and evaluating you.

Don’t go anywhere without a buddy, even at the base. Teamwork, remember?

You will have chances to have fun, talk, play sports, and relax in the evenings. Go wherever you want within the allowed areas, do whatever you want.

If you start a relationship here, keep it clean. You should know what I’m talking about! Kissing, hugging, and holding hands is acceptable.

Here’s the main catch: if someone with a higher rank or myself tells you to do something, you do it. Maybe if you work hard enough, you’ll outrank them eventually! XD

If at any time you want to quit and leave the story, do something at one of the courses to get yourself hurt, get sick, or just beg to go home and have your parents come get you.

Ranks

You will earn ranks as the story progresses, but I decide who gets the promotion and what they get depending on how well they work with their teammates, how determined they are, how they respond to different scenarios, and how strategic or knowledgeable they are. Don’t worry. I won’t give you anything beyond my own understanding.

Private
Corporal
Sargeant
First Sargeant
Second Lieutenant
First Lieutenant
Captain
Major
Lieutenant Colonel

Rewards

There will be rewards. In the evening, I will hand out awards such as “Most Motivated Cadet,” “Most Improved Cadet,” “Most Outstanding Cadet,” and so on. You will have random privileges to go along with that, but just for the night.

At the end of the storybook, I will then hand out the final awards, only the privileges will be bragging rights. Then it’s over! You’ll be done!

As stated already, this will last over seven days. You arrive on Sunday, train on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, have a free day on Friday, and go home on Saturday.

**In case you’re wondering, I’m basing this whole thing off of the ROTC Camp I went to just over the summer. I know what I’m doing! **
Profile

Don’t worry aout listing a rank. Everyone is starting off with the same thing (excluding me, since I’m the AI) to make it fair: Private.

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Reason for coming:
Goal(s) in life:
Bio:

Have fun!

Name: Adrianne Perdue
Age: 26 years
Rank: Second Lieutenant
Appearance: 5'8", slender but with muscle, reddish blonde hair that she keeps in a ponytail, and blue-gray eyes
Reason for coming: She couldn't resist the opportunity to pre-train future Enlisted!
Goal(s) in life: She's already reached her goal: survive basic training and become an instructor and chaperon at Summer Camp!
Bio: She is an only daughter and comes from a family with a long military history. She likes being with teenagers because they are fun, innocent (in most cases), and always need a helping hand with something! She participates in the camp courses alongside her subordinates just for the fun of it. She is generally patient and easy to get along with; but stubborness, obnoxiousness, and downright defiance will shorten her temper.

All right! Who else will join?

Name: Senra Jones
Age: 17
Rank: Sargeant
Appearance: Long black hair, tan skin, she is half cherokee the others half white, Sharp blue eyes, she rarely smiles
Reason for coming: She is an 'unrurely' foster child that no one wanted anymore so they sent her there
Goal(s) in life: To take care of herself
Bio: You'll see (aka, don't ahve one as of yet)

Name: Chaney Michaels
Age: 17
Appearance: She's about 5'5", long dark brown hair that's slightly curly, blue eyes, athletic build but mostly that of a runner rather than a sports star.
Reason for coming: She needed to get out of her hometown for a little while and this was the only way to do it.
Goal(s) in life: She ultimately wants to help people, but not in the military.
Bio: Chaney, her twin brother and her boyfriend were in a car accident during the last school year. Her brother and boyfriend both died and Chaney spent a month in the hospital herself (though she has had well enough time to recover now). Since the accident she's been very quite, and she isn't very open about her life. She throws herself into everything she does to avoid having to see the pity on her friends faces and she is really just looking for somewhere that she can go where no one knows her life story.

Sure! I'll join!

Name: Tanner Lindsay
Age 16
Appearance: Tall, blond, but not very muscular. He will come here to get strong.
Reason for Coming: His father was a WW11 Private, and he wants to follow his father's footsteps.
Goals: See above.
Bio: His father told him really cool stories of his battles, and so Tanner wanted to be just like him. He has trained, and has really good mechanical skills, and wants to be a pilot. He needs to train to hold and use a gun, work out and become a pilot.


when will this story start?

*I hate to do this, but I'll be gone for a bit, if y'all start if you wouldn't mind bringing Senra in and just keeping her alive that would be great*

*We need a few more people before we can get this thing rolling...I need at least a whole team (six to ten people)...*

(I'm in)

Name: Drake Wiskot

Age: 19

Appearance: Dark brown hair, thick. Average build. Strong legs, a good runner. Prefers baggy clothes, but will wear what is necessary. Dark blue eyes. Always has a pocket knife with him no matter where he goes.

Reason for coming: It is punishment. Right into college he nearly beat a fellow classmate to death and pulled his knife on him. He claims the boy was about to rap a girl which is in debate. Instead of Jail he is sent to boot camp.

Goal(s) in life: He wants to protect people. His mother was rapped and murder and his father was killed by friendly fire. He wants to right the wrongs he thinks every human being has.

Bio: After his parents died he became very holy. Quiet most of the time he wants to become stronger. He took up smoking at 17 as a result of his parents death. Even so he smokes about half a pack a day. Only when he's stressed or needs to take a load off.

This sounds pretty cool. I'm new here, so I don't quite understand the point of a story book. Would someone tell me just exactly how this works?

Anyway, my character__

Name: Yakov Katzenelenbogen. People usually just call him Katz.

Age: 17

Appearance: 5' 8" -that's about 1.8 meters. Black hair, green eyes, dark complexion. Muscular build. Shorter legs, long torso. Scars all over his body as results from his daredevil personality. Only one on his face runs along his right cheek down to his neck.

Reasons for coming: Thought it sounded like a lot of fun. He wants to be in the military anyway when he grew up. Wanted to meet new people, since he's ostracized sometimes for being a little weird.

Goals in Life: Wants to be in the Delta Force- military special ops. Wants to be Mr. Teen America. He's an Eagle Scout too.

Bio: Yuri was raised in Israel for the first part of his life. He his parents in a suicide bombing when he was 4 so he was adopted by his uncle who lives in America. His Uncle runs a gun store and teaches Krav Maga- a martial art- at a local studio. Yuri isn't the typical "Muscles, football, girls" jock though, he likes ancient literature too.

Hmm...I think I have enough people, now...five for a team? Sounds good to me!

Okay, Scottie, here's how a storybook works:

I posted the basic information about it: the setting, the background, the rules, and a sample profile. If you find a storybook you like (preferably a new one that hasn't gotten truly started yet), fill out the profile and post. The creator of the storybook will soon post an opening scene, leaving the scene open for others to build off of. You keep posting off of each other and keep the story going. Got it?

But question, Scottie: Is your name Yuri or Yakov?

Thanks, all, who have joined! Let's get this thing started!

*************

Adri

I watched, smiling as the bus finally pulled in. After waiting the whole day for just a handful of teenagers, I couldn't believe I still looked forward to the camp.

I looked over my summarized records again, reading each one carefully.

Jones, Senra:

Age: 17
Notes: In short, a girl in need of discipline.

Michaels, Chaney

Age: 17
Notes: Lost her brother and boyfriend in a car accident last year. Is very quiet and reserved, not too talkative. Is very outgoing for unknown reasons - probably self-pity.

Lindsay, Tanner

Age: 16
Notes: Is interested in the military, preferably sitting in a cockpit.

Wiskot, Drake

Age: 19
Notes: Beat up a classman within first weeks of college; claims that the boy was about to rape a girl? Has a strong desire to protect people, especially girls. An orphan. Quiet. A smoker, a heavy smoker.

Katzenelenbogen, Yakov (AKA Katz)

Age: 17
Notes: Desires life in the military, Delta Force preferably (military special ops).An Eagle Scout. Was raised in Israel until parents died in a suicide bombing. Was adopted by his American uncle.

Jasons, Max

Age: 17
Notes: Doesn't know if his parents are alive or dead. Imfamous for punching a principal because he was 'getting annoying'.

I sighed. Wonderful. Three of the five had problems, some bigger than the others. This week would be fun...

"Lieutenant, they're here!" my Sargeant, Sargeant Neils, came to me, saluting as he addressed me.

I returned the greeting. "Have them report to the third barrack, girls on one side, boys on the other. Make sure they get everything put away into their trunks, their uniforms are hung up, and they don't go anywhere. I'll be there shortly."

"Yes, ma'am."

He left, and I smiled again. I knew he hated it; he was ten years older than me, but I still was his superior. I still had more command than him. I couldn't stop laughing at that.


*All right guys, you have your first assignment. Get settled in! Have fun!*

Tanner

I really didn't want to be here. How could she have broken up with me right before I went away? Chelsea, the girl of my dreams decided that we weren't 'working.' Every time I remembered those words I shuddered.

But there was not turning back. I stepped out of my car and looked at the military camp. It wasn't too hot out, and a little breeze flowed through my hair. It would have been a great day if it weren't for her.

I sighed and walked away from my car and saw a man dressed in a firm military uniform standing at attention. I walked up to him and said, "Hey, I'm Tanner."

He looked at me with a look of disgust.

"Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?" he yelled, scrunching his face up. "You never talk to a Sergeant like that!"

I backed away and saluted awkwardly, "Yes sir!" I shouted cheesily.

Right from the start, I knew that this was not going to be fun.

Drake walked up to the main gates of the camp, a black bag behind him. Looking at a piece of paper. He sighed and put it into his back pocket.

Looking around he wondered where he was to go. Then he saw a scruffy looking kid saluting an officer. he assumed it was where he was to go and trotted off.

Once he got there he saluted the Sargent. He returned the gesture. "At least someone knows proper edict."

"Just did my homework sir."

"You two inside and put your stuff away. Then line up along side the wall."

Drake nodded and was fallowed by the other kid. Once inside he looked at his room mate, "You should watch yourself." He put a cigarette in his mouth and lite it.

"You know that's bad for you?"

"Yeah, but it helps take the edge off sometimes. By the way, I'm Drake." He extended his hand.

Adri

I rolled my eyes. Neils...that idiot! I kicked away from my desk and marched outside, across the courtyard, and to him.

"Stand at attention!" I shouted from right behind him, making the man jump about two feet.

He froze instantly. He didn't even bother with a salute, not that that would make things better...

I stood right in front of him; I could see his jaw tighten. I hissed, keeping my voice low, "Now, you listen to me, Sargeant Neils. This is Camp, not Basic! These kids have probably never even seen the military in action!"

He clenched his teeth. I heard them grit against each other.

"Try and be more polite, if you please." I looked over his stance. He was as stiff as a board. "And stand at ease. Don't be so formal...yet."

I made my way towards the office once again. In my irritation, I'd forgotten the briefing outline and my barrette!

I would have posted earlier, but i didnt have time then, and ive been away from home for a while.

Name:Max Jasons

Age:17

Appearance: http://xsinfinityx.deviantart.com/art/f ... r-39594268

Reason:Had gone to juvie all his life, but got kicked out. They thought that a boot camp might be able to straighten him out a bit better.

Bio:Was an orphan from birth. He doesnt know if his parents are alive or dead. Doesnt care about ranks, and treats everyone the same. Imfamous for punching a former principal(warden) in the mouth because he was 'getting annoying'.

*I cant get on much for the moment, so, like cowgirl, could you include me so i dont die in the storybook?*

*uh...I really don't know what a military camp is supposed to be like. Could you like give us examples? I thought that we would be all formal and stuff, but that's not what it sounds like. If you could just like post it here or PM me or something just to tell me what it's like, the story would be much better! Thanks!*