R.O.T.C: The Camp!

Chaney stepped off the bus into the sunlight, immediately flippnig her sunglasses down onto her eyes to protect them. She had an 'army green' duffel thrown over her shoulder--old navy sometimes had the coolest colored things. She wore a pair of jean gauchos with sneakers and a tank top.

She saw a few kids roaming around, she followed them towards the barracks but didn't say much on the way there. She wasn't here to make friends really, she wasn't even here to learn about the army. She was here to get her mind of things.

She turned to the left in the barracks as the guys went to the right, assuming it was so. If not, she'd move. She picked a bed and tossed her holdall on it, glancing out the window at the grounds.

*All right, I've edited that first post to include Sasquash.

*For those of you who are wondering about this whole storybook and the differences between camp and Basic, go check out the Discussion Thread I'm about to start.

Senra walked into the camp and looked around. Two guys walked out of a cabin type thing. One was smoking the other was frowning. She shook her head and looked around.

"Where do you think your going, young lady?" A booming voice came from behind her. She spun around and ran into a rough looking man. She was tempted to beat the crap out of him for walking up on her like that but she decieded against it.

"TO find out where I'm to stay." She snapped,

Adri

I dropped heavily into my seat, sighing.

An AI with a temper, teenagers with issues, and a whole week. Oi...God, please let this camp be more fun than it seems!

I waited, watching out my window, as Neils confronted a lost-looking girl. I would've laughed if she punched him, because she certainly looked like she was about to.

I pulled out my radio and pressed "talk."

"Neils, I want them ready for briefing in ten minutes," I commanded, loud enough for the idiot to hear me. "Get that girl to her barrack and settled in, and have all of them report to the field. Comprende?"

"Yes, ma'am," came to grumbled reply.

I snickered as I put the radio down, slapped the barrette on my head, and marched out to the field resting in between the barracks.

__ Sorry about that, his name is Yakov... But call him Katz.__


"Hey kid, you gonna stay here all day or what?" the driver demanded.

Katz sniffed as he looked up from his backpack, trying to cram all his stuff back in. "Um, no, I don't plan on it. I accidentally dumped this stuff on the floor. You don't want me to leave it here, do you?"

The driver frowned. "All right smarty-pants, hurry up then, there's a line of trucks behind me that need to get in here. You don't want to starve this week, do you?

It'd probably be good for my definition. Katz thought. I can barely make out the striations in my pecs right now. Oughta' get some good cardio this week, though.

He stuffed his classic rocks CD's which he wasn't supposed to have back into his backpack and scurried off the bus.

"See you later?" he asked.

The driver sighed and shook his head. "Get out of here, kid."

Katz sniffed again -he must have been allergic to something- and stumbled out of the bus and into the piercing sunlight. There were kids all around, running every which way. He looked down at his map of the grounds.

"... which means my building is over..." he turned. "There."

Out in front of it was a feisty-looking brunette being reprimanded by a stiff man in a uniform with hair shorter than a horse's.

Katz noticed the girl was maintaining an offensive posture. It wasn't quite as open as some other ones, but she definitely knew what she was doing.

He smiled as he walked past them and into the building, passing a guy with a 'cig hanging from his lips.

"Wow," he said, sure than no-one was paying attention. "People like me, finally."

Senra tossed her stuff on her bunk and went back outside. She looked around and carefully as Neils walked by she glared at him as he moved past. She needed to find the 'feild' now, she had heard the voice on Neil's radio said everyone was supposed to go there. Maybe some stuff would make sense. So she started walking towards what looked like a feild when she walked past the guy with the cigerette. She walked right into a puff of smoke. She turned and looked at him. "Enjoy that while it lasts, you may not get any more."

Adri

I stood patiently, standing in my own posture. I saw the aggressive girl, the smoker, and his shadow all walk into each other. This will be interesting.

I took the metal whistle from my pocket and put it in my mouth, holding it between my teeth in case I needed it. I highly doubted that. Just a wave of the hand should be enough to catch their attention...

Katz found that staring at the inside of a barracks, no matter how many girls were running around in tank-tops, wasn't very interesting.

He clumped down the front steps and towards a group of people who were gathering. The guy with the 'cig, an innocent-looking kid, and the aggressive-looking girl had met in a circle.

She had spouted something off at the smoker and he gave her scowl and growled back something too low for Katz to make out.

He stood back and gave his nose a twitch of interest. How would this play out?

Then he noticed a woman in uniform standing behind a window, carefully scrutinizing the trio. He doubted that it would degenerate into violence with so many adults running around, and if it did, he suspected it wouldn't last very long.

They're watching us.

Chaney yawned and flipped her sunglasses back down, walking out of the barracks and leaning against the outer wall to watch the scene before her. She didn't jump up to take part in any of if, but it was always fun to watch.

She placed a foot up on the wall behind her and crossed her arms in silence. It could be a fun week just watching these kids who all think they're all that and a bag of chips; cat fight anyone?

Name: Allison (Ally)

Age: 18

Appearance: Short w/ long brown hair and blue eyes. Petite.

Reason for coming: Parents sent her here to 'straighten her out'. She's not really a trouble maker, but her parents are strict and very religious. After last summer, well... They think it will help her gain some 'morals'.

Goal(s) in life: To move out and start her own life the way she wants to without her parents interfering.

Ally sighed, sitting down on 'her' bed and looking around the room. She didn't want to be here. She had tried to talk to her parents, but they didn't listen. They thought it'd 'stragithen her out'.

She didn't think anything could help her after last summer. Her parents might have been upset about what happened, but nobody regreted what she had done more than herself. She didn't have time to dwell on the past though.

She wiped at her eyes, trying not to cry, and glanced at her watch. She was supposed to meet everyone in five minutes. Reluctantly, she made her way out of the bunks.

Adri

I sighed. They were too preoccupied. Too much tension, too much aggression...

I blew on the whistle once, the shrill blast of it echoing across the grounds. I was glad I did; here came the colonel from across the road, megaphone in hand. Now was time to form up and listen to what he had to say.

"Over here! Get in formation!" I shouted once I had finally gotten their attention.

Ally jumped at the shrill sound, before making her way slowly to where the rest of the people were gathering. She stood next to everyone, wondering if she was even doing it right.

She didn't know the first thing about ROTC or the army or anything like that really. How was she going to survive this week?

Chan heard the whistle and made her way over, not really in a hurry but not the last one to arrive either. She put her hands on her hips, not like a snotty cheerleader but more like a student waiting for instruction.

She left her sunglasses on and wasn't overly eager to be friendly with the others; that just wasn't her nature anymore. She wasn't mean, but she didn't go out of her way to be buddy-buddy with people. Of course, there were always those people who wanted in her business no matter what she did, wanted "to help". Yea right, at this point they all knew if she was going to deal with things she was going to do it her own way--they just tried for show. But, that's how things were in her town.

She stood in silence staring at the woman with the whistle.

Adri

I addressed the small group in front of me, as the other AI's took control of theirs.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...two more than I had expected to get. I had two squads!

"All right, people, welcome to ROTC Leadership Challenge, more fondly known as Summer Camp," I began firmly, but keeping that friendly tone. "Now, since I see very few of you know much about ROTC, let's get a lesson in right now.

"Formation. When you fall into a formation, you stand tall, stand straight, and keep your eyes forward. That is the position of attention. The only times you can move is when you are dressing right - making sure you're arm's length away from and in line with the other people in your group - and covering - making sure you're arm's length away from the people in front of you. Got it?"

They seemed to understand me.

I continued. "Now, I need two squads, or groups. Four in front, three in back. Move."

They did as I requested, hesitantly. I bit back a sigh; this would be a long week.

Once they were there, covered and dressed, I waited. "Are there any questions so far?"

Okay, here it come. The long post.

Adri

Obviously not. I shrugged and continued.

"Now, to get into the postion I just told you about, I will call 'Group: Attention!'"

They shifted hesitantly into the position.

Now, for the Colonel's turn. He stepped up, megaphone in hand.

"Battalion!" he called.

"Company!" answered, and I followed up - for my platoon's sake - with "Group!"

"Attention!"

Everyone on the field snapped to attention, in one huge formation. Alpha company stood with it's two hundred behind him, Bravo and Charlie on either side, and I stood at the end of Delta company with my single platoon.

"Don't move, and don't speak. That'll be automatic pushups for violaters," I reminded my small group as the Colonel began to speak.

"Welcome to 2008 ROTC Leadership Course, also known as Summer Camp. I expect this week to be a good one, and for all of you to have fun. Ho-ah?"

Random ho-ah's echoed across the field.

"'Ho-ah' means anything but 'no.'" I spoke to the people behind me.

The Colonel continued. "There are some rules about this camp, however, and failure to comply will get you sent home. We don't need rule breakers here! We need you to be safe at all times, so everyone can enjoy themselves and learn something!

"Keep a cantene of water with you at all times. Drink lots of water. You start getting low, refill it! You get dehydrated, and I'll have my medics stick you with their needles and give you an IV!

"Travel with somebody. Teamwork people! Teamwork is the key to survival, teamwork is the key to success. Remember that.

"Girls, stay out of the boy's barracks. Boys, stay out of the girl's barracks. You want to socialize with people of the opposite sex, meet outside.

"Other than that, just do as you're told. These instructors are here for a reason: to guide you and to protect you. They give you a command, then you do it! Don't question them, cause they know a lot more about the military than you do! Ho-ah?"

More ho-ahs.

"All right then. Company commanders, take control of your companies and have them fall out to the mess hall."

"Yes, sir!" the answer was simultaneous. Salutes flew, and our company commander, a fourth-year I recognized from last year, turned to us.

"Platoon leaders and AI's, take control of your platoons!"

I saluted him and turned back to my small group.

"Understand? If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I'm ready to be your friend, but I can also be your worst nightmare. You respect me, I'll respect you. You listen to me, I'll listen to you. Ho-ah?"

I didn't wait for a response.

"Now, we're going to march to the mess hall and get dinner. Then, when everyone's done, we all march back here and let you finish settling in."

And so the week begins.