Summer Nerf Wars

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Full name: Alexander(Alex) Scar

Codename: Fogg

Age: 16

Grade: 11th

Skill: surveillance? (could you explain that in more depth please? In DT perhaps)

Weapon of choice: Airsoft gun and nerf sword

Side: Hawks

Appearance: Alex is fine, with handsome features, and has a tall, well-shaped figure. His hair is light dirty blond. His eyes is a clear blue stormy color and his teeth magnificent. His countenance possess in the highest degree what some call "repose in action", a quality of those who act rather than talk.
(I'm sorry I couldn't find a picture. Or maybe I was a tad bit lazy...)

Mask: normal paintball mask

Personality: Alex is so exact that he is never in a hurry, is always ready, and is economical alike of his steps and his motions. He makes no superfluous gestures, and is never seen to be emotionally moved or agitated. He is always calm no matter what circumstance or misfortune. You can practically never take Alex by surprise. If something comes along the way he uses it. His face is always the same, of utmost placidness. (No he is not a zen child.) He speaks in few clear words. He is coolly reserved. Some may call him heartless or empty but he is probably one of the most generous and bravest teenage guys on campus. Despite newcomers.
(Sorry for detailed persona.)

History: Both his parents were assassinated for reasons you'll may find out later. He lives with his grandmother. This is his third year in Nerf War camp.

Up for love: Sure if you like him.
Other: Don't ever play poker with him.

Cutter-Hawks,

Junni seems alright. I don't take the almost-comment about my name personally; everyone I've ever met has done something similar.

"Well, goodnight," I mumble, "Big day tomorrow, I guess."

"Yep," Junni mutters back sleepily.

I grin into my pillow.

Joe - Cobras

It'd been a...well, not an exhausting day, not a busy day...it had been a day. I don't know what it was, but it felt like a load off to lay down in my bed. I wanted to explore the camp a little more that day, but as soon as I dropped down, I couldn't get up.

And about five minutes later, I fell straight asleep.

Eris

Eris shook her head and sighed. "Err, Nice." She decided to change the subject and start casual conversation.

"So, where are you from? How'd you get into all this mess?"

She gestured for the two to begin walking down to their cabin. It was a very interesting place, interesting and also different. Eris would be looking forward to spending her summer here rather then being stuck at home. "Oh, and by the way," she said, "If we have bunks, I call top."

Nick101 wrote: (Sorry for detailed persona.)

I only wish mine had been as long. Also, I’m making Krystal a bit nervous-sounding and hyper because I wrote this right after a cup a coffee, and this is how I think with coffee in my brain.


Krystal – Hawks

She wiped a bit of ketchup from the side of her lip, almost embarrassed. But if people thought that was weird, then they should get used to her now. Eris looked younger than her facially, even though she walked her age. A moment later, Krystal realized that she had been talking, and racked her brain for snippets. Where… you from… Into all this mess… Bunks… top… Where are you from, how’d you get into all this mess, and she wants the top bunk.

“They have bunks where it doesn’t matter, like in cabin B which is right there,” she pointed out a quaint little concrete hut that stood out amongst everything else. “But we’re in cabin A, which is the closest to the enemy lines. Individual beds made for jumping out of.”

The rain had lifted but was starting to pour again, and their nice walk turned into a jog. Krystal started to sweat, but continued talking, forgetting how serious it all was and glad to have someone who was halfway interested.

“And I’m from Colorado. We moved there so I could go to a military school, get honors and end up in the Air Force. That was a bust, and I wasn’t going to a boot camp, so my parents looked around and found this. Of course, I love this. There’s a school-year thing where I can still get the required academics and fight in a smaller war. I didn’t get to go to the summer war until my second year. This is my third year.”

They arrived at the cabin, water flooding down their hair and bodies. You could barely see it in the trees; it looked like a big mound of rock and moss. They walked around to the door, which also looked like rock and moss, only door shaped. It always reminded her of a Hobbit house with a smaller door and no windows. With a firm shake through her torso and scraping her boots, Krystal held up her tags to the lock. The door opened and they entered, jumping down the few steps into the sitting room.

The room was shaped like a horseshoe. In the middle were two sofas and a table with magazines, which she noted to be Persons and Tween. The felt wallpaper hadn’t been changed since the cabin was first built in the seventies, but at least it was clean. On the flat wall of the horseshoe were five doors, one to each room. They went to the middle one and Krystal put her tags to the lock again, the door opening. She walked in and leaped onto the bed, kicking off her boots. Eris followed in casually and picked up the uniform on her bed.

Krystal thought about all she had said and realized just how childish she sounded when ignorantly gushing out her life’s story. She felt stupid for that, and for jumping around like a monkey. Maybe it would get better once they started fighting again, or got used to having company every day, again. Thinking the word “Sigh,” she turned and asked, “And you?” But by then she was already asleep.

Amy - Cobras

After a heck of a long conversation with her roommate, Mackenzie, about how she was blind and no, she wasn't joking, Amy finally got to crash in her bed.

Mackenzie was an overactive young thing, and Amy suspected she would be little help to the team in the end. Other than annoying each and every Cobra to their wits end. Amy sighed and set her sunglasses on the bedside table.

The uniform lay somewhere on the floor nearby. She had tossed it off the bed to make room for her body, which may have not been the best idea. Amy found it hard to really care though, she was tired. She'd just find the uniform in the morning.

Duke- Cobra

From the plane to the bus and now on the way to my dorm I go. I was totally exhausted from the long trip, but I made it with all the way with all my limbs in tact. Everyone else seemed pretty cool and nice even though I hadn't met anyone yet. But as my father would say 'Don't get to close with the enemy',that single piece of advice had been jammed into my skull since I was six years old.

Finally reaching my dorm I opened the door and was surprised to see my roommate already asleep and snoring. Trying not to make a peep I made my way to the empty bunk. Packing all my belongings quickly from my suitcase into a dresser, I grabbed my cell from my pocket and turned it on; I had it off most of the trip. I clicked messages. I had eight text and about twenty voicemail. I answered the voicemails first.Punching the first one my dad's voice emitted from my phone so loud that too try to block the speaker to not wake my roommate.

By now my father was totally pissed about where I was. I hadn't told I was going to the Nerf Camp thing. Finishing listening to the voicemail I deleted it and all the rest knowing it was possibly him. Putting my phone on vibrate I recline and sprawl out on my bed ans I before I know it sleep took over.

Junni-
I yawned and stretched, the sunlight coming in from the window slightly burned my eyelids.
" Game time," I mumbled while picking up my pillow and throwing it over at Cutter. He sputtered and sat up quickly.
" Wakey, wakey, sleepy head," I laughed and got up, reaching under my bed for a uniform. He grumbled and I heard the sheets rustle as he dragged hisself out of bed.
" Ready for today," I asked, already excited. He laughed and pulled on his shirt.
" Why so excited so early?" I shrugged and ran a comb through my hair, only to have it in a semi-neater form of my previous bed hairdo.
" I don't know," I shrugged found my shoes," today's a really exciting day I suppose." We walked out of the cabin and to the Hawks gathering spot, the leader chick,Krystal, was already set up to talk. I grabbed a breakfast tray, the food didn't look too bad, and sat down.

Katie

"Wake up!" Felicia said, hitting me with a pillow. I sat up, was it morning already?
A bell rang, most likely a signal for breakfast. I quickly sat up, stretched, and grabbed my uniform off the floor.

I dressed in the uniform, putting on my sneakers and heading out of my dorm. As I walked through the cobra's grounds I saw Felix and rushed over to him. "Morning Felix!" I said cheerily. But to me, he still looked like he was half-asleep.

Felix - Cobras

"Wake up, wake up!" I heard and looked over at my roommate, who was bouncing spastically next to me, shaking me.

"Stop it," I commanded, much in the manner someone would use to tell their dog to sit. Stupid, annoying kid. I rolled out of bed and started to dress.

"Couldn't you warn me?"

"About what?" I spat.

"You know...before you start changing..." This Jacob kid seemed really skittish. Hadn't he ever taken P.E. in school? I asked him that, and he just stared blankly at me. "I went to Saint Peter's High School," he boasted. What the heck was that supposed to mean? It was probably in a different state than I lived in.

"Uh-huh," I said, and murmured, "If you don't quit being so pompous, I'mma send you to meet St. Peter." I finished dressing; he sat on the bed and looked away pointedly.

"You just don't get along with anyone, do you?" he asked, hurt.

"No, I do; just not with people like you," I answered and flung the door open, stepping out. As soon as I left the dorm, I saw Katie running up to me.

"Morning, Felix!" she greeted, seeming like she'd somehow gotten eight hours of sleep on a feather mattress. Or, more possibly, she just didn't have a dingbat for a roommate.

"Hiya, Katie," I yawned. "Big day today, huh? Wanna go get some breakfast with me?"

"Sure," she said and walked with me in the direction everyone else seemed to be migrating.

Katie

"Do you think we'll fight today?" I asked, my eyes must have been gleaming because Felix laughed.

"I think it will mainly be training."

"Psh. I've been hunting since I was like...eight? I think I know how to handle a paintball gun."

"Yeah, well some people don't," I could see him cast a look at that kid...Joe, I think his name was.

"That's for sure." We walked into the "cafeteria" and each were served some oatmeal and toast.

"At least its warm," I said, eating the satisfying breakfast. Felix nodded in agreement.

Cutter,

Junni and I walk to the other Hawks together, chatting about what will happen during the day. We grab a decent-looking breakfast, and sit down to listen to Krystal. I yawn, still not fully awake.

"The food is good," I mumble, taking a bite of sausage.

"Yep," says Junni, "After a day of fighting, we'll be glad to come back to this."

"Speaking of which," I say, excitedly, "I hope we start soon."

Krystal – Hawks

Why can’t the Mods tell everyone everything? Or some other vet? Why did I get the job? Why, oh why? Krystal rubbed her face and slid her mask on. With her sword strapped to her back she started to walk towards headquarters for breakfast, internally dreading having to speak again. It might have been nice to get some strategies in yesterday, but the rain just had to make everything run late.

The sun was just starting to rise as she entered the tent, walking over to man’s greatest invention: the coffee maker. A table with half a dozen coffee makers lined up sat in the corner. It didn’t matter that breakfast wasn’t ready yet; all she needed now was her coffee.

Taking her cup in her hands she sat down and lifted her mask to take her first sip. It warmed her down to her toes. Though the days of summer were hot, she was still half frozen from only a sheet during the night. She smiled and started to take another sip when the buzzer rang, causing her to jerk and the fluid to shoot up into her face and nose. “Holy cow, that’s hot!” she cried, looking up to see some other kids just walking in and staring at her. She gave a small snort and sighed. This was so inauspicious.

Half the coffee gone and the other half cooled, she took the rest in a gulp and went to get some solid breakfast. She took her tray and sat down at a table in the middle of the room.

“Hey,” said a guy sitting down next to her. She looked up at him and smiled, (Anyone?) starting to speak when she realized that it was time to start her speech. Krystal scooted her tray to the side and climbed up onto the table.

“Alright, listen up. Today isn’t my morning, so to avoid saying anything I might regret, I’ll be brief,” she said. A comic cry went up among some. “Funny. You were bunked based on what your main job – parentheses “s” – would be. So to start us off, we’re using basic defenses today. Tomorrow will be more interesting, but today we’re on defense.”

“Who decided that one?” someone called.

“Great question. We’re all supposed to have a little debate on that before conking out when you first get here, but the bus was late yesterday. We had to go on schedule, so the people who showed up early – myself included – got to have a nice, lengthy discussion on the subject. And we decided to see if the Cobras would make the first move. Now then.” She looked about, wishing for a second cup of coffee.

“Cabin A is going to the shooting range for some light training before heading to the river. Cabin B is going out to the woods – I’m sure someone will teach you how to climb trees if you don’t know already. Cabin C, you’re staying here after breakfast to work out some tactics for tomorrow, then to medical for first aid training. Cabin D is going to the Training Facility to train. Activities on the agenda are getting to know people and a sword tourney in Training after lunch. Thank you, and good night.”

She jumped off the table and took her seat again, picking at the stiffening oatmeal and still wishing for that second cup.

Felicia-

I stumbled sleepily into the cafeteria, and settled down with a bowl of white mush. Oatmeal, maybe? It didn't taste too bad, though. I heard some girl talking about plans for today. I was exited. Time to show everyone what I had to offer. I pushed a white strand of my hair out of my face. Katie walked in, and I walked to sit with her group of friends.

Cutter,

I'd sat down next to Krystal, and was about to start talking to her, when she suddenly got up and started talking about what was planned for today. I feel vaguely disappointed, but, hey, there'll be plenty of time to get to know everyone.
When she gives out cabin assignments, I nod, satisfied. Cabin C is doing tactics, what I'm best at. Good. We turn back to our breakfasts when Krystal stops talking.

"So," I say to Junni, "Tactics. Sounds good, no?"