Hero01
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((OOC: Army Crow is basically an army recruit. If you have any suggestions for the title please let me know. xD ))
Adam Haire winced in surprise as the bus lurched forward and his forehead met the glass window with a thud audible from three seats in front of him. He pressed his palm to it and brought the hand back, thankful there was no blood. First of all, he fell asleep on the bus. He wasn't sure if it was alright for a soldier to do something like that, but especially since this was his first mission he was anticipating some kind of comment later on about how he fell asleep. Second of all, Adam was the jumpy type as it was. While he was training to become an army recruit he was made fun of for cringing while practicing how to shoot, freezing up when his soon-to-be-commanding officer lowered the time he had to complete a practice course, and for being told to "BEAT HIS FACE SOLDIER" more than any other trainee at the academy. The one good part about that last thing was he had some pretty impressive upper-arm strength. This could hardly have been a reason that he was chosen to go on this mission though. He had been bothered for a while now over why in the hell they let him step foot out of the academy. Adam finally decided it was because of his smarts and quick perceptiveness. Many of the other soldiers were brutes, relying on their strength to get them what they wanted. While that worked most of the time, Adam always managed to outsmart them during simulations. All it took was a little taunting, chasing and half a step to the right before he blew them all sky high. Hypothetically of course, really it was just a plume of harmless smoke. The best part was none of the idiots ever caught on! It would have seemed so obvious to him what to do in their shoes, even when tactics were switched, but for some reason what was in front of Adam's face was out of their line of sight. All for the better, he decided, but he didn't exactly make friends this way.
He assumed his mentor was going to be a lot like this too then. Adam wasn't worried about his first mission at all, even as the bus pulled up to their base and he watched the other more experienced soldiers grin at the bus and rub their hands together in anticipation for the new meat they could bully. He was worried about the mentor he was going to be paired with. The man was apparently a veteran, and veterans were always portrayed as cold hard men who would tell Adam stories so frightening and real he would shit his pants. Of course that's only how they were portrayed...Adam was certainly not ready to see what they were really like.
His stomach spun and twisted in knots as he shuffled out of the bus. Having sat in the back he had just enough time to freak out internally before thanking the bus driver and stepping onto the trampled grass below his boots. He looked around the field and already his comrades were being swept up by other mentors, or even old friends. Adam brought his palm up to the sore spot on his head, using his fingers to massage his dirty blonde hair and scanning the crowd with his gray eyes. There was no turning back now (the bus had already closed its doors and sped off) so all he could do was stand there like an idiot and wait for someone to claim him as their...apprentice. Yeah, Adam liked that. Apprentice.
Adam Haire winced in surprise as the bus lurched forward and his forehead met the glass window with a thud audible from three seats in front of him. He pressed his palm to it and brought the hand back, thankful there was no blood. First of all, he fell asleep on the bus. He wasn't sure if it was alright for a soldier to do something like that, but especially since this was his first mission he was anticipating some kind of comment later on about how he fell asleep. Second of all, Adam was the jumpy type as it was. While he was training to become an army recruit he was made fun of for cringing while practicing how to shoot, freezing up when his soon-to-be-commanding officer lowered the time he had to complete a practice course, and for being told to "BEAT HIS FACE SOLDIER" more than any other trainee at the academy. The one good part about that last thing was he had some pretty impressive upper-arm strength. This could hardly have been a reason that he was chosen to go on this mission though. He had been bothered for a while now over why in the hell they let him step foot out of the academy. Adam finally decided it was because of his smarts and quick perceptiveness. Many of the other soldiers were brutes, relying on their strength to get them what they wanted. While that worked most of the time, Adam always managed to outsmart them during simulations. All it took was a little taunting, chasing and half a step to the right before he blew them all sky high. Hypothetically of course, really it was just a plume of harmless smoke. The best part was none of the idiots ever caught on! It would have seemed so obvious to him what to do in their shoes, even when tactics were switched, but for some reason what was in front of Adam's face was out of their line of sight. All for the better, he decided, but he didn't exactly make friends this way.
He assumed his mentor was going to be a lot like this too then. Adam wasn't worried about his first mission at all, even as the bus pulled up to their base and he watched the other more experienced soldiers grin at the bus and rub their hands together in anticipation for the new meat they could bully. He was worried about the mentor he was going to be paired with. The man was apparently a veteran, and veterans were always portrayed as cold hard men who would tell Adam stories so frightening and real he would shit his pants. Of course that's only how they were portrayed...Adam was certainly not ready to see what they were really like.
His stomach spun and twisted in knots as he shuffled out of the bus. Having sat in the back he had just enough time to freak out internally before thanking the bus driver and stepping onto the trampled grass below his boots. He looked around the field and already his comrades were being swept up by other mentors, or even old friends. Adam brought his palm up to the sore spot on his head, using his fingers to massage his dirty blonde hair and scanning the crowd with his gray eyes. There was no turning back now (the bus had already closed its doors and sped off) so all he could do was stand there like an idiot and wait for someone to claim him as their...apprentice. Yeah, Adam liked that. Apprentice.