Open RP Thread: Ground Control to Major Tom

[lugged-nut.livejournal.com]

Who: RED and BLU Soldiers + audience? maybe
When: 5/19, 0600 hours
Where: The Vault

At six AM sharp that morning, however reluctantly, the former RED Engineer trudged across the hard-packed earth toward the Vault. His helmet straps jounced listlessly against his unshaven cheeks. Only half his collar was turned up. The other half sagged listlessly against his shoulder, along with the butt of his rocket launcher. He had to pause periodically to rub his eyes, with the air of somebody who dearly wished he hadn't skipped his morning coffee in his haste to get dressed.

But he was there, he figured, despite the fact that he could barely see the ground in front of him. And at this hour, that was what counted, right?

Letting out an impressive yawn, he rounded the last corner and glanced around for his teacher, all but certain the lunatic BLU had made it there before him.

Comments

[rocketsredglare]

He had indeed. And he had coffee. Not only that, but he'd thought to bring the maggot a thermos too. Soldier hadn't been ignorant of Sid's dismay at being ordered to show up so early, and there was no point letting the coffee get stale in the pot until the others woke up, he thought. He sat on the stairs leading to the vault from the right lane and drank his coffee while he waited.

Soldier was somewhat surprised when Sid actually did show up on time, though. He'd half-expected to have to have to yank him down from his bunk and shout him awake, and fun though that would have been, it would've woken everyone else up too.

"MORNING, PRIVATE!" Soldier shouted to Sid as he stood, ready to get this lesson underway. "CATCH!" he warned, tossing the other thermos at him.

[pocketdok.livejournal.com]

He noticed it a bit late but the Medic received the notice the Soldier had left for him and he was up bright and early to dress and prepare for the six AM call.
Well, maybe not bright. Maybe not early enough either.
Equipped and dressed in full uniform, face shaved, and hair impeccably set he would join them not long after Sid arrived. He would have been there earlier had the straps on his pack not given him trouble; he really needed to get them replaced.

"Good morning, gentleman."

[lugged-nut.livejournal.com]

Sid nodded and bit his lip, frowning hard at the ground as though it had done him a grave offense. It was probably better not to think about it, he decided, and shot at his feet again. The searing pain hit almost instantaneously. He fell to the ground, dropping the launcher beside him.

A low whine in his throat was the only noise he found he could make when he reached for his ankle and found half of it missing. He looked up reproachfully at Dok for a moment. Then his eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out without much further ceremony.