Post by Seth Yamato on Apr 4, 2013 19:57:59 GMT -8
[[OoC: Meant to be a one-off but if anyone's interested go ahead and post.]]
"You talk too much..."
Tch... now he made me go and bloody my hands. I walked over to my towel, stepping on the dead body of my former partner as I walked over. I wiped my hands clean of his disgusting blood. I was tired of this. This whole soldier routine. I was sick and tired of fighting alongside such weaklings. This world belongs to the strong and I'll prove exactly why. I wasn't dressed as a Barker soldier anymore. Instead I was wearing the blue jeans, white t-shirt, and black jacket that I wore when I first started as a civilian. I kept the boots though. They were nice boots.
I left my dormitory. The guard in the hallway would remind me that it was lights out. I would remind him that life was short. The combat knife given to me by Barker during my test would be lodged into his stomach. I gave a quick twist of the blade and yanked it out of his gut. I slashed the hair to throw the blood off of it and kept on moving.
The cafeteria on the first floor of the dormitory had a good amount of cooking oil. I would make good use of it. I threw as much of the oil as I could around. I took care of any nuisances as they showed up, harshly. As I walked out the front door, a threw down a box of lit matches allowing the first floor to erupt into flames. I dropped my dog tags on the front door as I walked away from the camp. The other soldiers would be too worried about the fire to stop and bother with me. Good for them.
"You talk too much..."
Tch... now he made me go and bloody my hands. I walked over to my towel, stepping on the dead body of my former partner as I walked over. I wiped my hands clean of his disgusting blood. I was tired of this. This whole soldier routine. I was sick and tired of fighting alongside such weaklings. This world belongs to the strong and I'll prove exactly why. I wasn't dressed as a Barker soldier anymore. Instead I was wearing the blue jeans, white t-shirt, and black jacket that I wore when I first started as a civilian. I kept the boots though. They were nice boots.
I left my dormitory. The guard in the hallway would remind me that it was lights out. I would remind him that life was short. The combat knife given to me by Barker during my test would be lodged into his stomach. I gave a quick twist of the blade and yanked it out of his gut. I slashed the hair to throw the blood off of it and kept on moving.
The cafeteria on the first floor of the dormitory had a good amount of cooking oil. I would make good use of it. I threw as much of the oil as I could around. I took care of any nuisances as they showed up, harshly. As I walked out the front door, a threw down a box of lit matches allowing the first floor to erupt into flames. I dropped my dog tags on the front door as I walked away from the camp. The other soldiers would be too worried about the fire to stop and bother with me. Good for them.
