Call to Arms {Civil War RP} ~Accepting~

[Africa.]

(Thanks Also, could I bump up their ages to 19? I noticed that theres really no one at their age...)

Marissa winced as she stretched, her body aching from the rather thin matress that she slept on. She blinked her sea-blue eyes twice, ridding herself of her blurry vision of the morning. The light poured into her small one room apartement, making her smile to herself, despite the fact that she was in for another day of tension, as the sides of the war begun to form. She pulled her long, dark brown hair over one shoulder as she pulled herself to her feet. Marissa was a slightly short, slim girl with extremely dark brown hair, and natural blond streaks. She was slightly tanned, but not as much as her brother. Shaking away her thought of the morning, she slipped in to a clean change of clothes and soon enough, she was slipping out the door. She hated being in that small apartement, she enjoyed being out in the cool air, especially near or in the water. It was ironic that she loved water so much, with her name meaning "Of the sea".

Chance groaned as he opened his eyes to see the time. Sitting up reluctantly, he was almost going to yell to Marissa to see if she was awake yet, but then stopped himself. [i]It was only a dream Chance. Your sister isn't comming back to you. She hates you." He sighed, pulling on a black t-shirt. He shook his head vigorously, his jet black hair forming his usual casually messy style. Not bothering to do much else with his hair, he grabbed his wallet and headed out the door. He wasn't rich, no, but nor was he poor. He was getting on quite well in life, really, due to the money his parents had left him and Marissa. But when Marissa walked out on him, he kept the money, and she started working for it. He sometimes thought about going to find her, but then he reminded himself of their constant fights, and it changed his mind. He wouldn't let himself think of the times that he held her as she cried herself to sleep, or the smiles she had given him when he made her breakfast in bed when she was sick. He wouldn't go back to her. No.

[Solanum]

(( Alrighty. Although they wouldn't be the youngest ^^ I have an 11 year old. ;3 ))

Alonzo adjusted his coat collar as he walked down the dusty road, the clunking from his boots echoing down the street. As he spotted Chance coming out of his house, he tipped his hat and walked over. "Watch yourself Moore... The officers have been combing the streets for strapping young lads like you. They're taking them off for the army..." He sighed, looking over his shoulder at the other people just starting to emerge from their slumber. "When I promised your parents that I'd watch over you, I wasn't telling lies. I don't want you to get picked up because of some silly things." He stopped for a bit, to take a breath before continueing. "So what bring you outside?"

[Africa.]

"Yeah, I've been hearing them at night. I'm lucky that they think my place is abandoned," he snickered a bit at the thought of how dense some of the souldiers were being. "I mean, how smart do you have to be to think of at least sweeping through the place to check?" He shrugged, waving off the thought. "I'm not really sure what I'm doing out. I just gotta get out of that place, its too big without Mar around." He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets.

[Solanum]

Alonzo shrugged, sighing as he wiped some dirt from his brow. "I would suggest coming with me, but I don't think you'd like the dirt much. Here, have the keys to my place, the soldiers know better than to search my house while I'm away. They broke my furniture last time... I gave them hell." He smirked at Chance as he fumbled around in his coat pockets for his house keys. Holding them out in his palm, he checked his watch. "I only have a few more minutes before I have to go, so speak quickly."

(( Major WB ))

[Africa.]

Chance grinned at him, easily picturing what Alonzo did to whoever broke into his house. "Alright, thanks Alonzo." He grinned once again, taking the keys from his hand. "See you when you get home." He dipped his hat, and with that he was off, hurrying off to duck beneath the shadows of the shading buildings.

[Solanum]

Alonzo tipped his hat once again to the young man and walked off, hands in his pockets. Stomping his feet on the mat outside the forge, he opened the door and stepped inside. It was a small room with grey walls and a cold stone floor. The only features of the room was a small wooden desk and some stairs leading to the basement. His footsteps echoed on the dark wooden stairs as he ran down to the basement. The forge was already heated, one of his workmates was already there... Saluting his workmate, he shuffled over to his work station, grabbing his tools and a piece of scrap metal. That would make a sturdy horseshoe.

[Geronimo.]

[Soz, I was busy... Have a post!]
Midnight strode swiftly through the Barracks, caring little for who saw her in the state she was in. Her clothes were torn and covered in blood, she was missing a boot and her hair looked awful. But none of the blood was her own. The large smile she wore on her face successfully scared off many people, and the fact that she carried two loaded guns terrified even more. Well, apart from one.
"Hey M'night" mumbled Karmi sleepily. Out of all the soldiers on this godforsaken base, Karmi was the only one Midnight could get along with. "Where we goin'?" The 'we' had surprised Midnight, but over the weeks she had gotten used to it. Karmi was glued to her side, like an odd bodyguard. She was one of the few that actually came near Midnight, and even more odd was the fact she was almost as skilled in combat as Midnight herself. Maybe I'll let her come with me, be my apprentice.. She mused silently. Out loud she stated "We are going to see dear Merradin, to see if we have any 'jobs' to do."
Midnight had the privilege to call the general what she liked, simply because he couldn't do anything about it. He cut her pay, she would look for better offers and probably kill some of his best soldiers and let him take the blame. And the fact she ignored what he was saying most of the time probably helped as well. Such blatant disobedience was uncommon in the Army, another reason why Midnight was pushed from their society.
"'Kay, 'Kay" muttered Karmi, and the pair set off in companionable silence.

[Solanum]

Merr closed the bathroom door behind him as he glanced over at the mirror, rolling his eyes as he spotted Midnight and Karmi coming towards his house. The mirror had been specially placed to allow him to see outside his window from inside the house... That was what years at war did to you. Pulling a coat over his shoulders, he adjusted his tie and fastened his belt before walking to his chair again and grabbing a comb. He carefully pulled it through his slicked back, black hair, parting it correctly, and mostly getting it from off his face. At least he looked presentable.

[Geronimo.]

[Urgh... 1hour and a half with a bunch of hyper eight year olds when you've been early morning swimming and had a maths exam is enough to make anyone not feel like roleplaying, I swear to Zehir...]

Karmi felt underdressed in her torn camo gear. Her weapon belt and equiptment was fine, but seeing the four star general who was very much your superior was enough to make anyone feel underdressed. She was tired and had been in the trenches for a few weeks and really wanted a shower and a cooked meal, then bed. Of course, hanging with Midnight usually involved pissing off high ranking officals and killing people, not any of the above. As she knocked on the door she felt nervous, but did her best to swallow it. She lowered her gaze to the floor and stood to a respectful attention readily. In sharp contrast Midnight slouched and leant against the wall with a humor filled glint in her eye. "Ready for his Genral-ness?" smiled Midnight. Karmi looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "You are?" she shot back. Of course, Karmi knew Merradin couldn't fire Midnight, she was valuable to their cause, but punishment could easily fall on one of Midnight's friends... a.k.a Karmi. Both girls smiled at each other and resumed their original positions.

[Solanum]

Merr placed a hand on the stars on his jacket, sighing softly as he remembered the time it took to earn them... The blood of his enemy and the tears to mourn lost friends... With a ring of a bell on his desk, he yelled at his family's house maid to get the door. "I'm expecting guests. Bring them into my office straight away, then wait until I dismiss you." He moved his arms onto the desk, his left elbow on the table, his head gently resting on his knuckle. Now all he had to do was wait for them to arrive... Both were brilliant soldiers, but Midnight had a problem with authority...