Post by psychromaniac on Dec 13, 2009 14:55:01 GMT -8
Major walked down the dock to meet up with the captain.
It was a regular routine, thought one people hardly noticed. When the day's bunch of refugees would come off the boat, they were usually too tired to notice or take into consideration that Major was wearing one of those back-pack seat that you could unfold into a chair and hold a few things in at the same time. It was rather bulky and useless in the actual field, but for the purpose Major was using it for, it was perfect.
The Officer took a head-count of the people that came off the boat. 32. He called up to the boat-house. "33," responded a dark man with a glass-eye. "He wasn't much use anyway." Major turned back to look at the group that was currently leaving the boat and grimaced. No one here is useless...
The group gave a blank stare at the island before slowly and painfully made their way to the infirmary where they would find what was useful, dump out what wasn't, and give medical treatment to those who they could. It was a simple, though arduous process since they were more concerned about their medical treatment than about their amazing findings. Most of the time, they would be beaten and battered that they couldn't even walk to the infirmary. Major had even seen one fall over and die just as he got off the boat. It was a grim world that they lived in. But it's not like we have much else.
Major looked back up to the boathouse expectantly, though he knew what he would hear would shoot that excitement down. The captain slowly made his way down the steps and onto the dock, giving Major a quick shake of his head before continuing down to his house on the end of the dock.
The Officer set up his chair within a few moments and pulled a beer out of the bag before plopping down it. He simply stared out for a few minutes before opening the can and taking a quick sip. Time continued to pass, and nothing happened. He hardly even noticed the sun going down, but to the Major, the sun could have set a thousand times and he would have continued to come here every day and continue to look out at the sea.
Major wasn't sure why he continued to wait. He knew they were dead, his town had been attacked before he had a chance to do anything about it. But I should've....I was promoted to the rank of Major, decorated several times, and even saved that captured platoon.....but I couldn't even protect my own family....
He took another sip and continued to stare out.
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Note: Private RP; Indeh (Ross)
It was a regular routine, thought one people hardly noticed. When the day's bunch of refugees would come off the boat, they were usually too tired to notice or take into consideration that Major was wearing one of those back-pack seat that you could unfold into a chair and hold a few things in at the same time. It was rather bulky and useless in the actual field, but for the purpose Major was using it for, it was perfect.
The Officer took a head-count of the people that came off the boat. 32. He called up to the boat-house. "33," responded a dark man with a glass-eye. "He wasn't much use anyway." Major turned back to look at the group that was currently leaving the boat and grimaced. No one here is useless...
The group gave a blank stare at the island before slowly and painfully made their way to the infirmary where they would find what was useful, dump out what wasn't, and give medical treatment to those who they could. It was a simple, though arduous process since they were more concerned about their medical treatment than about their amazing findings. Most of the time, they would be beaten and battered that they couldn't even walk to the infirmary. Major had even seen one fall over and die just as he got off the boat. It was a grim world that they lived in. But it's not like we have much else.
Major looked back up to the boathouse expectantly, though he knew what he would hear would shoot that excitement down. The captain slowly made his way down the steps and onto the dock, giving Major a quick shake of his head before continuing down to his house on the end of the dock.
The Officer set up his chair within a few moments and pulled a beer out of the bag before plopping down it. He simply stared out for a few minutes before opening the can and taking a quick sip. Time continued to pass, and nothing happened. He hardly even noticed the sun going down, but to the Major, the sun could have set a thousand times and he would have continued to come here every day and continue to look out at the sea.
Major wasn't sure why he continued to wait. He knew they were dead, his town had been attacked before he had a chance to do anything about it. But I should've....I was promoted to the rank of Major, decorated several times, and even saved that captured platoon.....but I couldn't even protect my own family....
He took another sip and continued to stare out.
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Note: Private RP; Indeh (Ross)