11-26-2006, 06:13 PM
"Hey, you! Soldier!"
Celipa was frying some eggs she had found, on a skillet. What better way to start out a new day? She turned her head to the man calling her...what could he possibly want?
It was just another random face, someone she had seen marching with them earlier, but no one she could pin a name to. He stood a few feet away from her and her fire, and saluted in an official manner. Celipa did not return the salute.
"We're breaking camp, Miss," he said, his tone a stone wall of military training and built up discipline. "Please pack up, we're going to be marching."
Celipa sighed, and waved him away. Her eggs had almost been finished, too. But with luck, she'd have time to eat later. She put the skillet to the side, and rose to her feet. She could feel her left foot tingling in her soft white boots...it had fallen asleep. That was gonna be a bitch to walk on.
"Fuck walking," she sighed, as she shook her foot in some hopes of waking it.
This trip had been one big drag from the start. She slung a nearby pack (that had been sitting by the fire) over her shoulder. It was her pack, full of whatever she was to need in her ventures during this war.
No other soldier knew what was inside of it. No other soldier even knew what class of soldier Celipa was, or anything about her at all. As the rest began to march, she took her place at the end of the line, walking a few feet behind.
She didn't belong with the others. Her mission in this war kept her segregated from her own army, but not by a concious decision made by them; it was by one made by her. It was best not to make friends in this kind of event. At least, not just yet.
Celipa was frying some eggs she had found, on a skillet. What better way to start out a new day? She turned her head to the man calling her...what could he possibly want?
It was just another random face, someone she had seen marching with them earlier, but no one she could pin a name to. He stood a few feet away from her and her fire, and saluted in an official manner. Celipa did not return the salute.
"We're breaking camp, Miss," he said, his tone a stone wall of military training and built up discipline. "Please pack up, we're going to be marching."
Celipa sighed, and waved him away. Her eggs had almost been finished, too. But with luck, she'd have time to eat later. She put the skillet to the side, and rose to her feet. She could feel her left foot tingling in her soft white boots...it had fallen asleep. That was gonna be a bitch to walk on.
"Fuck walking," she sighed, as she shook her foot in some hopes of waking it.
This trip had been one big drag from the start. She slung a nearby pack (that had been sitting by the fire) over her shoulder. It was her pack, full of whatever she was to need in her ventures during this war.
No other soldier knew what was inside of it. No other soldier even knew what class of soldier Celipa was, or anything about her at all. As the rest began to march, she took her place at the end of the line, walking a few feet behind.
She didn't belong with the others. Her mission in this war kept her segregated from her own army, but not by a concious decision made by them; it was by one made by her. It was best not to make friends in this kind of event. At least, not just yet.
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Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams
Telling myself its not as hard, hard, hard as it seems