CTU Lunar Eclipse

Deuce got up and wandered up to where the food was and got a bowl filled with the soup. He stood there for a second staring at the soup before he started to walk back to the table. As he crossed infront of Greg, he gave a quick salute and started to walk back to his table. He got back to the table and took a seat and tryed the soup. "This isn't that bad." He started to eat the soup woith a spoon but he dropped the spoon and lifted the bowl to his lips. He drank the entire bowl and placed it back down. "That hit the spot." He leaned back and waiting for someone to start a conversation.

Jan was one of the last ones up and out of bed, Greg's voice first thing in the morning was not something he wanted to hear for the rest of his life, but he figured he'd get used to it. left his room and glanced at the "13" on the door, a symbol of bad luck. He had picked it due to his nonconformist nature, and he wanted to prove people's superstitions wrong with becoming the squad's leader regardless of his door number.

Strolling down the corridor, he soon arrived in the breakfast room. Plopping himself down next to Amir, the last person to have sat at the table, Sobieski began to scarf down the tomato soup.

Hazel hadn't paid much attention to the last speech Apple had made. She just kind of inspected everyone else, and then stood, taking key number 13 and heading off to her room. She settled herself in, and unpacked the few items that had been thrown into the room in a duffel bag. She looked around. One small bed, a dresser, a lamp, no windows.
Wonderful.

She jumped as she heard the loud intercom system, and Apple's voice rippling over her ears. She grimaced an stepped out, clipping the key to a lanyard around her neck. Filing into the mess hall, she looked at the others, still a bit embarrassed, and took a seat a little farther from them after getting her soup.

Greg finished his plate as he met Alice when he got up from the seat. She walked past him and sat down with the rest of the group. Alice waved at Hazel, noticing she sat down a little further down. She shrugged, deciding it was her choice to sit where she liked. She sat down and rubbed her hands together, preparing to consume the next bowl of tomato soup. It was pretty good quality of food, compared to what she was normally used to.

Greg walked up to the group with a wicked grin across his face. He placed his hand on Rand's shoulder "You started it" He said coldly, pausing for a moment. "Alright, listen up, worms. Because my chicken was so good, I will give you all half an hour before the training session starts. You can have a date or whatever you want" He placed one hand on Alice shoulder and one on Rand's "Do not worry. The session is schedueled and will not be like the first one" He grinned as he walked past the group "This session will show who is an elite soldier, and who is not. I expect you all to pull this trough!" He threw the plate into a bucket on his way out "Oh, and write a letter to your close ones, in case you do not live it trough" He closed the door to the room and the sound of his footstep became more and more distant.

Deuce got up from where he was sitting and went over to where hazel was sitting away from the others. He went up tyo he rbut did not sit down. He looked at her for a moment before he spoke. He spoke quietly so not to allow the others to listen in. "Ma'am, may I take a seat or would you like to have your privacy?" He waited and watched patiently for a responce from her.

Royce met Apple by the door and giving him a salute, as he walked into the dining room. He walked straight at the counter and grabbed a bowl of soup. When he walked trough the room he kept an eye on the group in the middle. They seemed like they were socialising pretty well, and Royce decided not to interrupt anything. He instead sat down at the table closest to the counter where they got soup from, along and several tables away from the others. He had decided not to make too good friend with any of these people. If he did, he would just mourn the loss of them while in combat. He paused the thinking for a second and looked at the door which Apple walked out of. Maybe they would not even get to combat and die in training. Either way, it was best to remain friendless, for the time being at least.

Hazel smiled and waved back at alice, contemplating on wether to move any closer or not. just as she began to lift her tray she was cut off by the rough voice of Greg as he gave them all instructions, and allowed them free time. Maybe it would be a good time to get to know all of them. she continued considering this as she spooned some more tomato soup into her mouth. The stuff was quite good...better than army food, for sure, but the Navy's meals where unbeatable.

Hazel looked up at Duece then , diverting her gaze to Royce as he walked in, and then smiling back at the man in front of her.

" I don't mind. you can sit here. "

She paused and smiled once more.

" My name is Hazel. Hazel Barron "

She extened her hand in a friendly gesture.

Deuce accepted the friendly gesture and sat down in front of her. he seemed quite a bit larger in person but had a very friendly look on his face. He looked at her before he spoke. "Deuce Wyatt of the U.S Special Forces Delta Rangers. Sniper First Class. Pleased to meet you miss Barron? He sat smiling as he waited for her responce. He rustled around in the stuffy clothing before he relaxed and sat up straight, adjusting the suits sleeves occasionally.

He looked at Alice and blushed slightly then got a peace of paper and made a letter and shoved in his pocket with the pen " ........im scared now" He said in a acual scared voice " this guy isnt kidding." He got up from the table and paced back and forth " dammit i feel bad i said those things to Commander ......" He looked at Alice " you think we will all be ok ?"

The Major had noticed Deuce quickly finish his soup. "Hungry, aren't you?", he said. Deuce seemed like a good guy, though the two hadn't conversed much. Jan found a seat next to Amir's own, and ate his food equally as fast as the aforementioned. Yaacov wasn't too hungry for the time, only supplying himself with half of the food prepared for him - enough for the morning, at least.

He noticed Hazel walk in the room, she seemed to sit rather distant from the rest of the crew. Perhaps, not everyone is well acquainted with each, he had thought. After all, it'd only been one day.

While igniting the flame on his lighter in preparation to smoke his morning cigarette, the commander came over, and made an announcement regarding the next training exercise. "A half hour", a decent amount of time to prepare. He'd noted that we should write those dearest to us, but perhaps that wasn't as good of an idea as it sounded, given the nature of the letter itself. Although second guessing whether or not he should, he decided not to do it. No need to make anyone worry about him until he was dead, he thought.

Almost every drag of his cigarette felt good during the time he waited, though it only lasted five minutes, at most. He adjusted his bandanna, and hair to revert it back into the position it had been in when he first did it up. Mullet-esque looking hair, was another thing Amir had an affinity for. Feeling his face, he realized he hadn't shaved in two days. He already had a chinstrap going by now, with some various stubble around other areas. He didn't bother to shave it, though.

Royce had seemingly been looking upon the group. Amir wondered what exactly was going on his mind, but across the way, Deuce was conversing with Hazel. Amir just sat, rubbing his facial hair. He wasn't too interested in everyone else right now as he would've been otherwise, he had to get in the zone from the way Greg spoke. He stood up, near the trash can, and lit up one of his last few cigarettes. "Damn, only one left after this". He'd been thinking about asking Apple where he might be able to get his hands on some cigars. If anyone knew, it'd be him.

" Hazel, If you will. It's a pleasure . "

She said in a kind, even tone, gingerly brushing a peice of hair behind her ear. She was glad to find that the others...or at least a few of them...where in fact kind hearted. As she spooned a little more soup up and nodded to him.

" Ah yeah? gsounds awesome. "
She nodded then cocked her head slighty.

" so , you're form the U.S too...where in? "

"I am from the state of Alabama. Wouldn't expect someone as strong and well trained as me from there, but its different than most poeple plan to believe."

He smiled and started to mess with a pocket watch in his hand.

" I wonder..... .what happend to Camillie ? i only saw her once " Rand said looking around " i hope shes ok" He started walking back and forth and started mumbling " gatta be prepared"

Hazel laughed softly.

" No, actually , Id expect the strongest to come from the mid west and that area. I've seen my fair share of SEALS with a deep western accent. As for me, Most of my life has been lived in South Florida, The keys actually. "

gazing down at the pocket watch, hazel couldn't help but place a gentle hand on the cross aorund her neck. Juno, the only family figure she had ever really known, had given it to her, and she wasn't about to let it go now. She then looked over toward Amir. She pulled a pack of Camel's out of her pocket and tossed them to him.

" Here...I quit. "

She said with a proud smile. Truth was she had never liked smoking anyway. The image just intrigeud her, and scince Juno did it, she had wanted to as well. It took effort not to laugh at herself then. She tilted her head toward Rand, and shrugged.

" Probably still in her room. "

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Camille sat there nibleing on a apple,she was full but she had a snake.She thoughtn ofthe past,how she could build of it for a momment she drifted away.The chating filled her ear but it seem so droze as her thoughts seem to shut her mind from listening and fully focing.Her eyes gazed at the wall.She heard talk about fights wepons and there past battle,no intrested her.

He looked at her eating all alone and walked over and sat with her " hey im Rand"

Her head shock, snaping back to the real world"Hm? o hi ,im camille, nice to meet you rand"She said looking up at him for a momment.Her lips lifted from the redish apple,she tryed to smile.Why was he here? what was his perrpess? what did he want? was he a threat? she started to think over and over now.

" So what unit are you from agian ?" HE smiled wondering where she was from.

Almost as quickly as Amir had been thinking about cigarettes, Hazel threw a pack of cigarettes over towards his position. "Ah, Camels, how suiting", he said with a slight smile. These were a god send, although filtered wasn't his preference, it would have to do for now. He thanked her in the form of a wink in conjuncture with pointing his hand at her in the form of a gun, and clicking his teeth.

He removed his final, and last cigarette, and transferred it to the pack he received from Hazel. With a full pack, he felt like he was nigh fully prepared.

He sighed and got up and started to walk to the outer area of the dining area and into the hall. He wandered out into the hall and stood up against the wall just trying to think and to see if anyone tried to follow him. A very sad look was on his face as he left the room.