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[center][color=800000][h1][i]2nd Lieutenant Yvette Slade[/I] [/h1][/color]
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[indent]The 2nd Lieutenant, suiting up in the standard required dress code, pressed on her designated uniform jacket as she smiled to her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Slade raised the zipper upwards feeling the jacket tighten on her skin, but also feeling pride in what the uniform stood for. It was what she was all about, a hardcore patriot. Rules, discipline, respect, Slade took it all very serious, and her unit knew it either through the deep quick remarks foretelling what it means to be soldier, or the harsh barks in frustration when immaturities occur among O'Connor. But it is always Slade that snaps the stupid out of people, or to pull some back together to composure. Yet her personality was never a cold one, she instead is very much concerned to know her soldiers' thoughts, sensing not everyone has been completely open. She is still trying to figure out her superior, Lieutenant Delouse, yet she rubs off intimidating. Before her transfer to NO-36, Slade had just been rewarded with not only the promotion to 2nd Lieutenant, but she was known as a hero. Slade rescued her team from a nasty fate, especially her squad leader who could have had his brains blasted before his troops. Yet, now she's here, its puzzling why, a undeniably dedicated soldier, but Slade's a big believer in everything happening for a reason. 

Slade marched into the commons area. Even her pure walk had a swagger in it, confidence but not in any sort of self-absorbed manner. She was not going to lie, her life lately has been boring, if only there were some kind of shooting range. Now she will just have to settle with the CD player she managed to bring along with her. It was set on the couch where she walked towards it, popping in one of her favorite discs, Rock and Roll, Slade still loved it ever since her rebellious anarchist teen days. She made sure to keep it on a low volume however in order to not be disruptive with the sound playing through the speakers of the machine. Right beside her was Private Webley, casually playing pool by himself. He was not on any bad terms with Slade. 

"Private Webley," she only used titles and often referred to people by their last names. "Finish your shift, eh?" Once given an acceptable answer, Slade nodded her head and took a seat on the couch. "Pool, would join, if I weren't so inclined to be so bad at the game. Would say I'm more of your darts type of girl, or even chess." It was small talk, small talk bored her though. But she supposed it was a way to start a conversation. "Hey, how do you feel about seeing some action?" She chuckled softly, "Yeah, that's if we'll see any action. Don't worry, you're 2nd Lieutenant is going to keep you safe." This was an example of Slade's friendliness and warm personality. This showed the signs that she wasn't all that too intimating or strict, but in fact very open- a good leader.  
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