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Current The ENT doc to me: "it's not looking so good in there". I know, doc. Please fix my nose, and maybe tell the VA to approve my claim.
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Survived the Spartan Race! ✌🏻
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1 mo ago
Doing the Spartan Race next week Sunday. I've ran like 3 times since becoming a mom so this should be fun...
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2 mos ago
Booked my second cruise. Can't wait to celebrate my little guy's second birthday!
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2 mos ago
@Jewel - get something you can live with for the rest of your life. What is something you’d never not be passionate about? I don’t regret my tattoo; I’m removing it for another reason.
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"And so it beings..." she whispered, briefly shooting Serena a sympathetic look. Isabela then got up and turned around to get the rest of the gear from her locker. She put some magazines in the appropriate pouches that were attached to her vest, and the rest remained in her bag. Hopefully there wouldn't be a need to go through them, but that was merely wishful thinking on her behalf. She expected to be shot at and hit, but dying from those injuries would be different. She couldn't even accept the thought.

Once she had the gear she needed, Isabela pulled up the balaclava which hung around her neck. She adjusted the comms device they were assigned and strapped on her helmet. She was about to grab her rifle when she realized she still wasn't done. Reaching into her locker, Isabela pulled out a pair of knee pads and adjusted them around each knee.

Ahora estoy lista, she thought to herself, grabbing her weapon and slinging the bag on her shoulder. "See you guys out there."

Outside, Isabela put her stuff next to Melnikov's and made her way around the side of the vehicle. Once she took the driver's seat, she turned to Melnikov.

"Mind if I drive?"

Lacey walked into the classroom, taking a quick glance at the other students before she sat down in her usual spot: the chair opposite the door on the front row. She wasn't quite sure why she liked it; maybe it was to avoid all the miserable souls who sat between her and whatever teacher happened to be giving the class. Aside from having virtually no freedom to go out except once in a while, the place wasn't anywhere near as bad as jail, so their forced rebellious attitude annoyed her more than anything.

After putting her stuff down, Lacey sat down on the chair and made herself comfortable before she turned around to address Vianna who was only a few spots directly behind her.

"Hey, roomie, I bet you're thrilled to be here," she said, motioning towards Payton with just the slightest movement. Lacey didn't know Vianna too well, but she'd seen her around campus before and from what Lacey could tell, Vianna was the flirty type. Lacey then smirked and turned around, wondering whether her minor teasing was enough to make Vianna hate her.
"You got it." Amy got up, carefully picking up her used dishes as to not drop any of them on the floor. With one leg, she pushed the chair into the table and made her way across the kitchen. She was somewhat exhausted, but also curious as to why Grayson wanted her to go down there, so she would make her way to the armory to meet with him in a couple of minutes. For the moment, Amy stacked the dishes in the dishwasher, her mind randomly alluding to the worst case scenario regarding their upcoming mission. The level of bloodshed she imagined was unlike anything she'd seen before.

"Damn..." she whispered, slightly disturbed by her own thoughts, but she was able to smile just as easily as she headed for the exit. "See you guys later."

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"Hey, you wanted to see me?" Amy leaned on the doorway, her arms crossed in front of her, "This better be important because you're cutting into my nap time."

@Crossfire
I'm guessing roommates will be randomly assigned?




Updated my CS with the tracker information. I'll wait for others to post.
Isabela was quick to roll up her sleeping bag. It was odd to think of it as a luxury, but given their current condition, that's exactly what it was. She stretched out the wrinkles before stuffing it into its bag. Melnikov was due back any moment now and she refused to appear sloppy. But she hadn't been feeling too well for the last couple of days; a lingering cold that just wouldn't leave her alone made her weak and with the desire to do absolutely nothing but sleep for days. Isabela suffered in silence though. She moved a tad slower, but she performed her job to expectations nonetheless. Or at least, she hoped that's what she was doing.

While some of the others chattered amongst themselves, Isabella put her sleeping bag away in her locker before she sat on one of the benches to lean back against the wall. She hugged her rifle purely out of instinct, probably because it made her feel a small amount of comfort. Not that she was in any imminent danger amongst her teammates per se, but the chills she was currently experiencing certainly didn't help.

Finally, as her superior walked through the entrance to the locker room, Isabela straightened up.
Just realized we had an OOC chat in the character tab.
@AlShayatin Is it a tad too much?
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