Bealocwealm
Junior Member
Jackalope had done his best to blend in, to resemble any wastelander. He wore a buttoned, somewhat stained shirt, brown trousers and suspenders, with a broad-brimmed hat and a faded bandana about his neck. His curly red hair had even been cropped pre-emptively shorter, only a couple inches long. He'd had a great deal of help -- the Followers had been an invaluable resource. Not only in the last six hours, but in the past six months. If it hadn't been for all their help, he doubted he'd be here today. Not here as in alive. His injuries had never been so severe as all that. But here -- fresh off the wagon, at the entrance to Camp Golf, someone in brown holding them up, fussing over the papers of all the new recruits who would soon be guided in.
It wasn't a wagon, exactly, so much as some old-world military vehicle which had been modified somewhat to be easier for Brahmin to pull. But it had been astounding to Jackalope -- he resembled some awestruck country bumpkin from far out West, satchel dangling loosely from his shoulder, hand holding to his hat, before whoever was looking through paperwork and from paper to recruit and back was, apparently, satisfied -- barking almost distractedly to the assembled recruits. "All right, you lot will be in Tent F, go right down the road through and it'll be to your right when you go between two lines of tents, clearly labeled. Put your stuff in there and stay put, your instructor will be there shortly."
He didn't even wait til half of them were past before groaning to the lady keeping watch on the road beside him: "I hate newbies... thank god they aren't keeping 'em in the building with us anymore..."
Frowning, Jackalope proceeded down, glancing around at all his fellow rookies curiously -- it had been hard to on the ride there, with some of those on the wagon being fellow recruits, and others being soldiers catching a ride on their way elsewhere, and the cover over the vehicle's back keeping it quite dim.
It wasn't a wagon, exactly, so much as some old-world military vehicle which had been modified somewhat to be easier for Brahmin to pull. But it had been astounding to Jackalope -- he resembled some awestruck country bumpkin from far out West, satchel dangling loosely from his shoulder, hand holding to his hat, before whoever was looking through paperwork and from paper to recruit and back was, apparently, satisfied -- barking almost distractedly to the assembled recruits. "All right, you lot will be in Tent F, go right down the road through and it'll be to your right when you go between two lines of tents, clearly labeled. Put your stuff in there and stay put, your instructor will be there shortly."
He didn't even wait til half of them were past before groaning to the lady keeping watch on the road beside him: "I hate newbies... thank god they aren't keeping 'em in the building with us anymore..."
Frowning, Jackalope proceeded down, glancing around at all his fellow rookies curiously -- it had been hard to on the ride there, with some of those on the wagon being fellow recruits, and others being soldiers catching a ride on their way elsewhere, and the cover over the vehicle's back keeping it quite dim.
