Post by Vladov Russ on Mar 4, 2014 5:11:32 GMT
Open to Skye
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Vladov Russ stepped out of the train station and looked around. So this was his new home. The bear of a man hoisted his worn canvas bag over his shoulder and made his way towards EIRAL headquarters. What better place for a soldier than the army? As he walked down the street, the man couldn't help but look around him. So many people... which ones were the demons he'd heard about? He shook his head once slowly. It didn't matter. The army was pure. Vladov came to the front of EIRAL headquarters and stepped inside. He set his bag on the ground and took a moment to make sure everything was in order. He was wearing his old combat uniform, which had been meticulously maintained. The grey coat and pants were faded, but not worn or frayed. His pants legs were bloused at the top of his black leather boots, which were polished to a mirror-like shine, and his face was clean, having been shaved that morning. Satisfied that he was as presentable as he was going to be, Vladov again picked up his bag, which contained all of his personal effects, as well as his disassembled rifle, and moved towards the recruiter's desk.
Vladov stopped at the recruiter's desk and stood at attention. He looked thoughtful for a moment and muttered something to himself, "How are you sayink..." His head snapped back up and his eyes gazed forward. "Good Afternoon! I am beink Vladov Russ seekink employment with die Ebony und Ivory Royal Army! I will be askink that you hold on to mine belonginks while I am here as there is a rifle und it is only right that mine weapon is beink removed while I am beink here." Vladov gingerly placed his bag on the countertop then returned to attention and snapped his right fist over his heart with a resounding thud in salute, and stood waiting
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Vladov Russ stepped out of the train station and looked around. So this was his new home. The bear of a man hoisted his worn canvas bag over his shoulder and made his way towards EIRAL headquarters. What better place for a soldier than the army? As he walked down the street, the man couldn't help but look around him. So many people... which ones were the demons he'd heard about? He shook his head once slowly. It didn't matter. The army was pure. Vladov came to the front of EIRAL headquarters and stepped inside. He set his bag on the ground and took a moment to make sure everything was in order. He was wearing his old combat uniform, which had been meticulously maintained. The grey coat and pants were faded, but not worn or frayed. His pants legs were bloused at the top of his black leather boots, which were polished to a mirror-like shine, and his face was clean, having been shaved that morning. Satisfied that he was as presentable as he was going to be, Vladov again picked up his bag, which contained all of his personal effects, as well as his disassembled rifle, and moved towards the recruiter's desk.
Vladov stopped at the recruiter's desk and stood at attention. He looked thoughtful for a moment and muttered something to himself, "How are you sayink..." His head snapped back up and his eyes gazed forward. "Good Afternoon! I am beink Vladov Russ seekink employment with die Ebony und Ivory Royal Army! I will be askink that you hold on to mine belonginks while I am here as there is a rifle und it is only right that mine weapon is beink removed while I am beink here." Vladov gingerly placed his bag on the countertop then returned to attention and snapped his right fist over his heart with a resounding thud in salute, and stood waiting