Post by z_faecakes on Sept 8, 2010 22:51:37 GMT -5
The application had been mind-bending, the interview, nerve-wracking, but finally here Vash stood awaiting his code name to be assigned, coinciding with his superiour he'd serve under. Vash had trained long and hard to get where he was, standing in the pristine halls of the Londinium Air Control Headquarters, awaiting the arrival of his superiour. Tension built in his muscles as Vash shifted to one leg slightly. He'd been standing fully erect for about the past 15 minutes or so, waiting in line with the other newly recruited men and women of the air force. He felt uncomfortable standing there, like he stood out. Most of the other recruits seemed much older then he--- or at the very least taller. Part of Vash wondered if he really belonged here... but the militants would've never hired him on were that the case; they weren't fools here just accepting anyone off the streets. This had been the Swiss' native's second time applying as it were.
A loud 'tock' snapped the blonde from his mental ramblings, and his eyes jerked up and fixated onto the clock that laid dead centre above the grand doors. Two minutes to precisely twelve hundred hours. Soon...
Another warning 'tock' as the minute hand moved up yet again. Vash's fists clenched tightly against his sides. Sweat slicked his palms as if he'd been soaking them in hot water. He had no idea whom he'd been assigned to, but no military captain was a lenient one. He felt his adrenaline race from his heart to his neck then pool down into the pit of his stomach as the second hand invisibly reached the thirty second mark. There was no physical second hand on the clock, but that didn't count the ever punctual and obedient private from calculating his time accordingly. Numbers had always seemed to come easy to him.
Fifteen seconds now.... Ten... Five... Zero.
Green orbs locked onto the wooden framed of the door, breathing all but stopped from his person. The perfect sound posture of a newly recruited soldier.
A loud 'tock' snapped the blonde from his mental ramblings, and his eyes jerked up and fixated onto the clock that laid dead centre above the grand doors. Two minutes to precisely twelve hundred hours. Soon...
Another warning 'tock' as the minute hand moved up yet again. Vash's fists clenched tightly against his sides. Sweat slicked his palms as if he'd been soaking them in hot water. He had no idea whom he'd been assigned to, but no military captain was a lenient one. He felt his adrenaline race from his heart to his neck then pool down into the pit of his stomach as the second hand invisibly reached the thirty second mark. There was no physical second hand on the clock, but that didn't count the ever punctual and obedient private from calculating his time accordingly. Numbers had always seemed to come easy to him.
Fifteen seconds now.... Ten... Five... Zero.
Green orbs locked onto the wooden framed of the door, breathing all but stopped from his person. The perfect sound posture of a newly recruited soldier.