Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24849899-20151119014130/@comment-24487330-20151125201309

Try as she might, Holly had found it difficult to sleep last night. Contrary to what skepticism might infer, though, she wasn't kept awake by the presence of men around her. Rather, it was caused by anxiety for the rigorous exercises that the following day would surely bring. Just as Chris had told her, there would be no special treatment; in fact, she fully expected to be treated more harshly, considering the innate endurance with which her mamono nature endowed her.

As such, she was quick to rise with the rest of Delta Squad, a bit drowsy at first but quickly rousing to full awareness. After quickly dressing and fixing her hair a bit to look presentable, she fixed the sheets on her bed, tucking them as smoothly and tightly as she could. As soon as she finished, she turned toward the rest of the barracks...and saw SSgt. McDowwel watching her expectantly. Clearly, she hadn't been fast enough, and he called her to attention with all the command that one might expect of a drill instructor. "Sir, yes sir," she responded promptly and stepped forward, standing to attention. There was a bit of tension as she awaited her superior's response...