Post by BEX on Oct 24, 2011 5:03:34 GMT -5
The last few days had been more than cumbersome. Recruits were failing and it was wonder that they still retained half the people brought to the island initially. Of that bunch a few were doing well, some doing average, and still others on the lower end of the spectrum, but there was no time to fret over them. None whatsoever!
A new recruit was supposed to be arriving at the island today and the interviews had been so long ago that the director remembered very little of the man named… Bloody hell, what the devil was that git’s name? the director fumed as he fumbled with a sock. ‘Fae’ scandalously slipped into her usual wear while ‘Mae’ remained utterly bare to the world, her legs free as they remained refrained only by the meditatively state that she was in. Her long, flowing tresses resting in strands over elegant, royal shoulders; it was always a pleasure having two beautiful women sleep in his room unhindered by all the usual female formalities. They were ninja.
Finally in something respectable, the man thumbed through the pages and was still only able to discern that Carl B. Yank was an average joe for an extraordinary job: just where did he find these people?
Wondering had to wait as he was already flying through the flaps of his tent and heading towards the entrance of the camp where the blindfolded recruit would be brought to face his director, if he should pass for the first time. Tugging at the foreign flax shirt that graced his broad shoulders, the director seemed ill at ease meeting the recruit in this clothing, hell, he’d be hard pressed if he met anyone in this forsaken shirt! Muttering haughtily to himself he calmed the momentary passing of rage while ‘Fae’ and ‘Mae’ shared what would have been a stifled smile for schoolgirls between themselves, but they were hardly such things.
Blades strapped to both backs and in ‘Fae’’s case she was lined from the hip down with kunai knives while her belt remained fitted with shuriken, bo-shuriken and bladed projectiles that he’d yet to figure out the names. It was almost funny to think that these weren’t the strongest fighters on the island—among them to be sure—but there were a good deal of others that bested them in combat strength…none of them including any of the recruits he’d brought in…yet.
That little reminder set that bad mood rolling once again as he came to a place where a rather young looking man with short, dark hair and in a pressed suit was thrust to his knees and blindfolded. The flowing, undone tie said that he’d either had a rough time making it here or the lad was just untidy…both just would not do for the director. Not today.
A new recruit was supposed to be arriving at the island today and the interviews had been so long ago that the director remembered very little of the man named… Bloody hell, what the devil was that git’s name? the director fumed as he fumbled with a sock. ‘Fae’ scandalously slipped into her usual wear while ‘Mae’ remained utterly bare to the world, her legs free as they remained refrained only by the meditatively state that she was in. Her long, flowing tresses resting in strands over elegant, royal shoulders; it was always a pleasure having two beautiful women sleep in his room unhindered by all the usual female formalities. They were ninja.
Finally in something respectable, the man thumbed through the pages and was still only able to discern that Carl B. Yank was an average joe for an extraordinary job: just where did he find these people?
Wondering had to wait as he was already flying through the flaps of his tent and heading towards the entrance of the camp where the blindfolded recruit would be brought to face his director, if he should pass for the first time. Tugging at the foreign flax shirt that graced his broad shoulders, the director seemed ill at ease meeting the recruit in this clothing, hell, he’d be hard pressed if he met anyone in this forsaken shirt! Muttering haughtily to himself he calmed the momentary passing of rage while ‘Fae’ and ‘Mae’ shared what would have been a stifled smile for schoolgirls between themselves, but they were hardly such things.
Blades strapped to both backs and in ‘Fae’’s case she was lined from the hip down with kunai knives while her belt remained fitted with shuriken, bo-shuriken and bladed projectiles that he’d yet to figure out the names. It was almost funny to think that these weren’t the strongest fighters on the island—among them to be sure—but there were a good deal of others that bested them in combat strength…none of them including any of the recruits he’d brought in…yet.
That little reminder set that bad mood rolling once again as he came to a place where a rather young looking man with short, dark hair and in a pressed suit was thrust to his knees and blindfolded. The flowing, undone tie said that he’d either had a rough time making it here or the lad was just untidy…both just would not do for the director. Not today.