Brutal Boot Camp - Day 1

[disciplines]

Who: Alleyne and anyone/everyone going to boot camp
What: Day 1 in a week of intensive training and educating the masses
When: May 11th
Where: A forest right on the border of the Dead Zone
Rating: S for Shenanigans (Shouldn't be more than PG13 at most)

The elf waited at the crack of dawn, standing firm in the lobby, carrying only a small pack on her shoulders and gripping her staff tight. She had on a simple mantle over her usual green outfit, hood down, taping one of the capped ends of her weapon against the ground. A commanding presence and sense of enthusiasm radiated off of her almost, a slight, sadistic grin on her lips.

Alleyne never smiles. Those who saw that glimpse of happiness knew from the onset this trip would be a horrible, grueling experience. Those who knew not could remain blissfully unaware, thinking of her just as a teacher happy to help anyone learn.

"Time to go, hope you all can keep up!" she said as she lead them out as close to the Dead Zone as they could get, making them walk the last bit of the trip through thick woods. She stepped through them as one would expect an elf to, watching everyone hack their way through behind her.

She found a suitable spot about an hour into their walk, a stream nearby. She stopped and began to make camp, inviting everyone over to sit down and take a good look at their new surroundings.

"This is our home for the next week. Get used to it and treat it well."

The sun peeked in through the canopy, illuminating the area beautifully. If you're going to be stuck there, may as well be somewhere easy on the eyes.

[Bag Inspection | Poison Ivy | Tents and Campfires]

[OOC: There's still time to join! Throw them in anywhere! Open to anyone ever! Prose or action-spam is perfectly okay! IC Info Post | OOC Info Post]

Comments

[wilder]

Noooo kidding. Just reading it makes me want to get drunk and laid.

But I guess we have no choice but to find that someone for her!

[shipper_on_deck]

Sounds like a plan to me!

[griiin] She's lucky to have friends like us.

[wilder]

[Grins back] The luckiest~!

Oh! We should probably make fake spots too! In case she goes looking for the book on her own.

[shipper_on_deck]

[she glances back at the trail they're making. Not much of one, but hey. This could be fun.

She turns around, carefully doubling back for a while before veering off again.] Then we better make it more fun for her. Wouldn't want to disappoint her, after all.

[wilder]

Of course! We gotta make this very fun.

[He continues walking until a spot near a rock, lifting the rock up and setting it aside. He pockets the gradebook and pulls out his journal, ripping out a page and writing "Not quite!" in anonymous handwriting, following up the paper and dropping it into the hole the rock made- lifting up the rock again to drop it sloppily on there]

[shipper_on_deck]

[sniggering]

A wild goose chase.

[she starts heading towards sounds of water. Easier to lose a trail there. And put up some false ones all around it. Hmmm.] I'd say leave a page in a goose nest, but those things are vicious.

[wilder]

[He snorts]

She likes to go on about her prowess as a combat instructor, doesn't she? She can handle geese.

[Looking around] Oh hey is that a poison ivy patch...?

[shipper_on_deck]

[a slow smirk spreads over her face]

So it is. I think it would work wonders for our purposes.

[wilder]

[He snickers]

You think so?

[shipper_on_deck]

I know so.

[and she finds a long stick and starts carefully poking in the undergrowth. Maybe they can hide it in there without disturbing it and leaving too much of a trail]

[wilder]

[He snickers and crosses his arms, watching. ]

I gotta say, I love the way your mind works, Isabela. ♥

[shipper_on_deck]

Wait till you see how the rest of me works. [huhuhu.

And there's now a nice unobtrusive hole in the middle of the patch, perfect for a gradebook.]

Better make a decoy here too, just in case.

[wilder]

I can hardly wait. [HEH.]

[He holds out the gradebook for her]

Right, more decoys it is!

[shipper_on_deck]

[she grins, taking the gradebook and carefully burying it in the dirt and rearranging the plants. At the edge of the poison ivy patch, she digs another hole with much less finesse. She rips a page out of the journal and simply draws a smiley face on it before burying it in the dirt.]

Well, that's done. Shall we continue our merry little stroll through the forest?

[wilder]

[He grins as she does that, watching since he doesn't want to get hit by poison ivy that's unpleasant.]

Of course! The night's still young!