Silver
Freedom Fighters
Knight of the empire
Posts: 14
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Gender: Male
Age: 55
Army: Freedom Fighter
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Post by Silver on Aug 7, 2017 15:22:25 GMT
Date: July 2nd open to all Freedom Fighters
The old ursid had been up since the crack of dawn, cooking for the troops. It was what Ol' John did best, aside from working on the battlefields, but those instances were few and far between.
The low humming and grinding of gears informed the troops of Silver's work in the kitchen. His large form stood over the stove top as he cooked. The stove top was much like the one he had back in his ship's gallery. However, this one was more old-fashioned, with it running off fire power instead of steam or electricity, Silver ladled his stew and threw slabs of meat into bowls and onto plates before setting them on the table where the troops would come and pick them up.
Silver's cybernetic eye swept over his handiwork and he smirked with satisfaction while wiping his hands on his dirt-and-grease stained apron.
Stepping away from the kitchen, Silver headed to the opening of the tent and let out a sharp whistle to let the troops know that lunch was ready to be served.
((Alright first post! Here we go! 😃👏🏻)
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Hikaru
Freedom Fighters
Posts: 6
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Post by Hikaru on Aug 14, 2017 22:27:32 GMT
The scarred cadet picked up the used utensils and pots. The whole pile went into a tub of used water to be scrubbed, and then rinsed with clean water. It saved their precious water reserves but it made the task twice as disgusting and no one really wanted to do it. However, no matter the task, Hikaru never said anything. She didn't particularly care. It was hard to tell if she cared about anything really. The coarse boar bristle brush scratched firmly at the thick heave frying pan (one wonders if maybe there actually was a boar in the pride lands that had volunteered it's bristles for such utensils). Hikaru's scarred and mangled fingers making quick efficient work of the task before she dried the pan and set it in a 'clean pile' on a tarp besides her. And so she continued another task with out comment or complaint. Hikaru wasn't standoffish or sullen. She responded to Silver's questions, and the like. She just simply didn't seem to have much to say. She was passive, not resentful. The cadet was more than content in listening to Silver's elaborate tales. At least she made a good audience.
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Clawhauser
Freedom Fighters
"Oh! There you went you little dickens!"
Posts: 3
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Post by Clawhauser on Aug 20, 2017 18:54:18 GMT
It was hot. It was mucky too, but mostly hot. Almost too hot, for a cheetah Clawhauser actually wasn't a beast who did too well in the heat contrary to what his ancestors use to put up with. He was much more use to working his desk job at the ZPD, being in constant 24/7 air conditioning. He was starting to wonder why he hadn't just stuck to his job, why he had followed his friends into the midst of a war.
Sure he wanted to be an adventurous cop but he was really starting to regret it. Especially with the lack of donuts! One of his most favorite treats in the whole world! It had almost been two weeks now without the sugary sweet and it wasn't easy, just thinking of it making him salivate at the mouth. Savoring the thought of the delicious taste on his tongue. God he wanted a donut so bad...
His food induced thoughts were cut short at the sharp whistle that pierced his ears. Black tinted 'tufts' tilted forward as he turned his head to look. His gaze caught Silver standing at the entrance of the tent. His brown hues watched as people started to enter and get seated for lunch. The loud grumble of his stomach was one of the last things he really paid attention to before he got up on his feet and headed over to get into the tent as well. It wasn't a donut, but hey, at least it was food!
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