4F for Freedom!

[Velmont]

Lianne looks over the papers and starts to fill it.

"I must thank you to have the decency not to show me the picture you have about me in my intimity. I see most of the picture you've shown me are my public life.

I suppose you'll give us uniforms and weapons for this mission. If it is the case, I would like you add some throwing knife into my stock and some baseball...

And another lady you say. Well, too bad. I thought I would have the chance to be the only one having the chance to have the company of two strong man. I hope she is not too gready." She adds with a smile.

 

[Kevin Perrine]

Mustang Sally

Lianne looks over the papers and starts to fill it.

"... And another lady you say. Well, too bad. I thought I would have the chance to be the only one having the chance to have the company of two strong man. I hope she is not too gready." She adds with a smile.

right on cue, as if her ears were burning...
Sally sits up with her back against the side of the temporary bunk laid out in her quarters. She pulls her knees up tight to her chin and flips her hair back on the bed continuing to gaze up through the cracks.

"boooored bored bored, bored bored."
she mutters feeling around up and behind her blindly on the bed... Her thin fingers toy around with the edges of the enlistment papers until she gets a firm grip, whipping the pages down in front of her as her knees bow to her chin. Feet spread with the pages inbetween.

"hmmm, Department of War's Metahuman Military Detachment... Detachment... That means I'm probably not alone......... KEWL!! geeze I wonder who else is on the team..?!? Man-o-man I hope there's another girl. I don't wanna be the only one."
Sally's youthful innocence spread across her excitement, as she accidentally let out a giggle... Just outside a couple POs walk by and double take back at the barrack quarters.

"Oh geeeze what if, what if I'm the only girl... heheh... maybe I'd be like Dale Arden or maybe like Wilma Deering, yeah!!"
With a child-like glee the "little girl" starts goofing making her hand into a pretend spaceship, zipping around her head.
And then she comes to a realitization...

"... oh man... I hope they like me..."

 

[Mark Chance]

"Uh...sir. I know this could well be dangerous work, and..I take it provisions will be made for our families if we..bite the bullet, so to speak? I know I'm strong and tough, but I'm not such a damn fool as to believe I'm invincible. It's just that I'm the only earner since what happened to Dad, and..I just want to make sure they'll be provided for."

Johnson nods. "The military is generous in this regard. You'll be able to name beneficaries for a fifty-thousand dollar life insurance policy. Of course, ya'll will be salaried as well. On the books, each of you will commissioned and paid as an Army captain, but at first that rank is classified and basically honorary."

Johnson takes some time to answer other questions and make necessary insurances. After this is done, PO3 Gaines is called into the room. Gaines helps each recruit through the short stack of paperwork. Johnson administers the oath of service.

"Well, let's get ya'll over to the barracks to meet Sally. After that, you'll have until oh-nine-hundred Thursday to make whatever arrangements need to be made. Then, you ship out to Fort Lewis, Washington. Gaines will be accompanying you as liaison, and he's your point of contact if you have any questions or concerns. I'm returning to D.C. this evening."

Johnson snaps a salute to the U.S. military's newest enlistees.

"God speed," he says.

After good-byes are exchanged, Gaines leads the quartet over to a converted hangar.

"Male on the floor!" he hollers as enters the building. The entryway is a hall running the length of the hangar. Doors are spaced evenly on either side of the hall. "Mustang Sally, please come meet your fellow squad members!"

OOC: Okay, folks. Make intros. If there are any last questions for Johnson, et cetera, post them and I'll get them answered ASAP. If you'd like to post a scene about your respective character's farewells, please do so. I'd like to move the game to Fort Lewis by Wednesday evening.

 

[Kevin Perrine]

Mustang Sally

After good-byes are exchanged, Gaines leads the quartet over to a converted hangar.

"Male on the floor!" he hollers as enters the building. The entryway is a hall running the length of the hangar. Doors are spaced evenly on either side of the hall. "Mustang Sally, please come meet your fellow squad members!"

"burrzzzzzzuurrrzzzzzz..." Sally still imagining herself on the arm of a strapping young gent with platnum blond hair and ice blue eyes, WHILE HANGING FROM A ROCKET SHIP over the Gorge of Annihilation on the blue side of the moon!!

With a child-like glee the "little girl" starts goofing making her hand into a pretend spaceship, zipping around her head.
And then she comes to a realitization...

"... oh man... I hope they like me..."

just then...
"Male on the floor!" a familiar voice echoes across the hangar. "Mustang Sally, please come meet your fellow squad members!"

Sally quickly snaps back to Earth, slipping on the military docs that she'd lain about the floor around her.
ahh, geeeze I don't even have my aviator costume on let alone military fatigues! Sally thought as she quickly cleaned up the mess she'd made.
Pulling on a white canvas sneaker she grabbed a bobby-pin and prodded it into her hair to be *presentable*. Sally didn't look bad at all, she just looked like an 18 year old - relaxed and maybe ready to go down to the sock-hop.

Turning the corner from her bunk quarters Sally stutter-stepped, hopping on one foot to get the second sneaker on. From the ground up our "little girl" had no socks on under her sneakers. Her capris khakis hung down to her calf, and showed a bit of her tummy. She had a breezey blouse on, sort of a light flowered pattern and a white top under it. Her hair pinned back and lightened from the sun was normally an auburn brown - as were her eyes.
To look at her you'd think she was the daughter of one of the generals hanging around the base...
Cute.
Young.
Spunky.

In fact, you might not even give young Sally a passing glance with the other women in the barracks... But then that sparkle, that something extra - that normal people don't have catches your attention... as her voice cracks...

"Ummm, hey sir... uhhh.... I mean... SIR Yes sir! Sally Singer reporting for ... ummm.... duty..." trailing to a whisper "are we in the duty part yet?.?.?..."

Sally stands to attention. She knows the military. She knows how to be ready... but she just wasn't ready..... Sally didn't plan to meet her teammates tonight... "ooops" she thought, looking up at them with her best puppydog eyes.
Slouching from attention, kicking one foot behind the other, ducking her shoulders and looking at her feet as she toyed with her hands in front of her.
Finally looking up with a little hand wave and a big smile.

 

[Synchronicity]

Bulwark

Bulwark looks relieved as Johnson confirms that his family will be compensated if the big man is killed in the line of duty. He gladly signs the papers, and trails along to meet the team's fourth member. 'Mustang Sally? Huh. Wonder what that's all about. Hey, she's practically a kid! Guess she must be old enough to sign up, I don't think the military would take on underage recruits.'

Bulwark returns Sally's smile with a friendly one of his own, trying to make her feel at ease. (OOC: Check the first page of this thread, my first post, for the full details of Bulwark's appearance) 'She reminds me of Jennifer, even though she looks nothing like her. Same endless energy!'

"I don't think it's a problem, miss. We're not exactly in the regular military anyways. It's a real pleasure to meet you, Miss Singer. Please forgive the rather eye-catching get-up; I figured I should come here in costume. When I'm wearing this, I call myself Bulwark, but like I told the others, you can just call me Paul. So you're coming with us to defend US interests against the Japs, huh?"

Bulwark extends a hand to shake as he speaks, his friendly and reassuring smile never wavering and his blue eyes twinkling. His voice is low, steady, and eminently sincere, his American accent soothing. Bulwark, standing 6'3" tall, most likely towers over Sally; but even he is dwarved by the immense 8' tall form of Atlas standing beside him. If Sally shakes his hand, she finds that although the man is obviously very muscular, his handshake is surprisingly gentle, and he doesn't seem at all menacing despite his obvious size and strength.

Wonder what she can do? Guess I'll find out in due time.

"Uh..miss, if you don't mind me asking...what's the story behind being called 'Mustang Sally?' It's a mighty interesting name! I mean, with Atlas here it's mostly self-explanatory, but not so much with yourself."

Bulwark's still smiling, and seems genuinely curious about Sally's moniker.

 

[Kevin Perrine]

"Uh..miss, if you don't mind me asking...what's the story behind being called 'Mustang Sally?' It's a mighty interesting name! I mean, with Atlas here it's mostly self-explanatory, but not so much with yourself."

"Paul... that's a nice name, hansome... reminds me of Dad in his old pictures before the war" Sally thought as she stretched out her arm at full length to shake his hand. "wunder what 'Bull-Art' means..?"
Still a little nervous about meeting the folks all unprepared, Sally doesn't really make eye contact with Paul until the last second of the handshake. If you can believe it she hasn't even noticed Atlas yet...
Paul's warm smile gives Sally leave to broaden her grin into the biggest smile you've ever seen. [OOC: think Julia Roberts but shorter] As she giggles a touch - rolls her eyes over once, puts her hand up to her side pointing at her head....

"...Sally..."
then she twirls her hand once pointing up into the rafters of the Hanger...
"...Mustang..."
the engines are gorgious (if you like engines), sure - they're modified but you can tell... any American can tell... The engines laced together with a flight harness are Mustangs pure bred.

"They're tank-busters sir... P-51s - Mustangs the Cadillac of the Sky... Angels in my hands........"

"...me... ...I like to fly!"

 

[Karl Green]

Atlas

Atlas smiles and heads to the other hanger to meet this "Mustard Sally" ()

When he gets to the larger hanger he grows back to his full 12 feet size. He also nods his head to the flying gal and says "I am also very please to meet you miss? And yep, you can call me Atlas, pretty much tell you everything there is to know about me"

Atlas will look around and try and take in as much of the equipment as he can, fascinated by all this new fangaled technology!

 

[Synchronicity]

Bulwark

"...Sally..."
then she twirls her hand once pointing up into the rafters of the Hanger...
"...Mustang..."

"They're tank-busters sir... P-51s - Mustangs the Cadillac of the Sky... Angels in my hands........"

"...me... ...I like to fly!"

Bulwark looks up as Sally points, and a low whistle escapes his lips as he sees the engines.

"Well, I don't know much about engines, but those look like beauties. But you mean to tell me you carry those things? How.."

He obviously pulls himself up short, and gives a sheepish grin.

"Sorry. Forgot I was talking to another member of the 'Metahuman Military Detachment'. I mean, I still don't know how much I can lift, just that a brace of trucks doesn't even make me break a sweat. I guess if you say you carry them, that's good enough for me! Me, I've never had much experience of flying. Considering my abilities make me super-heavy, and I hadn't pegged Atlas or miss Lily as the flying type, it's a good thing to have someone who can supply us with a bit of aerial support."

Now that Sally has drawn his attention to the equipment above, Bulwark glances around the hanger, taking it all in. Without trying, he seems to exude an aura of stability and competence, a calming force on the environment.

 

[Kevin Perrine]

Mustang Sally

Atlas will look around and try and take in as much of the equipment as he can, fascinated by all this new fangaled technology!

Being as tall as he is Atlas could probably easily reach up and swat her "Angel-Wings" off the harness.
"geeze I hope he don't....... HOLY MOLY!!" she thinks finally taking in the man-mountain that is Atlas.
and as she's thinking it, her mouth says it...
"HOLY MOLY!!"
"Mister yer GI-NORMOUS!!..."

Even though he'd said so, just lookin' at Atlas wasn't nearly everything Sally wanted to know about him... Everyone else in the room just dissapeared (in Sally's eyes) and she began with childlike glee...

"Geeze Mr. Atlas, your momma musta been HUGE... How tall are you? You must weigh as much as a jeep, huh?? When you're big do you eat lots more? and when you get small does all that food get small too or is your tummy just really big? Where do you buy boots? How tall is your girlfriend? Do you like airplanes?? Can you see really far when you're walkin down the street? You're as big as three men, are you as strong?? You toenail clippers must be the size of a hacksaw... Do you let people ride on your shoulders?!! Have you ever mooshed anyone by walkin on them by accident?? ... and how come you have a big fluffy beard but no hair on your head?!??....
HEY.... wait a minute - he said HIS name was Paul... are you Babe the Blue Ox??"
Enquiring minds want to know... as Sally jumps up to grab his hand...

 

[Velmont]

Lianne looks at Sally.

Great, she looks more like a kid. I hope my first impression is wrong... hardly!

While Lily is looking at Altlas trying to impress Sally with his strenght, she grab something that is near her mindlessly and start to throw it in the air and catch it back.