Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160208023602/@comment-5583506-20160220061920

The girl approached the desk of the recruitment manager nervously. The signs outside the booth had scared her, stating rather bluntly that they  wanted  her to join the army. A part of her pleaded to her to turn around and leave before she did something she would regret, but she knew that joining the army would be her only chance of ever finding out the truth.

"I... I want to enlist", she said.

The recruitment manager looked up from his papers, eyeing the girl curiously. "No, you don't", he grunted and then went back to his own work.

"I have good preferences", insisted the girl. It was too late for her to back out now. If she didn't go through with it now, she wouldn't be able to do so again. She could feel it. She wouldn't take no for an answer.

The recruitment manager ignored her and kept writing in his documents. The girl reached for some papers in the back of her pocket and eagerly planted them on the desk, showing him that she was willing.

The man looked up from his papers, his harsh gaze meeting hers.

She didn't sway, but her eyes told him of her insecurity. Yet there was just something about her that made him know that she wouldn't back down from doing this, no matter how insecure she felt.

He sighed loudly followed by a grunt and whipped out a clean paper from a folder and put it before him. "Name?" he asked.

"Ale..." She shut herself up for a moment. She needed to know the truth. But if they knew whom she was would they ever allow her to get that far? "Aleksandra", she lied. "My name is Aleksandra."

"Aleksandra", repeated the man with a groaning voice as he jotted the name down with one hand and adjusting his thick moustache with the other. "Surname?"

She froze up. What if they had a register over everyone with her surname and found out that there was no one named Aleksandra going by that name? Would she punished for lying? Or else she could only that there was someone else in her hometown going by the exact same name.

"It's..."

"Nevermind", grunted the man, who clearly wanted to be through with this insecure girl as fast as possible. "Your hometown then?"

"N-Nikopol", she said. "Nikopol, Ukraine."

"I know where that is", he said, eyeing her coldly. "I am not stupid. Do you think I am stupid?"

She shuddered. "N-no..."

"No what?"

"No, sir", she finished.

He shot her a sharp glare before filling in her papers. "Gender... female. You are a girl, right? Your hair is perhaps a bit short. Pretty thing like you should let that grow, not that you will have need of it in the army. Length..." He leaned over the desk and observed her cautiously before returning to the papers to continue to write. "About 1.55 m... I assume you are still growing?"

She fumbled nervously with her fingers.

"Well?!" he said sharply.

"Oh. Uhm... yes. Sorry, sir."

"Better speak up when spoken to", he grumbled. "How old are you?"

"Fourteen, sir."

"Fourteen", he mumbled to himself. "Any allergy, handicaps or illness?"

"N-no, sir. Though I do suffer from migraine attacks from time to time."

"I see", he muttered. "Any prescripted medicine for that?"

"Just... maybe a pill or so a month, sir."

"Prescription", he said as he filled the box on the paper. "Otherwise fine... Weight?"

"58 kg, sir. At least from last I checked."

"You should eat more..." he said, though she wasn't sure whether he was actually making a note of it or whether it was just some random advice from nowhere. "Now then, sexual orientation?"

She raised her eyebrows. She hadn't heard either of those words before. They sounded complicated. "Could... could you explain the question, sir?"

"What kind of gender do you prefer in terms of romantic, platonic or sexual relationship?"

Though she knew what romantic relationship meant she did not understand the question in its whole and what sort of relevance it would have. She just wanted to become a soldier.

"I... still don't understand what you are asking, sir?"

"Girl's bloody daft", muttered the recruitment manager under his breath. "Simple really. Boys or girls? If you ever was to love someone would that be a boy or a girl?"

She finally got what it was he asked of her, but as the question hit her she didn't really know what to reply. Boys did kind of gross her out. Some of them had poured mud into her schoolbench once. The reason why she had short, tousled hair was because she had decided to cut it short to keep the boys in the hallways from constantly pulling at it. It was a tricky question. She got along better with girls and she couldn't really imagine herself ever kissing a boy. The idea was repulsive. But then again two girls being together was unheard of... especially in the army. She had done her homework about it. She knew what the answer had to be, though in truth she didn't really know the right answer herself.

"Boys", she said, unsure whether she had just told him a lie, or an uncomfortable truth.

"Sexual orientation: heterosexual", he murmured. He then brought the paper up for further examination. "Now I just need you to fill your address there in that blank spot, along with the date and year you were born and we will be sending for you when the time comes."

"Yes, sir", she said as she filled in the blanks.

"I am assuming your parents are your caretakers?"

She turned still. "N-no... My grandparents are."

"We will notify them then", he said, making an honorary gesture. "Glory to the Motherland, private Aleksandra of Nikopol."

"Glory to the Motherland, sir", she said, repeating the gesture rather clumsily.

"Dismissed", he said as he returned to his paperwork.

Walking away from the office, she felt it as weights of lead had been bound around her ankles. She couldn't believe that she finally had gone through with it. And now there was no turning back. It didn't matter to her none. She needed this closure. Joining the army was her only chance of ever tracking the Kulagina project before those involved along with their progress disappeared from the face of the Earth. Luckily for them, they wouldn't know about her true identity. To them she would just be an unknown face; Private Aleksandra Nikopol from Ukraine...

Aleksandra shot her eyes open as she awoke from the dream. It was unlike her to dream about the past. But she figured that maybe it was triggered by the fact that she never before had been this close to finishing what she had started those eight years ago. This time she wouldn't let the project slip out of her hands wherever it was.

She was willing to go lengths to get it back. She would kill, she would torture... Hell, she would have even slept with the thief, if there had been a guarantee in getting her hands on what he stole. She just needed that project. Without it... her life would have lost all meaning.

She rolled out of bed with a sigh, adjusting her panties and fumbling around after where her bra had gone off to. She had a tendency to twist and turn in bed, causing her belongings to scatter all over the place by the time she woke up. She fastened the bra back where it belonged and got up, making some armlifts and some sit-ups just to warm her joints. Today was a big day for her... she could feel it. In fact she felt just as nervous as that day those eight years ago.

I just pray that the truth is the one I was looking for...