A Below-Average Guide: Page 1Have you ever wanted to be independent? Is your best friend pressuring you into reflecting on your life as they move on from childhood; making you feel like you depend on everything but you yourself? This guide will help you, dependent reader; to break free of your parents’ house and out into the world!
Step 1. In order to start off; you must wake up and get up off your parents’ bed. You didn’t pay for the mattress--- your parents did!!!
Step 2. The next thing to do is wash that face of yours, lazy kid! No one wants to see you with dirt on your face--- someone can easily think you’re poor!!
Step 3. Finally, you faint on the floor. No one likes waking up, so why not just go back to sleep? You’ll do it tomorrow…
REMEMBER: Procrastination Rocks!!!
Cold and Careless Ch. 1The young man got off the train, a rather pissed off look on his face as he carried a grey backpack along, heading for the blue building. He looked to be a bit angry in his walk, the doctor noted; and when the young man approached BLU he didn’t acknowledge the doctor’s existence and just walked into the building without holding the door open.
The doc grinned at this tough recruit, it’ll be a lot of fun breaking this man… He got up from where he sat outside and moved to follow patiently, figuring that the recruit was a loner.
But, in all reality the new Scout was simply sent here by his parents, and that last argument he had with them they wanted him to die out on the battlefield; fall for no reason other than hate; just so that they would never hear his voice or see his face again.
Under his hat and earpiece, hidden by the blonde bangs; was a scar. It looked deep, but due to this man’s careless and cold attitude, who would care to see? No one would want t
Freedom of Flight Ch. 2The news spread like a wildfire in an African wilderness across RED. The Scout that already was there, a rather sarcastic and young man; scoffed. “Maybe it’s that Heavy we’ve been needing in the past month,” he suggested, a sour and sarcastic look on his face as he spoke with his handicapped Medic, who shook his head calmly as he sat in his wheelchair.
“Nein, nein… He is a young man, a Scout,” the Medic returned in his thick German accent, and the Scout frowned.
“...As if I’m enough?!” the Scout asked, and the Medic shrugged.
“You seem to only attempt to get BLU intel, only to get backstabbed by zhe enemy Spy,” the Medic returned bluntly, and the Scout scowled at him before looking away in a sassy manner. The Medic simply smirked in a mischievous manner before moving to wheel himself back to his bay and read up more on their recruit, leaving the angered Scout in the hallway, arms crossed and back leaned against th
Freedom of Flight Ch. 1He’d always thought that having an average childhood with strict parents and finally moving out of their apartment was the one thing, the one purpose in life. However, being a young adult and using the last of his hard-earned paycheck money from his entry-level job working at a fast food drive through; he finally found a comfortable place he could sit, the seat of a train; and wait until he arrived at his destination in a few hours… He felt at peace for once, being away from his hypocritical parents and finally sit on his own, not have to listen to anything they have to complain about or order him around.
...Unknown to the younger man however, his new workplace has a threat: An ex-Nazi surgeon that everyone at his workplace feared.
The young man slowly closed his eyes and cuddled with the sweater he brought and was wearing--- although he brought the work clothes that his new bosses had sent him; he felt he shouldn’t risk getting it dirty so early before his job as a