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Thread: Hiding in the Woods (Panakananana and HideAnd Seek)

Squiddy walks by strutting her stuff and right catches the attention of a group of guys as their eyes become glued to her, they try to get in closer to introduce themselves and get a better look at her body that is so clearly visible through her ripped up shirt this is too easy, and fun She whispers to you.
Thread: Hiding in the Woods (Panakananana and HideAnd Seek)

She smiled per at her friend and goes over To the other skater kids. Watching them skateboard. She tells them she could show them real stunts in the woods. She smiled to her friend before leading them onto the woods. A few seconds later she returns without them and whispers to Squiddy I started dinner.
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

For some reason, retreating always seemed to be more tiring than advancing. And retreating when you were starving was the worst of all. The army were strung out, ragged, sluggish. An observer would have found it far easier to discern they had been defeated than that they had once been an army. They were just a disparate collection of men and women, clothed in the tattered remains of uniforms, many of whom had lost their weapons. The infantry marched with their heads down, those that could. The many wounded were carried on trucks, but there were far too few of these, and many had had to be left to the mercy of the enemy. There were far too few tanks left to be of any use, and air support was a dimly remembered dream. And what made it even worse, felt Corporal Graeme Dranvers, was the leadership. If they'd been under the command of a battle-hardened survivor, he might have had some faith they could have escaped. Instead, what did they have? He found his eyes straying to the Captain, his own commander. Instead of being in battledress, she wore her tight, flamboyant white dress uniform, fine for a formal dinner but restrictive and useless in the field. She wore a sword that she had no idea how to use, even if it hadn't been an out of date weapon. And at the first sign of gunfire, she'd panicked and ordered them to retreat. He began making plans - how soon could he peel off, make his own independent escape. It was better to risk being shot for desertion than go on until the enemy's front units caught up with them? Or would he even get that chance? Already, enemy planes were circling overhead. And rumors were reaching him that enemy armored cars and even tanks had been seen a few miles behind the stragglers. How long did they have?
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

They were walking now for hours and she is starving...she could just commands someone of her Men to find some Food? She didn't Even know where to go Looking for Food....she Looks behind her, seeing her Men....we have to find something to est for all! Any idea how we can Get some Food, anybody? She says loudly. Alan23 said For some reason, retreating always seemed to be more tiring than advancing. And retreating when you were starving was the worst of all. The army were strung out, ragged, sluggish. An observer would have found it far easier to discern they had been defeated than that they had once been an army. They were just a disparate collection of men and women, clothed in the tattered remains of uniforms, many of whom had lost their weapons. The infantry marched with their heads down, those that could. The many wounded were carried on trucks, but there were far too few of these, and many had had to be left to the mercy of the enemy. There were far too few tanks left to be of any use, and air support was a dimly remembered dream. And what made it even worse, felt Corporal Graeme Dranvers, was the leadership. If they'd been under the command of a battle-hardened survivor, he might have had some faith they could have escaped. Instead, what did they have? He found his eyes straying to the Captain, his own commander. Instead of being in battledress, she wore her tight, flamboyant white dress uniform, fine for a formal dinner but restrictive and useless in the field. She wore a sword that she had no idea how to use, even if it hadn't been an out of date weapon. And at the first sign of gunfire, she'd panicked and ordered them to retreat. He began making plans - how soon could he peel off, make his own independent escape. It was better to risk being shot for desertion than go on until the enemy's front units caught up with them? Or would he even get that chance? Already, enemy planes were circling overhead. And rumors were reaching him that enemy armored cars and even tanks had been seen a few miles behind the stragglers. How long did they have? Click to expand...
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

Like she'd care? came voices from the ranks. Officers always get enough to eat. It's only the fighters who go hungry. It's her incompetence got us into this mess anyway. Look at her in her fine, tight uniform. As Captain McCoy drew level with him, her blond hair spilling from her shakoe, Corporal Danvers looked up at her and shot her a look of contempt. He was not the only one. The unit was full of men and women who felt - knew, perhaps - they could command better than a spoiled little rich girl whose commission had been bought for her by her rich father. He wondered if she'd noticed.
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

She had to be confident,Even when Deep Inside she was not,she didn't Even want this job,her father forced her to...and now she is the Spoiled Rich Girl...she can Feel the whole Unit Looking at her...she needed to find a man in this Unit she could Trust..she can Tell about her having no clue what to do..where to find Food for her Unit... quote'Alan23' pid'1482160' dateline'1406632617' Like she'd care? came voices from the ranks. Officers always get enough to eat. It's only the fighters who go hungry. It's her incompetence got us into this mess anyway. Look at her in her fine, tight uniform. As Captain McCoy drew level with him, her blond hair spilling from her shakoe, Corporal Danvers looked up at her and shot her a look of contempt. He was not the only one. The unit was full of men and women who felt - knew, perhaps - they could command better than a spoiled little rich girl whose commission had been bought for her by her rich father. He wondered if she'd noticed. quote
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

She had to be confident,Even when Deep Inside she was not,she didn't Even want this job,her father forced her to...and now she is the Spoiled Rich Girl...she can Feel the whole Unit Looking at her...she needed to find a man in this Unit she could Trust..she can Tell about her having no clue what to do..where to find Food for her Unit... It was the planes overhead that were the first sign. The men of the retreating units knew they were hostile, for their own had been wiped out of the skies many days since. In fact, they did minimal damage, simply a few bursts of gunfire that sent those in the near vicinity running for what cover they could find. Their job was reconnaissance rather than damage. The really worrying thing was the armored cars. The scouts reported they were ahead, about to cut them off. Only a squadron of them, but in the current state of the retreating army, that could well have been enough. And everyone knew that before long they'd be reinforced by trucked infantry and tanks. In essence, the retreating force was now surrounded. Quick action was needed. Those closest to Captain McCoy approached. Surely, they reasoned, she'd give an order. Some indication she had a plan, knew what she was doing. And soon - or it would be too late. Corporal Danvers watched with all the rest. But with even less confidence that most. He knew fear when he saw it, and there was, surely, fear in her now. She was no longer riding in a confident, upright way, as she had before the campaign had gone wrong. Her eyes looked full of fear. He even thought she might be trembling. What are our orders, Captain? piped up a Lieutenant. Ma'am, you need to give an order. Quickly, What do we do?
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

She felt the Stares of the infantry on her back,their eyes pierced her with hate...how could her father have forced her into this? After all she had been through. She didn't Even had a proper Training for being in war. Except for that she hadn't had something to eat in days,Even the Upper class couldn't Get Food anymore,the Enemy Took everything. She looked back to the infantry..how could she find somebody more suitable for the leaderjob without admitting she is just scared as hell? At the Moment she was thinking about this she heard a motorsound in the Air...panic Took over her Body...the Enemy was that Near...she suddenly turned around shouting at the infantry Listen Crew...I know about your thoughts about me...I was forced to do this and I know I am not suitable for the Job to Lead you all,please step forward who is able to Lead a infantry! She Hopes the infantry will understand her Position.... Alan23 said For some reason, retreating always seemed to be more tiring than advancing. And retreating when you were starving was the worst of all. The army were strung out, ragged, sluggish. An observer would have found it far easier to discern they had been defeated than that they had once been an army. They were just a disparate collection of men and women, clothed in the tattered remains of uniforms, many of whom had lost their weapons. The infantry marched with their heads down, those that could. The many wounded were carried on trucks, but there were far too few of these, and many had had to be left to the mercy of the enemy. There were far too few tanks left to be of any use, and air support was a dimly remembered dream. And what made it even worse, felt Corporal Graeme Dranvers, was the leadership. If they'd been under the command of a battle-hardened survivor, he might have had some faith they could have escaped. Instead, what did they have? He found his eyes straying to the Captain, his own commander. Instead of being in battledress, she wore her tight, flamboyant white dress uniform, fine for a formal dinner but restrictive and useless in the field. She wore a sword that she had no idea how to use, even if it hadn't been an out of date weapon. And at the first sign of gunfire, she'd panicked and ordered them to retreat. He began making plans - how soon could he peel off, make his own independent escape. It was better to risk being shot for desertion than go on until the enemy's front units caught up with them? Or would he even get that chance? Already, enemy planes were circling overhead. And rumors were reaching him that enemy armored cars and even tanks had been seen a few miles behind the stragglers. How long did they have? Click to expand...
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

The soldiers exchanged shocked glances. They were used to their leaders making decisions, commanding. Even when the decisions they made were obviously based on incompetence and lack of experience, at least they had orders to follow. For their commander to say, in effect I can't handle this. Do what you like was even more frightening than being shot at by the enemy. Corporal Danvers knew that this was the final straw. The Captain's admission would turn this retreat into a rout. They would all, without doubt, be killed. Frantically he racked his brains to find a way to save the situation. And the only thing that occurred was so unorthodox that it might well make things worse. But against this - there was, when it came down to it, nothing much to lose. Do nothing and they were all dead anyway. He let fly with a laugh, loud and relaxed, as if he had just heard the funniest wittiest joke he'd encountered in his whole life. Ah, that's a good one, Ma'am, he said, clutching his stomach, pretending he could barely speak. Hastily, he whispered instructions in the ears of the three of four men around him. Pretend she was making a joke. If they think she's lost it, we're all dead. Seeing his plan, the other soldiers also began to laugh, putting across that the Captain was making a joke at her own expense. A thing that only the most courageous, steely-nerved person would ever do. Captain, Pretend what you just said was a joke, he mouthed up at her, quickly. Or you've lost your entire command. Now, get down from the horse, and stand so you can hear what I whisper to you. I'll tell you what orders to give, but you have to give them yourself in a loud, confident voice. If the soldiers don't have faith in you, they'll panic. Start by laughing... even if you dont feel like it.
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

She got off her Horse without saying a Word about his Rough behaviour...why did they still See her as the Enemy Himself...what was she supposed to do, Lie to them? Pretend to be confident, Strong? That would be more ridiculous in her opinion. She walked towards the Captain as she sighed and wishes someone would just at least try to understand her Position.. As she walked over she had to pass some of her infantry members, she could Feel the hate in their eyes...it was like they blamed her for all of this...she started to realize it was maybe a mistake to Tell them she was forced to be here. She wished she could just dissapear here..sometimes it would have been easier if the Enemy would kill her...Well Even if she didn't like it she had to Trust This Captain That just made Fun of her in Front of everybody. As she reached the Captain, he had a Self confident grin on his Face, still laughing about her probably..she just couldn't take this whole Situation anymore..she felt tears coming up...that was the Last Thing she needed now but she could not hold them back...she felt so alone. Alan23 said The soldiers exchanged shocked glances. They were used to their leaders making decisions, commanding. Even when the decisions they made were obviously based on incompetence and lack of experience, at least they had orders to follow. For their commander to say, in effect I can't handle this. Do what you like was even more frightening than being shot at by the enemy. Corporal Danvers knew that this was the final straw. The Captain's admission would turn this retreat into a rout. They would all, without doubt, be killed. Frantically he racked his brains to find a way to save the situation. And the only thing that occurred was so unorthodox that it might well make things worse. But against this - there was, when it came down to it, nothing much to lose. Do nothing and they were all dead anyway. He let fly with a laugh, loud and relaxed, as if he had just heard the funniest wittiest joke he'd encountered in his whole life. Ah, that's a good one, Ma'am, he said, clutching his stomach, pretending he could barely speak. Hastily, he whispered instructions in the ears of the three of four men around him. Pretend she was making a joke. If they think she's lost it, we're all dead. Seeing his plan, the other soldiers also began to laugh, putting across that the Captain was making a joke at her own expense. A thing that only the most courageous, steely-nerved person would ever do. Captain, Pretend what you just said was a joke, he mouthed up at her, quickly. Or you've lost your entire command. Now, get down from the horse, and stand so you can hear what I whisper to you. I'll tell you what orders to give, but you have to give them yourself in a loud, confident voice. If the soldiers don't have faith in you, they'll panic. Start by laughing... even if you dont feel like it. Click to expand...
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

Watching the Captain's face, Danvers could see she was about to break down. That would be it. A commander in tears. The morale of the men would fall apart totally. He could see the look of fear on her face, and it didn't give him much hope. But he was committed now. If his plan didn't work - well then, absolutely everything was going to fall apart. The fighting men and women would just run, dropping their weapons. And they would all be massacred. Order the tanks to the front, he said, quickly. Every tank we've got. And tell A and C squads to take position as outriders on each side. Tell them the aim is to fight our way through the enemy forces up ahead. If we're quick, we can get through before they can set up in force. Order a group of engineers to blow the bridge we've just crossed, to slow down the enemy behind us. And tell all of our anti tank and anti aircraft guns to stand by their pieces. And try to look confident! He began to bark out a few orders of his own. Hargin. Shaw. Krebs. McLintic. Captain's ordered me to tell you to go among A and C squads, and make sure they're totally stocked with ammunition. Jones, the Captain knows the field radio isn't working, but have another try. Every man who can, get onto a tank or truck. Doesn't matter if it's crowded. He watched the Captain out of the corner of his eye. Her formally immaculate dress uniform was rumpled and stained. The tunic had ridden up at the back, revealing a few inches of her pale flesh and the top of her underwear. It showed how upset she must have been, that she hadn't even bothered to fix it. Standing behind her, he quickly tugged it down. She could not afford to look ridiculous now. If the men were laughing at her, they'd never obey her. He straightened her shakoe, and tried to tuck some of her mass of blond hair out of sight, making her look as efficient as possible. He wondered how she'd take this. Rumor had it she'd never even had a boyfriend, and wasn't used to being touched by a man. Especially a rough-handed working class guy like himself. Well, if it upset her, too bad. Someone had to save them.
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

It seemed to be working. The Captain was giving orders, and while her voice did not sound perfectly confident, at least she sounded as if she had a plan in mind. The art of command, he knew, is being able to give orders in a way that people obeyed them. If everyone worked together, there was a chance. Even if the orders were bad, that was better than having your leader be frozen with no idea what to do. There was a roaring overhead. The enemy planes were back, now. Many more of them. Up ahead, he could hear the sounds of battle. The tanks he'd - no, he corrected, SHE'D - sent to the front were forcing their way through the enemy. If the people in command ever got to hear of this, Captain McCoy wouldn't look a total fool. It would look as if she'd made some attempt to save her men. In fact, some of the army did get through. A few tanks and trucks, and a lot of men. But it wasn't nearly enough, and he knew it. The bulk of the forces, hundreds of men, would still be trapped. The men that were on the outskirts were fighting bravely enough, but they were outnumbered. He knew what would happen. If the Captain fell into enemy hands, there was no way she'd be strong enough to stand up to their torture. She would probably reveal all their plans, and the war could be lost. Already the planes were starting to drop bombs and strafe the troops below, and there were not nearly enough guns to fight them off. He'd done what he could, but it would not be enough. He had to get her to safety. And himself, of course! Quickly, he grabbed the bridle of the horse, and pulled it towards them. He whispered to one of the men he was going to get their leader out of it. Before she knew what he was doing, he grabbed her, and lifted her up onto the horse, then jumped up behind and kicked the horses flank. It was already panicked and spooked by the gunfire, but that only made it run faster. He had to grab her around her middle to keep her on the horse, so she was being touched by a man again, Well, she'd have to deal with that. He was trying to save her, after all. A mass of enemy soldiers loomed in front of them, and there was only one chance. With bullets whistling by them, he charged straight at them, and jumped the horse, right through them. Luckily, the enemy had not had time to bring up many men, and the ground was flat. More bullets whizzed by, but he kept the animal galloping, and after a few minutes he knew they were clear. Ten minutes passed, and neither of them spoke. Then, he whispered gently in her ear. Ma'am, I had to do that. If they'd captured you, who knows what they might have found out. He did, in fact, find it quite enticing, though he was scared. Her body was pushed right up against his, and he had his hand around her waist. If this had been other circumstances he might have been even more aroused. But he wondered what she was going to make of it all.
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

The rest of them will get out fine, he replied. he wasn't sure if he believed it or not. What he really meant was They're MORE likely to get out safely without you making things worse, but he wasn't going to say that to her. Not right now. Either she could work that out for herself, or she was better off not knowing. And yes, Ma'am, they would have captured you. You really stand out in that uniform, and naturally they'd regard the leader as a prize. And you can't fight or ride well enough to escape alone. Now that they had escaped danger - at least, for the moment - he was starting to feel conscious of what he had done. He'd probably broken all kinds of military regulations. But then, since it was just her and him, and they probably wouldn't get out of this alive anyway, what did that matter? He was also conscious of the fact that a very pretty woman was pressed right up against him. He was getting a massive erection, and he didn't know if she'd noticed. It's my duty to get you to safety if I can, he said. It's not going to be easy. We're both in uniform, and even if we could get some civilian clothes, a girl as pretty as you is going to stand out.
Thread: Confidence in Command (Devlishangel and Alan23}

Even though she heard the compliment of her being pretty,this only made her more angry. She roughly Takes his hands of her Waist and jumps down from the horse yelling at him you think I am useless do you?? Just a Spoiled Little brat,only here to Get attention or what??!? Do you think I Chose this ridiculous uniform myself?!? Than the tears of anger and also of Frustration and fear started to roll down her cheeks as she sat down on her knees and putted her hands for her Face not able to speak anymore...she just lost controll...she realized this...why the hell did she do that? She was Trained to shut up and be beautiful...that was the only Thing she was good at.... Alan23 said The rest of them will get out fine, he replied. he wasn't sure if he believed it or not. What he really meant was They're MORE likely to get out safely without you making things worse, but he wasn't going to say that to her. Not right now. Either she could work that out for herself, or she was better off not knowing. And yes, Ma'am, they would have captured you. You really stand out in that uniform, and naturally they'd regard the leader as a prize. And you can't fight or ride well enough to escape alone. Now that they had escaped danger - at least, for the moment - he was starting to feel conscious of what he had done. He'd probably broken all kinds of military regulations. But then, since it was just her and him, and they probably wouldn't get out of this alive anyway, what did that matter? He was also conscious of the fact that a very pretty woman was pressed right up against him. He was getting a massive erection, and he didn't know if she'd noticed. It's my duty to get you to safety if I can, he said. It's not going to be easy. We're both in uniform, and even if we could get some civilian clothes, a girl as pretty as you is going to stand out. Click to expand...