AN: Well, look who's writing a story. This is more or less just a silly little thing I may do between art and school, something simple, funny, and just fun. So please, don't expect much from me, I have no plan at all for this. I'm no writer, and I may do terribly at the accents… Oh well. Let's do this.
Sierra tapped her fingers impatiently against the leather of the train seat. She was heading off towards this, RED team thing or whatever it was, all she knew was that she had to fight and run. She'd just been in need of a job, and considering no other job allowed her to carry a gun and a spiked baseball bat, this seemed right for her.
She was wearing a red t-shirt, which she'd been asked to wear when she signed up for the job, a single strapped backpack, an orange hat with little fox-like ears up top, a black headset, some black sweats, and a fox tail. Seemed the least likely thing for a fighter to wear, but she had always been different from everyone else, why not here?
As the train screeched to a halt, she felt an anxiety build inside her, what if they declined her the job? What if she was just tossed aside and shipped back to California for being a woman? She sighed, this wasn't the right time to think about things like that, now she just had to look tough, and stay strong in front of her new colleagues.
She strode to the door confidently, bag in hand and teeth gritting together as she turned the door handle and stepped out into the sun. Two men stood before her, one tall and wearing a red vest with dark aviators hiding his eyes, and the other looking around his twenties, wearing a red t-shirt and tapping his foot rather impatiently. The one with the aviators looked up at her.
"You Sierra?" He asked, he had a sort of Australian accent; she'd always wanted to meet someone with that sort of voice.
"Yeah, is this the, RED base…?" She knew the question made her sound a bit lost and sound rather stupid, but better to ask questions now right?
"Yeah, you're in the roight place, Sheila. You can call me Sniper for now, this ere's Scout." He gestured to the younger man at his side, who seemed to regard Sierra with a bored look.
"Nice to meet you then I guess." She said, hefting her bag up a little.
Scout strode up to her then and seemed to look her over, "Why the hell are you wearin' a tail?" He spoke in a very Boston like accent, flicking the soft material, and looking at her with some form of amusement and disdain in his eyes.
"No reason, it's just how I roll. Got some kinda problem there?" She shot back, no way was she going to be seen as some prissy kid who was weak, no way in hell.
"Yeah, yeah, let's jus' get back now aight Snipes?" Scout growled with a glare at her.
Sniper just arched his eyebrows, though he didn't seem to care much for her odd taste in dress, he had also obviously suffered through the boy's impatient nature many times beforehand. He gestured towards a dusty road and started down it, Scout giving her a glance before trotting off after him mumbling about how girls shouldn't be on a battlefield.
About an hour later the trio came to a large red building, it could have easily passed for a barn. She could almost feel how uncomfortable this would be, and could feel by just the way Scout had been giving her angry glances, this would be a rather difficult time.
"Well Sheila, welcome to the RED team." With that they entered the building.