(Author Notes: Well in the RE:DC booklet it mentions that Jill was a
solider, but in the books they don't put a detailed extension to it so this
is mostly my own thing. Since this is my story well then I can do a little
of this and that N_n!)
The Army wasn't exactly how it looked in those humor shows or even in those gory movies. Well, I had to go to boot camp for 6 months in order to get in shape. I thought I was in shape, but that did not meant being skinny. I still smile at that thought because I used to be skinny for my age, in fact people always said I looked younger than what I really was. Maybe that is a reason why I started to set eyes in guys who were younger than me instead of older ones, but I never really gave in. Well boot camp was no fun because there was not much lock picking of slyness going on, and that was what I loved to do. I had to ride this horrible bus for 5 hours in order to get to a very distasteful place, but I didn't care because I kept thinking of my dad. I wanted, want. to see him.
In the bus this girl about my age sat by my side and complimented my eyes and my cargo pants. Maybe she was an airhead? Nah. I don't think airheads go to boot camps or stuff. She was nice anyhow, and she told me that her dad and mom had gotten a divorce a long time ago, and since she couldn't stand their quarrels she came to join the Army for some time. Her name was Ada, and that name was pretty as far as I know. I. didn't get to see her later on, wonder were she left to? She was oriental-like and very astute, she told me some feminist jokes and she did some nice tricks or disappearing things. Ada told me that she knew how to use a gun easily because her mother was into that and so she went to practice every Monday or something like that.
Well, Ada moved away somewhere and probably didn't finish boot camp. Well, for me? As soon as I stepped out of the bus this towering and intimidating man glared and snarled at me, "OUT! From now on I am your mother and father and family!" I frowned, I remember myself perfectly at that moment, I also shut my eyes so tears won't come flowing out of my eyes. I resisted the urge to retort back at this man that he was so wrong! He. was scary anyways, his breath stank, his self was double my size, etc.
I walked towards the direction he had pointed out and set my bag down, a pretty small bag because I knew I wouldn't have much use of so many changes of clothing if they made you wash it every week, and they did. A large woman and a bald man came forward to me and studied me, soon then opened my bag and messed it all around. For the devils! I felt so violated, but what could I do? Tell them not to mess my underwear around..? Another thing that made me mad whenever I was so organized!
There was Jill Valentine, without no one to count on, or someone to make proud. I sighed and they ordered me to stay in that dormitory for the day, that we shall begin in the morning at 5 a.m. I hated being around so many people in the same 'room', but I got used to it soon enough. I couldn't sleep even though I wanted to because it was so insane to wake up at that time! I always thought those Army persons were mad, but later on you have the time of your life! My sapphire eyes looked at the ceiling and as I counted to gain sleep I brought some thoughts to my mind, maybe I would become a cop when I go back. How about training for those S.T.A.R.S.? I giggled as soon as David Trapp came to my mind.
"Sure, you can lock pick the lockers and what not, you don't even know anything about firearms." I whispered to myself and a pillow hit me immediately. A shush followed and I thought about how sensitive the ears of this persons could get to be. Well, I smiled thinking that maybe I could make some friends in the RPD and maybe hangout sometime, be a little more social perhaps. I did know a cop in the RPD, his name was Brad Vickers. but he wasn't really a Cop, just a pilot. He.doesn't matter at the moment.
The Army wasn't exactly how it looked in those humor shows or even in those gory movies. Well, I had to go to boot camp for 6 months in order to get in shape. I thought I was in shape, but that did not meant being skinny. I still smile at that thought because I used to be skinny for my age, in fact people always said I looked younger than what I really was. Maybe that is a reason why I started to set eyes in guys who were younger than me instead of older ones, but I never really gave in. Well boot camp was no fun because there was not much lock picking of slyness going on, and that was what I loved to do. I had to ride this horrible bus for 5 hours in order to get to a very distasteful place, but I didn't care because I kept thinking of my dad. I wanted, want. to see him.
In the bus this girl about my age sat by my side and complimented my eyes and my cargo pants. Maybe she was an airhead? Nah. I don't think airheads go to boot camps or stuff. She was nice anyhow, and she told me that her dad and mom had gotten a divorce a long time ago, and since she couldn't stand their quarrels she came to join the Army for some time. Her name was Ada, and that name was pretty as far as I know. I. didn't get to see her later on, wonder were she left to? She was oriental-like and very astute, she told me some feminist jokes and she did some nice tricks or disappearing things. Ada told me that she knew how to use a gun easily because her mother was into that and so she went to practice every Monday or something like that.
Well, Ada moved away somewhere and probably didn't finish boot camp. Well, for me? As soon as I stepped out of the bus this towering and intimidating man glared and snarled at me, "OUT! From now on I am your mother and father and family!" I frowned, I remember myself perfectly at that moment, I also shut my eyes so tears won't come flowing out of my eyes. I resisted the urge to retort back at this man that he was so wrong! He. was scary anyways, his breath stank, his self was double my size, etc.
I walked towards the direction he had pointed out and set my bag down, a pretty small bag because I knew I wouldn't have much use of so many changes of clothing if they made you wash it every week, and they did. A large woman and a bald man came forward to me and studied me, soon then opened my bag and messed it all around. For the devils! I felt so violated, but what could I do? Tell them not to mess my underwear around..? Another thing that made me mad whenever I was so organized!
There was Jill Valentine, without no one to count on, or someone to make proud. I sighed and they ordered me to stay in that dormitory for the day, that we shall begin in the morning at 5 a.m. I hated being around so many people in the same 'room', but I got used to it soon enough. I couldn't sleep even though I wanted to because it was so insane to wake up at that time! I always thought those Army persons were mad, but later on you have the time of your life! My sapphire eyes looked at the ceiling and as I counted to gain sleep I brought some thoughts to my mind, maybe I would become a cop when I go back. How about training for those S.T.A.R.S.? I giggled as soon as David Trapp came to my mind.
"Sure, you can lock pick the lockers and what not, you don't even know anything about firearms." I whispered to myself and a pillow hit me immediately. A shush followed and I thought about how sensitive the ears of this persons could get to be. Well, I smiled thinking that maybe I could make some friends in the RPD and maybe hangout sometime, be a little more social perhaps. I did know a cop in the RPD, his name was Brad Vickers. but he wasn't really a Cop, just a pilot. He.doesn't matter at the moment.
