» Fri May 27, 2011 8:46 pm Anunknownrandomghoul
Damien Lawrence
Race:Caucasian
Age:23
Rank:Corporal
Gender:Male
Colonel Tannanbaum
Martin Brakkert
Race:Caucasian
Age:38
Rank:Secret Service/Special Agent
Gender:Male
Slipher
James Morgan
Race:Caucasian?
Age:26
Rank:Secret Service/Special Agent
Gender:Male
Yttrium
Zak Fitz
Race:Caucasian?
Age:24
Rank:Sergeant Major
Gender:Male
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Damien couldn't sleep. It was two in the morning and he couldn't sleep. All he could think about was Gibbs' death. He wanted to know what happened, but he couldn't figure it out. They said it was natural. He begged to differ. Damien swung his legs to the side of the bed and got up. Everyone else in the room was asleep in their beds. Or so it seemed. Jitters was seeming a little upset. Damien pulled the small cage from under his bed. Jitters seemed a little hungry. Jitters was Damien's pet Deathclaw. Jitters was only a little baby, a week old. Jitters was really small. It was hard to believe deathclaws were that small at their birth.
Damien opened the cage and pulled Jitters out. He held him in his arms, and opened his drawer. He found the small box he kept, and opened it. He pulled out raw molerat meat. Jitters saw the meat and began squirming in excitement. Damien put the meat to Jitters' mouth, and he began biting away at it wildly. He swallowed it down, then appeared to be fine again. Damien put Jitters back in his cushioned cage and put the cage back under the bed. Damien left the room and went down the stairs to the cafeteria. He popped a credit into the water dispenser and waited for a clean bottle of water to come out.
The bottle fell into the opening, and he took it out and twisted the cap off, drinking half the bottle. He went back to the room he was living in, and plopped back onto the bed. He set the bottle of water on the desk next to him. He had woke up Chris when feeding Jitters. "What the hell are you doig up?" Chris asked, turning in his bed. Chris' bed was right across from Damien's. "I can't sleep. All I can think about is Gibbs' passing." Damien replied. "Everyone here feels the same. But that pet of yours woke me up." Chris said. "Oh, sorry. Jitters was hungry." he said. Chris sighed tiredly, then said, "Alright then.. Try going back to sleep. We got a big day tomorrow."
Damien yawned as he got out of bed. A few people were still asleep. Today was the barracks' physical training day. Enclave Armor wasn't necessary, since it would just add on to the problems. Damien put on his pants and his shirt, then tied on his boots. He woke up the others, then headed down to the cafeteria for breakfast. He got his food. Today was purified brahmin steak and mutfruit. Damien got a purified bottle of water from the dispenser, and searched for a table. He noticed an open spot, next to Zak. He sat next to him. "Hey, what's up Zak? You ready for all the crap we gotta do today?"
