Exhausted and Hungry... (Adam)

[Laya Eteric]

It was an overcast day, albeit drying up. Laya sat tiredly down at a makeshift table with her rations. She was exhausted after the forced march over the past day, and this was the first camp she'd been able to stay at. It wasn't anything special, just an ordinary setup of tents, with the other things, such as officers' quarters and cafeteria, were in the part of a nearby building with only part of a roof. This day wasn't the best in her life. Just a few hours before, she'd embarrassed herself immensely. Then gotten a dressing down by one of the Platoon leaders in her company. She sighed And looked around. It was nearly time for the last meal of the day.

A few other soldiers, six in number, approached Laya's table, faces she all recognized. The were the six soldiers under her command. "Hi, Laya," said Dominika. "Hi..." Laya trailed off in reply. "Sorry about what happened earlier..." said Yaroslav as they all sat down. Laya smiled and propped her legs on a tree stump. "Thank you...It's okay, though. It has passed, it is behind me. I'm just resting and waiting for the food to be ready." And with perfect timing, her stomach let out a low, rumbling growl. A few of her troops snickered, with Laya blushing a little. "Same active guts, eh, Laya?" Dominika laughed. "Yeah...eheh heh..."

The small group talked for the next few minutes. Laya thought to herself, drumming her fingers on her belly whilst waiting. Finally, the call came that food was ready. Laya hopped up immediately and walked to the gathering line. She'd normally have run, but she was still tiredd. Besides, she was also catching glances of Dominika's butt as she walked. "Heh..." Dominika turned. "What did you say...?" Laya stuck her tongue out playfully. "Oh, nothing...just happy to be getting food." Dominika smiled and turned back around, rolling her eyes.

[Aristarkh Ilya Boryenko]

The days were getting longer and contact with anyone was immensely gone. What was it with these damned camps just plopped through-out Russia that made the Czar feel good about the war. The thing is it wouldn’t make any of the soldiers happy that there just sitting in a camp and then told that there going to be forcefully marched to another camp. Weren’t they trying to stop people from being in camps in the first place? Of course this was not going to change anything just being placed in about a million different camps through-out the war’s time passing on. Or really was it?

The day was passing by as the durable and young Russian soldier’s stomachs began to growl at the edge of the make-shift cafeteria. Aristarkh was the leader of these eleven men that all laid on the ground or sat up against something waiting for the bell to ring and signal time for scooping out the grub. Though waiting was killing there stomachs, waiting still made it easier to bond with the different Russian soldiers gathered around the outside parts of the cafeteria. A few of the soldiers talked about what they would be eating while others talked about life before the war.

Aristarkh began to think about his life before the war. As a child he had fun with his sisters and brothers along with the few cousins who lived around him like Nicolai. He used to play like they were in a war and yet sometimes they would play inside when it rained or snowed with make-shift board games made out of paper and stuff found around the house that was not in use.

As the bell for chow wrung you could notice that eleven of the Russian soldiers all jumping to there feet knowing that the food was now ready and more then likely time to fill there fairly empty stomachs for the last time before shipping off. As the small squadron of young Russian men walked to the line Aristarkh began to think about the new people he could socialize with. Finally reaching the line he looked around at two of the girls that stood there. Very fine looking females they were.

[Laya Eteric]

Laya stood in line, rubbing her grumbling stomach as the line slowly moved. She sighed and looked back, seeing the other five troops of hers get in the line, along with just about everyone else. But the first soldier immediately behind her was another young Junior Sergeant, Aristarkh. It was clear to Laya that he was quite interested in staring at her and Dominika, and she stuck her tongue out in a humorous manner, and smiled.

As time passed, it was finally Laya's turn. She grabbed her plate, and waited for the food she was given. Afterward, she walked back to her table, where Dominika had just sat back down at. "Shoo...nice to finally eat something, hmm?" Laya sat. "I'll say...it's not my favorite thing to eat, but I'd eat just about anything at this point!" Laya said, laughing. After her stomach let out another low "glrrrg!" she started to eat. As she did, the others started to return to the table--Yaroslav, Sofia, Tima, Boris, and Ivan. "Welcome back," she said. She ate a bit slower than she often would, not so much as manners as savoring the food and not wasting it in spills.

The small group chattered away as they ate, talking about various things. As Laya finished her meal, she looked away. "Something wrong, Laya?" asked Tima. "No, no, just thinking," Laya said, smiling. But she was deep in thought, and not about the war. I wonder if Dominika has figured out how I feel for her...is it right for me to? And what if the others, even Dominika, don't take kindly to me being that way...? Laya looked back at the laughing bunch. She had a lot to think about.

[Aristarkh Ilya Boryenko]

The line was nice and neat just as they were taught in the brief Russian training that they took part in to get were they were now. One after another the soldiers were fed what they could take and then moved onto the tables. Closer and closer each Conscript and other ranks were filing out from the line and to their tables to eat. Aristarkh was even closer to the others as he noticed the metal trays that were reused by the military food servers, for the others to eat on.

Aristarkh was now third as he noticed the two in front of him, one the same rank as him, were both female. He let out snort thinking about how the one could get a same exact rank as him if they were both females and seemed to goof around a lot. Shaking his head from the thought and looking down at his metal tray that was now being fumbled around his hands as if it were a hacky sack being knocked around a group of teen’s feet.

Aristarkh was up to the lady working the food line. He noticed her as they were always talking while she scooped out the food. Ever since Aristarkh made it to that particular camp he had grown a bond with the others that had certain jobs in the camp and seemed to like doing them even though the people in the camp were prone to attack at anytime. ”Hello Aristarkh” The young lady who was dishing out food spoke up to him as he handed the tray over.

Aristarkh let out a smile and then said ”Evening” Quietly as he always would to her and anyone else in the camp for that matter. To him the war wasn’t exactly something that wanted to let him speak up to anyone at all. Noticing that the food lady was dishing out some soup into a bowl and onto the tray he laughed. How could someone be so clumsy and spill soup out on the tray instead of the bowl.

Aristarkh was handed the tray and nodded to the Food lady looking around for a place to sit today. The two females were over with a few other Russian soldiers with openings for his troops that were behind him still in line. Aristarkh fondled around thoughts in his mind and then decided to stop at the table. Setting down the tray Aristarkh sat down without saying anything to the other Russians and began to spoon the Soup into his mouth wiping it off every now and then when it spilled a bit to the tray.

[Laya Eteric]

Laya turned back around, as she say the approaching Aristarkh. She waited for him to sit down. "Hello," she said. "Weren't you the one who was staring at me and Dominika?" she said in a slightly teasing tone. Laya picked up the bowl and sipped the last bits of her soup, then let out a soft belch. "How womanly of you," said Ivan sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Laya did blush a little, remembering that Aristarkh was there. "Sorry, I'm a little silly sometimes, but I'm serious when I need to be."

Laya glanced back at the muddy road. Some people were coming into the camp. Others kept going. The tanks, too, kept going on, some with their guns still in the travel lock, especially the longer barreled ones, the Stalin 2's. She turned back to Aristarkh. "So, uh, how have things been going for you? Better than my day has been, I hope...say, what's your name? I'm Laya." She waited for his answer. "Ah, okay..." The group continued talking for a while,only stopping to finish their meals and the like.

About 40 minutes later, the line was starting to close down. They still had a bit more time to interact, but it was almost over. "Hmm, it seems like it's almost time to go, everyone." Laya wiped off her rifle, and slung it over her back. "Yeah...." She sighed. "...And into another forced march...I just want to sleeeeeep! ...Eh, at least most of the day is over...hey, maybe we won't have much longer..." The others agreed, saying bye to Aristarkh and his troops. "Well, bye, then, Aristarkh, maybe we'll meet again sometime..." Laya waved as they left, and rejoined the marching troops...

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Moderation Post:

The following CP has been issued:

Eteric - 3CP

A. Boryenko - 2CP

-JT