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Dear diary,
Nien, nien, that does not sound right...
Dear journal,
No... That is not it either.
Journal Entry 1,
Ja, that sounds right. Well, I should introduce myself,
Name: Kirasandra. I am not allowed to give you my full name. Just call me Medic.
Age: I am not allowed to say this either.
Birth Date: Did you not read the last statement?
Gender: Female. One of the few females my company has hired.
Occupation: Medic for Reliable Excavations and Demolitions, otherwise known as the RED Team.
Family: A diceaced father and mother, and an unknown younger brother.
Lovers: None.
Pets: If you count a few preserved animals that I keep on my desk...
Life Goal: It is silly to create a "Life Goal", but my current goal is to become a Battle Medic.
My team is a little... Odd to say the least...
You expect me to go in depth on them? Well, if I must.
Scout: Obnoxious, never sees me outside of battle, I am very glad for that. Has a phobia of needles. That's most likely the cause of his avoidance. Everybody on the team says he makes wonderful pizza. I have yet to try it. But occasionally he's civilized... If only for five minutes.
Soldier: Unlike most soldiers in this war, he is fairly sane. I suspect he has slight paranoia. I try to stay with him on the battlefeild, knowing that he has the best strategies out of all of us.
Pyro: Fun-loving, hyper most of the time, gets along with everybody, but he never takes off his mask. The only time he does is when he sleeps and when I have to give him an examination. He is... Fairly handsome, I will say that much. He only wears his mask because it is a force of habbit. People have been wondering, he is Hispanic, he has never said where he is from though.
Demoman: I susspect he has been sent to respawn multiple times due to alcohol poisoning. I do not think I have ever seen him sober. Loud, somewhat annoying, but as much as I try to hide it, I have laughed at his drunken antics atleast a few times.
Heavy: I... Would rather not talk about him. You would think we would be the closest of friends, ja? Well, you'd be wrong. He refuses to aknowledge my existance because I'm a woman! Whenever I have an examination of him, I get it over with as quickly as possible, as not to agrivate him. I do not want to be on the receiving end of his prized minigun.
Engineer: Ah, now somebody I will enjoy writing about. Herr Engineer is kind, a bit of a feminist, and is essential to our team. Whenever there's a fight, he sorts it out. Weapon or appliance problem? He can fix it easy. He's also the best cook here. You may think that might be Spy, but he's gourmet. Engineer makes "Down to earth, down home cookin'," as he says. I have heard that he has a wife and a daughter back where he lives, and I just have to say, they have one of the most wonderful men they can get.
Sniper: He is... An interesting man, to say the least. At first, he avoided me like the plague. But, as he found out that I was a permanent member of the team, he came up and appologized for ignoring me. I think he said something along the lines of, "I don't like to get attached to people I won't know for long, you know?" He's very rational, not letting his emotions cover his judgement. Maybe that's something I need to learn from him. He never calls for me on the feild, and... I can't help but worry about him.
Spy: A complete mystery. He won't even take off his mask when I give him an examination. And I suppose because he's French, he thinks that I'll fall head-over-heels for him. But he is sadly mistaking. Though he still flirts with me at times, I see that his quest to make me his has deteriorated to nothing ever since I have grown closer to Sniper and Engineer.
Essentially, that is all you need to learn about me. That will suffice for a first journal entry, ja?
 Kirby Cocoa · Fri Mar 26, 2010 @ 06:10pm · 1 Comments |
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