Welcome to Rainsford Institute (Weds, August 21st 2019)
Jason and the rest of his unit, thirteen of them in total, arrive ten minutes early and instinctively fall into a neat square, four abreast and three deep with one standing in front of the formation. Dressed in grey and black fatigue pants, combat boots and a simple grey polo shirt. All of them, boy and girl with the same short cut military style hair under a black beret.
The only distinguishing marks are two embroided badges on the breast of their shirts.
On the right is the Rainsford Acadamy emblem and words.
On the left, above their heart an stylizied eye, crossed with two simple daggers and surrounded with the words,
"Semper Vivit Semper Vigil"
The same symbol is also echoed by the silver badge pinned to the front of their berets, although without the words.
The only distinguishing marks on their uniform is the last name of each student is also embroided on, above the symbol on their left breast.
The leader, the girl standing in front of the squad calls them to a halt and the squad stop with parade ground precision, the crack of booted heels echoing across the gymnasium.
"Squad, Left turn!" She says forcefully and the squad turn in sync.
"Squad, Stand at ease!" The group of youths drop into the relaxed form of attention. The squad leader, a tall, athletic blond girl whose shirt reads "Ross" stares at them for a moment before giving a slow, firm nod and checking her watch and standing at ease herself.
The group is totally silent after that, staring into the middle space before them...
Many of the students that are there have gone quiet at their rather noticeable entrance and there is am equally notable silence that follows.
"Way to kill the mood Dave..."
A voice drawls out from somewhere to Jason's left and the tall bot closes his eyes and sighs through his nose, all to aware of what's about to come.
Ross's head snaps around, ice blue eyes narrowing as her jaw noticeable clenches. There's no need for her to ask who it is.
“Fisher!” She hisses, “Front and Centre!” Jill, a small brown haired girl falls out and marches to the front, exaggerating every movement with mocking precision. She reaches onto her head and sharply removes her beret, snapping it down to the side before barking out, “Corporal Fisher, Reporting!” Her voice carries across the whole hall and a faint flush starts to creep its way up Ross’s pale cheeks.
Ross steps forward, blue eyes blazing and looks like she’s about to say something when something catches her eye. Jason follows her gaze and spots a small, simple ear stud.
Many of the squad have to suppress a grimace, while others start cracking up, well aware of the series of events that are about to unfold.
It’s happened many times before in various scenarios but never in front of an entire hall of civilans as they’re supposed to making a good impression.
Ross’s jaw works frantically for a moment before she finds her voice and points accusingly at Jill’s ear.
“What is that?” She asks aghast.
“My ear.” Jill replies, her politeness an insult.
“In your ear!” Her voice growing louder
“My ear drum.”
“Where-When-How did you even get it done? You ear wasn’t even pierced before today!”
Jason starts to tone them out and wondered if Lesleigh or Talberon are around. Then has a sinking feeling as he realizes they are about to see the unfolding carnage that comes with Jill and Davina’s spats.