War Zone Student

"That's pretty nice." Sam said and smiled a little to herself. Her mother and father had let her go off on her own. They would help her if she needed it but she had a job and an apartment. It was small and not very pretty to look at but it was her own place. She didn't like living on campus and had decided to move. She had been living in her new place for about three months and thought it was a decent start for herself. "Do you know anybody here?" She asked and drank more of her sweet smelling coffee.

"Corpral." he said.

"I get 300 a month spending cash- free room and board so its nothing to sneeze at really." he said.

Food was paied for already- only 50 dollars for a basic cell phone plan and his insurance was only 78 dollars a month because of his training. it left him with 200+ pocket cash to do as he pleased.

"Cool, cool." Sam said and leaned back in her chair, enjoying her coffee. She took a big gulp even though it was quite hot and then wrinkled her nose some. It wasn't because it was too hot but because the cinnamon she had put in it was causing the coffee to tingle in her mouth every time she took a drink. It was a funny feeling but it helped her concentrate when she needed it or even wake up if she had to get up fast. She notice that he didn't seem to interested in anything she did or said and it didn't bother her much, not many people normally were interested in her unless she counted people trying to be her friend because they knew she was somewhat rich. She was glad that most people found her usually boring but she was kind of interested in him. "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but what's your rank?" She asked.

"I dont remember any of their names... varius news stations, FOX, NBC, CNN, CNBC, who knows any more?" he sipped his coffee.

She seemed more intrested in, well, anything ut her, not once meeting her eyes.

Sam smiled at him and said, "Thanks." As she sat down in the chair he had pulled out for her. She then looked at him brightly. "That's a good thing. It would be helpful. Thanks for telling me but may I ask who all had interviewed you?" She asked almost as if she was really eager. If he said Tony Terrace then she would almost laugh. She would almost be surprised if he had been interview by her dad but then again her father took every job he got. It was why most people knew his name. She could have gone to a real expensive school but Sam hadn't wanted to be treated like a spoiled brat. She really wasn't and her father had taken a great deal of time to make it so that she wasn't. "My dad is a pretty famous journalist and it would be kind of humorous if he had interviewed you. That's the reason for me asking if you were curious." She then said almost in a blurted manner.

"He didnt." he said and walked to a table, pulling the seat out for her with one hand before sitting in his own.

"Google my name and you can find a few past interrviews." he advised. "Incase later you find out you missed something."

" That's a good thing then." Sam said and smirked slightly at the fact that his glasses steamed up some. She watched him take a drink of his coffee and not put anything in it while she pulled out a small zip lock back out of a pocket in her skirt. The contents were a reddish brown and when the bag opened, the thick smell of pure cinnamon filled the area surrounding her. She poured a little in her coffee and picked up a spoon that she had grabbed from earlier to stir it. "Do you want the long version or the short." She said to try and be a little humorous. "My teacher doesn't like me and always gives me the stupid interviews. Everyone always declines and I guess he thought that if he gave me you that I would give up. I don't think he counted on you actually agreeing to it." She knew that her teacher didn't like her because of who her father was. Her teacher was jealous of her father and didn't want Sam to become like him.

"Better than it treats some people." he replied, taking a sip of his coffee. the steam lightly fogged one side of his glasses, though it cleared as soon as he took the cup away.

Not many people could drink coffee black like that. No sugar or cream and it was pipping hot. Either he was used to it- or he really wanted some cafine.

"How did you get stuck interviewing me?" he inquired.

"I can speak the slang from some of the countries." he said. "and a little French."

He made his way onto the line, getting money out to get himself a coffee and her one as well. It was just habit. if a lady was having a conversation with you and you were getting yourself something- out of common curtisy you buy them one as well.

Shilvery might not have been dead after all.

his hands shook slightly as he cointed coin out. He couldnt possibly shoot a gun like that.... So the rumors of him being a sniper were out.

"I wouldnt call the middle east exotic..." he said frowning. "But ive been to russia, germany, iraq, iran, and parts of egypt."


He opened the door and held it for her,

"No need." he said. "Right now Im in the reserves- off duty." he was apparently headding to the school cafe. "Im majoring in Psyc."He kept his answers brief and to the point, answering her questions fully enough so she wouldnt have to press on- but not enough to really give any reason behind them.

He reached up and stratened his glasses, glancing back. Noone was following him out of the class... so apparently his little outburst wasnt enough to cause a riot.

he frowned a bit, eyeing her oddly for a moment before sighing. "I came here because it was free." he said, shifting his bag as he began to walk. He had been interviewed a few times before... mostly anoying reporters asking how he 'handled' himself back home as opposed to when he was on the field.

He knew she would follow.

he was tall, ut not overly so. About six foot even. His walk wasnt very milintan, leaning abit too much to one side with every other step. It wouldnt have been noticable at all really if everyone in the school didnt think he was some sort of super sniper for the army.

Thats fine



Thomas frowned and stopped. when she said interview he imediatly looked for a way to get out of it. Unable to find one imediatly he looked down at her with an obviously painstakingly forced smile. "Interview... about what?" he inquired, not yet saying yes or not to her request.

It haddnt been his choice to go to the college- it had been his comanding officers... hed been given an honorable discharge- stuck with a gimp leg and breathing issues... he couldnt serve on the field- but the sergant had assured him that with a college degree he coudl serve in another way.

Sam had been given an assignment that consisted of interviewing one guy. She didn't know why she was given this assignment but guessed it was because she was new. It was her first year of college and she had enjoyed it. Mainly the part that she got to execute what she had always wanted to do. Journalism and Photography. They were her main passions and it helped that her father was internationally renowned journalist. He had traveled all around the world and she went with him most of the time. He honed her senses of detecting if someone was lying and he also taught her to ask in the way that would usually get her what she wanted. Sam never really abused this knowledge but she did use it when she needed to.

Sam had a camera around her neck and would stop every once in a while to take a picture that she thought would be good. Her right hand gripped a small note book and pen and her left hand was clenched into a fist. She usually kept that hand clenched because of what was marked on the inside of her palm. She had been attacked while in high school and her attack had almost managed to kill her. He had slashed open her left wrist and had carved a heart into the palm of her left hand. She tried not to think about it much and was almost ashamed of the marks.

She stopped to take a photo of a tree, the sunlight was coming through the limbs just perfectly, and heard commotion coming out of the building behind her. She turned around and saw a man walk out. Sam recognized the guy as the one she had to interview and walked up after him. "Thomas!" She called out and then ran up to him. "Hi my name is Sam and I'm supposed to interview you for the paper." She was forward about why she was talking to him and she didn't like to beat around the bush when it came to an assignment. She wiped some of her dark brown hair out of her eyes to reveal a set of piercing blue eyes and then flashed him a friendly smile.

(May I join? I hope this is alright. )

stay down!" a man shouted as explosions went off all around.the youngest of the group lay low with his hands over his head eyes open and classes cracked. he cursed and grabbed his gun and stood up with the others rushing the building as fire came form it. he winced as he felt a bullet hit his vest and kept going.
"Hold up!" a blonde man said and grabbed his shoulder yanking him back and turning over, landing ontop of him as a granade went off and sent both men flying into a wall- the youngest going unconchious imediatly as his head bashed into the stone and he fell to the ground.

When he came to he looked around groggily. everything was blured and he realised he didnt have his glassesanymore. then he realised somethign else. the shooting was all over.
He winced feeling someone jab his neck with somethign cold. he froze realising what it was. a barrel of a gun. his heart raced and he tried to look back, but had his neck roughly snapped back to the possission it had been in. he gritted his teeth hearing many men shout in a forign language. looking to his right he saw three other men with hoods over their heads. his heart sank and he felt something before everything went dark, a sack now over his head also.
Thats when it happened. rappid fire reached his ears and he was knocked over his shoulder shot. he cried out and knocked hte man behin dhim over. the man fired his gun and shot himself, killing him.
Quickly thomas ried to get his hands free. once he had and pulled the bag off of his head and grabed ht emans gun. before he knew what happened though a heavy weight fell onto his back. he looked back and his eyes widened.... it was another man- one form his group.he backed up and triped fallin gover eyes wide.... he had no head.... he had been decapatated.......

[inspired by cold- when angles fly away]

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Thomas sat slently as the class went on. he was the newist addition to the class-and so not much was known about him. rumors had spread that he had been in war and come home after a serious injury or found out that he had lied his age to get into the services- but he seemed fine in a physical sence. though he did seem dull. he didnt interact withthe other students and mostly kept to himself, even avoided groups in lunch or guy class. He'd been seen a few times outside smoking though as he read a book. it always seemed to be the same book though- a small leather bound one.
When the bell rang he packed up his things when someoen rested their hand on his shoulder. "hey budd-"
the ext moment the student was flat on his back, thomas' foot hovering over his neck. well- that got a few peoples attention. his eyes were wide for a moment before he calmed and put his foot down- muttering a quiet apology before pickinghis bag up and leavin the class without meeting anyones eyes.

[NOTE: its college]