mentorshq starters

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[prestxmntr-deactivated20250413]

open starter; event 01.

"That looks fun!" He rubbed his hands together, excited about the prospects. Out of all of the cadets in there, he seemed to be one of the very few who were actually excited about what was to come. The haircut didn't bother him, and he was fit and athletic, more than the average, so nothing of the training was scared. He was ready to conquer this as he had done with everything, most of his life. "Although I'm not sure they are having fun," he laughs, looking at the group of boys running around the track.

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[prestcnsx]

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Nathan Thorne stepped out of the sleek black car, tossing a pair of sunglasses over his eyes as he took in the imposing campus of Preston Military Academy. The place was all sharp lines and cold brick, practically screaming “discipline,” but Nate wasn’t fazed. With a languid shrug, he slung his duffel bag over one shoulder, ignoring the rest of his luggage still sitting by the car.

Spotting a guy nearby—someone who looked like he had time to kill—Nate strolled over with the easy confidence of someone who assumed the world would bend to his whims. “Hey, you,” he said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at the pile of bags. “Think you can grab those? Or maybe point me to someone who can?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, brushing an invisible speck off his jacket as he glanced around. “Nice place,” he added, mostly to himself. “But seriously, you’d think a place like this would have staff for stuff like this.”

[prestonbros]

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Myles was sitting in the lounge outside the bathroom reading a book, trying to find some peace in the chaos when he heard footsteps coming up behind him. ‘Watch out,’ he heard a gruff voice call out before he felt a hand smack the back of his head. Myles was growing tired of the seemingly relentless teasing he had been getting from the mentors since he had arrived. He went to rub the back of his head with his hand and flinched when he quickly recognized the mentor had slapped the back of his head with gum, sticking it in his hair, “Holy shit. That is so gross” he called out as he looked around. “I hate it here” Myles murmured under his breath.

[prestxmntr-deactivated20250413]

open starter; event 01.

"Weak crowd, this year," he comments as a cadet walks past them, eyes red — either weed or the buzzcut wasn't as nice as he was expecting it to be — and he shook his head, in disbelief. "What do these kids even think they are signing up to?" He didn't care that many (if not most) of them didn't even want to come to Preston. He didn't care that they were forced here. To him, once a situation is put, there's not point in arguing. "It's just a buzzcut," he shakes his head again.

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[h1thert0-deactivated20250214]

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carlos tugged the zip of his jacket up all the way to his chin. as he stepped out of the building, the wind swept by, ruffling his hair, chilling his warmed bones. he was used to a sleepless night, but ever since he arrived in preston academy, his sleep cycle had returned to normal, as normal as someone who used to spent twenty hours being awake. tonight, however, was different. it seemed that sleep evades him yet again. his journey came to a halt as he caught a lone figure standing just several feet away from him, the moonlight casting a faint shadow upon them. carlos peered at them, approaching with only slight hesitance in his steps. when he spoke, his voice was gentle. "can't sleep as well?"

[smithgolde]

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everything about this place was already driving him up the wall but mostly it was the freedom that was lacking that truly was making smith go stir crazy. he'd needed to clear his head, get out of these barracks and relax and while they weren't prisoners - thankfully, he'd dodged it for a reason - he still felt so much control around him at all times. so he snuck out, quickly, just out of the main sleeping arrangement and was behind one of the buildings, wearing just his assigned standard issue linen joggers and boots and nothing else as he wrestled a small baggie he had slipped in - a few cigarettes inside and nothing else as he held one to his lips and just took a breath, not lighting it but finding the comfort. and then he saw the shadow of someone staring at him. "it's not lit dude so calm down, it's just a comfort thing, trying to quit." for now. bitches stole his lighter.

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[cdtandmntr-deactivated20250209]

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« - » "Alright. Go behind the screen and put the gown on." Isaac slide the paper hospital gown over to the other man. A clipboard was in his hands, and he glanced down at it a moment, his demeanor cool and even. He'd been performing physicals all morning, as was protocol for the start of a new year. "Or don't, if you're not shy. I don't really care. Just make sure all your clothes are off." Isaac's gaze looked up, meeting the other's. "And don't be shy." He flashed a smile that was attempting to be comforting but came off more stern. "I've just got some questions about your medical history. Any allergies?"

[prestxmntr-deactivated20250413]

open starter; event 01.

"Do they do that every year?" He asked, a little in disbelief, a little jaded. Sure, he thought that it was all quite primitive, but he could see how that bonded cadets and mentors together, and that was the final goal of whatever sort of dynamic they were supposed to be doing, but he was dreading when it would be his turn. And he would be the one doing the shaving and not the other way around. "I'm sure that there is a more efficient way of doing it," he says, mainly to start a conversation, "Although not as fun, right?" he says, faking some enthusiasm.

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[hdsatosuzu]

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divit was pretty sure that this was the most low-level attempt at being bad their was. but was it really his fault that the kitchen was easily accessible? was it really his fault that they had just about everything to make a version of chocolate chip pancakes? honestly, it really wasn't. he found himself deep into the process, humming to himself as he did his best to silently move around the kitchen. and when he turned to grab a plate, he was impressed that he didn't scream realizing he was caught in the act.

there was a moment of pure silence. "it's not what it looks like?"

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[aviditatis]

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avery was severely jetlagged and running on fumes by the time he arrived on campus, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. he hadn't expected preston to be his latest assignment, in fact, being sent home after sustaining a serious injury to his leg had been the last thing on his bingo card.

pausing, he looked up at the schools entrance, fond memories - and some bittersweet ones - came flooding back all at once until he exhaled heavily and made his way to the administrative building to receive his barracks key and the name of his mentee.

walking the campus was easy, he knew every pathway like the back of his hand so when he finally received his paperwork, he was able to make a beeline for his room.

rounding a corner, he hadn't anticipated someone being just on the other side and collided full force, his folders flying from his hands.

"sorry - sorry, that was my bad. it's been a long day."

[armymxn]

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Dirk absolutely loved the whole initiation process for new cadets. Between the buzz cut and the morning workout, he felt more than ready for all of the festivities of the Cadet Bowl. The army man grinned as he plopped down on a couch in the barracks lounge. He was just wearing a pair of ranger shorts and he looked at the man standing in the room, “Dude, you should have seen this cadet’s face when I told him I was going to pin him down and buzz his hair with the shaver I use on my balls” Dirk could barely contain his joy as he told the story, his hand rubbing his chest as he licked his lips. “Cadets are so fucking easy to scare” he folded his arms behind his head.

[micahfox-deactivated20250218]

── .✦ 𝟬𝟯𝟬𝟬 hours. some might say it was a grueling hour for a wake-up, but well he isn't getting any younger and frankly it's nothing compared to what he'd been used to. a daily routine is always better, especially when keeping up with fitness and a balanced diet. it all works wonders. micah likes being up this early, where everything is quiet at least for another hour or two. it's when he usually goes for a run. the single beds are not ideal, but make due with what you got right? there is a particular crick in his back that pops after he stands up but it isn't enough to deter him from his morning mission. he gets dressed, slaps a backwards cap on, brushes his teeth --- ignoring his two sleeping cadets, he'll let them have another two hours at least for the time being. lacing his running shoes, and he's heading out the door. first floor, ideal... running once he hits the concrete just outside the building.

he runs for a good chunk of time, glancing at his apple watch every once in a while. by the time he reaches back to his dorm side of campus, it's just after four am--- when some others are starting their day. sweat soaks through his shirt, his shorts, drips from his forehead. it was a perfect one day. micah makes his way towards the mess hall, weaving through the early morning breakfast crowd, if only to grab a chilled bottle of water and downing some of the contents. shower time after this, after he stands there drinking his water surveying the lay of the land and it's 'population'

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