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risky_russian ([info]risky_russian) wrote in [info]dc_nextgen,
@ 2012-10-12 20:19:00

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On Ukranian Membership (open to JLI)
Well, it was strange to be standing there. It was so very muggy there, a far cry from Kiev even in the summer. The heat was oppressive, especially with Oksanas thick uniform (her military uniform, *not* her hero uniform) as she walked into the large building known as the Hall of justice. She knew that she had been accepted, but nothing much beyond that. So she had a bag (which had two spares of her actual costume) and an older uniform of her military days, complete with her standard red beret denoting her Ukranian special forces.

Once she is within the building and passes the necessary security precautions, she's taken...somewhere. She has no idea of the layout of the building.

"Hello?" Oksana called out into the building. This was where she was to meet her perspective teammates, yes?


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