Post by Piltover Medical Corps on Mar 15, 2013 12:18:54 GMT -5
March 20, 23 CLE
Well, it was back up again; the Piltover Medical Corps was recruiting, Sergeant Major Toye thought to himself. He didn't expect so many people attempt to join the Corps, considering the publicity made over the last initial recruiting drive: of the nearly 1,500 volunteers, less than 20 even became Medics.
Hearing of the possibility of mobilization, however, made the PMC wish to expand a bit in preparation for a possible full mobilization; and so, for just the 2nd time, the recruitment office was re-opened, and Toye, along with Lieutenant Nixon and Private First Class Randleman, were at the front of the hospital, which the PMC was connected to, and waited at a set-up desk for new prospective Medic volunteers.
Today was the first day, and already there was quite a line; it had appeared there were many appealing factors: pay, travel, and excitement, things which weren't always common in Piltover. Of course, enlisting was the easy part; passing training was a different story... a whole, different, story.
After all, filling out papers and a small written take-home test aren't always as hard as physical, mental, and emotional indoctrination.
"We serve those that need help, because we're Medics: that's our job." -Major Lewis
"Sometimes, ordinary people can do extraordinary things: Medics need to do that everyday." -Captain Winters
"In this world, we're a team. There is no I in team, simple as that. We either work as one, or we all fail, all seperate from each other." -Lieutenant Hixon
Post by Bennet "Gem" Watkins on Mar 15, 2013 15:07:00 GMT -5
Gem was one of the many people standing in line to sign up for the PMC. He had wandered Valoran, with self regret for a long time. However, this was finally the day where he would take a stand, and do something about the suffering he had unwillingly caused upon others.
Gem eagerly stood in line, waiting for his chance to receive a recruitment form. All he had were a few supplies, his pocketknife, and his trusty hextech rifle. He had stolen it from Professor Piddly, but he had grown accustomed to it.
Post by Dmitry Breznyhev on Mar 15, 2013 17:35:06 GMT -5
Dmitry contrasted everyone else in the line to a startling degree. While most other people seemed to be dead serious about what they were doing, and careful to look their best, Dmitry stood there, slouched over and obviously drunk. His clothes were filthy, as they always were. He was partially leaning on a rifle that resembled a Mosin Nagant, and one would think that it was the sole reason he was still standing. While waiting, Dmitry took a small flask of vodka out from his overcoat, and took a quick gulp, not even making the slightest attempt to conceal his action.
"I may be drunk, but I can beat a sober man any day."
Decidedly tired of travelling, Elenwe decided it was time to plant firm roots somewhere, and she decided Piltover was the place to do it. Specifically the PMC, when the hospital staff had graciously accepted her not only due to her powers but also her positive attitude.
Elenwe stood in the womens' recruitment line and was signing up quickly, as there was considerably fewer female applicants, but all of them seemed quite determined. Elenwe felt she was the youngest of the bunch, being only 16, wondering if she could really succeed...
Post by Piltover Medical Corps on Mar 17, 2013 20:10:50 GMT -5
Toye and Nixon were seated, having prospective applicants fill out the forms and understand the location of the beginning of training, while Randleman was busy explaining to the applicants who lingered what it was like to be in the Corps, as well as what prospective new Medics would need to be able to do in order to officially join.
This time around, it seemed there was comparatively less people than the first time around; it seemed the extraordinarily low passing rate scared off those not as confident. Overall, there were just under 500 applicants this drive. The following 6 most noted went/started as follows:
Rodger Leckie
Leckie was shaking; his father was a medical practitioner back in Bandle City, but he failed to pass Medical school, even though he still wanted to practice medicine. He was a darn good shot, though, and he wasn't about to let his father down.
Going up to the desk, Toye looked straight at him, squinting.
"Name?"
"Leckie, Rodger."
"Alright, fill these forms out, and remember: this Friday, the 222nd, is the first set of tests to see if you really belong in the PMC. Be there!"
"Yes sir," Leckie replied, filling out the forms, turning it in, and leaving, looking forward to the coming Friday...
Ethan Sledge
Sledge was calm; he always was. He dropped out of medical school; the place wasn't active enough for him. The opportunity to be able to fight, and heal? It was too much for him to resist, and so he resolved to make it into the PMC, no matter how hard training would be.
Nixon was the one to get him enlisted.
"Name?"
"Sledge, Ethan."
"Alright, just fill out this form, and come to the first set of tests this Friday, March 22nd. You'll need to arrive in order to be able to truly enlist."
"Alright, thank you sir," Sledge replied, filling out the forms and leaving, now firmly resolving himself to get in. He wanted to get in the action, he couldn't fail here...
Joe Basilone
Joe walked up, confidently, but in a shy manner. He wasn't one to brag, but the people around him knew he was good; the only person to come close to breaking Jon's record in the shooting contest at the academy, he was a medical mind too, and he wasn't going to fail now. Nixon again took him to register.
Again, it was Nixon who registered this person.
"Name?"
"Basilone, Joe."
"Alright, just fill out this form, and come to the first set of tests this Friday, March 22nd. You'll need to arrive in order to be able to truly enlist."
"Yes sir," Basilone replied, filling out the form and turning to walk away, now certain the PMC was the organization he wanted to join. There was no other...
Bennet "Gem" Watkins[/u]
As it was this applicant's turn to face Toye, he looked at him, tilting his head: he had his own weapon. Interesting.[/i]
"Alright, tell your name, fill out this application, and remember; the first set of tests for entry into the PMC is this Friday, the 22nd. Be there, or you ain't never gonna cut it to be a Medic. Understand!?" Toye almost shouted; he had a helluva attitude.
Dimitry Breznyhev
As this applicant came to the desk, Toye's face turned to one of disapproval; a drunkard, applying to enter the PMC? How the hell would someone of this kind have the capabilities to get into the PMC? Ah well, everyone had the chance to apply; he'd probably be filtered out of the first cut.
"Alright, Drunkard, tell me your name and fill out this form here. And I'm not sure if I'm even getting to you, but just in case I am, the first test is the 22nd; this Friday, so be there or you're out!" Toye was almost barking this, as if it were an order.
Spooks
As this applicant's turn came around, Toye looked with a bit of curiosity: a female? And she was technically not an adult either... but the PMC never had an age limit, and if none of the officers called for one, there wouldn't be one called for now...
"Ok, miss! Your name, and fill out the form here. The first round of tests will be this Friday, the 22nd, and it's mandatory to anyone who wants to be in the Corps, so make sure you get there!" Unlike the others, Toye seemed to be... less angry. One could almost say he looked cute (no surprise, being a Yordle) for that moment as he addressed the woman.
"We serve those that need help, because we're Medics: that's our job." -Major Lewis
"Sometimes, ordinary people can do extraordinary things: Medics need to do that everyday." -Captain Winters
"In this world, we're a team. There is no I in team, simple as that. We either work as one, or we all fail, all seperate from each other." -Lieutenant Hixon
Post by Dmitry Breznyhev on Mar 18, 2013 9:53:44 GMT -5
Dmitry blinked. Was that a yordle giving him an attitude, or was he really that drunk?
"My name is Dmitry Breznyhev..."
He looked down to the paper in front of him. His vision was blurry, and so he had a hard time reading it. He looked at it from several distances, before eventually finding one at which he could actually read the paper. He filled out the paper with his rather sloppy handwriting before finally coming to a stop, content that what he had written was now enough. He nodded to the angry yordle, and took a step back.
"Da, I will be there, comrade."
With that, Dmitry drunkenly hobbled off to wherever vodka could be found.
"I may be drunk, but I can beat a sober man any day."
"My name is Elenwe Tray'neth. I'll be applying today to the corps." She took the form and filled it out. Strange, seeing as they already asked for all this information when she applied as an assistant.
After making out the form, Elenwe was tempted to pat the yordle on the head, but settled on a hand-paw shake. "Got it. Friday, I'll be around."
Spooks returned to her room in the hospital soon enough.
Post by Bennet "Gem" Watkins on Mar 18, 2013 17:22:03 GMT -5
"The name's Bennet, but I'd prefer you call me Gem. I'll be there, and you won't be disappointed!" Gem studied the form for a second, then slowly walked away from the stand. He filled out the form, then returned the paper. After a brief moment of recollection, Gem finally turned away.
Post by Piltover Medical Corps on Mar 18, 2013 17:29:05 GMT -5
As each of the applicants filed their way through, Randleman began to wonder; something was interesting about some of these people... he wondered if he saw some really interesting future Medics...
March 22, 23 CLE
On the same field where the paper registration had begun, the first set of tests were about to begin. The same three Medics registering applicants were also the ones administering the tests: SGM Toye, Lt. Nixon, and PFC Randleman.
The three were directing the applicants to get into rows and be standing, and already the original group was thinning; anyone who directly refused to listen was ordered to leave, and so the original group of just over 500 had dropped to just over 350.
It was still a sizable amount, and most would likely pass the 1st test, but it was the 2nd test that had the highest drop rate...
"We serve those that need help, because we're Medics: that's our job." -Major Lewis
"Sometimes, ordinary people can do extraordinary things: Medics need to do that everyday." -Captain Winters
"In this world, we're a team. There is no I in team, simple as that. We either work as one, or we all fail, all seperate from each other." -Lieutenant Hixon
Post by Bennet "Gem" Watkins on Mar 18, 2013 17:34:55 GMT -5
Gem was prepared for the test. He was told that his rifle was not needed, so he set it somewhere off to the side. He was nervous, but he was sure that he would pass at least the first test. AFter all, this was really the only way in which he could get back at Zaun, so he would need to perform his best.
Spooks did as she was told and lined up with other female applicants. She was fairly relaxed, but kept a serious face. She heard stories of the first days of soldiering from her older Caravan sisters.
Post by Dmitry Breznyhev on Mar 19, 2013 10:19:16 GMT -5
Dmitry stood in line, albeit barely, a side effect of still being drunk. He was trying though, credit could be given to him for that. In his mind, however, Dmitry was more than ready for what he was going to face. It was time to prove his drunken self.
"I may be drunk, but I can beat a sober man any day."
Post by Piltover Medical Corps on Mar 19, 2013 11:03:01 GMT -5
Toye and Randleman went together through the formed lines, inspecting and scrutinizing them very closely, looking for any flaw, while Nixon was calling out orders.
"Alright, prospects! As you know, this is your first test! If you fail this test or any test after this, you will not become a medic!"
"First part is this: the Corp's Oath! It is what every Medic must have memorized at all times!"
"I will now tell you the Oath, and after I say a line, you will repeat! After we finish going though each line, you will all recite the Oath in one go!"
"Failure to accomplish this and you will be out of the Corps! Now, repeat after me:"
'You will always be kind to the injured!'
'You will never refuse to treat the injured!'
'If the patient cannot respond, you will treat them as if they wish to be treated!'
'You will keep the patient alive at all personal costs!'
'You will observe the patient’s wishes if possible!'
'You will only fight if necessary to defend yourself!'
'And above all, you will do no harm!.'
As Nixon led the recitation of the Oath, Toye and Randleman continued to move in between the lines, listening to anyone who was not speaking, not paying attention, or just simply not able to recite; they were subsequently ejected.
In spite of this rather easy test, people were already being asked to leave by the number: 350 prospects had dropped to just under 300 at it's end.
And it wasn't even the end of the first test.
"We serve those that need help, because we're Medics: that's our job." -Major Lewis
"Sometimes, ordinary people can do extraordinary things: Medics need to do that everyday." -Captain Winters
"In this world, we're a team. There is no I in team, simple as that. We either work as one, or we all fail, all seperate from each other." -Lieutenant Hixon
Post by Dmitry Breznyhev on Mar 19, 2013 12:34:52 GMT -5
After he finished reciting the oath, Dmitry looked around quizzically. Did he really just outperform over a hundred people while drunk? Perhaps he vastly overestimated sober people. He remained anxiously waiting in line. Although he did not look like it, he was very determined about getting this job. He needed it.
"I may be drunk, but I can beat a sober man any day."
Spooks recited each oath and internalized their meanings. Well, being medics, the oaths only made sense- she looked around as she spoke them though, and saw that even those that didn't speak the oaths were quickly removed. She gulped, and realized they were very serious.
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