[center][h2][color=0095FF][u][i][b]/Grant Rotem\[/b][/i][/u][/color][/h2]

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After Padma left, he was thinking about doing the exams. Just get up, sit down, and do them... Theeeen again, he also thought of just sleeping. And once that thought entered his mind, that’s exactly what he did, quickly drifting asleep. Wonderfully sound asleep, Grant laid, no bother in his mind, no bother around him. Just the peaceful rest as he laid in bed. He dreamed of... nothing. Just darkness. A peaceful dark sleep with nothing to- alarms. Sirens, blaring alarms. That was what he heard when he was blasted out of his sleep from the very thing. Grant had been asleep for hours, and to add to his rude awakening, not only was he awakened by the loud alarms, he also ended up on the floor with a thud. At that, he opened his eyes in shock, staring up at the ceiling of his dorm. He laid, dazed and confused on the floor, tangled up in his blanket. If that didn’t pull him from his sleepy state, the voice that spoke out from his cuff did. He only began focusing on what it was saying when it explained about the Threat level of... something. He wasn’t sure. The fact that he was JUST awakened by this wasn’t helping either.


The cuff went silent, leaving Grant some time to regain his bearings. He unravelled himself from the blanket wrapped around him, tossing it back up onto the bed, which he used to pull himself up. He stumbled, trying to regain his balance.
[color=0095FF]”The hell’s going on?”[/color] He’d mutter out, moving a hair out of his eyes lazily, not bothering with his bedhead, since by the time he did, his ankle cuff sounded once more. It first stated how the hostile target was unknown, yet the next second, it said how the target was Menagerie. [color=0095FF]”Make up your mind...”[/color] He’d say out loud, wiping some drool that was trailing from his mouth. He yawned, trudging to the bathroom, wondering who were the unlucky saps who had to deal with the threat approaching. He turned the sink on, the water running, yet it was drowned out by the sound of the alarms blaring. As he began to splash water into his face, he once again heard a voice come from the cuff. The only thing was, it was Director Zhang’s voice instead of the mechanical voice from before. He raised an eyebrow on his dripping face as he listened to her announcement, though only parts of it stuck out to him. What he bothered to acknowledge from her announcement was that this was the combat assessment for the new students, as well as catching word of what color team he was on. Blue. There was only one name out of the 6 that he recognized aside from his own. Padma, his roommate.

He turned the sink off, using his white shirt to dry his face, leaving an obvious wet stain on it. He grumbled out as he remembered the words said by his roommate.
[color=0095FF]”’In a few days’ she says… Damn it…”[/color] When he lowered his shirt from his face, he noticed the color of the light on his cuff, which he let out an unamused chuckle at. [color=0095FF]”Cute…”[/color] Came out of his mouth in a sarcastic tone. Nothing in this situation was remotely cute. He dragged himself to his bed, sitting down on its edge, waiting. He knew almost nothing could prepare him for what was coming up. Flung into combat on his first day here. This was too much, but it's not like he had much of a choice either way. After minutes of Grant sitting, looking down at his unprepared self, a guard came, bursting through the door.
[color=f7976a]”Out. You’re coming with me.”[/color] They’d declare, forcefully, almost a yell or shout. Grant just sighed, standing up from his bed.
[color=0095FF]”Yeah, yeah… just lead the way.”[/color] Was what he said before he walked up to them. There was no point in making a fuss of trying to resist going, so he just went along with it. The guard grabbed him by the arm, pulling him out of his room before pushing him ahead, pointing their gun at his back. Grant held the arm that the guard grabbed for a moment before looking ahead, beginning to step in the direction they wanted him to go. His steps were tired and sluggish, yet pokes at his back from the guard’s gun kept his steps from getting any slower than they already were. Eventually, at this pace, he made it to the trucks that all the teams were riding in. The guard grabbed his arm again, obviously annoyed by how slow he had been going for the whole walk, and pulled him over to his team's truck, shoving him into it.