[centre][h1][u][b][color=6ecff6]Yuri Tynko[/color][/b][/u][/h1][/centre]

	Yuri looked down as she spoke quickly. Her pace was too fast to allow himself to speak without interrupting her, and that was something a somewhat gentleman was forbidden to do. Etiquette, was his main focus when trying to maintain a conversation. It always had been. Yuri was the guy for literally having a civil talk with. Anything that could be spoken about without all the excitement or arguing or what-not, he was the go-to person. That being said, he had to pluck up the full-courage to do so, as he himself hated making new friends. Three was enough. However in a place like this, numbers that small was hard to Keep.

[color=0054a6]"I guess I'm not the only one who thinks the little runts running about here are freakin' tiny...but when I look up at you guys, I feel like some ant! Being this tall now at this age is pretty weird...and troublesome...Crap, I haven't told you my name yet! And you helped me up as well so thanks...I'm Raphaela Leistner by the way. Nice knowing ya!"[/color]

	[i][color=6ecff6]'Rude...she didn't give me a chance to fucking speak...'[/color][/i] He grumbled deeply in his mind. His smile faded slightly as she vanished into the crowd, obviously hunting for a source of food. He sighed, and he turned to see Grant grinning at his face. He had the smile of an idea, giving so much sign language for the next arsey remark that was about to be brought up. Grant did that a lot; whenever he or Lilith had failed to do the simplest of most complicated tasks, he would snob in with words of the most annoyance.

[color=00a651]"Hey...hey Yuri...this is why you are alone..."[/color] He chuckled in his low pitch as Yuri hung his head low. The two turned and slowly began to walk to their designated Mess-Hall. They were now amongst the final two to enter the room, being handed the card they were instructed to be given. Yuri looked down at it briefly, before hiding hit in his breast pocket without further acknowledgement at this moment in time. Right now he wanted to just sit down and eat. He wasn't even that hungry in all honesty, but he had to eat something. If Arek had ordered it, he would have to follow it. The two looked at the meal choices, which were pretty decent with the current Food situation.

[hider=Menu]-Hardcrust Breadroll
-Potato [Heated to minimum]
-Apple/Pear Selection [2 maximum]
-Softcrust Breadroll
-Small quantities of Rum [Winter Only - No seconds - 1 every 3 days Minimum]
-Water [Purified]
-Tea [Mint or regular - Cow's Milk as a choice]
-All outside foods sent in by family members are allowed, though only once a week due to regulations. [Any sent more than said will be disregarded and sent to the Officers][/hider]

Yuri walked out with a Pear and some tea, placing himself down as he thought about the choices. It was a shame that food such as family based had to be sent in. Though, who exactly would send Yuri a Devil's Pride nowadays? There wasn't anyone left. No Cyo, Hychi was gone...The only people able to send such stuff were in the training programme with himself. It was ridiculous that he had to suffer such a punishment. Although, he would have to deal with it. It was life, and not everyone gets off as well as their neighbour in the real world. If anything, that could affect their performance with high quantities of meals being sent in the time-space given. It could hinder their performance and give him the opportunity to prove himself more to the Instructors. Perfect plan, he must've said. Speaking of Luck, he pondered on who would actually be granted such luck when it came to fighting for survival...surely a lot of these Trainees weren't prepared for what was out there. Grant sat beside him, with Bread, instead of his fruit. He carried some Rum.

[color=6ecff6]"How on Earth did you get that at this point of the year?"[/color] Yuri tilted his head as he took a sip from his boiling mug of tea.

[color=00a651]"What? It is late November!"[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Oh nooo...poor your...you might catch a cold if you don't drink that!"[/color] Yuri chuckled as he was barged from behind, spilling some of his tea in his hand. It was only a slight amount, and the barge didn't exactly put much of a physical impact on him. Grant sighed deeply, prepared to turn around to see who couldn't politely walk past and give him a bollocking, only to be stopped by Yuri's hand placing on his shoulder, seizing his movement. [color=6ecff6]"Don't waste your time...I feel these kids won't last as long as they hope on the field..."[/color] He said to him, loud enough for those behind him to take notice. Mutters of disgust came from his rear, Yuri sighing to himself. He never liked to pick fights with the other Trainees. Grant chuckled slowly as he continued to sip what little Rum he had. He took much appreciation to the comment his companion had flashed ever-so quickly. The speed of the return-fire was impressive for someone with as bad social knowledge as himself.

[color=f7941d]"OI! YURI! GRAAAAAANT!"[/color] A shout interrupted both of their musings, making Yuri jump slightly and spill the searing hot tea onto his face. He cringed slightly in quick pain as his face heated up to the temperature of the beverage. He turned slightly, rubbing the spilt tea from his face. To his [i]'Surprise'[/i], it was Lilith whom called the duo running towards them with such delight and energy. Behind her, was a girl being dragged by her arm. Yuri sighed slightly at carried on sipping at his drink as Grant nudged his friend, trying to get his attention to the approaching two.