[center][color=f7941d][b][h2]Head Instructor Schulz[/h2][/b][/color]
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[indent][color=f7941d][b]"Is that so?"[/b][/color]

[color=Gray]A bead of sweat trickled along the edges of Schulz's beard, scoffing as he released his constraint on the recruit's hair. His dark eyes studied the look of a quiet determination that her face wore, having seen a similar lot within the rest of the worms scattered before him. Just as a temporary moment of calmness showered over the instructor, his body swirled towards the source of the insect who had interrupted his train of thought, his fists balling up as he shuffled towards the suicidal individual.

Getting a good look and sizing up the infant that had dared to speak without his permission, Schulz's brow furrowed angrily, a scowl returning to his face.[/color] [color=f7941d][b]"WHAT IN THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?"[/b][/color] [color=Gray]He bent slightly, his face only inches apart from the waste of space as his voice howled. The man grounded his teeth together, a feral look in his pupils as his forehead crashed hard against the other's head.[/color] [color=f7941d][b]"YOU WILL NEVER SPEAK TO ME UNLESS INSTRUCTED, OR I WILL BREAK YOUR HEAD!"[/b][/color]

[color=Gray]Continuing to look at the eyesore was already beginning to give Schulz an aneurysm.[/color] [color=f7941d][b]"YOU THINK THOSE TITANS ARE GONNA STOP TEARING APART YOUR FRIENDS AND COMRADES IF YOU ASK POLITELY?"[/b][/color] [color=Gray]the instructor pulled back from up close, his body and hands doing his best feminine impression.[/color] [color=f7941d][b][i]"O-oh, please stop eating her, mister titan! Please, stop it!~"[/i][/b][/color]

[color=Gray]Schulz's face hardened in an instant as he spat on the back of his hand, delivering a hard backhanded slap to Sano's worthless cranium. While it recovered from his strike, the instructor wiped the spit from his hand on the cretin's uniform.[/color] [color=f7941d][b]"DROP AND GIVE ME FIFTY, RIGHT NOW, YOU FUCKING PUSSY!"[/b][/color] [color=Gray]Schulz ordered.[/color] [color=f7941d][b]"AND THE LONGER YOU WASTE MY TIME, THE LONGER EVERYONE IS GONNA RUN THE FIELD!"[/b][/color][/indent]

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[center][color=Moccasin][b][h2]Reese Kestrel[/h2][/b][/color]
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[color=Gray]It had certainly not felt like two years had already passed for[/color] [color=Moccasin][b]Reese Kestrel[/b][/color][color=Gray]. Standing a few inches taller, the young boy's hair had grown just enough to require containment, keeping the hair at the back of his head in a small ponytail. Clad in the uniform of the 104th Training Corps, he had originally been undecided after the fall of Wall Maria, but his friendship to the others had depended on it.

When they had become displaced from the loss of their home in Shiganshina District, Reese refused to allow them to suffer at the overpopulated refugee camps, and instead, offered them his home in Trost District. While his aunt had been heavily distraught over the loss of his uncle, she and Reese's cousins had welcomed the group of displaced children with open arms, allowing them to stay under the roof of their estate.

Shuffling his feet nervously, Reese unknowingly began to puff one of his cheeks in the anticipation of the drill instructor's arrival, having expected a [i]much less[/i] expletive-filled orientation ceremony. Luckily, Mora was to his left, and the presence of the giant named Gabriel managed to slightly soothe the boy's nerves. He kept to himself, watching as the drill instructor went through each of the recruits, grimacing when Jade was struck without hesitation.

Reese kept his whine to the lowest volume when the instructor ordered one of the boys to do push-ups, hearing that they would have to run for a longer period of time if the boy did not finish at a fast time. [i]This is how the military really is,[/i] the youth thought to himself, holding his salute resolute.[/color]