[center][color=Moccasin][b][h2]Reese Kestrel[/h2][/b][/color]
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[indent][color=Gray]At the very least, Reese was somewhat accustomed to the hot weather that seared the training grounds, his long treks on the wagon between the districts helping with his tolerance, though the boy figured that it would not be worth anything once they started their run for miles and actual training.[/color] [color=Moccasin][b]"As long as I get the top bunk, I won't have to worry about looking at the circus freak!"[/b][/color]

[color=Gray]Reese puffed one of his cheeks, bothered by the illusion that many seemed to draw based on his family name. While it was true that the Kestrel Company was the primary trading company within the walls and was almost swimming in wealth, the boy himself had not had a taste of that luxury since his childhood. Since then, he had lived a fairly modest life, working an adult's job at half the age until the breach happened.[/color] [color=Moccasin][b]"Unfortunately, titans can't be killed with money, only humans."[/b][/color]

[color=Gray]His face normalized as the arrival of two others brought a light smile to Reese's face. Though, the first giant had now aligned himself with the second, conspiring their thoughts of superiority amongst themselves. Most of their group had suffered this form of discrimination at the hands of these oppressors for years, but like titans, the boy held thoughts of grandeur, hoping to one day triumph against them through the miracle of puberty. [i]Someday.[/i][/color]

[color=Moccasin][b]"He's the bridge that we take from normal people to soldiers,"[/b][/color] [color=Gray]Reese decided in continuing to suffer in silence, talking about their instructor. He spotted Jade wave a hand to him in greeting for a moment, doing the same in return before returning his attention to their circle. It would take some time to adjust to the gruff nature that was military life, but it had been what the boy signed up for; what everyone standing around signed up for, truly.[/color]

[color=Gray]Looking to Olivia, the blond patted a hand against his stomach, his expression turning sour.[/color] [color=Moccasin][b]"But I'm going to miss eating like a normal person,"[/b][/color] [color=Gray]Reese whined, his idea of the military making way for his picture-esque memory of the food that that his aunt had made for them every night. He nearly salivated at the mere thought, looking off in wanderlust.[/color][/indent]