[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180925/23da5851dd829b75b15dd5428bc7089d.png[/img][/center][hr][right][color=gray][b]Training Grounds, Wall Rose[/b]
MIDDAY, YEAR 847[/color][/right][hr][indent][color=FF6666][b]"My name."[/b][/color] The cadet had spoken in an attempt to sound professional. [color=FF6666][b]"My name is Elif Edelweiss. Sir."[/b][/color]

The instructor gazed at the cadet before him, his eyes analyzing the girl who had just spoke. [color=F7941D][b]"No wonder you look so pathetic; your name is just as bland as your appearance!"[/b][/color] Schulz shouted, lashing out at Elif. [color=F7941D][b]"If I was your father, I would be ashamed to have a daughter like you! Did SOMEONE [i]steal[/i] your BLANKIE, crybaby?"[/b][/color] Whilst his voice was already loud enough, like a couple having a domestic disupute, Schulz made it a point to emphasize on certain words for greater effect.

[color=F7941D][b]"Go home and cry to Mommy, girl. I don't need cowards in my corps, you meek pile of horse shit."[/b][/color] Schulz continued, referencing the cadet's stance. Her legs had trembled in fear, giving the instructor the opinion that Elif was mousy; someone easily pushed around by others. Schulz knew people such as Elif were liable to get people killed on the battlefield, to which this "submissive personality" was something that needed to be rectified.

If not, well, at least Elif would be worthwhile titan bait.

Moving down along the line of cadets, Schulz would come across Adèlyn. She had been shorter than the instructor, and it was clear Schulz was at least twice the size of Adèlyn.[color=F7941D][b]"And who the [i]fuck[/i] are you? Another scrawny toothpick of a cadet in [i]my[/i] corps?"[/b][/color] Stepping closer, Schulz would reach for the collar of Adèlyn's shirt, gripping it within his fist. [color=F7941D][b]"Did you think you could sneak in here to put some meat on your bones? Titans would starve if you were all they had to eat!"[/b][/color]

In a final act of defiance, Schulz would swirl a wad of spit in his mouth, spitting it directly onto Adèlyn's chest, deliberately rubbing into the uniform she wore.[color=F7941D][b]"You better convince me that feeding your sorry ass is worth more than the rest of the refugees!"[/b][/color] Schulz spoke, letting go of his grip in a rather aggressive manner, shoving Adèlyn away.[/indent]