[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180925/23da5851dd829b75b15dd5428bc7089d.png[/img][/center][hr][right][color=gray][b]Training Grounds, Wall Rose[/b]
Midday, Year 847
[sub][@FrostedCaramel] [@Jay Kalton][/sub][/color][/right][hr]
[indent][color=F7941D][b]“Is that a fact?”[/b][/color] Schulz crossed his arms, unimpressed with the tall woman's assurance.

She was the tallest girl among the recruits; hell, save for the horse-faced cadet he was going to enjoy breaking in the subsequent weeks she was the tallest [i]period[/i]. Mother Nature had no doubt blessed her, but at the same time she looked like she had spent a few too many afternoons with a box of sweetrolls. For a refugee, he would think she would have grown accustomed to eating less, but apparently, that was not the case. Her biggest mistake in coming to [i]his[/i] camp in such a [i]state[/i] was being unprepared for what lied ahead.

[color=F7941D][b]“Do you think this place is a fucking weight loss program or have you finally run out of coin for your sweet tooth? Do you want to be a tasty snack for a Titan? Because that's what it looks like to me!”[/b][/color]

Before Charlotte could respond to his words he scoffed and spat over his shoulder. 

[color=F7941D][b]“I sure hope you are ready for a workout, girl, because I'm going to work you to the bone until you can't take it anymore! If you even make it more than a week, I'll be fucking surprised. There are no free rides here for you or any other fatass! Today is going to be the worst day of your life. Worse than Shiganshina!”[/b][/color]

Schulz pressed his tongue against his uppermost canine as he went down the line, leaving Charlotte and the rest to their anxieties. He stopped at the next one in line, an older boy with eyes like rubies. He remembered reading the cadet's profile and the same feeling of disgust hit him as it did when I first read about him. A boy with a loner complex who was caught red-handed and given the choice to break rocks in stripes or break rocks as a cadet. He could already feel the boy was going to be a problem.

But problems could be directed. Molded. He would learn to be a team player by the time he was through with him.

[color=F7941D][b]“There's no pockets for you to steal from here, boy. How are you going to deal with that? Tell everyone your name!”[/b][/color][/indent]