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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=6F6C8B][b]Location:[/b][/color] Training Grounds | 122nd Trainee Corps | Inside Wall Maria[/right][/sub][/color]
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[color=6F6C8B][i]Wow. What a fucking moron.[/i][/color]

Agnes Rosenthal remained quiet in the group of would-be cadets, standing in-between one of the boys that had been paired to run for three hours due to another’s belief that he should speak up for the lot of them. 

The brunette sighed as she looked over to her right where the ‘brute’ of an instructor they had gotten decided to move on to another boy. He refused to make eye contact with Maurer, which by Agnes’ calculations was a mistake. The blonde boy may have been a bit of an upstart, but he had the gall to actually meet Maurer in the eyes. She supposed it was normal for people to be nervous. She had seen many nurses stammer and look to the floor when her own father was upset in the hospital where he made his business. Agnes cherished the memories in the halls, sitting on benches reading whatever books she was allowed access to. She had been younger, but her father handed her medical diaries instead of fairytales. She learned a lot from it. He had probably hoped she would become a nurse herself, which was one of the reasons he was shocked and dismayed when she decided to leave for a more military avenue.

She crossed her arms. She could see fine at distance without her glasses, which she had concealed away in their case during orientation. She didn’t want to get called out like the rest of her fool comrades; she already had it rough enough with her height. She was pretty sure she was the smallest person in the lineup. It didn’t make her nervous. Few things did. It did make her cautious, though.

She took a light breath, as she looked at the rest of the line after noting her previous observation. The boy whom had caused all of this ruckus was now in full silence, staring down at the floor like a child caught with their hand in a cookie jar or near a broken vase. It didn’t take a fool to know he regretted getting his comrades into trouble and he was likely thinking of the consequences it would have when he was bunking with the very same men. She wondered if he would survive a week of training. She wondered that about many people in line, even herself. Her body was far less athletic and toned than some others. After all, she was training to become a medical practitioner, not a soldier, before she got the news of her mother's disappearance. There was part of her that doubted that joining the Survey Corps would even give her any answers. But she had to try. She just had to hope her body could keep up with her mind.

She supposed she would get her answer soon enough.

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