[centre][h1][color=f7941d]Miles Rockbell[/color][/h1] 
[u]Training Grounds[/u]
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Miles assumed the same position as everyone else within his class. Well, at first anyways. Every so often he would make small movements here and there. At times he needed to scratch something, or maybe straighten out his foot inside his boot. Oh and there was a creek in his neck that he absolutely needed to stretch out. And who could blame him for chuckling a bit at Roger getting teased?

Well that would be the advisers who's unpleasant glares we're almost burning a hole into Miles. Perhaps he didn't notice them considering how humid it was. All this stiffness just wasn't for this young lad. Going into the military was his plan but actually going through the academy was a thing he dreaded. So just like with life in general, he decided not to stress about it too much.

Although, that may have bitten him in the butt. As perhaps it was because of his small movements that he caught the wondering eye and finger of Charles. In other words, he was going to have to do some extra exercises after all of this. [color=f7941d][i]'Ah well, that's the way the cookie crumbles. I don't know if I'll be able to take it easy here if guys like those two (Charles and Maurer) are around'[/i][/color], Miles thought to himself, his demeanor still relaxed while holding onto his posture. There was nothing personal he felt about the matter, that was just the way misfortune worked. 

He had figured to himself that the point of all this was to test the waters with each of these potential soldiers. That may be the case but he did find their instructor's verbal decimation of his fellow cadets rather amusing. So much so that a smirk slid across his face as he waited.