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[right][color=ff00ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] [color=silver]Training Grounds —> Parade Route[/color]
[color=ff00ff][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [color=silver]Ezra Taffer, Charles Dujardin (Briefly) - [/color][@inkarnate][/right]
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[color=silver][color=D39104][b]"Formation, dismissed!”[/b][/color]

All at once, the tense silence was broken. A cacophony of grunts and speech filled the air as soldiers began to stretch their aching limbs and talk among themselves. Elsie remained frozen for longer than she would have liked, her naturally tense extremities refusing to release the position they had been holding for so long. Slowly, her arms dropped to her sides, and she lifted a hand to rub at her bicep. 

[color=00ff00]”You good, Elz?”[/color] The familiar voice to her left alarmed her. Methodically, she twisted her neck to face her twin, scanning his visage. For what? She wasn’t sure. Hurt, perhaps? Fear that he wouldn’t make it through his PT?

There was nothing but a broad grin and glimmering emerald eyes. He was lifting his legs and twisting his core in some quick stretches, but stopped as he caught onto her scrutiny. [color=00ff00]”What, Elz?”[/color] He asked, dropping his knee and putting a hand to his face. [color=00ff00]”Got something on my face?”[/color]

Elsie quickly shook her head. [color=ff00ff]”No...I just...aren’t you upset?”[/color] 

Ezra laughed heartily, shaking his head. [color=00ff00]”That asshole’ll get his licks. He’s all talk, probably won’t last a day.”[/color] Shrugging, Ezra’s gaze followed after the other boys he was supposed to be running with. 

[color=00ff00]”Gotta go,”[/color] Ezra began to jog off, twisting to wave at his sister. [color=00ff00]”See ya in three!”[/color] With that, he turned away, leaving her to fend for herself. 

Elsie’s gaze wandered the training grounds for a moment, stopping to linger on the ‘asshole’ in question. She pursed her lips, wondering if his licks would ever come. People had tried to imitate what he had done so fluently. It was evident that a majority of the troops looked up to him already. Just like that, his uppity lifestyle was returning to him. It wasn’t right. 

Elsie started on a beeline toward him with little to no thought in her actions. At the last second, she stepped into his bubble, using her narrow shoulder to knock harshly into him. Narrowing her eyes, she didn’t miss a step as she suddenly began to pick up her pace. Moving into a steady jog, she found the parade route and began her laps. 

As she went, she challenged herself to stay at pace with the girl who was running alongside her. Her auburn hair was what made her stand out to Elsie, as she was otherwise plain. Elsie considered making small talk, but in the end opted out. She wasn’t interested in being a social butterfly while she did her laps. [/color]