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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=991B19][b]Location:[/b][/color] Training Grounds | 122nd Trainee Corps | Inside Wall Maria[/right][/sub][/color]
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Adèlyn Ziegler wasn’t impressed.

She wasn’t impressed with the whiny little rich boy, she wasn’t impressed with the “Yes, sir. Of course, sir. I’ll wipe your ass with my face, sir” rhetoric from the other recruits, and she certainly wasn’t impressed with Instructor Maurer deciding to single-out everyone who had no nerve. She had just stood in line for the majority of the whole run-down tapping her feet and looking at the clouds. [i]“This is boring.”[/i] she had thought as everything transpired in what seemed like the slowest time possible. Unlike some of the other recruits she didn’t particularly care about the men who had been told to run and march for three hours nor did she particularly care about the recruits who took the blonde boy’s dipshit faux-authority as the right instinct. The military was about [i]action[/i], not boring ass speeches and fake soapboxes. If someone was going to inspire or impress Adè it was going to be through their actions and not their beliefs, and that went double for people she was supposed to respect and look up to. People like Maurer.

The athletic girl put her hands behind her head as the instructor called an end to the line-up and demanded everyone return to their cabins.

She groaned under her breath as she turned face, walking at a snail’s pace as the words were spoken. She had no interest in arguing with other recruits nor did she had interest in helping them get out of the mud and dirt. She did think it was funny that the boy, whoever he was, was so stupefied by the whole endeavor he had caused that he hadn’t seen the blonde girl coming. It was [i]hilarious[/i]. It almost made not being selected for Maurer’s little Q&A worth it. A little entertainment here-and-there while she strived to get to the top made her, if only for a moment, forget that only a few weeks ago she had been a wry, athletic orphaned thief-girl.  

She smirked at the thought. It was stupid. She could never forget.

By the time she got to her bunk a few others were going about their business. Talking, writing in their little books. But Adè wasn’t for joining that. She was going to get nowhere sitting on her thumbs, so she did the first thing she thought of when she made sure her things were still in her bag. She dropped into position and began doing a set of sit-ups. Once she had finished doing that she would move on to push-ups. She needed to work up an appetite, after all. If anyone chose to talk to her, not that she wanted to hear anyone talk about their pathetic problems, she could do that while she did her sets. She didn’t join the military for a free ride.

She had [i]plans.[/i][/indent]



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