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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][right][sub][color=991B19][b]Location:[/b][/color] Training Grounds | 122nd Trainee Corps | Inside Wall Maria[/sub][/right][/color]
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[color=991B19]“Experience new things, huh?”[/color] Adelyn muttered underneath her breath.

As Grant wobbled into the boy’s cabin Adèlyn shook her head, though she admitted she liked his resolve. To survive her taunts after running for three hours wasn’t particularly impressive, but he didn’t snap or admit defeat. The two likeliest of outcomes for someone at his level of fatigue. Her eyes only left him as the door to the cabin shut behind him allowing Adè to be left to her own thoughts.

[i]“I was going to go on a run.”[/i] She reminded herself as she moved to stretch her legs on the dirt and grass.

The ground was firm, even if it was a little moist. Unlike running on a street or on the rooftops, it took more energy to push forward in a run. Before the conversation she envied the recruits for being forced to run it for three hours but as she decided to do her own independent run she realized she didn’t really. She had just been bored and wanted the instructor to point her out as being worthy of his lecture. Crawling to the top of the top ten wasn’t going to be an easy task and while she was confident she could do it, it wasn’t going to be awarded her for just existing. Grant had mentioned a “large fella” who wanted the same exact thing, a person who wanted for one reason or another to be noticed just as she did. 

Her father hadn’t talked about the process too much when she was younger, so it was on her to make her own deductions. A hard task, maybe, considering she wasn’t a genius, but she wasn’t stupid and naïve either. From the little she could tell about the ‘culture’ of the training ground she understood that people aspired to the top ten for two reasons. To be a stand out recruit on their own terms or to get the Military Police sniffing around them so they could get a cushy job.

For Adèlyn it was the former over the latter. She had no intention going into the Military Police, even if they wanted her. She just wanted everyone to know who she was so that when she joined the Garrison her name would be treated with the same reverence that it deserved. With a job in the Garrison she could slowly move up the ranks as she learned about what exactly happened to her father and who his enemies were. Remembering a face was only important if you could attach a name to it and the people behind the walls were in great number. With her luck by the time she found the bastard he’d be long dead. She still had to know, even if that were the case.

The blonde shook her head as she began her run after her legs were stretched and ready.







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