Welcome to Gaia! ::

Looking to the female, and her picking up of his name, he too provided a nod as well. Watching the little gathered group, though, he was slowly starting to feel quite out of place. Lips pressing slightly, attentive eyes flickering from one individual to the next, his arms slowly folded behind his back, and his gaze wandered off absently. Potted plant it was, then, for the time being. Until he made acquaintances of his own.

... if he did, that is.

Sort Me! ▌Harper Weiss

Harper was excited. It was almost a tangible thing, and she almost couldn't help herself. The sun was hot and there was an undeniable sheen of sweat along her forehead. She could also feel her pale skin pinking up, and Harper knew that her cheeks and nose would burn. Her shoes were a little uncomfortable, too, but nothing was going to get her down. This was going to be a new chapter in her life. This was going to be something exciting. It meant something - to Harper, at least.

She couldn't help but smile at the man who stood on stage bellowing about this and that. It wasn't until he started talking about her demise, or squashing her like a bean, that Harper slowly began to wilt.

"WELCOME TO YOUR DEMISE."

The smile slowly slipped from her face.

"...like flattening a little bean- day after day for three years you will have the living s**t beat out of you and you better appreciate it!"

Harper's shoulders dropped, and her knees felt a little weak.

"Now, I'm an understanding person, so if anyone has any complaints, please, come and talk to me. I will even thank you for giving me a little story to attach to the wig I scalp off your head. With gratitude!"

There was a sudden surge of queasiness, and Harper was certain that the pretty red apple she ate for breakfast was going to make a violent reappearance.

By the time Santos was finished with his pep talk, Harper was absolutely positive that she wanted to die. Maybe this hadn't been a good choice. She was going to die here, Harper was certain of it. As she waited to be assigned to her dorm, she silently pleaded with her stomach to behave itself.

Sort Me! ▌Alister Hayes

Alister gulped and surreptitiously brushed dust from his white pants. He had tripped while lining up, almost taking out another trainee, but now he stayed still, locking his knees carefully in place. Suddenly,. he wished his friend were here. It wasn't easy to do things without the support of Stephen, but he had to learn to be strong. Alister swayed. Maybe locking his knees was a bad idea?

The voice booms out again, and two more trainees are given their dorms.

"Alister Hayes, Tragen! Nikolaus Windsor, Luchse!"

Sort Me! ▌Hazel Snow

Right hand in a fist to the chest, left hand in a fist behind back, feet hip distance apart. She had to remind herself the proper form of the solute just as a man with a loud voice called them to attention. Once she performed the salute without too much difficulty, and they were told the command 'At Ease', her thoughts drifted to questions about how she had ended up in this predicament. Why was she here? Yes she knew the reasons why, but why didn’t she run when she first learned that her step father had signed her up illegally for the military? She was not fit out to be a soldier, she could barely carry a heavy load, and they expected her to be able to kill Titans? Hazel wanted to shake her head at the absurdity of it all, but did not dare move just in case she would attract the attention of the terrifying bald man. His words made her knees go weak and her tiny frame began to shake. Fear filled her body, was joining the military really as terrible as he said it was? She had seen the soldiers on the walls, they always appeared to be drunk or bored. They did not instill in her a great deal of confidence about the survival of the human race if Titans were to attack again. What good were drunk soldiers?

Her mind drifted back to another drunk, she left one monster for another. As the initial shock wore off, a resoluteness filled the young woman. She may be weak, may not have confidence in herself, but one thing was for sure, once she started something, she never quit. Her shakes receded, the fear still lingered, but that was a constant companion to her even before she stepped onto the training field. The bald man’s words about some joining just so they could have at a chance at the interior surprised her, to voluntarily work with nobles was a concept she had trouble grasping. They were glutinous, vile, greedy, and horrible excuses of human beings. The woman had to give herself a mental shake at her generalizing, not all nobles were like her father, and it was a fact she tended to forget when in a moment of strong emotions.

They were dismissed, but yet not really. The cadets remained standing beneath the blazing sun. Information was presented about courses and locations of certain facilities. At the mention of the infirmary, Hazel’s ears perked and a smile threatened to break through her blank expression. Perhaps life in the military would not be all that bad.

Sort Me! ▌Lip Prezlocki

Listening attentively to the bald man speak, Lip kept his chin up as he stood in his salute. His right fist clenched and pressed firmly on his chest as his other arm rested behind his back, fist clenched. Once baldy was finished with his welcome, Lip looked around to the talking trainees. Keeping to himself he sighed, wishing his friend was there but at the same time... It was better he wasn't... This wasn't a place for him. Staying where he stood before the chit chatting started, the young male waiting for his name to be called so he could settle into his dorm.

"Prezlocki, move your a** to Falke. Harrison, move your a** to Luchse. Hustle up, hustle up!!"