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Amalia and Yesenia stood side-by-side in perfect position. Well, 'perfect' if you ignored that Yesenia was doing it completely wrong. "Hey, Malia! Where do you think that dude's hair is hiding?" She whispered happily to her rival, her fist on the wrong side of her chest. Amalia turned her gaze upon the grey haired girl and whispered furiously back. "Shut up, Yes! You're going to get me in trouble! Why are you even here, anyway?" Yesenia laughed loudly as names were called in conjunction with the dorms they were to be assigned to. "Thought it'd be fun! Stop bein' so gloomy, Malia!"


Sort Me! ▌Amalia Stern
Sort Me! ▌Yesenia Quinonez

Sort Me! ▌Ryom Hwan-jae

He'd been awake for a while now, anxious to hurry up and get through orientation to settle in already but Santos's booming voice felt like it was waking up some still sleeping emotions. Things like fear, alarm and hunger. He liked the man's direct and straightforward attitude but those menacing muscles were a clear message not to get too chummy with the guy. The man was not here to be a friend or a mentor; he had one job and that was to find the nuts that cracked under pressure. The tirade got under his skin a little bit and he clenched his fists as he did his best to let it go. He'd signed up for this willingly, nothing had forced him to do this and he would have to see it through for Yoon-su. He wanted to glance at his brother and roll his eyes in response to the lecture but held his posture. A lot was riding on this and he didn't want to get kicked out on the first day for being a cheeky brat.

'C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!' He itched to get through this but dreaded the part coming next. Dorm assignments would likely tear another family member out of his grasp and he was already in a grumpy mood at losing his sister earlier in the week. Yeah, he would easily make friends with his peers since he was a fairly extroverted person but family was something hard to let go of. His eyes trailed towards his right to peek at the guy beside him but a loud harsh voice jolted him back to attention and he held his breath in case he'd been caught not listening,

His nerves were overwhelming and he almost didn't catch his assignment the first time!

Sort Me! ▌Brayden Greene

At least he wasn't late. Orientation had him fretting because he would be sorted into a dorm apparently? He wasn't used to sharing a room with anyone, not even his little sister. Fiddling with his uniform, Brayden's thoughts snapped to attention as Santos's booming voice filled his ears and he was sure his brain rattled a bit. With slow movements, he pushed his bangs out of his eyes and breathed deeply at the very end.

With his eyes straightforward on Santos, he listened to speech like his life depended on it, and honestly? It could. Welp, here goes nothing, he thought to himself, a mixture of dread and excitement filling his stomach. Now to not talk because he was sure he would scream.

Sort Me! ▌Rennati Ayala

Having barely passed the movement and coordination tests, Rennati considered herself lucky to be standing in the heat. Okay well, not really lucky, but she was glad that she was good on all the other factors for enrollment otherwise she might have had to go back home and do..what? Never the less, she had made it, and was standing in the blistering heat in full uniform with a whole bunch of other cadets.

Rennati couldn't say what she had thought the bald man was going to say, but given his appearance, his long, somewhat frightful speech didn't surprise her much. Saluting, like the rest of the trainees, she was relieved she didn't have to move...yet. She watched people's names get called and everyone start moving. Ren's heart hammered in her chest. What if she tripped after she got her dorm assignment? Would they all laugh at her? Would the bald man kick her out? There was no telling. A sense of dread filled her whole body, fearing the moment she would have to move.

Sort Me! ▌Lillian Carter

Lillian's eyes twitched. She was expecting hell, but not entirely this level of it. She was finally there, and still unsure if she belonged as of yet.. but that speech was not reassuring her at all. Eying the others, she wondered just where she would end up. She only hoped it was full of reasonable people. And quiet. She frowned, lingering on that thought. Her brother would not be around to constantly annoy her, but that was the least of her troubles. Her confidence she thought she had was waning, and she was hoping she could magically sum it back up before her name was called.

Sort Me! ▌Hilda Rose

Hilda Rose stood quietly, looking at her surroundings and taking in the size and space of the buildings nearby. She daydreamed about how the place must have looked when it was being built. Her small sack of belongings sat in the dust at her boots: Later when she got to her dorm she would sketch the buildings on the little notepad in her bag. She wasn't paying attention to the names as they were called, just waiting for hers.

Sort Me! ▌Chris Reinhart

Chris by all rights wasn't supposed to be here, not at least by his best friends account. Lip didn't know Chris was here yet which was both a blessing, and curse in disguise. His fear the other would be angry was tangible, yet for now, he was fully dressed in uniform, standing at attention. Chris even held his stance properly, a closed tight fist at his chest, holding himself in the proper stance as he'd been shown during his initial recruitment process. He'd been lucky to past the eye coordination test. They'd had to give him an updated prescription and a strap for his head, kept in his pocket and to be used during all forms of training. The stammering teen looked wide eyed and bewildered, swallowing nervously a few times as he tried to clear his throat and not fall apart from jittery nerves. It was too late now; he was here and unwilling to backing down.

His family could use the money, and without any direction in life with the family business gone what other choice had there been to make? This had been the safest option by his account. Even if it meant taking risks, and learning how to do dangerous if not downright stupid things, perhaps he'd learn a thing or two. Knowledge was something Chris prized, coveted even at the end of the day. So the four eyed trainee waited, patiently anticipating his name to be called and the fate of his dorm assignment to be chosen like the rest of his fellow trainees. All the while taking mental notes on the different people around him, most of their names were a blur, escaping him as he fidgeted.