Shingeki no Kyojin (Attack on Titan): Evolution

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"Probably right." Most were lazy characters trying to get into the Military Police and live the sweet life behind Wall Sina. Others were zealots to the religion called "humanity's survival" and would get themselves killed by actually trying to fight a Titan one-on-one. A select few actually cared about the true purpose of the military, and very few could comprehend the danger of a Titan. Particularly the big one. I've never seen it personally, but I feel like... I know it's too different to be a Titan. Too smart. Too powerful. And to be frank, too damn big. This thought brought her back to the tall kid sitting with Reiner and Annie. Like that guy for Titans. This prompted a quick chuckle out of her. "So what are you doing here?" She quickly added "Not at this particular table, or this particular room, but here? Fighting? Or training to fight?"
 
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Joel stopped midway from taking another spoonful of soup to see a girl, Reyna he recalled, glaring at the occupants of the table across from him. One didn't seem to want to have at it and left her spot and joined another girl sitting by herself alone at the corner. Reyna herself seemed to settled down from her tantrum with having people at her table and sat down next to the guy named Raider, making small talk with him.

It's only dinner and already everyone hates each other, wow, Joel thought, sighing. One of his tablemates, a boy with a shaven head named Connie Springer stood up to get some fresh air and in his place the red headed man Shadis forced to run around the training grounds with Potato Girl sat down.

"You smell horrible," Joel commented rather bluntly, scrunching his face as the smell of sweat reeked off Luke. He pushed his bowl away, having lost his appetite.
 
Staring off into nowhere in particular while leaning his chin onto his left palm, Raider made no effort to continue the conversation. As the good for nothing red-head sat on the table as well, reeking of sweat after his little punishment was done, the thought of leaving the table crossed Raider's mind. In the end, he stayed put, no reason to start being rude due to first impressions. Though he doubted it would be easy to change his opinion about Luke.

Raider's focus was brought back to Reyna as he heard a chuckle. He found himself wondering what she thought was so funny, he would have never guessed he'd hear any kind of joy in that room for a while. Maybe she wasn't completely sane and maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. Or she was just stronger than most of the spineless crowd. Reyna's question however, caught the male slightly off guard. Opening his mouth to answer and then closing it again, Raider thought about his answer for a while. What he had told the CO earlier wasn't wrong, he did want to kill some titans but it wasn't the right answer either. His reasons were more selfish than that.

"To occupy mysef."

Although that was only the half truth. What did he really want? Vengeance? That didn't sound completely right either. He hated the titans and he wanted revenge but those things weren't the only things that he wanted to make pay for what had happened. Perhaps Raider was just fooling himself with all his excuses and this was just his way to punish himself. Yep, that sounded like something he might do.

Letting out a small sigh, Raider closed his eyes for a while as he continued. There was no harm in giving the female a vague idea what was really going through his head, right?

"And self-hatred I'd guess."

He wasn't really suicidal and he sure as hell wasn't going to jump into the mouth of the first titan he saw but perhaps deep down, he was just hoping that eventually, he'd at least exit this world like his brother. That would be justice.
 

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Claire was too off to see anyone. Day dreaming again. Her mind was always wondering off onto random topics, like what would it be like to be eaten by a Titan...or how to make a cannon small enough to be hand held. Stupid things as such, kept her from going insane, and it was comfortable and relaxing. But as everything always comes to an end. Her ears then tuned into another girl that had made her way next to Claire. "I don't really know...I'm just following along to whatever the rest of our class does, safer that way" she finished before looking to young lady "my name is Claire, nice to meet ya miss Jeanne" the red head said with a bright and contagious smile.​
 
Luke let out a bored yawn, listening to the man comment on his smell. He simply shrugged and kept his smile. "If the smell bothers you now, wait till you see a Titan and shit yourself. Or will you not notice the smell then?" It seemed a bit rude, but Luke was making a point. Don't worry about the smell because if they were fighting Titans, they wouldn't have time to bathe or even eat. He looked around the room, looking at all the girls the he could possibly flirt with to make embarrassed or get upset with him.

He spotted Clair across the room, sitting and talking with some other girl. "Hmmm..." He hummed as he got off the bench and walked over to her. He sill didn't care that he reeked of sweat and stopped in front of Claire. "What are you two doing over here alone? Seems....lonely"
 
The answer was more or less what she'd expected. Jeanne couldn't tell what time it was either, only that it was night and her body yearned for rest. "That's alright." She sat next to Claire and contemplated for a while. "Following isn't always so safe either. It's what got me here." She smiled weakly before freezing in place, seeing the red haired rebel from before make his way towards them. "I -we're- just talking." He reeked of sweat which made Jeanne self conscious about her own body. She knew they'd worked out a lot today but she had made sure to give herself a good wash. Again his don't give a damn attitude was something that intrigued Jeanne.The young Dufort shut her mouth and looked to Claire to see if she had anything to add.
 
"If the smell bothers you now, wait till you see a Titan and shit yourself. Or will you not notice the smell then?"

Joel had at that moment decided not only was Luke teeth-grindingly annoying, but also incredibly stupid. He couldn't even form a coherent reply for his ridiculous comment.

Luke spotted something and left the table. Joel watched him approach a pair of girls sitting in the corner of the table before turning back to his tray, drumming his fingers on the wood of the table.

"He's way too carefree for his own good," he muttered, sipping his water.
 

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Claire looked at the girl and shook her head with a laugh. "in this case, it is. unless you want to end up doing something that'll get you embarrassed or catch the attention of our captain." she finished. at the table there was a biscuit...caught Claire's eyes right away "ooooooo a biscuit" she said snatching it and taking a bite. that's when her eyes hit the red head from before "HEY, I know you" she said crumbs falling from her mouth "oops" she said wiping her lips. she then responded to his question "what are you doing over there...seems boring" she remarked with a giggle. after taking a breath, her nostrils was hit with a stench. "and you smell.....go clean your stinky butt..." she finished before pinching her nose.​
 
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"Good reasons. Both of them." What did Reyna fight for? Justice? Who deserved it? Anger? She had none. Fun? Killing isn't supposed to be a hobby. Truth? She couldn't even remember where she was born. In truth, she never wanted to fight. She could've said no to the military, but instead she had boarded that cart and allowed herself to be shipped off to hell. No. There were only a few things that kept her going these days, and those were food, water, and the designs. Oh! That reminds me. She reached into the satchel she'd managed to sneak into the mess hall, hauling out scraps and scrolls of paper. Unrolling a particularly large piece, she plucked out a piece of charcoal and began to smooth out sharp or rough edges on the picture, as well as write out notes on the image depicted. At the same time as she furiously scribbled, she said "At least you have motivations. I just wake up and survive." She promptly scratched out the entire page, crumpled it, and tossed it over her shoulder, hitting the red-head guy in the back of his head. She pulled out another one and began the same process over again. "Might I ask, why self-hate? It's a weak emotion, not at all efficient for what we're here for." This one looked promising. Straighten out propellers; oval for balloon, not circle; emergency propulsion... She stopped drawing and straightened abruptly, deep in thought, until her face brightened and she shouted "Gas! Of course!" She crouched over her page again.
 
Raider blinked at Reyna, slightly surprised. Good reasons? The male himself wasn't that convinced about that. He could think of a lot of better reasons for being here. Like, wanting to protect people. Or research. even revenge sounded better to him. Though on the other hand, the military was probably full of hypocrites using those as their excuses. At least his motives were honest even if they were stupid.

As Reyna dug out some papers from a satchel, he had failed to notice on her earlier, and started drawing and writing something in one of them with charcoal, Raider couldn't help feeling curious. However, when she seemed to be disappointed with her scribbles and tossed the crumbled paper away, he took a second to frown at her words, that didn't sound like the Reyna from earlier. Though it wasn't too surprising either, most likely almost everyone in that room had their own sob story and there were no true heroes who only wanted to protect those they care about, not in this world.

Overcome by his curiosity, Raider took a peek at what Reyna was up to as she took out another paper and started drawing on that one as well. The thing looked like some kind of a blueprint. Was she a designer or something? His focus returned back to the one wielding the charcoal from the drawing in progress as the female spoke again. That was a good question and she was pretty much right.

"Because it's what I have. And I need to make things right."

His hate was strong but what it was mostly aimed at made it weak and he couldn't change that. He would just have to go with what he had and not waste time by trying to change things or asking "what if"s. Raider was quite aware of the fact his answer wasn't exactly clear and probably just raised more questions but he wasn't exactly willing to start telling his whole life story to someone he just met so he jut stuck with his vague replies.

Raider couldn't help feeling slightly amused as Reyna seemed to have come up with an amazing idea and her face lit up as she got back to work. Gas? What on earth was she designing anyway? Remembering her words from just a while ago, Raider felt bad for being such a boring douche and he turned his gaze away before actually uttering anything else than short answers to her questions.

"Nothing wrong with surviving either."

It wasn't like he felt sorry for her or wanted to offer her comfort, she probably didn't even need it anyway. It was a fact. That's what people do, survive. Always have, always will. In the end, everyone was scared of dying and wanted to stay alive at least a minute longer when facing demise.
 
Finally deciding dinner was over, Joel picked up his tray and proceeded to throw away his food. He felt a little guilty wasting rationed food, but if it hadn't been for Luke's overwhelming smell then he wouldn't have lost what little of his appetite he had tonight. He wasn't even really hungry. The first day was just a lot to take in, even for him. Already he was starting to feel homesick. Speaking of home, he'll have to write a letter to his sister soon. Hopefully she's not too worried about him . . .

He maneuvered around the table in front of him as he walked towards the garbage. The girl Keith threw from today's greetings was there, and she was hunched over a large piece of paper, drawing something. There was a big oval in the middle, a strange contraption underneath it. Is this a like a silo? A house maybe? Weird, but it looked kind of cool.

"Whoa you're pretty good at drawing," he said, then pointed at the strange contraption the girl was sketching. "What is that?"
 
Hearing all the conversation going on around her, a light brown haired girl eats in silence. She listens to the various conversations of her peers. A red haired boy flirts with two girls; obviously butting into their conversation. The girls were talking to the guy, one drawing something, the other talking. She preferred to Finishing her plate, she pushed it in front of her. At another table, a kid walked from the garabe was admiring the girl drawing. Risa stands up, streches, and walks over the group clustered by the girl's drawing. "Boy with the red hair. Why act so carefree but then flirt with those two? Is it because you have nothing better to do than act like a lazy ass fool?" She questions the red haired boy a little too harshly, waiting for an answer.
 
"You do smell. You were supposed to wash outside, I don't think it is too late."
Before Luke could reply however, the trio were interrupted by a brunette girl who Jeanne hadn't seen before. Of course, she didn't expect to memorize everybody but she seemed like someone she should have remembered. She opened her mouth to respond before shutting it again. It wasn't her business, the other girl was directing her question at Luke. A few moments passed by however before Jeanne blurted out, "I don't think it's flirting. We're just talking." before going silent again. It felt good to get out of her shell for once.
 
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