"Ah. I see. You have some innocent little jokes you want to tell us huh?" Keith smiled. Then he leaned over her ominously, the dark circles under his eyes only getting darker. "I bet if you could tell the people who died not taking this training seriously they'd certaintly fucking laugh too!!!"

His shout ricocheted off the walls of the surrounding camp, and feeling he had snapped some reality into the kid he moved on. He walked the rows of children, his beady eyes scrutinizing every single one of them. Then he found one who's eyes appeared to be lost in the clouds.
"Well lookie' here, another kid with blue hair that likes to make a mockery of my regiment." He leaned down, his nose wrinkled in disgust. "How about it? You brothers to the kid I just sent running 95 laps for?" His eyes narrowed further. "So 'Dreamer,' Why do you wanna join the military?"
(Silas Que)

While Silas was in his dream world he could hear a loud noise, probably coming from reality, not that he bothered. It was probably the old man getting mad at someone again. However shortly afterwards he felt a presence near him, the old man was now standing in front of him. When he got back to reality he only heard him say "Why do you wanna join the military?"

Silas was silent for a few seconds, looking at the old man as if he was crazy. "I want to see what is beyond these walls, and explore it." he said passionate. "A dream that only can be accomplished if all of the Titans have been killed... yes... that is why I want to join." he didn't even look the old man directly in his eyes but stared off in the distance of the skies, as if he could see himself exploring beyond the walls without any Titan that would attack him.

Keiths eyes darkened and he delivered a jab to the kids stomach hard.
"Listen up 'Dreamer,' You better hook onto reality reeeeally fucking fast or you'll be the first to get eaten. Dreams are nothing without the skill to obtain them!"
The Beady eyes of the Drill instructor fell on the boy whom had yawned and scratched at his back. "S'amatter punk? Tired? State your name and where you from."
(Aleks que)

Aleks stood firm and he saw the old man coming for him, he must have noticed the yawn. Then he started asking if he was tired. Him of all people asks if I'm tired. The rings around this guys eyes meant he either hadn’t slept in years or he’s gotten into his mom’s makeup collection and didn’t know how much eye makeup was too much. Aleks thought to himself. Despite this he gave a ready answer, still a nervous about messing it up.

“I am Aleks Gurav from a small town outside of the Hermiha District, and yourself sir?” Why had he added that last part? He was trying to be polite and he was nervous but now was not the time to be asking questions of his own. He could only hope it wouldn’t result in anything major for himself, but after seeing him send off the other one to run all those laps he was definitely expecting the worst.

"That's none of your business maggot!" He spat into Aleks' face, leaning over him. Satisfied, he left the side of the boy and moved to the front again. He knew there were several others he wanted to bug, including the pip squeak who begged to join the military and the tall woman in the crowd wearing foolish looking cross like earrings, but he had kids faint in the heat on him before and had no incline to dismiss potential scouts this time. Afterall, they needed as many people to fight the Titans as possible.
"You all have been assigned to bunks in separate barracks! You are hereby dismissed to find your bunk and take care of what meager belongings you have brought with you!"

With that several of the new bloods sighed in relief and trudged towards the barracks to speak amongst themselves. Included was Ava who slumped low to the ground and let out a long sigh. Sweat dripped from her forehead already and she felt lousy in this heat. She dreamed of being back home with her little sister; who was quite good at cooking and made the best meals for Ava. She sighed, drooling a little. Oi, how hungry she was...

Keith Shadis however wasn't completely done. He walked to the twelve year old and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I need to speak with you in my office."
(Cinderella man que)

Cesare ran past, 1 lap down, and now everyone was going inside. Great.

[filler post's are the best posts]