The Blue Line monoral was zooming through the landscape and the different districts of Zootopia, and with it a number of police cadets. Among those was a curious, ecstatic little fox...and a second one, a couple of seats away, who was actually rather unexcited. Unconscious even. Liza had been so anxious about this day that she didn't get any sleep the night before her departure, but as soon as she sat down in her comfy monorail seat, she immediately drifted off into a dreamless nap. This way she missed 100% of the beautiful and ever-changing scenery around her. She looked almost dead in her seat, completely motionless and only swaying back and forth when the monorail had to make turns.
The female fox darted awake when the voice notification sounded through the train. For a full second she panicked, fully assuming that she had misser her stop, but when she saw familiar faces all around she quickly calmed down. These faces, as familiar they had grown over the last weeks, belonged to strangers. During the entire academy training process, she had only ever considered the others as competition. They were pitted against each other on a daily basis, and only the strongest, fastest and smartest were allowed to pass - it was difficult to consider your fellow cadets as anything other than another hurdle to overcome on the long and slopy marathon that was academy training. But now, all of a sudden, this would change. She had spent all of her power to best these people, as with the others who hadn't passed, and now she would have to consider them friends, colleagues, some of them would even be her team. It was an odd system and the notion felt uncomfortable to her, but it would eventually be made to fit, over time. Hopefully.
Liza was one of the first who emerged from the monorail, eager to arrive at her new job, her new life... only to face more public transportation hassle. But less than ten minutes later, that vigor of hers flared back up when she faced the great application-reading panther and did her very best to look more professional and less nervous than those who came after her. She assumed the dismissive attitude of Onyx to be the same kind of intimidation technique they had subjected her in the Academy before - just another means to sort the wheat from the chaff. The fox responded to it with even greater vigor, shouting a hearty "Sir yes sir!" at the bigger predator before moving over to the armored vehicle and strapping in as instructed. She was surprised that the only other fox she had seen since the monorail was apparently on her team as well, but it was not the bad kind of surprise, and she deliberately chose the seat next to him.
The female fox darted awake when the voice notification sounded through the train. For a full second she panicked, fully assuming that she had misser her stop, but when she saw familiar faces all around she quickly calmed down. These faces, as familiar they had grown over the last weeks, belonged to strangers. During the entire academy training process, she had only ever considered the others as competition. They were pitted against each other on a daily basis, and only the strongest, fastest and smartest were allowed to pass - it was difficult to consider your fellow cadets as anything other than another hurdle to overcome on the long and slopy marathon that was academy training. But now, all of a sudden, this would change. She had spent all of her power to best these people, as with the others who hadn't passed, and now she would have to consider them friends, colleagues, some of them would even be her team. It was an odd system and the notion felt uncomfortable to her, but it would eventually be made to fit, over time. Hopefully.
Liza was one of the first who emerged from the monorail, eager to arrive at her new job, her new life... only to face more public transportation hassle. But less than ten minutes later, that vigor of hers flared back up when she faced the great application-reading panther and did her very best to look more professional and less nervous than those who came after her. She assumed the dismissive attitude of Onyx to be the same kind of intimidation technique they had subjected her in the Academy before - just another means to sort the wheat from the chaff. The fox responded to it with even greater vigor, shouting a hearty "Sir yes sir!" at the bigger predator before moving over to the armored vehicle and strapping in as instructed. She was surprised that the only other fox she had seen since the monorail was apparently on her team as well, but it was not the bad kind of surprise, and she deliberately chose the seat next to him.
