#captainshawty

This hellish regiment is her day to day life, but on weekends switch 'school' with 'work'. She's so used to it now that her bodily functions is on auto the moment she opens her eyes. This is probably her everyday life ever since she graduated from high school. Until of course, she gets a full time job, but how much will that change?

Wednesday is the day where it's not quite there yet. Just two more days until she can wake a bit more later, Unfortunately, it is raining worse than yesterday, so she had to run to the subway before the rain fully drenches her. Thankfully, the entrance to the subway is close to her rented apartment.

People both wet and mostly dry crowds the area, and a thrumming murmur could be heard around her as she pushes her way through. Gripping her side slung bag tightly by the straps, the college female pauses as she felt something within her chest. Oh no.. She thought, horrified as the realization came through. Immediately, she looks around, and for a moment couldn't see anything as her legs carries her somewhere.

Then, she sees him.

This man is short as hell, with a strange undercut which begs a raised eyebrow, and also...how old is he? He does not seem to be her age, but he isn't also her dad's age either. Perhaps something in between..but why him?

"Mister, don't tell me..." Yue's voice suddenly cracks as she walks near him, ignoring the passing people as the light upon her chest grows stronger and stronger. 

"This isn't even my goddamn jacket...Jean what the fuck!" He swore, as said asshole walked briskly past him, laughing his merry way through and out the exit for the male locker room. 

Clearly, the fucker had thought it'd be funny to switch his usual size for the women's cut. His arms could barely fit through and he was almost late as it was to the role call. No time to change, no time to look for another substitute. He'd get disciplined for certain...and it was all that smug bastards fault! 

"Goddamnit, zip up already." He finally managed to drag the zipper up to his adams apple and stretched his arms out to test for his approximate dexterity in the material. 

"At least I can lift my arms up, I'll ask Marco if he has a spare during recreation." He muttered to himself. 

He scanned the hallway for any superior officers who might be patrolling about looking for less than punctual deviants. 

That's me. 

Seeing no one he marched swiftly to the briefing room and tried to quietly maneuver himself into place next to Armin, who shifted to make room upon seeing him. But they weren't quick enough...

"A330 JAEGER!" 

Eren groaned quietly and stood up to execute a desperate salute. 

"Present, sir." He iterated. 

"You have an assigned today, retrieved 7/30/23 at 0900 HR. Elemental, Enhanced Strength, Caucasian, Male, Level 5, Priority 5." He listed off the chart, pausing only before the last two categorizations. 

Rightly so, the intake of breath was nearly simultaneous between every being in the room. Eren could hear the restrained whispers behind him.

"Sir, mutual level and prioritization at such an elevated degree? With no prior evaluation? Shouldn't this be a case for the Trial sector?" Eren questioned partially stunned. 

"No, he's bring processed directly to be Proselytized." Proselytized without a proper Purge? Without the Trial sector to evaluate and concur on the appropriate penalty...it was all extraordinarily rash. 

"The Doxy agreed to this?" He was pushing it, and he knew it...but why were the regulations being thrown out the window? 

"For D225 Ackerman, Levi they had very little choice." 

    But now, her skin stung at the force of the other's hand. Fingers moved     to graze it gently, her breathing becoming short. Bile was pooling up     inside of her stomach, threatening to choke her, and at that moment,     she almost wished it would. If only she could disappear into the walls.

    Petra took a few reluctant steps back, afraid that we would hit her again.     She wanted to apologize, but the words would not come out. She was     far too shaken to even truly comprehend what had happened. His     apology run in her ears, but she couldn't hear it. There was only the     sound of his slap replaying in her mind. Only his question.

                                                                                         What have you done?

    Taking a deep breath, she shook her head. What had she done? How     had she forced him to react in such a way? Clenching her teeth tight,     Petra tried to push the thought away.