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A IN'T A SCENE * IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text It had been two weeks since he had knelt in front of his mother's grave stone. It had been two weeks since he had last set foot outside of the training camp. Time seemed to meld together within the confines of the dorms and the lecture rooms. For once Levi barely paid attention to the classes he was forced to participate in; he sat at the back, arms crossed over his chest, mind spinning into the dark crevices of a horror filled mind. There was so much more to think about and a lot more to do then sit there and listen to lessons that were coming oh so very redundant. It seemed that they should have been nearing the end of all the theory side of fighting. Everything they went through now was deeper, picking at the nitty gritty side of the fighting techniques, trying to get them to understand the exact physics behind the maneuver gear. They said it would help. And, surprisingly, Levi believed that. He'd taken a lot of interest in the way they spoke about it. The physics behind it was remarkable, and after a few short hours he had understood it almost completely. By now he had also come to understand why it was so important and useful. Some of the other trainees just let it fly over their heads, but Levi found by understanding and then applying what he was being taught he could further his skill with the gear. Hanji was almost as good with the mechanics of it all, she was second best to him, and Levi found himself always in an odd position of having to outdo her. It wasn't simply something that just flew over his head. He physically needed to see himself do better than she did. His competitive nature was beginning to show its face beneath his mask of calmness. Normally in such classes like the one he sat in now he would at least try to attempt to look attentive. But now he was slumped forwards, hands played across his cheeks, eyes being held open only by will. If there was one thing Levi could handle less than uncleanliness it was boredom. He had to be doing something, whether it was cleaning, repairing his maneuver gear or actually listening to an informative lesson it didn't matter. It just had to keep him entertained, and prevent him from falling asleep. The girl who had taken it upon herself to sit beside him in every class did not have as much will-power as he did. She lay slumped forward head on the desk, breathing even. She looked like she was about to start snoring. Hanji wasn't the only one asleep, but thankfully the teacher they had today was not one of the far stricter ones. He was, in fact, an older man, too old to be performing with the gear and almost old enough to be in retirement. He wore glasses, and half the time they sat in his forehead – Levi was positive it was why he couldn't tell half the glass was asleep, he simply couldn't see it. If Levi were in any other group he wouldn't have even hesitated to call the man out on his lack of skill, before demeaning him greatly. Before shoving him out of the room, which would have been a good sight for everyone to see, but then it would have severe consequences, notions that he was not yet ready to deal with. He needed more time. He had no time to waste for useless things and this man was very much a waste of his time. As the hour and a half drew to an end Levi looked towards the still sleeping figure of Hanji. Scowling he shoved her roughly. She let out a squeal, the shock sending her slipping from her chair and landing on the floor with a cry. The entire class looked up towards Levi, and for once Levi found his cheeks brushing with a small touch of redness. It disappeared within a matter of seconds, his eyes darkening. "What the fuck are you all looking at?" He snapped, tone dripping with unwelcome venom. The class had enough brains to turn their attention back to the teacher. Their silly teacher seemed to have only paused for a few seconds before continuing the end of his lesson. Levi finally drew his cold gaze down to Hanji who had finally woken up enough to realise what had happened. She glared at Levi, a look it seemed only she would ever get away with. Anyone else would have been punched in the face, before swiftly being warned that if they did that again they wouldn't have any eyes. Sighing he turned his attention away from her continuous glare, but Hanji was not done with him yet. made by ayu of btn

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It had been two weeks since he had knelt in front of his mother's grave stone. It had been two weeks since he had last set foot outside of the training camp. Time seemed to meld together within the confines of the dorms and the lecture rooms. For once Levi barely paid attention to the classes he was forced to participate in; he sat at the back, arms crossed over his chest, mind spinning into the dark crevices of a horror filled mind. There was so much more to think about and a lot more to do then sit there and listen to lessons that were coming oh so very redundant. It seemed that they should have been nearing the end of all the theory side of fighting. Everything they went through now was deeper, picking at the nitty gritty side of the fighting techniques, trying to get them to understand the exact physics behind the maneuver gear. They said it would help. And, surprisingly, Levi believed that. He'd taken a lot of interest in the way they spoke about it. The physics behind it was remarkable, and after a few short hours he had understood it almost completely. By now he had also come to understand why it was so important and useful. Some of the other trainees just let it fly over their heads, but Levi found by understanding and then applying what he was being taught he could further his skill with the gear. Hanji was almost as good with the mechanics of it all, she was second best to him, and Levi found himself always in an odd position of having to outdo her. It wasn't simply something that just flew over his head. He physically needed to see himself do better than she did. His competitive nature was beginning to show its face beneath his mask of calmness. Normally in such classes like the one he sat in now he would at least try to attempt to look attentive. But now he was slumped forwards, hands played across his cheeks, eyes being held open only by will. If there was one thing Levi could handle less than uncleanliness it was boredom. He had to be doing something, whether it was cleaning, repairing his maneuver gear or actually listening to an informative lesson it didn't matter. It just had to keep him entertained, and prevent him from falling asleep. The girl who had taken it upon herself to sit beside him in every class did not have as much will-power as he did. She lay slumped forward head on the desk, breathing even. She looked like she was about to start snoring. Hanji wasn't the only one asleep, but thankfully the teacher they had today was not one of the far stricter ones. He was, in fact, an older man, too old to be performing with the gear and almost old enough to be in retirement. He wore glasses, and half the time they sat in his forehead – Levi was positive it was why he couldn't tell half the glass was asleep, he simply couldn't see it. If Levi were in any other group he wouldn't have even hesitated to call the man out on his lack of skill, before demeaning him greatly. Before shoving him out of the room, which would have been a good sight for everyone to see, but then it would have severe consequences, notions that he was not yet ready to deal with. He needed more time. He had no time to waste for useless things and this man was very much a waste of his time. As the hour and a half drew to an end Levi looked towards the still sleeping figure of Hanji. Scowling he shoved her roughly. She let out a squeal, the shock sending her slipping from her chair and landing on the floor with a cry. The entire class looked up towards Levi, and for once Levi found his cheeks brushing with a small touch of redness. It disappeared within a matter of seconds, his eyes darkening. "What the fuck are you all looking at?" He snapped, tone dripping with unwelcome venom. The class had enough brains to turn their attention back to the teacher. Their silly teacher seemed to have only paused for a few seconds before continuing the end of his lesson. Levi finally drew his cold gaze down to Hanji who had finally woken up enough to realise what had happened. She glared at Levi, a look it seemed only she would ever get away with. Anyone else would have been punched in the face, before swiftly being warned that if they did that again they wouldn't have any eyes. Sighing he turned his attention away from her continuous glare, but Hanji was not done with him yet. made by prism of btn and ls~

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[Cass]

PATCH GREY

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