To the average onlooker, the young woman sitting in the chair awaiting her interview partner looked calm. Collected. With her perfect posture and her hands folded neatly in her lap, yet the thin line of her mouth betrays her anxiety.
She had little worry about being able to meet the physical demands that were required of a good cadet, but Drift Compatibility was another matter entirely. Aside from a select few, Mikasa wasn't exactly quick to make friends and rarely opened up to others. But she couldn't let that get in her way. What a joke, to get turned away from the academy because she had trouble connecting with others.
It's not off to a warm and endearing start, though, and she only offers her partner a small nod in greeting as they sit down across from her before turning her attention to the sheet of sample questions and clearing her throat, "What's your least favorite color?"
So much for introductions.
( Scenario 2 )
She'd only just cut her hair for the convenience of it (and because a certain someone suggested it), but it's hard not to be grateful when she's waiting to file onto the bus waiting to take them to the Shatterdome in the blistering hot weather of Chile.
It doesn't stop her from wearing her signature red scarf, though it's only loosely looped around her neck. She's just about to climb onto the first step of the bus when a strong gust of wind picks up the scrap of fabric and carries it off- and directly into the face of a poor soul farther back in line.
( Scenario 2 part 2 )
It turns out stepping out of line to retrieve your scarf is a good way to end up at the back, and with a poor choice in seats left to choose from. There's a handful in the front, but her sights are set for the back of the bus, where a certain fellow recruit by the name of Jaeger was seated by the window.
He'd yell at her if he knew her criteria for seating, but it didn't stop her from approaching one of the last half-empty bench seats in the back. Maybe the person sitting there already was saving it for someone else, or were just hoping to get a bench all to themselves but they'll soon find themselves with company.
"Is this seat taken?" It's more a formality than anything because she's not waiting for a yes before sliding into the seat next to them.
Mikasa Ackerman | Attack on Titan
To the average onlooker, the young woman sitting in the chair awaiting her interview partner looked calm. Collected. With her perfect posture and her hands folded neatly in her lap, yet the thin line of her mouth betrays her anxiety.
She had little worry about being able to meet the physical demands that were required of a good cadet, but Drift Compatibility was another matter entirely. Aside from a select few, Mikasa wasn't exactly quick to make friends and rarely opened up to others. But she couldn't let that get in her way. What a joke, to get turned away from the academy because she had trouble connecting with others.
It's not off to a warm and endearing start, though, and she only offers her partner a small nod in greeting as they sit down across from her before turning her attention to the sheet of sample questions and clearing her throat, "What's your least favorite color?"
So much for introductions.
( Scenario 2 )
She'd only just cut her hair for the convenience of it (and because a certain someone suggested it), but it's hard not to be grateful when she's waiting to file onto the bus waiting to take them to the Shatterdome in the blistering hot weather of Chile.
It doesn't stop her from wearing her signature red scarf, though it's only loosely looped around her neck. She's just about to climb onto the first step of the bus when a strong gust of wind picks up the scrap of fabric and carries it off- and directly into the face of a poor soul farther back in line.
( Scenario 2 part 2 )
It turns out stepping out of line to retrieve your scarf is a good way to end up at the back, and with a poor choice in seats left to choose from. There's a handful in the front, but her sights are set for the back of the bus, where a certain fellow recruit by the name of Jaeger was seated by the window.
He'd yell at her if he knew her criteria for seating, but it didn't stop her from approaching one of the last half-empty bench seats in the back. Maybe the person sitting there already was saving it for someone else, or were just hoping to get a bench all to themselves but they'll soon find themselves with company.
"Is this seat taken?" It's more a formality than anything because she's not waiting for a yes before sliding into the seat next to them.