[ open ] Welcome to Chile, Cadets.

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Characters: ALL.
Location: Valparaíso Shatterdome, Chile.
Date/Time: February 15th-28th.
Summary: The first shipment of recruits into the new Jaeger Academy program arrive. Some are staggered throughout the month, but they all have the same basic greeting. Here you are, there's where you sleep, here's what you wear, get going.
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The Shatterdome didn't look futuristic, swatches of metal and concrete transforming a portion of the harbor into five enormous bays. Nevermind that only two were currently in use. The stark greys stand out against the colorful face of the city, a hulking monolith that's been carved into the face of the city that had once upon a century been termed the Jewel of the Pacific.

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Re: FREEDOM? | OPEN TO ALL THE SHATTERDOME

[protagerrant]

While everyone else milled around base, getting the lay of the land, Yuri had one specific mission. As soon as the cadets had been cut lose, he'd headed back to the barracks to change into PT clothes, then made for his best guess as to wear they'd be holding the PT sessions. Unsurprisingly, it wasn't hard to find; the base's design wasn't dissimilar to Alaska.

A lot of his fellow cadets would probably think he was nuts for voluntarily going for a run--they'd be forced into doing it plenty, in the days to come--but a nice, relaxing run, probably the last he'd get without instructors hollering and blowing whistles at him, sounded like just the thing to him, especially after being cooped up so long on the plane and in the bus. Should he be getting social with his fellow cadets instead? Probably, but they'd all get a lot closer than anybody wanted in the next few months, living and training together. Might as well shoot for peace and quiet while he could get it.

He did, however, make for an odd sight moving through base, or later, as the lone figure stretching at the start line of the track, or even later, trudging back to the barracks covered in sweat.

[inferiorcomplexes]

"Trying to get a headstart, aren't you?" Despite the challenging tone, Franziska just stands besides the track. She's still dressed in the blohse and slacks she came in the Shatterdome with. She wants to relish her last moments in something fashionable while it lasts.

Doesn't mean she wasn't going to explore the area on her own, despite the possibility of her clothes getting dirty, which is why she's here right now.

[protagerrant]

He looks over at her in the middle of stretching a hamstring, sussing her out. Nice threads, haughty tone: Probably a rich kid. "Not exactly," he says, casually switching to the other hamstring. He cocks an eyebrow at her. "Why, you want to race?"

[inferiorcomplexes]

She looks down at her own clothes and cocks an eyebrow back at him. Seriously? With these clothes? Maybe she'd race a horse, but a foot race was out of the question. Maybe.

"I think I'll let you have this headstart," she says with a dismissive wave of her hand while not leaving the side of the track at all. She'll stay to watch if not challenged.

[protagerrant]

He catches the look, and hikes his own eyebrow a little higher. Rich kid doesn't want to get her clothes sweaty? Surprise, surprise. Well, she was going to have to get used to it. "Thanks," he drawled. "I appreciate it."

He waited a beat for her to leave, and when she didn't, he sighed to himself and got into a starting position. So much for a nice, relaxing run, but he wasn't going to tip her off that it annoyed himself.

His pace stays at little faster than a jog and it's clear that even after nearly ten minutes of unceasing movement he's not even close to winded. But he stops anyway, crossing his arms with a an exasperated scowl. "Are you really going to stand there the whole time? Because honestly, it's a little creepy."

[inferiorcomplexes]

There's an unladylike snort in response to that sarcastic drawl. Her eyes never left him as he ran, so he had all the reason to complain. Even if she believed that his reason is petty.

"We were being watched since we got here. The world's eyes will be on us when we graduate. And you're going to stop for just one person?" She smirks. "Should I be flattered? Because I'm not."

[protagerrant]

"Really, I couldn't tell through that smug look of superiority." Wow, this one was a real treat. "I don't know about you, but don't plan on letting the world check me out in my gym shorts. The ranger suit's a little less reveling."

In truth, Yuri wasn't bashful in the slightest, but being watched like that made him feel a little bit like she was in the market for a new pony. He half-expected her to walk over and start checking his teeth.

[inferiorcomplexes]

Well, soooooorry for being born superior to everyone else. "Right, because you're a real treat in those gym shorts." You know who's a real treat in gym shorts? Franziska von Bootykarma, that's who.