Elliot took a small breath once outside and gently placed a hand over her beating heart, she couldn't believe she had just done that. 'Well, I should probably go find Sasha,' the young girl thought to herself and began her look for her new friend, also known as potato girl now. She thankfully found Sasha a few minutes later scarfing down some food with a pretty blonde girl. Elliot grinned before approaching them and kneeling down beside them, Sasha gave an off handed wave as if acknowledging her presence but, not really caring. "Hey, I told you not to steal that potato," Elliot said playfully glaring at her friend before turning her red gaze over toward the blond girl. "Hi there, I'm El-," she started to say but, was interrupted as her friend passed out in the woman's lap. "Hey, Hey Sasha! You can't just pass out on someone like that!" Elliot yelled out and gently shook the brown haired girl. She was stopped though when a gentle hand grabbed her wrist. "No, it's alright, I don't mind," the other woman spoke looking over the two of them slowly. Elliot nodded her head and quickly released her friend, now holding out her hand toward the blond woman. "I'm Elliot Falkenrath," she said happily as the young woman grabbed her hand and gently shook giving her own name in return. Just as they released hands another girl came onto the scene asking what they were up to. Elliot starred at the taller woman for a while as she exchanged words with Christa…the woman was harsh. Elliot could do nothing but, send violent glares toward the taller woman that is until she reached down and picked Sasha up. The woman still had a few harsh words, but for some reason Elliot couldn't help but, wonder if she was actually kinder than she wanted people to believe. A smile tugged at her lips as she quickly introduced herself to the taller woman. "Ymir," the woman responded and watched as Elliot stood up. None of them knew it now, but soon enough these four would become the best of friends.
Elliot followed the others girl to their bunker, a light smile pulling on her lips as she listened to the other girls speak. They soon arrived to their destination and entered into the room, a bunch of other female cadets already in the area either talking or sleeping. "Let's set her down over here Ymir," Elliot said patting an empty bed and then pointing to the one above it. "I'll claim that one," she said happily and then gestured to another bunk nearby. "You can Christa can sleep there! Then we can all be close!" Elliot said happily watching as Ymir set Sasha down into the bed, sighing lightly at the care free attitude of Elliot. "Whatever," Ymir stated but, still took the bottom bunk and watched as Christa climbed to the top. The three of them chatted together or more so Christa chatted a lot, while Ymir and Elliot listened. Elliot took notice to the fact that Ymir didn't seem like someone who was one to talk too much. They spent the time together like this until it was lights out.
The next morning, they were up bright and early, Elliot groaned a bit as she had a pillow thrown at her face. Not the most gentle morning wake up, had to be Ymir or Sasha, but she could still hear Sasha snoring below her…had to be Ymir then. "Ymir, just five more minutes," Elliot said now cuddling with the pillow. "I'm not Ymir. She went out with Christa a bit ago," the feminine voice spoke up….yep, defiantly wasn't Ymir. Elliot shot up and looked over toward the owner of the voice. It was a dark haired woman, beautiful in her own right, but she had such a stoic expression on her face. "Damn it those two…," Elliot muttered and climbed out of her bed, she was barely paying attention as the woman mentioned how the two girl tried to wake her and potato girl up. Elliot starred down at her sleeping friend before grinning wickedly as the other woman left the room. Elliot placed her index finger into her mouth before quickly taking said finger and shoving it into Sasha's ear yelling at her to wake up. The woman's eyes shot open and Elliot was soon met with a swift punch to her arm, Sasha yelling at her about how gross that was. "We're going to be late, no time for revenge!" Elliot said laughing while quickly trying to get ready with an angry Sasha. The two girls barely made in time for breakfast, they were just thankful Christa and Ymir saved them a spot at the table. Christa laughed a bit at them as they scarfed down their food while arguing a bit with each other, Sasha still clearly upset with the wet-willy she received as a wakeup call. Ymir had a slightly disgusted look on her face and it was hard to tell if it was from the idea of having saliva in your ear, the two girl talking with their mouths full, or the mess that they actually made of their foods.
It wasn't long after breakfast that Elliot found herself standing with a group of her peers, outside in the heat, with a yelling instructor. Elliot frowned a bit as the man went on about the aptitude testing but, her frown only grew when he mentioned going to the fields if they couldn't pass this. When it was Elliot's time to go up, she gulped looking over the strange contraption. She had been told about this by her brother and real father, she knew what to do, but still the panic in her chest was rising. She nearly jumped out of her shoes though when a large hand gently gripped onto her shoulder. "Damn it Ymir, you scared the-," she started turning around and expecting the taller female but, she was instead met with the freckled boy she had met yesterday. "O-Oh Marco…H-Hi," she said nervously and almost immediately her cheeks lit up pink, the embarrassing scene from yesterday coming back to mind. "Want some help?" he asked, watching the white haired female as she nodded her. "Thanks," she muttered softly as she strapped herself into the gear, double checking to make sure everything was right. "Alright, I'm ready Marco," she said giving a slight thumbs up to the boy behind her who then proceeded to lift her up. She wobbled for quite a while trying hard to find a position to stay in. She took a peak over at Sasha who seemed to have gotten it almost immediately, slowly Elliot tried to mimic her pose a bit and soon after she had figured it out. She stood still easily, not moving a muscle, gently swaying back and forth, this was kind of like floating...it was nice. "Good job cadet Falkenrath, you pass!" she heard a booming voice over the crowd, she slowly gave a thumbs up toward Sasha, but almost in that exact moment Marco came into her view, coming from behind her, a smile on his lips. Elliot turned bright red at the sudden closeness and let out a girlish shriek before pushing back, effectively pushing herself upside down. The young woman's cheeks stained red as she heard the fit of laughter's from behind her, she had passed but, she had still somehow ended up upside down like Eren. She dared a glance over toward the blue eyed male, sympathy washing over her face…she hoped that he would be alright because she understood a bit from where he came from, wanting to kill all the titans.
Elliot was slowly let down soon enough, a large hand pressed against her back side and a masculine voice asking if she was alright. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said blushing a bit as she looked up to meet the gentle eyes of Marco. "Who's the girl, Marco?" came yet another masculine voice from the other side of Elliot. She slowly looked up to meet the eyes of the man who had started a fight with Eren on the first day here. "Oh Jean, this is Elliot. I met her on the first day," Marco said, hand still gently pressed against the back side of Elliot and it was becoming harder and harder for her not to pretend it wasn't there. She fidgeted a bit under Jean's gaze before the man broke out laughing at the two of them. "Well, you defiantly have a unique taste in girls," he said still laughing a bit at the two of them, especially when they both turned a bright red color. "W-We're not…I mean, I'm not-," Marco started, trying to form some kind of argument with Jean, but he was quickly shot down when Jean motioned to the hand that was still pressed nicely against Elliot's back. Marco only turned a brighter shade of red, if that were even possible and quickly removed his hand from Elliot. "I'm sorry, I hadn't realized," he said softly eyes turning away from Elliot in an embarrassed fashion. "It's okay. I-I didn't mind," she spoke before a light squeak escaped her lips when she felt a set of arms wrap around her neck and someone press their weight on her backside. "Of course she doesn't mind, she was talking about Freckles over here all night last night," came the lovely voice of her good friend Sasha. Elliot's eyes bugged out of her head when she heard that statement, eyes dashing between a horse that was trying to hold back his laughter and a freckled boy with eyes as big and surprised as her own were. She tried to run from her spot, but found that to be quite impossible with the weight that Sasha was applying to her back. "I-I…um…," Elliot tried to form some kind of sentence, but nothing came to mind, her brain had literally fried itself…she couldn't even form a proper threat for Sasha at this given moment.