Meet the teacher (Eren)

[Liam Dalton]

A laminated yellow folder sat open on the table top - it's contents spread out in an disorganized mess as a pair of sapphire-blue-hues scanned the pages. Each time his eyes fell upon a piece of paper, his eyes slowly shifted back and forth, left to right, as they carefully studied each description given about the student, Kia Locke. However, after ten minutes of intense studying, Liam couldn't bring himself to focus. His gaze constantly shifting away from the file, and looking at literally everything else. After another five minutes of mindlessly avoiding his responsibilities, the dual-colored-haired boy let out a defeated sigh before quickly put the file back together, and sliding it to the corner of the table. 

Kia Locke; she was one of the younger students that inhabited Ashford, and to have already been made into a Prefect. The Government must have seen something in her. It was a little unsettling for the young man. The idea of children being made into essentially a police force, one that primarily worked as SWAT. Of course Liam hadn't known this when Felicia had asked him to help train new recruits. Not that he would have declined either way. He knew there were some younger Prefects, but having one being assigned to his team made it a little bit closer to home.

At least this way he'd be able to keep an eye on her, as well as the other two. A small smile graced his lips as he thought about how he was now a teacher, a mentor. Never before had he seen himself in such a position, but now that he was here, he felt right. "You'll fail." A voice taunted him from his subconscious. Liam's body froze, and his breathing slowed as the voice teased him. "Liam! Hey Liam!" It called out to him, but the Prefect ignored it. He just had to pretend that it didn't exist, and it would go away eventually, just like it always did. Although, it had taken longer these past couple of days. "Look at me!" The voice screamed at the top of it's nonexistent lungs, causing Liam to actually physically jump. He almost acknowledged the voice, but he was snapped out of his subconscious by the sound of the door slamming shut. 

Blinking his eyes a few times, he quickly regained his composer, and looked up. "Good afternoon Kia."

[Kia Locke]

Kia Locke

"Dancing bears, painted wings,"

Kia was just outside of the door, taking a deep breath. Just behind this door would be her trainer, Liam. She didn't really know much about him, but she couldn't help but want to jump at the opportunity to train with him the second she saw his poster. Something compelled her to come forth and contact him about the chance to train. It just so happened that she saw this after the tournament, where she had lost her match. It sure brought her spirits down whenever she thought of the match, but what else would she expect? A little girl like her versing a grown teenage boy and winning? It just seemed highly unlikely, and what really mad her feel down was the fact that she thought she even had the chance to win. Her confidence shaken, the poster conveniently was placed there, calling for her. If Kia wasn't skeptical about it, she would have called it fate.

It broke her heart slightly that she had to leave Mama to go through this plan, but she had no chance. That battle really showed her how this school was, and that was a watched battle, where there was no chance of her dying. Out here, out of the government's eye, there's a very high percentage rate that Kia would die. She couldn't leave MaKayla behind like that, so it was only natural for her to want to be stronger - to be independent and something that her roommate could be proud of. It was selfish for her to think like this, sure, but Kia didn't really care. This was all for her Mama; if she was dead weight, it would only make things worse for the one who cared for and treated her like a child. To be honest, Kia didn't want to be considered a kid anymore, so this major decision was like her rebellious nature coming out. She wanted to be considered a grown women, and this was the only thing she could do as a first step.

So far, it terrified her out of her mind. How would the future look now that she would learn how to defend for herself? Would she no longer be able to depend on others, now that she had no excuse? She had to take a deep breath, putting on a big smile for show. First impressions mattered, and she wasn't going to let Liam know of her doubts of as now. For now, she would hold in her worries until she found the answer to these questions first. Putting up her defense, she opened the door and bounced in. She bowed as he greeted her before answering back to him with a high-pitched chirp, "Afternoon, Mr. Dalton! How have you been today? It seems so sunny and bright outside, don't you think? It's like today was meant to be a great day!" She flashed him a smile, keeping her hands behind her back as her thumbs began to twiddle.

"Things I almost remember."

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[Liam Dalton]

The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.


The taunts of the voice echoed within the young man's mind. Adding a level of stress that his anxiety certainly didn't need, and as a result his hands wouldn't stop shaking. "I've been feeling fine. Thank you for asking." A warm smile spread across the Prefect's lips as he extended a hand for the girl to shake. Using every ounce of control he had to momentarily cease his trembling. "And if I may return the question - how are on this sunny day?" Keep the conversation flowing. Make it as casual, and laid back as possible. It was a basic technique for introductions. And more often than not, it proved to be highly effective. It helped lower tensions between the parties involved, got all the necessary small talk out of the way, and probably most importantly, it kept one's mind off their inner turmoil. It was nice little distraction for Liam while he could make a foundation for their relationship to build off of. 

"Anyway, I wanted to thank you for responding to the ad." He tone was gentle, and kind as he spoke. with his dimples showing as he smiled. Which opened just enough to allow his pearl whites to show through his thin lips. Once introductions had been finished, Liam pulled his hand away from the younger girl's, and gestured towards the sitting area. "Now I've been going through the basics in your file." Setting himself in the chair opposite of the couch, he reached over, and slide two of the yellow folders over to her. His own file being underneath her's as a sigh of good faith. His eyes lingered there for a few seconds. Inside of those pages were weaknesses, histories, etc etc. He'd be lying if a part of him wondered if sharing such information was a good idea. 

After he reassured himself once more, Liam looked up from the table, and turned his gaze toward the petite lass. "But I would much rather hear your story from yourself." Reaching over, he pulled two water bottle from his bag, and offered one towards the girl. "You only have to share what your comfortable with. No pressure." He said with a reassuring smile. 

[Kia Locke]

Kia Locke

"And a song someone sings,"

She smiled, giving a eager nod as she shook his hand with a firm grip. "Seems like everything's been going alright. I haven't died yet, have I?" Kia joked around, though at this school this was not a laughing matter. In truth, Kia just hoped to lighten up the mood. It was something she was naturally good at - her childlike endeavors bringing laughter in most places she went to. Not only was it a habit of hers, she enjoyed doing this. A smile on another person's face meant a lot to her, which was part of the reason why she wanted to grow up and major in field that would bring warmth into others' hearts. It could be labeled and naive and childish, but she wouldn't be affected by those criticisms - she, herself, was almost the basic definition of a child. It was only natural to think that her hopes and dreams would revolve around those principles.

She snapped back to reality, dismissing his thanks. "Oh, no need to thank me! I was just following my gut~. If anything, I should be thanking you for this opportunity!" Kia bounced back to him, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side for that extra cuteness factor. She nodded at his comment, butterflies in her stomach. She was already nervous just from that statement. It made her wonder what kind of impression he had received just by looking at a sheet of paper. One single sheet of paper held her whole life story, and it sent shivers down her spine. To her, nodding was the only thing she could in response to that. That's what you were supposed to do out of habit, right? Not only did it hold his first impression of her in the text, but it held all of her weaknesses and her strengths. Her fears, and it frightened her that if she ever decided to cross the boy, he could lash out at her with exactly the right things.

Of course, she was fairly certain he wouldn't do that. Judging from appearances, he looked like the type to be a savior than a battler.. if you caught her drift. It wasn't meant to be insult of course, but that's what you get from judging a book by its cover. She stood at attention, as stiff as a bored as she awaited further instructions or was asked any questions by the male. At the question, Kia blinked a little, confusion in her eyes. "My story? ... As in my history?" She asked quietly, her thumbs twiddling with each other. This question was really uncomfortable with her, and it showed. However, she was determined to answer the question to the best of her abilities, so to help her calm her nerves, she took a deep breath and pictured MaKayla standing next to her. She looked at Liam, doing her best to make direct eye contact as she started to share, "I was born somewhere sometime - not sure the exact details.... I was found by my foster parents at the age of 10 and the raised me until I came to this school. Then Makayla came along, and she was practically my mother for the whole time I've been here." That was her basic story, and although she knew she basically skipped out on the first 10 years of her life, it wasn't really her fault. She didn't know it. It was all a mystery to her.

Hopefully, he wouldn't delve deeper into it.

"Once upon a December."

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[Liam Dalton]

Laughter is not at all a bad beginning for a friendship, and it is far the best ending for one.

Liam wasn't the type of person to make jokes about death, or having survived a hostile/abusive environment. He typically found them to be offensive. But he could see that Kia was trying to lighten the with her own experience. So, he relented - letting a small smile grace his lips as he shook the young girl's hand. "And we're going to make sure that, that day doesn't come until much much mater." Empathizing the second 'much' as to let the girl know that he plan on keeping her alive. Her, and the rest of her fellow trainees, Liam going to make them as strong as he could so that they could survive until they were old, gray and wrinkly. "Oh.. Then I guess I should say you're welcome." The older Prefect said with a small blush forming over his nose. His hand reaching up the scratch the back of his head while he gave the girl a bright smile, causing his nose to wrinkle up ever so slightly. 

As he took his seat, Liam took note to her response being only a mere nod. Although, he guessed it was to be expected. There weren't many people who could open up after being told that a complete stranger told them he had read their file. Something that held almost there entire life story on nothing more than a few pages. Deep down, Liam wanted to pull back, and tell that he had changed his mind, but he know he had to keep going. Though, he still felt like he should try to comfort her in some way. After spending a few seconds trying to think of way - he reached over, and moved her folder off of his. Showing her that his own laminated yellow folder was there for her to read as well. 

The dual-colored teen nodded slowly when Kia repeated his request back to him. His false chocolate brown hues glancing down at her hands, watching her twiddle her thumbs for a second before looking back up at her face. She was extremely uncomfortable, but he could also see the determination in her eyes. Once he spotted that, a small smile formed on his lips as he listened to her. "Interesting." He muttered to himself in a musing tone. She had already given more than he had expected. so he decided against pressing her for more details. "Well then.. How about hobbies." A pause. "That's something the file can't tell me." He said with a gentle smile.