Tears give you a reason to fight
'Don't panic. Don't panic. This is why you joined the Survey Corps. Stop acting like a scared little girl.'
Scar blew her dull red bangs out of her eyes and stared right at all the other soldiers. Some of them were still quite young and others were around her own age. Some were screaming and panicking while running around in circles while others were saying their "final" prays. This is it. Now they were required to fight back to where it all started....and Scar couldn't tell if she was nervous out of her mind or hiding her nervousness behind her strong façade.
Either way, Scar wasn't about to run around, screaming nonsense like a little kid.
So there the red headed woman was, leaning up against a rough wall of the barrack, her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl placed along her face. Her uniform was on like many others... with the Survey Corps symbol on the back of her coat. Her maneuver gear placed heavily around her hips, the tanks already filled up with gas and ready to go. Her long hair was pulled back from her face into a high ponytail while her bangs still tried to push her buttons by getting into her eyes.
'I-Is everyone's tanks filled up? We're getting ready to head out soon..." One young man said out loud to no one in particular as he looked around and different peoples faces, receiving yes's and maybe-I-should-do-that-now's. His eyes landed on Scar as she still stood in the corner alone. She looked back at him, giving him the 'Do-You-Think-I'm-Stupid?' look before slightly nodding her head and looking away. She knew to quickly fill her tanks up once everyone got to the barrack, seeing as she did not want to be stuck in a gong show with everyone trying to hurriedly get their tanks filled up. So she had quickly switched her tanks and put gas in them and checked over her gear before walking off into the corner...
With the loud noises from outside and the slight shift of the barrack, people only seemed to panic more. Scar just stood in her spot, waiting to be called up and ready to go out. Of course, she didn't want to go fight and kill Titans. Who would? But she knew she had to. That is why she joined this whole mess. She couldn't say that she regretted it because it was her choice. But by all means, she'd rather be at home right now drinking a nice cup of warm tea.
"Okay people! Let's go! Let's go!" A mans rasp voice yelled out over the crowd of people, and soon everyone was beginning to crowd over by the opening doors. Scar sighed before unfolded her crossed arms and letting them falls to her sides and walking over to the crowd of people.
"Don't you think playing the hero role would be life changing?"
"No, stop it, Scar. Stop thinking about this." Scar though as she stepped closer into the crowd, but her faint memories were coming back to her.
"Don't we have enough people risking their lives everyday for us, dad? Don't you think that's enough people? I don't want to be a hero! I want to be the change! The young Scar screamed out to her father. Young and dumb. She sat at the kitchen table while her father watched her carefully from across her.
"Yes, but...Before being the change, you must get out there. I want you to grow up and do something strong for humanity someday, Scarlett." Her father said as he got up and left the table, letting Scar to sit there and take in what he had just said. She huffed, her stubbornness getting in her way of reality and the right decision. She blew her bangs up and stomped away from the table.
Scar was snapped back into reality as somebody bumped into her shoulder. "Would you watch it, please?" Scar asked coldly, the scowl deepening on her face. She looked over to see a blonde girl, probably about Scar's age, but a lot smaller in size. "O-Oh...I'm sorry..." The girl apologized quickly before walking ahead of Scar, into the crowd of people. She had looked terrified... faint tears streaming down her cheeks....
"Ugh! I can't find my partner! Aleena! Where are you?!" A woman called out as she passed Scar. 'Partner' Scar thought, as she suddenly remembered about hers. Daydreaming can take you away from reality...and can screw up your memory and thoughts.
"Nori." She whispered. Damn. How was she supposed to find the guy with all these people practically running over her? She quickly began pushing her way through the crowd, looking for her partner and friend. She wasn't much for waiting and patience...and she knew she had to find him fast...