First debuts can always be nerve wracking, first impressions and uncertainties to contend with while a nagging lump doubts the direction oneself is going, one fellow colleague remedies this by expelling that and much of his breakfast over the changing room floors.

‘'gross’' Nottita exclaimed as she slid a foot back across the slate floor, avoiding the spreading spew as the room’s occupants shared their varying regards; laughs, jests, taunts, disgust and few sympathies.

They haven’t even done anything yet, Nottita had a guilty feeling that particular guy wasn’t going to cut it to become a marine for all their initiation was so far had been changing into the traditional marine uniform which was slightly a bit too big for Nottita anyway as she fidgeted on the bench in the marine garbs.

‘ a neckerchief. Really?!’ feeling rather disgusted in a sellout way. There were a few obvious sorts, who fussed over their new wardrobe whether it was just their nerves or just the unease with the present lull in activity at the moment. A few spots around the room started up in discussion, people sharing their speculation to ease tension or jokes for the same effect while others passed greetings.

‘'its going to be tough but we will really be able to make a better future in the marines. Has to be better than farming turnips seven days a week. Hows it going im Haren’’ the big neighbouring man on her bench got Nottita’s attention when he randomly just started up some speech.

leaving the frayed single loose thread out from the bottom of her top she had been fiddling, she looked up at the man, waved a greeting and followed it with '‘hey guy. I take it you were a farmer then? Or just like, speaking general triva about turnip agriculture’' she looked uncertain as she replied, whether the guy was being serious or not.

Catching onto Nottita’s expression he firmly laughed with a mixture of her uncertainty, response and an attempt to set her at ease. '’yea, I left the glamorous life to slum it with you pheasants’’

It got a smile out of Nottita, now unconsciously fiddling the stray strand in one hand as she gave a side look to Haren while a smile rose on her face '’that’s cool, cool. Cool’’ shifting back somewhat, the bench below her was hard to find comfort on, though like many things she could expect from the marines, it was a institution on practicality rather than comfort.

‘’sooo. the life of adventure, floaty boats, a uniform or burning desire for ‘justice’ get you to sign up ’’ Nottita inquired, stretching back on the bench the man tried to fine a position to relax and replied ‘a steady paycheck. Pretty much anything else is more adventurous than a turnip, you?’’

Displaying whimsical innocence ‘’I failed to marry into money. A successful, attractive rich man is surprisingly in short supply’’ she bobbed her head in a defeated manner until perking her head slightly at her neighbour ‘’you don’t know anybody, do you?’’ another voice added in ‘’and would they have a single brother also?’’ from a bench across from them a girl asked in fun.

With something similar to super hearing, a officer entered yowling with a militant tone ‘’this aint no matchmaking parlour, this is the Marines! Your soul mate will be your brothers and sisters in the marine uniform and for those looking for that happy ever after, forget it this aint no fairy tale maggots.’’

Nottita considered whether the officer actually stood outside picking the best moment to barge in and interrupt the new recruits with a theatrical entrance.

‘’I am instructor jaeger I will be…’’ From her books she knew this man was going to be a living nightmare for her, a thugish brute with a bald head, clean shaven face and an intimidating scar through the officers left cheek and intersecting down to his bottom lip.

‘tool’ was her assumption of the officer as he berated and blustered in front of the recruits, she was 110% assured that she wasn’t alone on that thought.

For the dog and pony show the room all ejected to their feet when promoted by their commanding officer or just the enormous guy being very loud. Maybe if the whole number of the recruits bum rushed the commanding marine he wouldn’t be so mighty. Though singularly or even groups she wasn’t confident they could take the imposing solider.

Nottita was no exception, when scar face said jump she was going to well do it, she wasn’t keen on suicide by drill instructor. The recruits formed lines and marched out the changing room through the halls and out to a wide open field with various equipment layed out. Physical exertion, the marines already has been revealing itself to be a mistake.

Doing laps around a mucky field wasn’t her idea of having fun, also added to her instructors intimidation level was a ability to sense her distress, he matched pace with her and at a god awful invasion of personal pace shouted at Nottita cheek ‘’Recruit!’’ this got a squeak to escape from Nottita. The officer was leading the troop one moments though some how magically appeared beside Nottita, though this could have easily been put down as not paying much attention as her mind began to wonder during the strenuous tedious drills.

A break from running and the complaints from her stomach made her currant aspiration a 10 minute break and a sandwich. The instructor continued his berating '’You are not fit for this outfit. I know a washout when im eyeballing it, by the end of the day I will be surprised you’re still here’’ the instructor pulled back in distaste.

‘scare tactics?’ Nottita considered, though she didn’t like the alternative thought of the officer singling her out for a 1on1 chit chat as a likely failure. She quickly wiped the marines spittle from her cheek after granted a relieve in proximity. Turning around her she spotted Haren who gave a sympathetic expression, as best as one could while in motion.

It was a gruelling affair doing laps around the field, a few would have sufficed though their wasn't a indication when they would stop. It was getting to a points she was having a hard time trying to keep her thoughts straight, just the running seemed to occupy her mind now and a deep wish for it soon to stop. Nottita may have had a slim figure though it was little to do with healthy exercise and eating her greens, after forgotten numbers of laps she felt she was about to keel over, it was a guilty comfort to observe that she wasn’t the only one suffering the exercise.

Recruits of varying sorts laboured, unused to random inumberable straight laps around a field. There was no indication when this marathon would end, the instructor kept pace the entire time with the squad while simultaneously doing his own rounds around them either to criticise, belittle and abuse a newbie recruit. A noob made a ill attempt to investigate the reaming laps this prompted the instructor to emotionally rape and verbally abuse that individual into shameful jogging silence and also rewarding the rest of the group another go around of the field.

‘’il be sick if this keeps ups’’ a feminine voice spoke, this got agreeing mumbles from her neighbours only when far enough distance from the grizzly scar instructor. Giving a real confidence moral boost ‘’not a one is a worthy body to be called a marine, your all wasting my time, just no good derelicts..’’ the instructor continued with  more descriptive and insulting words in the dictionary.

A man fell down to the ground, a few recuits lagged, stopped and attempted to turn around to help up their fellow damned. The office quickly rallied the straying sheep and aggressively spurred them back into their lap leaving the man behind. The instructor signalled to a couple of marines standing by, with a nod they quick timed over to the exhausted prone man on the ground gasping in heaps of air.

Looking occasionally over her shoulder, the men tried to raise the immobile recruit while failing to urge the man to his feet the marines took a physical attempt of persuasion. Batons came out from the marines pockets and the two flogged the downed recruit. The squad was making its circle back around, hearing the screaming pains of their fellow initiate and soon they would be greeting the man they had left behind when the course comes back around.

‘’Do not stop or think about helping him. we lose the dead weights here’’ the troop was going on a collision course with the face down noobie, it appeared the instructor and the two fellow marines were content to witness a recruit being trampled in their training field. ‘’this isn’t right’’ Nottita voiced low to her neighbour who flat out ignored her, then she turned to seek assistance behind and all around from those who would spare it.

Spotting Haran she tried to voice for assistance while bobbing her head in the direction of the incapacitated initiate. The squad met the living obstacle in their path, most veered around him some had to leap over him though and only one person stop before him while the instructor forcefully shouted them through and over the obstacle. ‘’get up guy’’ trying to lift an arm, shove and a prod him with her toe it was to no avail.

‘’Recruit!’’ bellowed from the retreating squad. ‘crap’ with further motivation she tried to urge the man up, this only got a few grunts from the downed recruit. Feeling a tap on her back she spun around, holding her arm up in defence, the assisting marines with their batons got over to her pretty quickly.

‘’let me help ya out’’ relieve washed over Nottita, it wasn't the marines but Haren. ‘’you sweet beautiful basterd'’  Nottita replied in gratitude, with less effort Haren took the man over one arm while Nottita took the other side. They never actually caught up to the squad, but they had to eventually come around the lap again in which they did, over taking Nottita, Haren and the incapacitated recruit.

The instructor voiced his displeasure at the trio as they continued to carry the man with increasing difficulty. The running eventually stopped for the squad, the trio took some time for them to catch up. Finnaly reaching the finish line which many of the rest of the recruits layed in varying positions sharing the same feelings of exhaustion as Nottita and Haren though not as bad as the recruit who got a beat down to go with his sorrows.

With a thud their assisted new friend fell to the ground as Nottita and Haren took their own recovering stances, gasping and wiping away the bodys perspiration ‘’the hell with that’’ Nottita in agony voiced while Haren give a quick nod while hunched over. ‘’think of the karma points'' Nottita tried as she recovered somewhat spreading a hand out and slapping Haren on his back in acknowledgement though still feeling a bit fragile she missed in a pathetic attempt but didn’t have the energy for another.

‘’That was pathetic, get your sorrys asses cleaned up and then you will be escorted to the mess’’ the instructors last orders were. With a pissed off instructor in a power pose with arms crossed and staring evils right at them, Nottita knew her time hereafter was not going to be fun. ‘’crap’’