First Week Training

Good morning! It's time for literally the worst day of your fucking life!

Sure it was bad enough to have to awkwardly crawl out from under a certain someone's bunk early—thanks buddy, real nice… exercises… you got there—but to then have to get ferried to some big outdoor-indoor adult playground was… something, certainly. Oh great. We're getting moved like cattle again. Whoopee-do, bet this is gonna turn out exactly like last time. Test to complete this? Might as well already take that failing grade. A breath of air came from Caroll's mouth in an annoyed click; not only does he have to play do-si-do with a whole bunch of shitheads who probably have it out for him OUT of class, he has to do it while being fuckass tired from the shit they do IN CLASS. Was this class, actually? Or was it torture. Both, probably. It also didn't really help that his face still looked—and felt—all fucked up from that Crazy Crocodile encounter yesterday… eugh. Why couldn't this be over already…

Caroll's eyes scanned the field; he could picture HOW to beat this, but the act of BEATING THE COURSE was a whole different beast in its entirety. Take his time? What? Take his time to craft the perfect failure? Nah. He might as well put literal feet to the proverbial pavement and take off like a shooting star on its way to burn out in the sky.

After stretching and gathering his thoughts, Caroll barreled forward without much care for what—or who—he may be running over… so of course he slammed right into someone, smacked his shins into a log, then fell face-first onto another log. He could feel the bones in his face pushing in a new, more exciting direction… that was still wholly incorrect! Wow, what a thrill. With an angry huff and an instinctual hand up to touch his nose, Caroll looked up to see the unfortunate soul he rammed into.

One of the nepotism kids? No, it was someone else… the other orange kid that only really stuck out because he looked so much like the nepo kid. At least Caroll could tell that THIS cat carried itself more eloquently than the one that disrespected its mom; plus one point. Maybe he could call this one a robin instead? Neither of the two were really that happy about getting bumped into, but Caroll managed to take literally slamming his face into a log and bleeding to high hell in stride.

The sandpit was a different story. Caroll was losing blood fast and had somehow fallen in line behind the robin… who unbeknownst kicked sand up right into Caroll’s face when Caroll himself fell over. PBBTH. PTOOEY. REALLY, DUDE? Caroll couldn’t be too mad at the circumstance—it’s not like Rory put his face there—but… still. The two of them managed to get up the rock wall only falling a couple times, but…

Perhaps it ticked Caroll off enough that in the final section of the course, when Caroll felt his foot get caught on something he let himself fall forward dizzily into Rory’s back. Down the two went in the waist-deep water… and because Caroll couldn’t rightfully pick himself up (thanks, blood loss) and Rory couldn’t hope to budge the deadweight that Caroll was…

Eventually, after a long struggle… they found themselves back at the fountain.

And it sure didn’t improve the robin’s mood that Caroll (after his sick session that he’s slowly getting used to) couldn’t help but laugh at how lame that whole ordeal was. Something something “I could have MADE IT if it wasn’t for your INHUMANELY HUGE BODY” or something like that… it was funny to see this little robin tweet so angrily. You’ll get it next time, buddy!

Off to the side, Rudy miraculously appeared with a towel after Caroll and Rory finished their minor squabble at the fountain… seems like this goat knew that it’d be a good idea to stick around the fountain if he had nothing better to do on training ground days. Hell, Rudy even stated that he’ll be sticking around for next time, too. Next time? Oh right… they had to go back. It seems the robin made it a point to dry off and get back to the field faster to get out of Caroll’s vicinity… but thanks to Caroll’s long legs, he was able to keep up pace just fine with a cheeky little grin.

Hey, if these two are gonna keep going at it… might as well see how fast this robin can flap its wings, right?

And so the training days passed as Rory and Caroll found new and innovative ways to perish on the course, including… falling from the rock wall and landing on their neck wrong, blood loss from crushing oneself against the logs, inhaling way too much sand, and from wrangling in the waist-deep water one too many times.

Even if these two are totally not gonna pass that test at the end of the week, it’s way too fun to compete to see who can get the farthest without dying in a stupid way. Could this even be considered training at this point? Who knows!