Beyond

ᑕᕼᗩᑭ丅ᗴᖇ ᑎᎥᑎᗴ

𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 ✶༄ ‧₊˚

Eddie yawned and stretched his arms above his head, keeping his eyes closed. He mumbled a quick "Good morning." He was expecting Sophia to be in the room when he opened his eyes, squinted around the room, and didn't see her anywhere. Had she not come back last night? He knew he had acted out of hand, and he intended to apologize when she returned, but she never did by the looks of it.

He sat up confusedly and pushed a fist against his eye, effectively rubbing the sleepiness from his vision.

"Sophia?" He looked around. She was nowhere in sight, bed sheets not wrinkled in the least. He messed up. Bad.

He sighed heavily and looked toward the door of his shared room. He found two stacks of clothes, a note on each pile. He stood up and picked up one of the notes. Eddie Tuffin, Uniform, training number 14. He looked down at the bundle of clothes and unfolded them. He found a tight t-shirt that was deep black with dark blue sleeves. Under that, he found a pair of loose black pants. Next to that was a pair of black lace-up combat boots.

He sighed and changed into his newly provided clothes before noticing a list on the back of the note containing his name. 0800 hours- gym. 1000 hours- individual study. 1200 hours- partner problem-solving. 1400 hours- lunch. 1500 hours- personal testing. 1600 hours- partner testing. 1800 hours- dinner. 1900 hours- shower. 2000 hours- bed. He turned curiously toward Sophia's notecard and saw the same schedule imprinted on the back of hers.

He stepped out of his room and checked the time on a clock he found in the hallway. It was six a.m meaning it was 0600 hours. He had plenty of time. He decided to roam the halls to get to know the place.

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Sylvia groaned as Leo shook her awake. Having already discovered their schedule, she had to wake up, or they would be late.

"Sylvia!" Leo shouted for the hundredth time. She made a sound and shoved her face into the wall beside her bed. "Oh my god. . ." Leo trailed off at the daunting task at hand. He decided he would change and then try to wake her up. He had discovered a button that created a frosty glass barrier separating the room in two halves. He clicked it, and the barrier appeared.

Sylvia heard the sleek sound of the barrier and opened her eyes wearily. She rubbed her eyes and lazily pushed her long hair out of her face.

She sat up fully and looked at the clock hanging across the room on the far wall near the foot of her bed. 7:30. Why was she even awake at such an unearthly hour!?

She groaned and laid back down before remembering she probably had to get up. This caused her to huff in annoyance and sit up with a pouty look on her face. Eyes half-closed, she headed to a pile of clothes next to the door. She assumed they were for her. Examining the accumulation further, she found she was provided with a skin-tight black t-shirt with iridescent gold sleeves. After inconsiderately throwing the shirt aside, she spotted a pair of skin-tight black pants. Throwing those aside, she saw a couple of knee-high matte black boots containing many unnecessary buckles.

She sighed and unwillingly got dressed in the tight clothes provided for her. She hated tight clothes with a passion. She grabbed the hair tie from her wrist and threw her long hair up in a messy bun, strands falling from the sides. Just as she finished, the barrier was opened by none other than Leo himself.

"Um. . ." Sylvia stood there awkwardly. "Hi?"

"Is that a question or a statement?" Crap, Leo thought. He couldn't contain his sarcasm, even though that wasn't the most fantastic first impression.