What comes after tomorrow? Vyren

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

This wasn't Vy's plan... Or was it? No, only to check on the brother of a good friend. Someone she's also drawn close to. Okay maybe that night they sparred and ended up getting too close has been obsessively replaying in her mind since she slept with Mark. A guilt almost, like she should only be that way with Jeran for some reason. And just to make things even odder she doesn't feel that way about Kyanite. As if the Ruze's are her boundary. So maybe her full intentions were to spark things up between them. Give Jeran an even better night then she gave any of those nameless careers. Guess the true reasoning doesn't really matter anymore.

Just as Vy's used to, she has her bit of control while straddling Jeran's lap. At this point any argument from before seems to have vanished. Gone into the wind, and unworthy of space in their minds. Like any thoughts can even occur at this moment. It's all instinct and reaction at this point. A rhythmic grind joins in with the kiss. Suddenly she just wants it all, for him to have it all. After leaving him that one night, and then being with someone else. He deserves it. More importantly though she doesn't find the ability to do anything else. With her shirt being lifted upward, she happily holds her arms up to help. Reconnecting their lips as soon as the fabric goes over her head.

Now it's like nothing's off limits. This should scare Vy. How things have become intimate without cutting straight the chase as always. But the trail of his hands is nothing comparable to anyone else. With a grip that affirms he's there, yet a gentle touch to show he cares. Maybe there's more then just getting down to business, as it shockingly all feels right. Casually he begins lowering them while closely knitted together, until Vy's back lands gracefully on the uncomfortable mattress. No man has ever been this way, and it's strangely drawing her in more then she could of ever imagined. More then she ever thought possible as her heart thumps loudly against her naked chest.

The funniest comment escapes Jeran at a time like this. Only illustrating one of the many reasons why he's so attractive. Joking of the last time they were in a position like this and Vy up and left. Though this time it's him that's on top. A lot of other things change this situation though. "Hell no." She reassures as she meets his lips again as if they were keeping her alive. If only she could feel his stomach against hers. Not have these stupid layers in between. And just like that her next goal is made. Button by button she quickly unlatches him like their lives depending on it. Once free she sneaks into his shirt to pull them closer. Only to find another blockage from his precious skin.

"God damnit." She chuckles, only centimeters from his face to not keep their lips parted for long. The buttoned shirt quickly comes off and she works on pulling the last barrier up. Finally skin touches skin and warmth is shared. Now's her turn to run her fingers along his surprisingly soft back. Not disgustingly hairy like some guys that were hit too hard with puberty. Just perfect as she predicted. A soft moan for more leaves her lips without permission, joining back with his quickly to prevent anymore.

[*]

When questions arise, Jeran is the first to wait for a responce before going in any further with the woman in front of him. His eyes study her, taking in everything about her facial features that he can; any mark or shading. Any freckles that she may have or not. By now, he would have taken a mental picture of her and tuck it away to keep for his personal data. Her responce to the question is more than alarmingly quick and not only that but is very definate as she states not only a 'no', but something that has him giving off a sigh-like chuckle.

"Hell no." He gives her two quick, short nods and goes on with what he started in the first place. Her lips find his and he's not one to let her do all the work. She may be initiating the kisses, but isn't it the gentleman who keeps it going? At least, he's considerate of that as he lets the position that he has on her take full control, moving just enough to show what he wants from her but is noble enough not to take what's not his yet. Not until she's the one to show it the need first.

Jeran's not in any mood to stop or lessen what's he's been given, but decides to try to make her his own by biting softly on her lip before going back to letting his lips massage hers. Taking away any pain that he might have inflicted. With one hand supporting himself over Vy's body, the other free hand is still able to explore, moving ever so casually over her side, tickling her skin with as gentle as he is being. Lightly letting his skin touch hers, he's exciting himself more and the need for more than what he has is becoming known. Only a moment later, does he feel Vy's hands working with the buttons of his black shirt. Eagerness overtakes him like no other. He's seems to want to help, but allows her the task as he was given the task to remove her top. Only difference was that her's was so easy to remove, leaving no fun to linger around.

Vy doesn't seem to mind much as soon as the last button is released but what she says is different. The white undershirt proves troublesome for the girl as she is even more eager to have him in the same position that he put her in. With the first layer removed, she somehow manages to get the next one off in one clean sweep and skin is met with skin. A tingling sensation coming to meet with the pair who has finally been given the needed space, or lack there of, that they were wanting.

From deep within, that desire grows more and more when Vy's fingers run across his back. His free hand that had been used to run across her side, is lowered dramatically to her pants and then to grasp the hip area as much as he can. Without notice, he soaks up the moan that Vy has just given him before she covers up any more urges. His hand goes between them, messing with the button on her pants, expertly as if he's done this before. The zipper is down and he's working feverishly to release her of the cloth binding.

"Tonight?" He whispers into her ear when he breaks the kiss, and slowly lets his lips move across her neck, stopping at some points.

[Jack Lexington]

"Room inspection." She kncoked on the door of room 13 on the first floor opening it almost instantly. After all it's supposed to be a surprise.

The cadets of this room are sitting around a table chatting and reading books but when she enters they stand at attention.
She nods at them. "Afternoon,cadets."
"Good afternoon, mam."
While they are a perfect line of human beings PK Strong walks around checking their beds, spints and the bathroom. Everthing is tidy and well kept except for a pair of socks in a corner.
"Whose are these? Pick them up. Otherwise good job. One extra point.At ease."
With that she leaves to proceed to the next room, knocks, opens the door and gasps out loud.
"What on earth are you cadets doing?" She exclaims looking at the two cadets getting busy all over each other.
Instantly her voice becomes loud and commanding while she marches right into the room leaving the door wide open.
"Cadet Ruze, Cadet Prize. This isn't a leisure park even though you are trying to make it into one. Stand up!"
Before they can reach for their clothing it's in her hands so they have to stand in front of her more or less naked.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Clumsily and hastily each button in undone until the shirt's finally released. Least that was what Vy was hoping for. To feel Jeran even closer, but not yet in the closest way. Take everything slow to allow it all to last longer. That's exactly what she gets with a tank underneath the first layer. Extremely frustrating though it does add another breathtaking obstacle. Soon enough they've moved past another base. Certain they've hit the ball out of the park this time. No ditching this round that's for sure. Nothing can prevent them this time, as far as they're concerned....well as far as they know.

There's never been such a desire to experience all of someone and to do so with patients. Like every touch has to be delicate and meaningful, just as he's giving. Treat others how you want to be treated, right? And Vy doesn't mind in the least as surprising as that may be. Their synced movements, and knowledge that this can only go further, has it all too perfect to alter. Maybe the thing that's really perfect here is Jeran though. His ability to have such a heart and manage keeping it all together like it was his purpose. Currently it's his way of making nothing else matter, and somehow having Vy not feel like a failure for a change. Only by his presence and unspoken actions that oddly enough has her feeling wanted.

The grasps and pulls mixed in with the gentle nature is simply irresistible. A combination no one seems to posses, let alone males. A hand separates their bodies, only in attempt to remove more things in their way. Like stupid pants, who needs those at a time like this? Jeran's lucky with only one button to get through, and the zipper falls down with ease. By this point Vy's heart is pounding so loudly she can hear it beating in her ears. "Tonight?" A one word question that holds so much meaning behind it. Talk about another hell yes, though she doesn't get a chance to answer.

Just a brief knock warns them of an intruder. Not nearly enough to even separate from each other, let alone throw on their shirts. The only thing Vy's able to do it pull up her zipper, and doesn't even bother fidgeting with the button. And of course it couldn't just be one of his roommates, but an actual commanding officer catching them in the act. Immediately her cheeks burn up though they've never done that before. They're both to their feet urgently, and Vy automatically snaps to attention despite her lack of uniform. Today of all days she had to not wear her usual sports-bra, but something more showy. Guess she should be thankful her pants are still intact on her body.

To make matters worse the door hangs open, and the female Commander takes their shirts piled at the end of the bed. "Ma'am." Is all Vy's able to pull out. Knowing better then to go by the wrong gender titles, but obviously nothing else. There' no getting herself out of this one. Can only hope this doesn't get them both booted out.

[*]

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Every curve. Each little movement. Anything he can learn, Jeran is making it his own. His fingers grace her skin so delicately; so smoothly. He's like a collector that has found his one time treasure and doesn't just treat it as though it's a peice of trash. To him, Vy is the work of art. He is the artist. He takes control, not allowing her to do anything other than what he's letting her do but at her own will. Persuadingly so, he asks instead of demands; gestures instead of doing. Vy is nothing but someone he wants to respect and by doing so, he has earned what he has been given. Fully aware, he is also aiming for more than casual kisses that have lead to removal of clothing. With the word 'Tonight' being whispered in her ear, he awaits an answer for what he may be allowed to have. He watches her every move; her eyebrows and lips. Each of those would be telltale signs of her decisions, but the moment his fingers touch the soft cloth under the zipper, a horrible thing happens.

The knock.

The opening of the door that has only given him enough time to retract his hand from her intimate area just as the commanding officer barges right in and makes a mockery of what she has suddenly walked into. He flinches quickly.

"Cadet Ruze, Cadet Pryce. This isn't a leisure park even though you are trying to make it into one. Stand up!"

It all happens so quickly. Both him and Vy are up and standing at attention just as they are naked from the top up. At least Vy's bra is still on but with him, it's natural to go without. Embarrassment doesn't flood him for his naked chest for he knows that it is well toned. Though, his concern goes to Vy. She's standing at attention with the door wide open for anyone to see her. He glances over, wanting to see if she's waiting to get her shirt back from Officer Strong. His features are hard. Tight clinched jaw and stiff fingers. On the outside, one wouldn't be able to tell how hard his heart is beating and his muscles are screaming due to the initial shock of someone entering. No. Not just anyone... Officer strong. One of the fierced he'd be able to run into.

For a moment, Jeran looks perplexed about something, almost wanting to speak up to the woman, but he knows it's best not to. He keeps his body straight and unwavering to the surprise inspection. "Sir." He speaks just after Vy offers the same greeting, but Jeran's more about tradition. Calling a commanding officer, to him, 'Sir' is more respectable than just saying 'Ma'am'. "Sir. May we have our shirts." He asks out of curiosity, mainly in favor of Vy, but also for himself as he don't want any other cadets to walk by to see their predicament. That he actually cares about; his repuation. He's trained hard to get where he is, and to have that pushed aside from a few moments of pleasure isn't worth it. Or is it?

[Jack Lexington]

If I wasn’t in charge of this floor I might even find the situation a little amusing but to know that other officers will talk bad about my cadets getting out of line has me fuming.
“What the hell do you two think you’re doing?” I yell at the two standing at attention in not much more than their pants. It’s obvious they were getting ready to get very personal. Not under my watch.
“Your behavior is absolutely unacceptable. One would think you’d know that.”
I glare at them expecially Pryze, who’s turned bright red, who calls me ma’am. The other guy dares to call me sir, so I step over to him and step threateningly close. “Do I look like a man to you?”
“You’re already on my shit list, Prize. But you finally learned the right term.”
I start pacing back and forth between them until Cadet Ruze asks for their shirts, which presents the ideal punishment, so I keep them in my arms.

Behind me I hear somebody’s footsteps in the hallway and sure enough as I turn I see the curious face of Cadet Dunham (haha).
“Get a move on. None of your business, cadet.” I shoe him away and he follows my order with a slight smirk on his face, which is half the punishment already. I do have to make sure that word doesn’t get out that people have se% on my floor but also what happens to them.
“C’mon, you two are going to do laps in the yard!”

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Just don't say anything. That's obviously not only Vy's, but both of their's, best chance at getting out of this alive. Not that this punishment will result in the death. Only that it might as well should with getting kicked from the program being the other drastic option. Maybe Officer Strong will settle for something embarrassing. Make an example of them and what the other Cadets shouldn't do. Though that'll only harm Vy's reputation and have her wishing she'd been booted. At this point she can only keep her mouth shut and hope for nothing terrible. Would of assumed Jeran would do the same, but apparently he seemed to of forgotten the incident in the cafeteria.

Isn't he the smartest guy in the district? It certainly appeared that way, until now. The memory of Tyren getting lectured over calling Strong's a sir must of slipped his mind or something. Guess he was too angry and caught up in being mad at Vy for the night before. Now the little mistake is not helping their case, though it has Strong's acknowledging that the Blonde at least learned the right terminology. Doesn't really change anything though. The Officer still paces back and forth between the two of them. As if conquering up the perfect punishment for such a crime. All Vy's capable of doing is staying firmly and quietly at attention, despite a need to cross her arms to cover her chest or gaze down. The proper stance remains through it somehow.

The loud lecture of Cadets clearly getting in trouble of course draws attention. Eyes peer in with curiosity as they pass down the hall. For decency Jeran questions if the shirts can be returned. By the looks of it Strong has no plans in letting them cover themselves. Should of known that. It's the familiar bright blue eyes of Matthew that really sets in whats going on. The cat's really out of the bag now. A subtle gulp goes down Vy's throat. Least her roommate's shoed off, though he's had plenty of time already to piece everything together. And still she's unable to cross her arms for protection. Like this could get any worse...but of course it can.

Laps, a common punishment for when Cadets step out of boundaries. This jog will be much different though as she doesn't budge to give back their shirts. Without even having to say, the conditions are known. They won't be running fully clothed. Instead they'll be setting an example so the rest don't try a stunt like this. If only she wore a damn sports bra, none of this would even matter. To run topless isn't uncommon, especially for males. But for females it depends on that article of clothing still covering her top. Shit end of the stick is clearly given to her.

With a sigh Vy follows their Commanding Officer out of the room. Buttoning her pants once Strong is turned. Have to try to be as decent as possible. "You shouldn't run by me." She whispers over to Jeran as they travel through the halls behind Strong. Least he can get away with an unsuspicious jog. Should at least try to save him if it's possible. Once outside she stands back at attention to wait for further instruction.

[*]

Is this torture? For Jeran, his attention is fully on the uniformed officer gracing his room. She's tough and hard to please, yet right now, he could have wished for a different person. Even the man he first met here, Sargent Mets, would be better than officer Strong. Something about that woman clearly has his heart going crazy to deal with the woman looking at him as he was about to make out fully with Vy. His sister's friend and his as well. Or was friend. Until a few moments ago, she was about to become something more to him. Now?

Now, he wished that he'd locked the door or waited until midnight again before engaging this kind of activity with Vy. At least, it was in his room and not the gym area like last time. His mind is already screaming at him to consider why he wanted her to stay when she could have stopped at the kiss again and left. Then none of this would have happened.

But it did.

And now, he stands here, completely still and watching for what's about to come. Yelling? Drawing attention to the two people in the room about to go beyond the limits that they allow here?

It all goes down hill from there when he decides to call Officer Strong, Sir. Her immediate reaction makes JEran's head jerk backward a little, unexpecting what was being given to them. Then the punishment arrives. Something he's not sure about because isn't it enough to just be caught? Why would she try to make it worse for them other than to just set an example? Already, with the denial of the shirts, she forces them out but not before someone's peering eyes caught them. A choleric sigh escapes his mouth silently.

Ushering out of the room, Vy actually has the nerve to tell Jeran not to run near her. What should he have to fear? Don't everyone know that Vy has a tendency to stay in the guys dorms? One wouldn't think anything of her running in her bra other than just to stay evenly matched with the guys. She'd had enough courage just sleeping in the same dorm as three others. Still, the moment they reach the door and stand to await instructions for the punishment, he decides, to once more, reason for the return of at least one shirt.

"Permission to speak, Ma'am? No disrespect earlier, by calling you 'Sir'. Used to a very strict father, who want nothing but respect and to be called Sir. Figured you deserved the same amount of respect. But, I do want to ask, once more, for Vy's shirt to be returned to her, if at all possible." Jeran asks. His voice is strong, commanding, even, but purposeful. "I'll take the twice the punishment, if need be, just for the return of that one shirt."

Noble? Maybe. Stupid? Probably. At least, one wouldn't be able to call him a coward for just taking what crap is dished out. Maybe, Officer Strong will be pacified by the thought of double punishment for Jeran. Only her responce will tell.

[Jack Lexington]

Peace Keeper Strong was still fuming about the lack of respect these cadets had for Academy rules. None of that could happen on her floor otherwise the other instructors would start talking abd about her. After all this was the elite of the district, not some scum.

The female cadet seems to be giving in to the punishment but the guy spoke up again as they left the room to step into the hallway where a few other cadets had already poked their heads out of their rooms.

"Permission to speak, Ma'am?"
'No' She thought but before she could say it he took the permission.
" No disrespect earlier, by calling you 'Sir'. Used to a very strict father, who want nothing but respect and to be called Sir. Figured you deserved the same amount of respect. But, I do want to ask, once more, for Vy's shirt to be returned to her, if at all possible. I'll take the twice the punishment, if need be, just for the return of that one shirt."

PK Strong listens to his words but inside of her she's already preparing for the right come back. How could this guy screw around with another cadet and then make demands.
On her heel she turns around to look him right in the eye even though he's at least a head taller than her. Then she replies in a low, calm but threatening tone.
"You have NO respect, cadet. You broke a rule and now you make demands. YOU are in no place to do so. Shut you mouth right now or you will be kicked out!"
Her eyes have become slits when she steps even closer and adds.
"Since you're offering ...give me your pants, too."
She holds out her hand and then shoes Vy on. "Go, wait down in the yard for us."

One more word to cadet Ruze is spoken in a much more casual tone. "Take your punishment or this place isn't for you and the young lady."

With that she turns to walk down the hallway hoping he'll make the right decision.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Nothing can be embarrassing unless you let it be. So in the long run Vy shouldn't care. As constantly as she's walking around topless it shouldn't phase her in the least. It's something about the lack of a sports bra that has her suddenly shy and bashful to anyone walking by. Still she manages to hold her head up, facing the punishment like any other. A regular bra's not too different, just a bit too revealing.

Don't get Vy wrong in this aspect. Showing off and being cocky is one of her biggest attributes. When it comes to her body the only thing she's bragging about is her strength. Once again not a typical female. Punishments not suppose to be easy though. It's to teach a lesson and crack the whip to make sure it doesn't occur again. So with a sunken face she follows the orders and exits from the privacy of the room.

Before they have a chance to get outside, to the true population of the academy, they're stopped. It seemed like Jeran just completely ignored Vy's offer to not run by her, to save himself. Or maybe he just didn't hear. A gentleman like himself could never accept such a suggestion, and it's made clear it got across to him though he didn't respond directly. Because instead of protecting himself by just doing the laps, he presses for Vy to get her shirt back. That he'll take twice the punishment in exchange.

There's been a lot of firsts for Vy. Mainly revolving around her own personality shifting slightly better, but today's a much bigger first. No one's ever stood up for her. Just never happens. And Jeran decides to pick the worst time to do such a thing. Couldn't he of saved that rare precious moment for a time it'd actually work. Like it matters since it warms Vy's heart even with how useless of an attempt it is. Thought that counts?

Just as predicted it doesn't get Vy's shirt back. Even worse as the suggestion has Strong's wanting his pants removed with nothing in return. The blank look on Vy's face sinks into a frown. She was fine with taking the shitty end of the stick, she wants it back. Jeran doesn't deserve it. What has she done?

More importantly Jeran's the last person that's disrespectful. These words should be directed towards Vy, yet they're towards him. Cowardly she stays silent as he's able to protest. First order for her she takes urgently and silently, getting outside like the building was on fire.

The only thing he does deserve is for Vy to fight for him, just as he was doing. But his protest only worsened the situation, and he has a way with his words. If she spoke back they'll both be running butt naked. So as much as it makes her heart crinkle up she dashes around the corner. Arms immediately going across her chest as she waits for Strong to return. Once the officer comes into view, Vy snaps back to attention. Only hoping that Jeran's not in too much trouble. Why didn't she say anything? Guess it's too late now.

[*]

Askingn for things that isn't his, doesn't sit well with this woman in front of him. She's brutal, strong and has a strong dislike for any good while she's on duty. It doesn't matter if he was to lay down his life for her in the middle of duty, she probably would still refuse him anything he wanted. At least he's got the galls to ask. At least, unlike some of the cadets here, he's willing to take a leadership roll and try to make amends and to persuade the enemy for something of value. Problem with negotiations is that they never go right all the time. In exchange for her shirt, he offers up a double duty of punishment. Bad news? Strong is a bitch.

The moment that he finished talking, she let him have it. His eyes display something similar to anger, yet they look completely normal. A simple breath in and a release is all it takes to keep his anger in check and put himself into another mindset. It's not until what she says next that has his mind completly blown. Instead of giving Vy her shirt back, she wants his pants in exchange for nothing. His pulse races and his eyes shift between hers as if he was a snake ready to strike out at her and to take her down. Yet, he keeps his cool. She dismisses Vy and all she does is follow command. It isn't until now, does he figure he should have kept his mouth shut, but why do that if someone he was close too was uncomfortable? He could almost feel it. Now? The feelings were only on him. He was the one about to be embaressed yet, he takes it with a spoonful of sugar.

The harsh glare is upon Strong without flinching nor blinking. His hands meet with the buttons on his pants and the zipper. In a matter of seconds, without taking his eyes off Strong, he folds them up, and holds them out for her.

"By your command, Ma'am." He simply says and turns. Full clad in nothing but boxers, his face shows not a bit of concern. Was it because he's well toned? Well, put together?

No.

He doesn't want anyone to notice any emotions falling from him. He is stronger than that. He knows he can defeat Strong at her own game. With a tightly clenched jaw, he keeps his head up straight and meets outside to where the punishment will begin. The laps thats suppose to be taken is given. His gaze doesn't befall upon Vy at all. Instead, his mind is made up. Any further contact within this academy is to be placed no where in his social calendar.

[Jack Lexington]

The guy reacts in a perfect way. Now that the final order has been put in front of him he has no choice. If he doesn't obey he will be thrown out because obedience is key to a young peace keeper just like any other soldier.

His eyes sparkle dangerously but he doesn't flinch. Instead he hands over his pants right away....Good boy.

I follow both of them to the yard where light drizzle has set in. All the better. The more these two suffer, the greater the chance that their mistake won't be repeated, not by them or anybody else who's witnessing.

"You pals are watching." I inform them about the audience that ahs gathered on the windows upstairs.
"Get moving. I want 20 push ups."
Then I add with an evil tone. "On top of each other."
"20 laps around the yard and you'd better not disobey me." My voice isn't overly loud but very threatening, which si something I've picked up from the men I work with.
With my baton in hand I wait for them to set themselves in motion but before Ruze takes off I let him know.
"An army doesn't work without leaders and followers. We need people who can execute orders no matter what the cost may be. If you think running around in your underwear is a challenge try whipping an old, broken man, who's stolen a loaf of bread in district 9."

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Gently a drop splashes onto Vy's shoulder. It's difficult not to ignore with the lack of cloth questioning if it was water or not. Another one, on open skin. Not the first time she's been out here without a shirt, but it's obviously not the same now. Eyes travel up to meet with the darkening sky. Clouds moving in on the bright sun, yet still not blocking it completely. Before her eyes can travel back down to the floor they stop at a large window on the staircase. Two idiots career's enjoying the view, and probably wondering what the hell is going on. Probably already predicting a Higher Rank will be joining the scenery soon. Maybe they even know another half-naked cadet will be to.

Either way Vy instinctively shoots them the bird. For some reason the lack of Strong being here has Vy's self kicking back in. They only laugh back though, but it does make them scatter off. She crosses her arms for coverage again, her mind far off into what's going on with Jeran. Obviously not that far as the door swings open and both walk into the light rain shower. Now it's only boxers providing his clothing. Something only she should have the right to see. Or maybe in this case no one but the right girl. His eyes don't even bother meeting with Vy's, though hers stare at his as if pleading for a moment of connection. Just a quick glance so she'll know this'll all be alright...but no, still nothing. Because this is far from alright.

Quickly Vy snaps out of it and straightens to attention. Her mind on the other hand is still in a whirlwind of regret. Not so much of what happened, but the fact that she remained silent. While he fought for her shirt back and faced even further consequences, she just stood there and followed orders. If only he knew how sorry she was. First thing's first though, and they need to get through this.

Before an order's given, Strong's kind enough to point out the audience they've acquired. Guess the boys only ran off to get their friends. None of that really matters to Vy as long as her roommates aren't apart of that crew. Instructions pull her focus from the window and back to what they have to go through. Just get the punishment over with. Instead of just laps, pushups are added in along with the command to do them on top of each other. As if this wasn't embarrassing enough. But how is that even possible?

"On top of each other, Ma'am?" Vy finally finds her voice. The moment alone did help a little. Her face, along with her voice, completely baffled. Even if she's unable to picture it, it doesn't sound good.

[*]

Walking down to the punishment area, Jeran takes it with stride. His posture keeps well straight. His eyes don't meet with a single cadet on the way down, so his fellow comrades that started making comments or catcalls is completely ignored. Instead, his vision is in front of him and staring down the outline of the one that caused him to become improperly exposed. His father was right. Women are a source of trouble. From the time that he was young, he was always badgered about the presence of a woman making one weak. He often hated that his only friend was some little girl that seems to cause more trouble than she was worth.

Now? Oh how he's going to hate to have to admit to his father that he was right. He doesn't deserve that privaledge. Instead, he'll never learn of this. It's not his place to hear about what's going on at the academy. If he remembers correctly, it was his father who gave him the distinct comment that he'll never make it there and he'd be home sooner than he thinks and simply at guest.

A very low grunt comes from his mouth as he whispers to himself under his breath. With those inaudible words, he keeps his hands directly straight by his side and keeps his vision away from Peacekeeper Strong.

Her taunts about people staring is passed through one ear and out the other until she gives out the orders about the laps and the push ups while the other person is going to be the weight. For him, that is plausible, but the thought of laying on Vy's back as the weight is hightly improbable. His weight would crush her and with dangerous glare, he is about ready to walk out of the academy. With each word, it has his temper wanting to flare up. Something that he's highly unlikely to do except in extreme cases and for some reason, this woman that stands in front of him is causing him nothing but that feeling to come to a head. Even Vy don't help when it's her voice that questions the woman as well.

"An army doesn't work without leaders and followers. We need people who can execute orders no matter what the cost may be. If you think running around in your underwear is a challenge try whipping an old, broken man, who's stolen a loaf of bread in district 9."

A heavy sigh escapes his lips. Then a sudden intake of air has him speaking once again, out of order, but this time, he's more than ready to deal with the punishment.

"Ma'am." He begins, waiting for her eyes to flash him a regretful glare. "I'll do the laps twice over for you, I don't care. I took off my pants to follow orders, but if you want me to injure my fellow cadet by taking your orders, then you might as well send me packing. She has done nothing wrong to accept this punishment. You said you needed leaders. I intended to become that leader. If you want a leader, then give me a chance and train me. Unless, you want me as a follower? Then I'll follow you for my dismissal." Jeran's eyes darken and for a moment, his fingers flex at his sides. It's taking everything he's got not to walk away without his higher ranking officer's reply. Yet, he manages to keep calm and await her final decision.

[Jack Lexington]

Again the guy dares to speak up. Peacekeeper Strong doesn't appreciate it one little bit. While the girl finally does what she's supposed to and simply follows an order, he doesn't think it's a good idea.
She quedtions what on top of each other means but he once again disobeys.
"Are you thick? She lays down facing you, you do your push ups. It doesn't hurt anything but your pride. I think what you do were about to do on my floor is very close to this exercise...go on!" Her tone is commanding, letting them know she won't take no for an answer.
A mental note is made that Cadet Ruze keeps questioning orders but actually stands up for a fellow cadet.
"Would you stand up for a male fellow cadet as well?"

The rain that's comming down makes the whole exercise less enjoyable for her as well, so she takes out her club and yells.,"Get a move on if you don't want to spend the whole night outside."
With that she turns to look at the gathered crowd on the windows.