Oh physical training, the bane and sometimes joy of Delilah's time in the ATC. While it wasn't like P.E, which was completely unnecessary for her, at least in her eyes, it was still...so bland, so repetitive. She was positive she didn't need to be here. However, it gave her a chance to smell the sweat, the fear, sometimes the blood of the other candidates. Which was so appetizing, yet torturous.
Her black eyes were always following them, turning red slowly as she watched them go at it. She was sure one day there would be an accident. As of yet she hadn't gotten a hold of anyone alone to have this "mishap" occur. To her it was only a matter of time. She really hoped she would find some sort of masochistic candidate that wanted to be bitten. There were plenty of those people outside the ATC, she hadn't had the pleasure of meeting someone like that on the inside yet. She'd heard interesting rumors though. Very interesting.
One of the instructors was motioning to her now. She looked down at herself then behind her. Yup, had to be her. The Instructor gave her a look of complete anger. Delilah hadn't been much of a participant from day one. Of course they hadn't let her near many of the other candidates originally either. She sauntered over next to the instructor.
"Apply what we've learned Candidate Mackie." Delilah looked up eyes red as she got closer to the Pilot. She shook the smell and instinct from her mind. Trying not to let loose on a Pilot of all people, that would have been a very bad choice. Her eyes moved to the other Candidate the Pilot was motioning at. The hurried way they did so must have meant they could tell what she was thinking.
Of course they could.
She almost wanted to think about past attacks just to creep them but she let her eyes drift over to the other candidate across from her and started to ready her body.
