The halls of the new Survey Corps HQ are quiet as Jackson slinks along through heading out into the stables. He feels bad almost, having not told anyone-not even Levi for that matter-that he's been sneaking off in the middle of the night just for the pub not too far from there but he was worried they'd judge him for another little part time 'job' he had aside from killing Titans. Racing off through the night, he pulled to a stop at the pub entrance tying his horse up, petting his mane soothingly before taking a deep breath and started inside still glancing around nervously incase anyone had followed him though he hoped that wasn't the case. This was one of the few pubs around he actually liked going to: It had a nice air to it and although there were a few pub fights between drunks here and there it was overall very welcoming.
He indulges himself in the glorious of stench and utter bitterness of alcohol to rid of those horrid memories of them distasteful soulless titans. Even for a second he hopes to drown those recurring thoughts of innocents sacrificial deaths, the haunting shrills for help and the images of those demonic eyes filled with greed and hunger. WHat do these creatures survive on? where did they come from? how were they created? These questions continue to linger upon the mind of an adolescent boy who could've had a normal life of fun and new experiences, if only those spawned from satan hadn't found their way beyond Wall Maria. He sighs with dread, only tonight shall he enable these thoughts to consume him only tonight. Tomorrow, he'll get over his haggard hangover and become an entirely new person. A new day being someone strong and persevere; a warrior. A new day of slaughter. A new day of innocent deaths that cannot be repented for. A new day of sacrifices. A new day that has yet to be accomplished. For now he drowns himself in depression tomorrow he rises to the front lines towards a new day. Whether he loses a limb or his head tomorrow he doesn't know, but he'll always look forward to a new day.
Name: Alex
Age: 16 (and a half)
Position: Survey Corps
Rank: Soldier (oh gosh, I don't really know the ranks even though I watched all of the first season. ^^; sorry, I hope soldier counts.)
Writing Style: Both (but I prefer 3rd)
Password: Eren Yeager