Spirit Rebellion [Inactive]

Flare

Flare

The Knight of Fire, And Walker of Phoenix
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Spirit Rebellion - Escape the horrible world below and find a way to live on the surface


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The earth... disconnected broken apart, the water of the oceans pour into the core. The molten center now a solid mass where we were forced to live for so many years. I, the leader of the rebellion, have decided to take back the surface... and even further to find the few that made it out to the surrounding Land masses.. I can't exactly call them countries anymore since they've been broken up in so many different ways, oh and ever since the earth has split...

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Flare updated Spirit Rebellion with a new update entry:


Cor

Cor, in the caverns is the form of currency. They are small, rectangular pieces of crystal found down in the caverns. Colors correspond value
Blue Cor = 1


Green Cor = 5


Red Cor = 10


Silver Cor = 20


Clear Cor = 50


Rainbow Cor = 100


Spirit shard Cor = 100,000


This is relative... I put the numbers there so you get the idea I am sure. Each character starts off with 15 Blue Cor. Spend it wisely.
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Flare updated Spirit Rebellion with a new update entry:


Accepted Characters!

  1. Blank Cross (M)
  2. Fiona Marshall (F)
  3. Blythe Dartz (F)
  4. Domixila Crawn (F)
  5. Lyson Samsāra (M)
  6. Karrie (F)


Need 1 more male before we start T-T
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Blank came to a large opening where he could see the slightest glimmer of light. Looking up the ceiling and down across the wall he saw what appeared to be a path leading up to the surface. Looking up to the light Blank falls to his knees and screams out as loud as possible. “I finally have somewhere to go!”


Suddenly Blank was blind sided by a quick moving flash. Out of no where he was on the ground and his right ribs felt like they were broken. Looking around he saw a blue horned beast, almost like a ram, standing on two feet readying to charge again. Blank stood as fast as he could and ran away from where he was attacked. He was hit again feeling his left shoulder pop out of place making an obscenely large noise. Blank still ran away as fast as he could trying to escape the beast. Once he was in the shadows of the cavern again the best would not cross over, it stayed in the light breathing heavily staring at Blank with it’s crimson eyes, letting out a breath and turning around and leaving him. Blank confused and now unable to fight limped back to the town as well as he could, and with the the town in sight, “I will rest... I will become stronger... I will make it to the surface.” he said to himself holding his dislocated shoulder. Blank looked up to see Blythe standing there at the usual meeting point. As their eyes met, Blank fell to the ground. "Mother... Father.... I shall see you soon in the midst of the world above. I swear it." His face hit the ground and he was out cold.
 
Blythe frowned down at Blank for a moment, she had moved his body against the wall of the cavern with a wet cloth on his forehead as she examined his wounds


"Dummy, you aren't going to die just yet," She mumbled mainly to herself seeing as how he was out cold, lifting her head up she looked toward where Blank had ran from, questions on who had hurt Blank like this and why. Grabbing a hold of his arm she put a bit of pressure on it before counting down to three and hoping that he didn't feel this in his sleep, the moment she counted to three she forced his arm to pop back into place; sadly she couldn't do anything about his ribs but she knew this his ribs were fractured and wouldn't take to long heal. Biting her bottom lip Blythe wondered if the person who attacked Blank would sooner or later come back to get the both of them and finish the job.


"Let's go," Blythe grumbled as she put one of Blank's arms over her shoulder and carefully lifted as much of his weight up as she could before making her way to the mansion.
 
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Leo stood leaned against a cavern wall alone staring at the fire he had put together with a flint rock and dried moss he had found growing on the walls of the caverns. Moss didn't hold a fire for long but he was grateful for the bit of light he had currently. He had heard rumors of something in the Caverns with the people, something that might or might not be human. It was an interesting thought to Leo, but then, it was just another boring story that most likely wasn't true as rumors tended to be.


Leo watched the fire and was entranced by it's simple imagery of light that danced and created sometimes amazing shadows along the cavern walls. He tossed more dried moss into the fire when he noticed the flame growing smaller and dimmer and grinned when he felt the heat from the flame intensify once more. The world around him was silent, nothing made a sound other then the crackling of the flames as it burned away dried moss and this was a ecstatic moment for Leo.


Never one for conversation, Leo still didn't mind people, which was most likely why he had failed to make any friends among the others of the Caverns. Leo thought he heard a slight commotion in the distance of the cavern hallways, and yet he didn't feel much like really checking out what it might be.


Leo thought of his father for a brief second and remembered an old saying his father had once told him. By his father's own words, it had been passed down from the generations of the Jotun family bloodline.


" A single flicker of candlelight can potentially be the ultimate weapon against darkness" his father had once told him as Leo wrestled with keeping the fire going.


" Candlelight huh? Where was your candlelight dad? Darkness must've obviously put it out" Leo said to himself bitterly.


Frowning, Leo pushed away the thoughts of his father and began to toss more dried moss from the cavern walls into the fire.
 
There was a loud clanging of a hammer against steel as Fiona worked on a new piece of armor for her brother. She had been at it for hours. Her once white shirt was now stained an ugly grey from soot and grime from working with the metal. Sweat dripped down her face from under the backwards facing baseball cap that held her hair out of her face. Lifting the heavy chest plate with a pair of tongs she shoved it back into the hot coals until it glowed red. Stepping on the pump on the floor she added more air to the furnace and let the temperature rise for a moment before she pulled it out and set it on the anvil again.


Her hammer clanged against the armor again as her father entered. The man was tall, he had to duck to enter the small workshop on the corner of the cross property. He had pale hair that was cropped short and a shaggy beard that clung to his face. The man stared at her in silence for a few long minutes. In his hands was a small plate, a sandwich. "Fi, put the hammer down and eat something. You've been in here all day."


"I'm not hungry." She mumbled, her eyes still trained on her work.


"Eat." He reached over and grabbed the hammer from her hand mid swing. "I won't tell you again."


"Why bother, It's not like..." She froze for a moment and then looked out at the yard.


Her father's gaze followed her. "Shit." He set the hammer and sandwich down before talking off in a run towards the teenagers staggering into the yard. Fiona was right on his heels. The big man easily took Blank from the girl and carried him onto the property. He was headed towards the house. Fiona hadn't been this close to Blank in years, it pained her, that realization, made her own chest hurt. It wasn't her fault though, it was her father who made her give up her childhood to fulfill their family's duty to his. Now Blank could hardly stand her it seemed. But that didn't matter now, she could see something, something terribly wrong. The was a thick black... it looked like smoke almost, swirling around his chest and shoulder, clinging to him.


Fiona gasped and put a hand over her mouth. "The infection..." She mumbled.


Her father stopped dead in his tracks and looked hard at her. He didn't say a word just changed course and headed past the house to the small pond that was hidden on the back of the property. It was tucked back in the crevices of the rocks and crystals that lined the walls behind the cavern. If you didn't know it was there, you'd never find it. "Fiona, come take his weapons." Obeying, the girl, stripped her childhood friend of his weapons and anything else she though shouldn't get wet. Clutching them in her arms she watched as her father carefully waded into the pond with Blank and lowered him into the water. There was something special in the water something that would fix this. Fiona watched her barely conscious friend in the water and watched as the blackness that swarmed his torso slowly dwindled.
 
Leo noticed more commotion as he had finally run out of usable dried moss, and the fire had finally died out. Someone had spoken of someone named Blank being injured off in the distance as voices echoed down through the halls of the Caverns. Leo had never spoken to Blank before, but it had become obvious that Blank was no small character in the people's lives of the Caverns. Obviously well known, or something similar to that. Leo was unsure if he had ever seen this Blank before, and come to think of it, whether he was male or female.


Leo grew curious. He wanted to see this individual named Blank. Curiosity rarely got the better of Leo, but he figured he could allow it just this once just to see this Blank person and see what the fuss he heard over the passing of time had been about. Though he also had no idea where to look for him. Leo wasn't technically a doctor of any sort. But his mother had taught him the basics of medical aid, so he knew how to tend to wounds or stitch them up if need be.


He found a random girl, and asked her where to find Blank. He was given directions to a individual's home who was named Fiona Marshall at some mansion. Leo decided to take his chances and following the directions, he arrived just in time to see several people disappear, behind the mansion carrying someone.


Leo had never been one to pry in other people's business, but curiosity had completely overcome him. He followed them behind the property, and therefore caught sight of the pond where a older man held a younger man into the water, and two other girls watched intensely. Leo noticed from their body language that this individual who seemed wounded must be precious to them. Leo envied that, but he pushed such useless emotions away.


Leo wondered if they needed him to stitch the wound or some other kind of medical help that Leo was sure he could provide, knowing he would most likely be disliked for what he figured might be trespassing, he still took the chance and approached them with an offer to help if help was indeed needed.
 
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It's black.. nothing but black and... evil. Where am I? Blank's voice echoed through the black plain. "Can I really have died!?" Blank said to himself standing in the dark abyss. "Hello...?" Emptiness greeted Blank's voice once again. A small sphere of light began to gather in front of Blank,"Hello, my child." It said calmly.


Blank's eyes focused after being over saturated with light. "Son? ..... Son!?" He screamed. Looking at the orb of light growing larger. "Come on now you have to wake up my child. Even the Marshall's daughter wants you awake." The orb said in a clear feminine voice. Blank's eyes swell with water "Mother! I.. I can't make it, it feels like I am drowning..." Blank begins to float in the middle of the darkness. "Nonsense, you are a Cross. You shall swim and survive." Blanks closed his eyes and suddenly could feel the water begin to surround him, wetting his hair, and his feet. He felt weightless in the midst of an ocean.


Blank drifted for a while like this until he felt pressure on two parts of his back and heard a faint voice. Faint, yet stern. A large man to be sure,"Marshall..." Blank said to himself. Blank began to move against the currents he thought he felt beginning to thrash and spin trying to find a way out of this place. Blank focused for a moment and final felt something inside him stir, a new found strength. Blank focused on the pressure on his back and pushed off of it. Before he could realize the people around him he looked straight up and saw the low glimmer of spirit water reflecting off of the ceiling of the caves.


Blank mustered one word as he finally became conscious. "Fiona." He said sitting in a daze un aware of the people around him.


Blank stood up in the water and removed his shirt. "I hate damp shirts.." He said realizing where he was. Behind my home... in the sacred spirit grotto... I remember the book I read, that my mother wrote..Blank began to turn around as and in the corner of his eye he spotted Mr. Marshall and Fiona sitting on the edge of the water waiting for him to emerge.
 
Lyson had been keeping to the shadows. He saw Blank being attacked, but was all aware that the boy could get away. When he saw the young girl tend to him, he knew she could handle the situation and allow himself to go after the beast. Silently tracking the beast, creating small instances of sound near the ram to guide it into a corner. It looked nervous, unaware of what or whom was doing this to it. Lyson, from the ledge above the ram, soared down upon his unaware victim. Taking his dagger into the beast's spinal cord. It fell limp to the ground paralyzed from the separation of its spine. With a final whine, it looked upon Lyson with its scared eyes as he slit the beast's throat. Ending its misery.


"No longer shall you harm the younger ones. They have too much in store for themselves to be taken by the likes of you." he said solemnly as he wiped his dagger clean and put it away. Lyson proceeded to drag the ram to the entrance of the cavern. The young ones gone now, he placed the ram's body at the entrance and proceeded to make his way to see how the boy was doing.
 
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The cavern expanded and the rocky ceiling advanced a couple of feet. A sure sign of settlers nearby. Ven hiked toward civilization or what passed for it around here. He left his village miles and miles behind him. This colony seemed more advanced in using materials. Walls and houses instead of thatched roofs. Ven slowed his pace and noticed that this town had a larger population too. He followed the trail and paused to study the most expensive house he had ever seen. Ven scoffed. Look at the poverty level of some of the other villages, and this guy can afford a mansion? Ridiculous. Ven pursed his lips.


According to here-say and rumor, this town had a blacksmith with enough skill to resurrect his scattered dagger. Ven circled the streets and got annoyed when he couldn't find the shop right away. The other vendors laid out their wears, but no sign of any weapons. People noticed a new comer in their ranks and narrowed their eyes as Ven passed. The town probably didn't get many visitors. Mostly criminals walked the caverns, or worse. Ven avoided the valuables and kept a distance between himself and the stands. The word thief floated from their minds to his. Ven stopped a man on the street and asked for directions. "Where is the blacksmith?" Ven said. "I need to speak with him."


The older man squinted at Ven, turned, and pointed toward the mansion. "But I wouldn't go now if I was you. There was an attack--"


"Thanks." Ven passed him. He headed toward the mansion.
 
The girl huffed light, she was laying on the ground after her mentor beat her once again. She sat up slightly and looked to her with a small smile "So how am I doing?! " Domixila's mentor, Chaitu, only laughed softly and kneeled beside her. "You're doing great..don't worry about it, you're progressing further each day. " This caused Domixila to smile a little more, though it soon disappeared as they heard a horrible shout, she quickly got up on her feet and examined the area around her. Xila was the first to spot them, they were heading towards the mansion and the male looked badly hurt. She took a step forward to see what was going on but stopped as a hand took her arm, Xila turned to look at Chaitu questionably. "They've got enough help, we'll go check on them at a better time, Xila" She sighed softly and nodded her head, before turning to face her. "Alright, let's continue your training.." Xila was halfway learning to work with shadows "so..do you think I'll get to meet him one day?" She questioned while she started to stretch, by him, she meant Lyson Samsāra, one of the people she was told that had already mastered things to do with shadows and neat things like that. When Chaitu told her someone had already possessed such a gift, she couldn't wait to be able to master it herself and hopefully be the better one with it. (agh, sorry for a late entrance and a bland starter 3; )
 
Fiona was sitting at the side of the pond chewing on her lower lip as she stared hard at the body of her best friend floating listlessly in the cool water. She hated this. All of this, the waiting, the him not talking to her. She wanted to slap him, scream at him and ask him what the hell he was thinking for abandoning her to go gallivanting off with with... her eyes shifted over to the other young woman a few feet away, with Blythe. She was pretty, Fiona couldn't deny that. And she wasn't a slave. No wonder Blank went for her.


Her calloused hand rubbed at the bumpy scar that wrapped around the back of her hand where she had tried to catch molten iron once a few years ago. It was a stupid mistake. She had thought maybe Blank would come to check on her since the third degree burns killed most of the feeling in that hand, but no, he ignored her like every other day. Letting out a sigh, Fiona looked down to the weapons and things piled at her side. "Shit..." She mumbled. "These need fixed." she was just talking to herself, she needed a distraction.


Then Blank finally stared to move, to talk. Fiona nearly jumped to her feet. But the word he said, wasn't what she had been expecting. Her name came from his lips. Cheeks burning a bright red, Fiona simply stared at him as he stood and stripped his wet shirt off throwing it to the side. She swallowed hard, confused as to why he would be thinking about her, she thought... she thought he had moved on, erased her from his life completely. "I'll clean this shirt for you and fetch you a new one." Her father's voice caused her to blink and broke her from her bewildered thoughts.


"Dad!" There was a shout from across the yard.


"That's Jason." Fiona mumbled. She looked quickly at Blank and then took off running after her father. As she rounded the corner she found her brother standing face to face with a stranger in the yard, his sword was drawn and pointed at the young man's throat.


"Who the hell are you? What are you doing here? This is Cross property. Leave now, or I will strike you down." Jason threatened.


Fiona frowned. Her brother was a good guard and a good fighter. He would never let anyone get close enough to do harm to Blank, but he wasn't the smartest. Talking and negotiating weren't exactly his thing. If this guy was just lost, Jason could easily kill an innocent man. It wouldn't be the first time. "Dad do something!" She hissed before looking back to see if maybe Blank had followed. It'd be even worse if this guy was one of Blank's friends and her brother accidentally killed him.Then there would really be no hope of saving their friendship.
 
Blythe bit her bottom lip as she hoped that Blank was alright but she didn't say a word seeing as how it was obvious that Blank knew these people and Blythe just wasn't good with people she didn't know. Standing up at the sound of commotion she looked out to see the girl who Blank had called out to telling her father to do something about the man standing outside and pretty much interrogating a boy.


It had nothing to do with Blythe since she was just here for Blank so she stayed out of it, she just watched the action unfold while silently wondering if Blank knew whoever it was that was on the property.


"Do you know that person?" Blythe asked Blank with a raised eyebrow at her friend, there weren't many people that she knew here since she didn't bother to meet other people.


(sorry its so short, I didn't know what to type >.<)
 
"No, I don't know who that is. Blythe, you shouldn't be in here. Please get out." Blank said calmly walking out of the water and cracking his knuckles. He walked out of the small cave behind his house. "I wonder who would come unannounced to my mansion, and cause a commotion with the Marshall estate. Blank, soaked in the special water, started to make his way to the commotion taking place in his yard. "Excuse me, could all tell me why I woke up in a pond next to you lot with this man in my yard?"


Blank stared suspiciously at the man standing so calmly with a sword pointed at, and had a sign of relief in his eye when he saw the blade. "You are here for a black smith aren't you?" Blank said tracing the man's gaze to the edge of the sword. "I don't know who you are, but these two are the best Smiths you'll find in, on, or around earth these days. Any question you have can go to Mr. Marshall." Blank said, but then shifted his gaze to Fiona. "However, the master crafted items you see are only forged by Fiona. She is truly one of the best." Blank said with his eye's meeting with Fiona's. Blank reached out his hand to Fiona and smiled,"I am sorry I have been so distant Fi, I didn't want you to worry to much about what I was doing, I had to go through a lot of pain to get here." Blank said, bringing Fi's attention to his chest. Blanks chest was scared so heavily there were gouges of muscle and skin missing. The most recent wound, since it was a normal wound now, was scared over from the water.


Looking at Mr. Marshall, Blank laughed a bit. "I bet I could go toe-to-toe with your old man here." Blank said laughing,"But all jokes aside... I am sorry." He sighed and pulled his hand back away from Fi and looked away from her. "I shouldn't be apologizing though I have done some really messed up things these last couple of years, I haven't spoken to you and I haven't even made eye contact. I think I was trying to protect you from everything that happened to me." Blank's fist became a ball and his voice began to choke. "I am just a lost boy,looking for his parents..." He said with a single tear. His hair still wet and his body still glistening from the drops of spirit water on his body and a lone piece of uncut red crystal shard hanging from his neck sitting on his chest. Blank's face lit up instantly, and Blythe, had started coming over near the crowd keeping her distance, since she only conversed with Blank. "I found a way out of this place!" Blank said with and excited look on his face. Form some reason, the water on Blank began to evaporate from his shoulders leaving little puffs of steam, that were almost unnoticeable. "I was out in the caverns and I saw it... A path from the floor to the top! It's only a 6 hour walk!" Blank said looking back up at everyone again. I want everyone here to come with me!" He said pointing a specifically Fi.
 
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Blythe followed along but she stayed in the back and away from everyone else, she was wary and stiff around them as her eyes watched any movement to close to her. She was cautious about who they would run into on their 6 hour walk seeing as how Blank and ended up injured earlier, Blythe unconsciously put her hand on the bow that was around her shoulders, she was ready to get an arrow from her quiver; for a minute Blythe felt as if being prepared so much like this was ridiculous, especially since their pretty much in a big group and Blythe was hoping that the people they walked with here as great of a warrior as they seemed. With a sigh Blythe calmed herself down and began to take quiet breaths as she knew for sure that it wasn't a time for a panic attack; pushing all negative thoughts out of her mind she stayed ready for an attack but she was less tense about it now. Her main focus was to get out of the caverns as soon as possible, her hope on seeing the sun was dwindling with each passing day and Blythe didn't like that her faith in a dream was so small... let's just hope they all get out, alive.
 
Fiona looked from her brother back to Blank as he started to speak to the stranger that showed up on his property. The tenseness in her body seemed o fade as he started to speak of her and her father's skill in a forge and their craftsmanship. Then her old friend turned to her and reached out for her. She took a half step back, eyes wide, almost scared. He started talking about why he left her behind. Listing all the reasons why he didn't talk to her, why he ignored her and wouldn't meet her gaze.


He moved on to some idea of leaving. Going to the surface. Fiona's heart almost stopped in her chest as a stabbing pain radiated outward. Was he insane? Was he really going to leave her for good? For real this time?


"That's bullshit!" She shouted, now oblivious to her brother or the stranger he still held at sword point behind her.


"Fiona!" Her father scolded her. "Watch your tongue."


"No!" Her eyes were trained on Blank. "That is just a load of shit!" She clenched her small fists at her sides. "You are my best friend, and you just abandoned me. We used to do everything together, you know I'd help you do anything! We used to talk about finding your parents together, why do you think you'd have to do that alone?" She ran her hand over her face, trying to wipe at the tears in the corners of her eyes. She had wanted him to talk to her for years. But this just felt wrong. "Nothing, nothing for what? twelve years? Not one word, not one glance... And now you just want to be all buddy buddy again?" She ripped her hat off and flung it at him hitting him square in the chest. "F!#@ you!"


She turned on her heel and rushed back to her forge. "Fiona!" Her father yelled at her. He turned back to Blank. "I'm so sorry, please forgive her." He begged the young man of the house. He simply shook his head and turned to look back at the man that had wondered onto the land. He urged his son to lower his sword. "So... forgive my son, and my daughter. It it is alright with Mr. Cross, we will help you with whatever you need from our forge."


Fiona crawled up onto a box of supplies in the corner of the forge and pulled her knees up to her chest. Wrapping her arms around them she stared over at the hot coals of the fireplace across the room thinking about what she had said to Blank. "Damn... I really messed that up." She kicked her leg out and hit a box of tools, scattering them across the floor.
 
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Ven tracked the man's movement as he sheathed his sword. Blood dripped from the spot on Ven's neck. He wiped the scratch with his sleeve--nothing stained black after all. If the blacksmith could make such a sharp weapon then Ven believed the rumors. Shouting matches and threats aside, he would make use of their services. Ven wouldn't last long traveling without the without a weapon. The scattered blade was wrapped in cloth at the bottom of his backpack. Ven collected it, taking care not to spill the dozen or so broken shards. He passed the bundle to the older man but he suspected the girl was the better wielder. Or at least that's what he'd been advised.


His eyes traveled downwards to the young man injured. Ven scanned his body but couldn't detect obvious wounds. Another casualty of the caverns? He sounded delusional and all around too sappy with trying to make up with his girlfriend. Ven exhaled. "It would take a miracle to reach the surface." It wasn't his business, but Ven knew the trails. "And it's dangerous." Bodies left unburied, murderers, and thieves--Ven wondered what this spoiled kid thought he knew about the caverns.


"Can my dagger be saved?" Ven tried for the man's attention. "Could you give me a price estimate?"
 
Blank ignored the man's statement and began to walk past him towards the shop. "No... no, no, no! I can't. I won't let this be the end of our friendship!" Blank screamed running to the Marshall's home. As he approached he lost track of thought and ran back and around to the forge where she was sitting. "I want you to come to the surface so I never have to be apart from you, after the hell I have gone through to make sure it was possible for us to even go!" He screamed again. "You and I are meant to be together... We aren't meant to be split up! That is the only reason I kept coming back to the mansion..." Blank dropped to his knees and began bowing to Fiona. "I can't ask you to forgive me. I would spit in my face and walk away, but if you can find it in your heart.." He stopped himself from groveling. "I am here.. As a member of the prestigious Cross family, bowing so that I may prove to you!" Blank, in his rambling, didn't realize what he said, as true as it was in an assortment of different ways. Blank hasn't made eye contact with Fi since he stepped in. He knows it is here, he can hear the tears still dripping off her face, he knew it had to be her. It was the same sniffles from when they were kids. Blank, had just unknowingly proclaimed his attraction to Fiona.


"I know you hate me, but I can't say I feel the same. After all you haven't done anything wrong, and even now you rush to my aid when I came back bleeding to death, Thank you Fiona." Blank finally looks up to see Fi's face lit up like a red ballon and a thought of confusion crosses his mind. Did I say something wrong..?
 
Blythe just sat back with her head in her hand, she was getting a bit bored and the fact that she didn't know any of these people didn't help out before she bit her bottom lip.


"Does anyone have a book I could read?" She had forgotten to get the book from her room and now she had nothing to do, it was bad enough that her boredom was growing quickly. With a tilt of her head she had hoped that she didn't cause to much attention on her as she didn't want to converse with everyone, probably just one or two people at a team seeing as how she wasn't really use to meeting people at the moment.
 
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