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    life sucks, don't have a pity party

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    [fancypost bgcolor=translucent; border color = translucent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height:400px; overflow:auto][justify][size=7pt] Scratching at the cold wall fiercely with her torn-up fingernails, Adira dug in another dent to check off yesterday's coming to an end. Her little habit was the only way she could keep her few remaining parts of sanity in place. The seventeen year old needed to know the days, the months. Every day that drew to a close got her one step closer to ending her pain. Execution was inevitable, and lately Adira had yearned for it to come faster. No one had to feel anything when they were dead; even the numbness that had settled in now didn't satisfy the constant ache.




    Clashing and screaming hollered from the opposite side of her enclosed quarters, yet she promptly ignored it. Adira learned very early on from being in solitary to not wonder. Wondering that could never be settled led to an angry state of mind that could not be quenched.




    She kept to herself instead, bottled up in her own volcanic explosion. She had burst open three times since being confined, and the last winded her up in her own cell room; it was not a bad gig for someone like her. Adira had always been a people person, but quiet gave her a peace that she hadn't felt since her mother had been alive. She sat on her cot most days, legs tucked up under her, and went completely blank.




    The sounds from outside only grew louder, frustrating the already angered girl. The clanging of cell doors and whoops of teenagers confused Adira, but she quickly shut her eyes to snuff out the feeling. It'd drive her insane if she tried to work out what was happening.




    Then, the bolts of her jail room slid roughly to unlock. The squeaky, heavy door swung on its hinges, and two guards stood on the other side. Both of the men clutched at their guns, nervous to approach the girl that had attacked one of their own. One of them pushed his fellow guardsmen in, causing a smirk to erupt on Adira's face.




    "Come with me," the second guard stated coolly, eyeing the girl with suspicion.




    "It's not my birthday," Adira retorted. The only reason someone would be opening her door was if it was her day of trial. The seventeen year old had been keeping careful track, and today was not that day.




    Yet, the girl was not going to argue this one. If these guards wanted to cheat and get her execution over with, Adira was not going to stop them. The only thing worth living for now was her father, and he couldn't remember his name these days let alone his own daughter.




    As she suspected, the guards said nothing to Adira. Their enthusiasm was re-established from her lack of defense, and they seized her with one gruff hand each. The girl spit into one of their faces in protest towards the crude grasping; however, it seemed to put fuel into their fuses.




    They pulled her out after Adira refused to be dragged. It was pathetic to go out in such a way. She'd march to her own death if that meant her dignity would still be intact.




    The scene outside was what drew the girl back in. Prison cells were left open, and kids and teens alike were spilling out into the corridors with guards keeping their eagle eyes close. Everyone had this nervous energy that Adira felt instantly as she merged into the crowd.




    "What's going on?" she demanded from the guard to her left. In her mind, it appeared to be a massive execution about to take place. That couldn't be legal; the council would never allow it.




    Yet, a few friends of hers from her old prison cell had been recently put on trial and convicted for very minor things. Nothing should be put over that Chancellor's head these days. He could be guilty of any atrocity one had the time to think up. To Adira, he was the one who deserved to be behind a heavy, metal door.




    "You can't do this!" Adira yelled angrily, squirming under her guarded restraints. She lifted a lanky elbow and lunged it into the gut of the guy on her right. Instantly, both men fell back in a moment of surprise. That was all she needed. Adira lurched forward, maneuvering her way easily across the overfull prison section. It seemed to be about a hundred kids all bunched together in confusion, many more pounding on the cells to get out as well. The council must have grew tired of the stuffed prison; perhaps they wanted to downsize a bit.




    The felon snarled under her breath, dodging a burly boy with a scared expression on his pale face.




    "Prisoner on the run!" one of her guards were yelling. "Prisoner 205, halt!"




    Adira brushed aside his ugly voice and focused on getting herself out of this crowd. She'd gladly die, but not like this. She wouldn't be a number in a hundred. The seventeen year old wanted her death day to be her own.




    "Seize her, seize her!" the man was repeating, screams and cries rising through the group as the two guards pushed their way through and were joined by a dozen more. Adira never looked back. Her heart beat was thumping so loudly in her chest that she felt it in her temples. This was not the end. She'd dreamed of how she would go out, and this had not even made it on her list of top ten. She wouldn't be floated beside dozen upon dozens of prisoners just because the Colony was having space issues.




    Gnawing her bottom lip to keep her anger controlled, Adira leapt through a bunch of people, making her way to the exit with near ease.




    Then, a heavy force punched through her side, knocking the prisoner down to the hard flooring. Adira rubbed at her arm, kicking at the three guards that were trying to overcome her. She managed to give one a bloody nose and knock the breath out of another's lungs.




    The third thrust a syringe into her neck, seducing her quickly. Her knees let out one final kick before collapsing.
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    Adira woke up in a hazy blur. Her world was spinning like the tabletop her father and her had made when she was nine. The seventeen year hadn't been so disoriented since her ex-boyfriend convinced her to taste alcohol, and she learned that she was a light drinker. Her skull was pounding worse, though, that was the only difference.




    Pulling back in the seat she was strapped in, the convicted felon tried to recognize something around her. Nothing was ringing any memories, so she pushed her right foot forward to straighten out in groggy stupor. Feeling cramped in a small cell didn't even begin to describe the claustrophobia she was getting right now. Her chest was tight and her back ached from pressing up against a hard, make-shift chair screwed to a wall.




    "Welcome to the party," a boy sighed beside her, his eyes squinting under the dim lights. "You drool when you sleep."




    Adira growled, glaring at the teen beside her. "I wasn't sleeping, idiot," she snapped. "I was drugged."




    "Weren't we all."




    The seventeen year old never had this knotted feeling in her gut that prompted her to get the last word. She knew when speaking was useless, and honestly she'd much rather fume in her own hatred than talk to a bored kid.




    Besides, her time was better spent trying to discover a way out of this obvious trap. This was the council's plan of execution; Adira could sense it. It was very unorthodox but brilliant and effective.




    "Sneaky b*," Adira mumbled, pushing against the harness strapped to her chest. The restraints wouldn't give no matter how much strength the girl put into it.




    Then, after a spark of life revealed a screen in a corner of the crowded room, the Chancellor's face popped up in view. Kids started booing and calling out insults, but the seventeen year old merely smirked. She was a hell raiser, but when it was already being done, Adira liked to sit back and enjoy the fun.




    Guards shushed them from the only opening of the room, a few running over to slap the teens who wouldn't shut up. The convict glared at one passing by her, jerking her foot out to kick him in the shins.




    The man stumbled forward and doubled back in anger. "Who did that!" The boy sitting next to Adira pointed a slimy finger in her direction.




    "Butt off, Nosebleed," the felon growled.




    The man seemed to remember Adira, for an evil grin spread across his expression, erasing the steamy and pathetic disgruntled one there previously. "How's it going, Solitary?" the man addressed her crudely. The nickname wanted to be recalled in the seventeen year olds' brain, but she couldn't pinpoint who it was from.




    "Jog my memory, please," Adira blinked innocently, her mouth twitching upwards. "But who are you to me?" The question sparked another frown in the guard's face, satisfying the teen immensely.




    "You can't say you forget the face that put you in your tiny prison," the man defended, trying to be sly. He was failing.




    Adira remembered instantly but didn't let on. That slim-ball had insulted a friend of hers when she was in a community prison cell, and given he was the recent of her lashed-out anger victims, he was the reason she landed herself in solitary confinement.




    "You mustn't be very important," the girl retorted with a taunting, pity look dancing in her eyes.




    "Whatever," the guard murmured. "You'll be dead before you get to see your first sunrise on earth."




    Earth? What did this execution have anything to do with the ground? Adira glanced at the faces around her. It was a toss up between the kids looking scared or excited; some of them couldn't even get their facial expressions right, which somehow frustrated Adira.




    "What's going on?" the prisoner demanded, tone dead.




    Just then, on cue, the Chancellor's ugly mug started his prerecorded speech on-screen. He held a cunning smile and an arrogant stare.




    "Citizens of the Prison Station, welcome," he spoke calmly. Adira wanted to spit. How could he be so cool in a time of massive execution? He didn't even want to address the fact that the teens weren't originally from lock-up. They each had their own home station, but did the Chancellor care? Certainly not. "You are sitting here because you have been chosen." To die. "100 of you are going to the ground to test it's ability to sustain life. Consider this a privilege and be honoured to serve your people." The ground? Adira sat up straighter, trying to push out of her restraints. She had dreamt, like every Arker, about going to the ground since she was a child. "From this day forward, your sentences have been lifted, and if you land on the ground, you land free citizens. Go, make history and do your Chancellor proud." The rest of what he said was numb in Adira's ear. All her mind could focus on and toss around was the thought of planting her two feet onto solid earth. The sounds, the smells, everything would be different and wonderful. The Ark would be a distant, horrible memory filled with nothing but cowards and crooks.




    Then, Adira smiled. She was nearly done and away with all those bloody traitors and low-lives.




    Her father wouldn't even miss her, his mind was so far gone, but Adira did hope that medical continued to treat him in the way he deserved. He won't have anybody once she left, and he was always so quiet and seemingly depressed.




    Yet, other then that, the girl had no reservations. She spotted her cousin seated a few rows away, and Adira was satisfied. Her home had very slowly pushed her away as if it was working her towards being able to cut ties from them entirely.




    Her right wrist, however, sat heavier then the other, a metal wristwatch strapped and branded to it. It was a declaration from the Ark, clearing stating that they still owned her. Adira grunted in disgust. She wasn't entirely cutting ties, but she'd find a way to get the stupid thing off. She'd never be free until it was done.




    "May we meet again," the Chancellor was saying.




    "May we meet again," the 100 prisoners droned. Adira mumbled the overused, obnoxious phrase, looking off in a different direction. She didn't care for it much. When it was used, half the time the person didn't really mean what they said. They didn't care whether they met each other again or not. It was just a pleasantry, hardly used properly.




    That's when Adira's mind started to faze out. It had to so to keep her sane and not allow a bubbling fear of doubt rise in her gut. Holding her breath, her ringing ears cringed as the countdown got lower and lower.




    "3-2-1-"




    The feeling that commenced was unlike anything else. The felon's whole body shook and rattled, her chest pressed against her straps and compressed into a painful pressure. Was it suppose to be this rough of a ride? Were they suppose to be hurtling through space in a deathtrap meant to land on the earth or crash?




    Eyes squeezed shut, the teen let out a quiet cry to her mother, begging for her help. Her mom was one of the last good things in her life that she had lost, sending her spiralling out of control and landing her here. Adira had yet to decide if it had all been worth it. Her life meant little to her these days, but she certainly didn't want to give the council the satisfaction of her death.




    They had seemingly been falling forever until a warning alert told them to brace for impact, and Adira felt herself blacking out. Right before she did, her entire body jolted in an upward motion, and her eardrums began ringing.




    They had landed, but crash would have been a better and closer term for it.
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    Adira blinked wearily, forcing her senses to alert themselves to her surroundings again. One annoying light flickered on and off in the distance, but other then that, everything was pitch black.




    She gasped, feeling the tug on her straps loosen, and discovering that her restraints were undone. Yanking the seatbelt off of her thighs, chest, and shoulder, Adira attempted to stand up. Her untoned legs shook slightly near the shins, causing her to fall back into her seat.




    The boy beside her was knocked out, but most of the 100 were awake and wide-eyed. Figuring someone had to toughen up, Adira already felt stronger and more sure as she tried and succeeded standing the second time.




    Her almond shaped eyes squinted in the dark, setting themselves on emergency, glowing lines that led to a closed trapdoor. Adira grinned, sneaking over quietly and finger the handle with calloused hands. She tugged, clawed, and pushed at the door, barely being able to lift it a crack.




    "Hey, you, come help me!" she demanded in a frustrated breath. Once the prisoner had grabbed the opposite side, the two lifted the tightly shut flap together, opening the room up to the ground level below. Adira ducked and jumped, landing hard on the balls of her feet. "Get everyone down here, I see the exit!"




    The felon paced herself to the switch and the exit, hand twitching upwards to press down and release the locks. Adira hesitated for a mere second, wondering whether the air outside was as toxic as the Ark had always said.




    Yet, whether it was or wasn't, she was going to die anyway. Adira thrusted her arm out, hearing a swoosh and the sound of machines unlocking and releasing. A faint amount of light started to filter in through the lowering exit door. Adira blinked rapidly, trying to adjust her corneas to the shift of light. The metal exit hit ground, creating a ramp of sorts for the 100 to descend from. The 17 year old was at a lost. Trees, plants, greenery everywhere. It was a far cry from the greys and silvers of machinery. Taking a deep breath, a rush of new smells bombarded the teen, nearly causing a system overload in her brain. Quiet sounds buzzed and tweeted about, gentler on the ears than the humming of never-ending, running oxygen tanks.




    She took a few steps down the ramp, peering back to see if the others were following her. The honour of stepping foot on the ground first seemed to be all hers, and she wasn't going to take that lightly. Leaping from the middle of the exit's door, Adira felt her feet land more softly than usual onto dirt and grass.




    Her hands stuck out like a penguins flippers at her side as he brain tried to focus and take it all in.




    Earth. Home.
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    —"Badas." Aoife straightened up and watched as a small group of Natblida scampered over, dragging a young buck through the wilderness. Her lips pulled into a small smile as she saw Artigas leading the party, palm reaching his head and messing up his blonde hair. She parted her lips to add something more, but an ear-shattering yell caused the predator to lower her stance.




    —"Veida!"




    —Aoife turned to Artigas and placed both hands on his shoulders, looking at the young boy gravely. "Artigas, sen op oso mou snap hosa ona Tondisi. Nau!" As the Blackbloods scampered off, Aoife turned to walk the other way, finding a sturdy tree to climb. Her fingers found holds in the rough bark, making quick work of the trunk until she was amongst the branches and higher than the treeline. Lips pursed, she watched as something bright shot through the horizon, looking too much like a missile for it not to be.




    —"Heda!"




    —Aoife turned to the earth, green eyes solemn, and found herself staring down at the worried face of Anya, her mentor and friend. "Anya, I am not Heda yet. You know that." The young Commander turned away, back to the horizon where the missile disappeared off to. If it had gone that far, it would be a day's ride away. They could find out who sent the missile, who possessed such a deadly weapon in their grasp. "If it's Azgeda that attacked us, I could never..."




    —"Aoife, you need to get down from there. The sight has caused unrest in the village. I believe they think we're at war." Aoife sighed, knowing Anya was right. She clambered down, landing solidly on both feet before brushing her palms against her jeans. "The Blackbloods, have you sent them to the village?"




    —"I have. I will follow you to Tondisi." With a dismissive nod, Anya disappeared into the trees, leaving Aoife to ponder over the sight she saw. It flashed through her mind's eye, a burning speck growing larger as it broke through the atmosphere, but was it a missile? Looking back, Aoife had a feeling that it wasn't. It had come from somewhere too high, so it could not be a missile. Her eyes wandered over to the direction of the crash site, wondering what it might be, before turning around and walking back to Tondisi.




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    —Finished with her speech, Aoife stepped down from the pedestal to turn her attention to the village generals. The image of cowering Trikru was branded into her mind. The fear the shone so brightly in their eyes, the way they scrambled back into their huts, it reminded Aoife how fearful these villagers are. They are not gonas, not warriors. They are people who looked to her as their new leader, who saw her as salvation when she stepped out of the Conclave as the new Commander. She still had one more year before she could take up the throne, but still.




    —"Anya, gather the warriors. We will scout the crash site."




    —"Scout the crash site? Aoife, that was a missile. What do you expect us to find?"




    —"It was not a missile, Anya. Trust me on this. As your second, and as your Heda." Aoife watched her mentor, green eyes cold with firm determination. The way she held herself up, so stern and so predatory, like a coil ready to be released. "It was not a missile, and the sooner we find out what that is, the sooner we can bring peace to this village. I will not stand for this being a repeat of York. Nami?"




    —"Sha, Heda."




    —With that being said, Aoife turned to the rest of the warriors and raised her voice. "Ge yo ogud!" She looked at them each in the eye, watching as they straightened up in the presence of the next commander. The act satisfied her, and so she went on. "Ste yuj. Osir na set raun kom sheidgeda."




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      [li]Yfa! Oso don hon mou dina op! — Aoife! We found more food![/li]
      [li]Badas. — Wonderful.[/li]
      [li]Veida! — Invaders![/li]
      [li]Artigas, sen op oso mou snap hosa ona Tondisi. Nau! — Artigas, send our fastest horses to Tondc. Now![/li]
      [li]Nami? — You got it?[/li]
      [li]Sha, Heda. — Yes, Commander.[/li]
      [li]Ge yo ogud! — Be ready![/li]
      [li]Ste yuj. Osir na set raun kom sheidgeda. — Be strong. We will wait until nightfall.[/li]

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; height: 245px; color: white; font-size: 10px; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; margin-left: -7px;]Marrion had a dream.




    He'd had a number of dreams throughout his life; like many Arkers, as a child he'd wanted nothing more than to go down to Earth. To touch the flowers, smell the dirt, walk along beaches, swim in crystal clear lakes, breathe in the oxygen from a fresh, natural gust of wind. None of that placid man-made stuff. He'd spent his entire life around machines - these stories of Earth sounded so surreal, like something plucked from a child's imagination. It was all he had ever thought about.




    But reality was harsh. The only thing he yearned for, thought about, dreamed of nowadays was freedom - from this cell, from the dread that crawled up in his throat whenever he remembered that his eighteenth birthday was approaching fast.




    Yells roused Marrion from his sleep, pulling him from his dreams, placing him in his jail cell once more. He sat bolt upright, throwing the thin blanket off of his torso with calloused hands. He blinked drowsily, giving a soft groan. Something was going on outside, something big; just hearing the clamor made adrenaline pump through his veins. He stood, glancing briefly at his still sleeping cell mate before shuffling over to the large iron door. He stood on the tips of his toes, peering as best he could out the barred window about a foot above his head.




    There was a loud hiss, and suddenly the cell door began opening. Taken by surprise, Marrion gave a gasp and stumbled back, landing hard on the ground. His eyes narrowed as two massive prison guards stepped inside, hands behind their backs, expressions stony. He stood, panic rising in his throat like bile but not registering on his face. Were they taking him away? It couldn't be his eighteenth birthday already! [b]"What's g-"




    He didn't get a chance to speak.




    One of the guards punched Marrion so hard in the stomach that he keeled over, white light flashing across his vision. The other grabbed his shoulders, dragging him away while he was still struggling to re-gain his breath. The iron door shut soundly behind them.




    Still dazed from this sudden assault, he would take a few raspy breaths, still being shoved along by his two newest friends. Anger bubbled up in his chest like magma, threatening to spill over. What the hell was going on? This wasn't his execution, he knew that much; scores of other teenagers, undoubtedly other delinquents, seemed to be stuck in a situation similar to his own. They were all being herded towards a specific area. He furrowed his brows; he highly doubted this would be a happy little prison family meeting. Was the Chancellor resorting to mass genocide? Was that really what humanity had come to?




    The seventeen-year-old found himself fully recovered, though still a bit sore, by the time they had reached the general vicinity packed with the other kids. He noticed immediately that he wasn't handcuffed or retained; no one else seem to be either. He had to wonder why. Handcuff shortage, maybe? It didn't matter to him - it just made punching a lot easier.




    "Alright, runt-" The guard didn't get to finish his sentence. Marrion had whirled around on his heels and slugged the older man as hard as he could, right in the chin. He heard the satisfying cracking sound of the guard's jaw breaking as soon as his fist made contact. He'd planned on making a run for it then and there, but didn't get very far - a thick arm wrapped itself around his neck in a choke hold, keeping him in place no matter how much he thrashed and stuggled. He felt a sudden pinch of pain right above his shoulder, and the last thing he remembered was falling to the ground before his world fell into a dizzying blackness.




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    Marrion's head was throbbing; each pulse of pain sent through his mind painted the backs of his eyelids a dull red. He gave a soft groan, head rolling to the side, pale blue eyes fluttering open. Instinctively he tried to reach up to run a hand through his hair, but he found that he couldn't; his wrists were bound tightly to the chair he was now sitting in. Not only that, but he was additionally strapped in by a full-body harness, which was.. strange. What did they need that for? It seemed the other prisoners had ended up in a situation similar to his own. Huh.




    Still groggy from his seemingly drug-induced sleep, the teen looked over to his left. There was a girl in the chair next to his, still unconscious. She was probably around the same age as him, and wasn't too bad-looking, if he was being honest. It seemed he'd taken notice of her at the right time, because just then she stirred. He rose a single eyebrow, narrowing his eyes just slightly at her.




    "Welcome to the party," he offered, voice deep and crackly from disuse. "..You drool when you sleep." Was he trying to piss her off? No. He was just being honest, stating the facts. Probably not the best for a first introduction. Nevertheless, he recieved quite the interesting response.




    "I wasn't sleeping, idiot. I was drugged."




    Yeah, well, it was still sleeping. Marrion gave a soft snort of both amusement and annoyance. Jeez, did this chick have to act so high-and-mighty? "Weren't we all," he muttered sarcastically, tipping his head to the side. She likely elected to ignore him after that, which was perfectly fine with him. He gave a deep sigh and returned his attention to the dark screen in the middle of the room - at least, for a few seconds.




    He watched from the corner of his eye as the same girl tripped up a guard walking past, his own lips curving up a bit with a ghost of a smirk. When said guard inquired about the culprit, he turned to them, gesturing innocently in Adira's direction.




    "Butt off, Nosebleed."




    Hey, harsh! Marrion scoffed; he would've said more, but suddenly the huge monitor in the middle of the room flicked on. It flashed a plain white screen for about a minute, leaving the teen writhing with both fear and curiosity, until the Chancellor's huge face made it's appearance. Immediately Marrion's expression turned bitter, and he slumped down, throwing out some insults of his own with the rest of the crowd that momentarily drowned out the beginning of the speech.




    He was sure to listen carefully - if reluctantly - once everything quieted down. After all, this was likely an explanation of why they had been gathered - which meant either life or death for Marrion. After the first few words of the Chancellor's monologue, however, his attention faded and his thoughts ran haywire. He only caught bits and pieces.




    Ground. Test. Life. Honor. Sentence. Free.




    ..What? Why was this jerk talking about Earth?




    "May we meet again." Marrion heard the Chancellor, and all hundred of the other kids utter these familiar words, but he was too absorbed in his own confusion to chime in. Before he knew it, a new voice was counting down the seconds over a loudspeaker, and machinery hidden within the walls began pulsing and grinding. Something was happening - they were going somewhere, somewhere off the Ark. His world became a strange blur of dizziness and confusion; his stomach rose up into his throat as their free-fall-like descent began, other people were yelling, it was dark, machines were shrieking, the universe was flipping over and over and over... Gradually, the sounds around him died away, and he faded into unconsciousness.




    There was a certain tranquility about the little pod of prisoners once it wedged itself into the soft crust of the earth. No one spoke, no one moved, everything was still. And then, like an engine being re-started, seat belts were unbuckled, concerned voices rose up to break the silence. Everyone was up - except for Marrion, of course. He was still slumped over in his seat, eyes closed, body limp. Space travel had taken quite the toll on him.




    He awoke a minute later, lifting his head from sleep for the third time in the past hour. It took a little bit to grow accustomed to his surroundings, but he soon realized that he was in some sort of transportation ship. All the other seats were empty - the other ninety-nine were gathered at the mouth of a gaping door. Hastily he unbuckled himself and struggled to his feet, legs weak. He had a growing suspicion about what had happened, but it was so unlikely, so seemingly impossible that it was difficult to accept. He shoved past the others, warranting him a few cries of complaint, and found himself staring into the face of pure, natural beauty.




    Earth.




    A grin spread across his face, but before he could even get a word out his legs gave out from beneath him, and he fell off of the ship, face-planting onto the ground next to where Adira was standing.




    Great. His first moments on Earth, and he'd ended up on the floor with a mouthful of dirt. Which did not taste as good as it looked, by the way.




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    bang.
    bang.
    bang.




    sandrine emilie raven awoke to the sound of doors opening, flying against their walls, the hinges nearly breaking. people were shouting far away, their voices at first seeming distant, but beginning to echo in her skull, pounding on her brain. an alarm was sounding, too, all too loud and painfully, like the screams of a dying cat machinated.




    and suddenly everything came into sharp focus, terribly sharp focus, like a balloon being popped. she jolted upright on her bunk, and cast her eyes around to find the source of the disturbance. her cellmate was already on her feet, looking panicked.




    "they're killing us all, aren't they?" the younger girl whispered, and sandrine scowled.
    "they wouldn't dare," she replied, and made her way across the room to the door. as she reached it, it too was flung open, nearly sending sandrine flying. two guards entered, giving her no time to react before one grabbed her by the arm.




    "don't make a fuss," he ground out. "you're not going to be harmed."




    despite her earlier bravado, sandrine scoffed at this, and tried to wrestle her arm out of his gloved grip. he made a frustrated sound and cuffed her over the head, hard, sending her to the floor. she struggled to her feet and considered him for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. perhaps it was better not to fight - it wouldn't change her fate, whatever. so she let him lead her wherever he was taking her.







    when they gestured to a seat with the intention of strapping her in, however, she did finally protest. sandrine shoved the guard's arms away and made a show of fiddling with the belts herself, so he eventually backed off. she took the opportunity to survey her surroundings without his hindrance, and was amazed at what she saw.




    she was surrounded by other teenage delinquents, all at varying stages of being strapped into their seats, on some sort of ship, possibly. some of the teens were unconscious - they obviously had not been as obliging as her. she smirked privately; fat lot of use it had done them. sandrine preferred to save her energy for when it could actually be useful. like where they were going now.




    soon, some of the guards left, and the dropship departed. actually departed. they had left the ark. it was a miracle. god knew what they'd have to deal with when they arrived on the ground, if they even got there, but they'd made it this far. they were free.




    sandrine paid close attention to the chancellor's message amid the sounds of derision. there was no love lost between them but she had a vested interest in actually surviving, thank you very much.




    then came the countdown. and the impact.




    sandrine was thrown around in her seat, her bones jolting, her jaw knocking together. her head banged against her seat once, twice, thrice, and she began to feel increasingly dizzy, her vision fading and blurring. she felt the pressure on her chest, her lungs, her ears, and she hunched her shoulders in a desperate attempt not to hit her head again.




    and then it was over. there was a moment of stunned silence, a moment of remembrance for their old lives, a moment of realization. then almost everyone rose as one (except for one boy who lolled in his seat; what happened to him?) to head straight for the door. one girl attempted to prise it open, before yelling, "hey, you, come help me!" sandrine, for once being obliging, hurried over and together the hatch opened.




    one more level.




    the group raced towards the exit, the real exit, and the same girl opened it. in a flood of sunlight, the 100 caught their first real glimpse of the ground.




    and it was glorious.




    sandrine felt her mood uplifting, her spirits soaring, and actually felt the urge to scream in delight. they had made it.




    (hope this is okay c:)
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    [size=12px]Kanó was in one of his frequent bad moods. He'd been training as a Nightblood since he could lift a sword, and yet he still didn't understand why they acted the way they did. Constantly arguing, competing, most would backstab their peers no question, and for what? They all knew how the next commander was chosen. It would never be the strongest, the smartest, not even the most favored by their mentors. The commanders spirit chooses who it wants, there is no reason for the children to fight over it the way they do.


    Because of his different way of thinking, Kanó always felt out of place among the other black blooded children. This is why he enjoyed being alone much more, exploring and mapping out the forests surrounding Tondisi. Investigating this way often helped him calm down when he gets frustrated with the attitudes of his peers, and that was what he needed right about now.


    What set the boy off today was one of the older kids. They had been hunting in the forest, and Kanó had spotted a large, healthy deer from his perch in a tall oak. He moved over a few branches to where he could get a clear shot, pulled back on his bowstring, and the buck was done for. One arrow clean through the eye, killing it instantly. He was proud of his work, as it'd been a few weeks since he'd caught anything bigger than a hare. Yet when he reached the spot the animal had fallen, he found a group of his friends in a circle around the animal. ”What's going on?” He questioned, trying to look over everyone's heads to see the center of the circle.


    ”Look!” Urged one of his closest friends, stepping back so Kanó could get a good view. ”Ryfain slayed that deer, but just, just look at it!” The poor kid seemed at a loss for words. Everyone else was saying much of the same things, showering Ryfain with compliments on his kill. Kanó said nothing, just turned on his heel and walked off.


    The boy stomped on for about ten minutes, searching through his current emotions. Now that he was away from the rest of the group, he could think clearly. He was jealous of all the attention Ryfain had gotten, and a little angry that he'd stolen his kill.


    A light shot across the sky above, a small streak growing and reddening the closer it got. Whatever it was landed approximately a days march from his current position, but if he moved quickly he could most likely make it there by tomorrow morning. Better get moving, he thought, a smile finding it's way to his lips.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=#525252; border: none; width: 361px; height: 120px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -15.5px; margin-top: 5px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; min-height: inherit; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: #373737; font-family: verdana]The jolt upon impact with the earth was the last thing that Declyn could remember from the moment she reopened her eyes. She immediately became aware of a pressure at her neck, and realized that she had been left in a position where she was leaning towards the floor of the metal crate; the straps of her chair were pushing at her throat, forcing air out of it, and seeing this, she grabbed at the tough cord, gasped for breath; within a few moments of struggling, the belts became undone and she fell forward, just managing to catch herself on her two feet. The small ship was in a state of chaos; people were shouting, thumping around, pounding on the metal walls and trying to find an escape route. God damn, her head was threatening to explode from all the noise and the confusion and was still ringing from the force of the collision. Yeah, of course no one wanted to die in here, so close to making it to the ground, but the way they were acting right now, no real progress would be made -- panic never ended with solid conclusions. In the midst of the panic and the gray-black silhouettes of the other 99 delinquents, Declyn could make out a sole agent working her strength against what seemed to be the exit gate. She didn't recognize the person, but she rushed towards the girl to help, seeing that she was working by herself. Together, the two young women shoved the heavy metal door open, and it thudded against the earth loudly, pushing up dust.


    The sunlight that streamed in startled and momentarily blinded Declyn, but when she was able to concentrate at the light again, her breath caught; the rays of light illuminated the beauty of Earth and she was at a loss for words. Behind her, she heard others gasping at the sight as well. The emeralds trees shone, absolutely shone with the light, branches swaying gently in the air. Declyn took her first breath, and her lungs sang with the richness of the forest atmosphere inside them. It was glorious... more than she had ever dreamed in her entire life. Nothing would ever compare to this moment, she thought. She glanced over at the redhead who had pushed the trapdoor open with her, and a small smile stretched across her frayed lips. The people behind her seemed to be too shocked or afraid of what stood in front of them to do much; they were frozen altogether. So Declyn said the words in their mouths for them. "We made it! We are home!" she announced, and a bunch of people roared back in delight. The smile on her face widened even further into a beam, and she launched herself off of the ship, landing feline-like on the fertile soil, her bruises and headache forgotten.


    [ooc | late post! sorry! peachy, how should we start things up for the 100? round up some patrols or something?]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=translucent; border color = translucent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height:400px; overflow:auto][justify][size=7pt] Adira could only breath in and out very carefully. She didn't want to ruin the breathtaking scenery and the clean air by any sudden movements. Her arms were stiff at her side, but her lungs never felt freer. She wanted to dash away, feel the way the wind felt in her hair, and allow her cramped knees to loosen up with the open space. Never had the space girl had to take in so much at once; it was overwhelming her simple focused system.




    Then, an idiot tumbled down the metal ramp and landed with a skid right beside her. She snickered but was secretly frustrated at the abrupt ending to her bliss. The freed felon recognized the kid as the moron sitting beside her, the one with too much to say. A blonde leapt down within seconds of the other, screaming out loud with clear excitement.




    Yes, they had made it. Adira allowed a smile to form in her moment of peace, but her brain was naturally unable to stay in a happy place for long. Thoughts swarmed her head; worries filled her mind. For the first time, one of the 100 was seeing this situation for what it truly was. A fight for survival. At the time, stomachs were satisfied and needs were cast away, but how long was that to last?




    "Get up, stupid," the teen growled at the guy on the ground, kicking her boot at him. Her eyes cast over the crowd, which was growing as more kids were gaining the courage and motivation to step outside the pretend safety of the dropship. "Listen up!" her voice range was made to lead. She could bellow out her tone without truly sounding angry, that is, if she wanted to. Adira was always on edge and never really happy. "Get all your comments out now because we are not here to party. We are here to survive and refuse the council's wish for us to die down here." The prisoner had the rare ability to darken a mood rather quickly. Positivity wasn't really her strong suit. "Gather yourselves up, for search parties and set up committees are going to be organized."




    Glancing at Mr.Talkative, Adira gave him a warning glare. "You're coming with me." She didn't really want to spend all her time with the annoying, childish teen, but the 17 year old thought it best to keep an eye on him. "I hope you know how to hunt."




    ooc. mr.talkative is marrion, oddi. adira will be giving him many wonderful nicknames, some of which will not be as friendly as that one
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    [justify][sub][color=white]making a fancy for Nealon


    Daniella woke up to silence. What the h*ll what going on? She looked around. She was on the ground, her eyes were opening, and she saw... Blue? Wait... She saw blue ocean from space, but this looked like the sky. The clouds, and the trees, they were green. The female sat up, confused. She took in a breath, though it was rather shakey. The fresh Earth air filled her lungs, feeling cold and reviving her body! She had never felt so alive in her life. Daniella looked around at the others, seeing that there was another blonde girl out here working on the door. Daniella went to go help her out, standing up, and walking over. She got a firm hand on the door and pulling at the it with all her strength she had. Daniella soon almost fell backwards on the soil ground with the door flying open.


    Then Daniella realized everyone was slightly injured, though she didn't know if there were any major injuries. Daniella went over to the brunette girl, who seemed to be in charge. [b]"Hey, I can help with the cuts and stuff. I have medical knowledge." Daniella spoke softly to her, while examining over her face for any cuts or bruises that could be hiding among her brown hair. "I'm Daniella by the way." She added. Daniella figured she should introduce herself, as it would be important for trust. Might as well introduce herself now.


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    [size=6pt]★ trek

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    sandrine planted her feet firmly on the moist earth, smiling slightly as the dirt caked her boots. A soft breeze lifted her hair, the most wonderful sensation, and she felt exhilaration begin to overwhelm her. she cast her gaze about her, noticing the vibrant greenery that pervaded her vision. ferns were scattered over the dirt at her feet, along with the thick grass. it was so natural it was strange, alien almost, as if they were on a distant planet rather than their original, rightful home.




    Free. Free at last. No more stuffy compartments, no more metal floors, no more cramped, enclosed spaces. Just freedom.




    Distantly she heard the brunette girl saying something about search parties and committees, and then another girl talking to her. Reluctantly sandrine pulled herself out of her thoughts and turned back to the group. She noticed how the brunette looked guarded, grounded, thinking practically. that was good. they'd need a leader who knew how to handle herself. and the blonde? sandrine wasn't sure what to make of her. she looked considerate, and seemed genuinely worried for the health of the 100. she scanned them both up and down, as if sizing them up, trying to get their measures.




    "sandrine," she said, hearing the blonde introduce herself. she thought she may as well get to know the others, since they would most likely be the only human contact she'd get. "medical knowledge, huh?"
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    [justify][sub][color=white][i]poppy helps pain... marigold helps with patching infections.... burdock is good for colds, coughs, or swelling.... thyme is daniella was going through all the herbs her mother told her about in her mind. though it all reminded her of how awful the ark was, and how she loved being set free from the chancellor. after all, he had killed all of her family out of cruel blood and retaliation. he should've been punished for it.... she thought bitterly as she clenched her jaw in anger, the thoughts starting to get to her.


    daniella was yanked from her thoughts, looking over at the girl who approached. the blonde noted her name, sandrine. it sounded familiar, as something she may have heard before, though she may just be hallucinating. there were many people on the ark, so there must have been many people named the same. daniella was still getting used to taking in deep breaths, of fresh air, instead of plain oxygen. this air had nutrients, vitamins, and other things that her body could use to get stronger. there was also the sunlight beating down on her through the treeline. it was warming her skin with vitamin d, which was unlike anything she had ever felt in space. she had only ever felt the room temperatures or the cold floors. but this was... warm.


    "Medical knowledge, huh?" the girl asked daniella. is she doubting me? or is it just that they don't know i'm the daughter of the doctor? she thought, not really sure how to take her statement. though daniella stayed calm, not wanting to start fights, as that was obviously the last thing that they needed at this very moment. fights would just tear whatever group they had apart, though they weren't even together now. [b]"Yes. I have medical knowledge. Why? Do you wish that I look over you Sandrine?" she asked, though daniella was already starting to check over her body, looking for any infractions, even though they had no medical supplies at all that would be able to help daniella in the process of healing people and restoring their health. that was definately something they would need to fix, pronto. [/fancypost][align=center]
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; height: 245px; color: white; font-size: 10px; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; margin-left: -7px;]Marrion spat the earthy brown substance back out, wiping his face with the back of his hand. Gross. After a second's hesitation, he began pushing himself up into a sitting position - just before he felt the impatient nudge of someone else's foot in his side.




    "Get up, stupid."




    It was her - the same girl he'd been placed beside on the ship, the one that had kicked that guard. Mildly annoyed, he jutted out his jaw, slowly lifting himself to his feet - unfortunately, he apparently didn't fare too well during space travel, and his legs were still weak from the journey. [b]"Jeez. Fiesty one, aren't you?" he grumbled to Adira as he stood to his full height, voice laced with his trademark sarcasm. He brushed off the front of his shirt, examining the other felon, who was just slightly taller than him. Huh.




    The young man turned around to face outwards, having missed out on much of the new scenery because of his little fall. They had landed in some sort of grassy clearing. Lush green forest surrounded them, stretching out as far as the eye could see. Pleasant little melodies poured from every direction at an almost constant rate - were those birds? - and Marrion could hear trickling water not too far away. This was... nice. But the very best part was the air; he could almost taste the natural supplements in the wind that pure oxygen didn't have. It was refreshing to his lungs.




    He'd accidentally drowned out most of Adira's little speech during his sight-seeing. Oops. The minute he started paying attention again, however, she offered him an oh-so-pleasant look. He raised his eyebrows; he probably wouldn't have been surprised if she'd slapped him then and there. Instead, she stalked away, obviously expecting him to follow. Great, more time with Ms. 'I'm Better than Everyone Else.' "Hunting?" he asked with a snort, following at a slower pace, "I hope you're kidding. Hate to break it to you, back I'm a mechanic. The Ark didn't exactly have plenty of juicy rabbits to chase down."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=; border:none; width:400px; font-family:times new roman; font-size:30pt; color:black; text-align:center;]✦ [glow=white,2,300]priya evans[/glow] ✦[/fancypost]


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    It was the sound of stampeding feet on metal platforms and children's screams that brought Priya's silvery optics to reappear from under her thick lashes. She thought they had come from a nightmare, something she could escape once her eyes opened. But to her surprise and confusion, the sounds continued just outside the thick metal door that kept Priya locked in her small prison.
    What was going on? Her first thought was that perhaps a group of kids had managed to escape and were being apprehended by guards. But that had only ever happened once before, and more precautions were made to ensure that the same situation never occurred again.
    No, this was different. Something didn't feel right, and Priya's suspicions were confirmed when her cell entrance was opened, the weight of the door creaking on its powerful hinges as it revealed the three guards positioned on the other side.
    She had seen a similar appearance just weeks before, on her cell mate's eighteenth birthday. They had dragged the fiery girl, Fiona, all the while she fought them, so that a new trial could be held to evaluate her crimes. Though Priya had never spoken to her much, she knew that she had been put in lock-up for murdering her employer and so didn't hold much hope that she had been pardoned by the Chancellor and council.
    "Prisoner 307, come with us." A man's voice brought the girl back to reality, watching as the three guardsmen made their way towards her. Priya didn't move at first, the anxiety bubbling up inside her chest making it too hard to focus on anything. It wasn't until the guard, who she assumed was the one who had spoken, grabbed her arm that she yanked roughly away.
    "Let go of me." She growled, before another hand tried grabbing her other wrist. Priya pulled that arm away too and pushed herself away from the guards. "I'm not eighteen, you have no ri-" She was cut off by the first guard who had addressed her by the dehumanizing numbers all delinquents received in prison. "Stop resisting." He snapped, without even acknowledging her words. The two guards beside him advanced towards her and a parallel image flashed through her mind. They were going to kill her baby. She had to save her baby.
    The men grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back, but as soon as they began leading her out of the cell something in Priya snapped. Her mind was back in her fifteen year old body, the body she had while pregnant. "Let me go!" She screamed, pulling desperately against her restraints. "Get off me!!" Instinctively, a foot shot up behind her. The man's cry of agony and loosened grip told Priya that her heel had managed to connect with her aim and she pushed off the guardsmen, freeing herself of their grip.
    The girl ran forwards, bumping into other teenagers and guards who were playing their own games of cat and mouse. As she slowly came back to realize what was really going on around her, Priya also became aware of the fact that the guards were winning. A boy stumbled as he ran by her, a small dart shooting into his back just before he feel froward onto the metal intertwined platform. Another girl suffered a similar fate just a couple of feet in front of her her, trapping Priya between the unconscious body of the other girl and the three guardsmen chasing after her. She searched for another way to flee, but before she even had time to take another step in any direction, a sharp pain shot up her neck. Her legs numbed, weakened by whatever they had injected her with, and she fell, overcome by darkness.


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    When Priya awoke for the second time, all of the fear she had felt was replaced with groggy confusion. Her head pounded, a throbbing pain smashing itself against her temples as she slowly came back to consciousness. When her vision finally came into focus, Priya's head rolled to the side of her chair before catching herself. A loud, constant humming replaced the dull machine white noise of the Ark. Where was she?
    Just as she asked herself the question, the Chancellor's projected image on a screen across the cylindric chamber answered; they were going to Earth. Priya didn't hear anything else from the leader's speech after that, as she didn't care. She was going to be able to step foot on the ground, the real ground.
    "What a complete *sshole, eh?" The boy sitting beside the brunette inquired her in on the question with a gentle nudge using his elbow. But she was barely listening. "Hm? Oh, yeah." She agreed flatly. Priya became lost in her own thoughts, wondering about what Earth would be like and thinking about how much her parents would want to see it. She hadn't even bothered to consider why they were going until the sound of a countdown echoed through the drop ship. Suddenly, the metal room seemed to jerked upwards, pressuring Priya's body and head downwards. Then moments later, she was being yanked forcefully upwards and blacked out again.


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    This time, she opened her eyes to find no thundering noises or jerking motions. Priya could hear only excited laughter and exclamations from the other teenagers, something that brought her to wake much faster. Her harness was easy to detach now that all was still, but getting out of the uncomfortable red seat proved a challenge. Gravity was different here, it was real. A smile tugged at the corners of Priya's lips as she realized they were actually on Earth.
    "Open the doors!" She heard someone shout, followed by a gusting sound of wind being let inside when the entrance was unlatched. Priya quickly regained her balance and adjusted to the new force weighing her down before climbing down the ladder and hopping onto the first floor of the drop ship. The sunlight being let in was too bright to make anything out at first, but as her eyes came into tune with the new lighting she saw only green.
    The large group of teenagers poured outside, Priya emerging near last from the metal cylinder. Her grey gaze glistened in the reflected sunlight, admiring the tall trees that reached up to the very sky the delinquents had left. It was beautiful.
    Her attention was seized, however, by a girl who began giving a speech on survival. Priya couldn't help but frown. They were the first humans to set foot on the ground in nearly a hundred years. Couldn't the speeches wait?
    But, seeing as her interest had already been peaked at the small group that had formed, Priya made her way towards them. "If you're planning on going on a hike I may be able to provide some help in the tracking department." She offered up her talents, though she secretly just wanted to explore their new, but old world.
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    "no, i'm fine," sandrine replied to daniella and, noticing her confusion, added, "it'll be damn useful to have a medic down here. little miss cheerful over there," she gestured minutely to adira, "has got the right idea. we don't know what could have happened down here while we were gone - to the animals, to the plants - who knows?" she smirked slightly. "but at least chancellor high-and-mighty can't touch us now."




    sandrine surveyed the newcomers with interest, raising her eyebrows slightly at the witty repartee already present between the boy and the first girl. she couldn't quite make out whether they were genuinely annoyed at each other, or whether this was something that might evolve into something more.
    although sandrine couldn't quite bring herself to care. she was standing firmly on solid ground, surrounded by actual nature, with the wind rustling around her and clouds gathering in the sky. it was beautiful, so beautiful, and she couldn't face caring about much else just yet.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=translucent; border color = translucent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height:400px; overflow:auto][justify][size=7pt] The felon tightened her jaw, grinding her teeth to keep from saying something she shouldn't. This kid was a smart*.




    "If you read a book or took a class at all, you would know the basics," Adira growled. Leaning down, the girl pulled out a knife from in between her boot and her socks and thrusted it in Marrion's direction. Her steady gaze warned him to not ask questions about how she required such a weapon and her clenching mouth backed her up. The 17 year old was an experienced pick-pocketer, and guards were oblivious to anything that wasn't in their direct line of sight. "It's just like riding a bike." Except, no Arker knew how to do that either. Adira had read many old earth sayings and know-hows. Her father barely being lucid for a quarter of a day, she had plenty of time to sneak out to the forbidden library before being imprisoned.




    The duo soon became surrounded by other bodies offering up their personal skill set. Adria's whole frame and stance tensed. The crowd was a long way from solitary.




    "Medical knowledge," the girl tossed that over in her head, giving an eery smile. That would be very useful to proving their worth of survival. "What's a med student kid doing with a bunch of lawbreakers? Adira recognized the blonde as Daniella; her father had to do weekly check-ups at the infirmary and the teen always seemed to be there. The way she eyed the brunette sent a chill up her spine, however. "I'm fine." She murmured. Doctors always had a creepy look in their eyes, as if they were giving you a thorough once-over.




    More of the 100 came. All girls, and all of them unrecognized by Adira. Being alone in lock-up really ruined your social life. Two brunettes joined the conversation, one talking injuries with the blonde - shouldn't encourage Daniella in Adira's opinion - and the other coming right up to the felon herself.




    "A tracker, eh?" the browned-eyed teen mused. "All right, you're in." Reaching down in her other boot, Adira pulled out a second small knife and handed it to Priya. "No need for further introductions. Let's go." Tucked into her belt was a third and perhaps final knife, and Adira gripped it carefully with two fingers.
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    [justify][sub][color=white]Daniella laughed a little at the leaders doubt. She watched Adira for a moment, her eyes looking at hers, quite confidently actually. It seemed as she knew her. Possibly from her father, or maybe from helping her mother in the actual hospital sector of the Ark? Daniella threw the thoughts to the side, running her left hand through her blonde hair. [b]"I wasn't a med student. My mother was the doctor and my father checked up on everyone. I just took care of my brother... And when the Ark found out that we were taking care of him they imprisoned me." She said, summarizing everything that had happened in her in the basic form.


    Daniella then looked back at the sky, wondering how long it would be before the Ark came down, and virtually took over things again. Daniella hoped that would never happen. She hoped that everyone in front of her could build a life. She looked back at Adira. "The names Daniella." She said, though she had a slight hunch that the brunette new who she was from seeing her helping out with her parents in the medical area.


    Daniella sighed, taking her eyes off Adira and looking at the drop ship. "You know. When we have the supplies, we could build some walls, and turn the lower level of the drop ship into a medical facility, even though we don't have much medical supplies. That way injured people aren't left in the open. It would keep our people looking strong and healthy." the young girl said, suggesting a camp idea to Adira. They didn't know what was out there, so it would probably be best to hide the injured folk to make their people looking strong at all times.[/fancypost][align=center]
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    The metal was surprisingly warm against Priya's palms as she took the knife offered to her from Adira. It was clearly hand crafted, the handle made from a wrapping of dark coloured fabric that had probably been white in the weapon's early age. Even the blade, though sharp and smooth, had the obvious ridges and uneven width that bore the signs of it being made without machine or proper tool. Despite these features, the shiv was impressive and Priya couldn't help but admire the other girl's craftsmanship.
    As she was examining the object, rotating her wrist to look at it from all angles, Priya felt a small pinch of pain in her hand whenever she turned her joint a certain way. It was only then did she notice the thick steel band wrapped around her left wrist. She frowned. How had she not seen it before? Her gaze jumped from person to person, examining their arms and finding the same bracelet locked around them. Priya's curiosity peaked. The delinquent listened in on the conversation between the girl who handed her the knife and a blonde. It was what the light haired girl said that was of interest to Priya.
    She jogged a few steps forward, falling in line with the two chatting. "You said your mother was a doctor?" Her words were suggesting, leading up to her next question, "Would you know anything about these, then?" Priya held up her left forearm, the silvery band catching and reflecting the rays of sun that managed to peak through between branches.
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    sandrine noticed the exchange between priya and adira, and frowned slightly. if they were going out on a patrol, she wasn't about to be left behind. she was desperate to explore, feeling an almost foreign curiosity. what other wonders could this strange, yet so familiar, world entail? what she had already had been wonderful; she could scarcely imagine the different landscapes there might be.




    yet she didn't want to intrude, if she wasn't going to be invited. making and maintaining good relations down here would probably be key to survival. and so she simply took a step forward, and said, "I'm up for joining this hunting party, if you want."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 250px; height: 245px; color: white; font-size: 10px; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; margin-left: -7px;]Marrion crossed his well-muscled arms over his chest, raising one eyebrow. [b]"So you're gonna go out and catch a wild animal with ease just because you read about it once in a book?"     His youthful voice was laced with skepticism. "Don't think that's how it works." The boy blinked in surprise as the blade was thrust in his direction. He almost stumbled back, but luckily stayed rooted in place. That would've been embarrassing. Assuming Adira was offering him the knife, he snatched it up, twirling it around in his fingers experimentally. He had always been more of a fists and fee type guy when it came to fighting, so a weapon like this felt foreign in his grasp. He supposed he could try it, especially if they were hunting.




    While most of the other delinquents were wandering the little clearing in a sort of awed stupor, he noticed that a few stragglers had approached him and Adira and were asking to tag along - all of them female. Interesting. His dark gaze flickered over each of their faces, expression neutral. Hearing Daniella's words, he scoffed. "We're gonna build those walls with all the extra cement just lying around here, right?" Ah yes, as naturally pessimistic as ever. The boy knew that she'd said 'when they had the supplies,' but still, when would they ever get to the point where they could make a two-story building that would survive against all sorts of weather conditions?




    Priya caught his attention next, and Marrion found himself looking at the metal band around her wrist. Instinctively he lifted up his own arm, only then noticing the sliver of steel hanging limp just under his hand. A frown creased his face. "Tracking devices," he muttered to her, glancing at the knife in his hand. Maybe they'd be able to cut them off...?
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