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"What kinds of things?" Iris pressed. She'd always had an interest in computers, or just technology in general. She'd never been taught any of the interesting or cool stuff, though.
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"What kinds of things?" Iris pressed. She'd always had an interest in computers, or just technology in general. She'd never been taught any of the interesting or cool stuff, though.
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Iris raised an eyebrow slightly before shrugging and closing the door, looking at the screen over his shoulder. "Like, our personal files?"
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Iris froze. Something? she asked herself. No, stupid, you can't answer your own question! "'Something?'" she asked aloud. "By that you mean...Divergent?"
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"Don't tell anyone? Yeah, I wasn't planning on it." Iris responded quietly, worrying they'd be overheard.
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"Well...You and I are friends." Iris shrugged. "Kinda? And I made friends at the Dining Hall today."
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Iris held up her hands in mock surrender, laughing as she got into the hallway. She then began the walk back to the dormitories.
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Iris made it back to the dormitories. She looked around.Someone knows. What will I do? Many thoughts alike with these ran through her head as she took her shoes off, sitting on her bottom-bunk bed.
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Vriska's condition was in kind with her dancestor's. She didn't budge, not even to grab a snack. She just sat there in her favorite bean bag chair, leaning forward and staring at the screen.
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Iris sighed as she completely flopped down on the bed, deciding that she was tired. So, she curled up and closed her eyes, falling asleep rather quickly.
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Sweetbriar trotted a couple of paces ahead, looking to the sky, then to the ground, looking for feathers of birds or the light prints of smaller animals. She'd always been more of a visual hunter, looking for clues that she could see rather than scenting the air.
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Iris woke up at some point for water, but soon settled down again. She sat for a while and thought about the day, and what had happened. So many important events!
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Iris groaned inwardly and turned over. She went into the bathroom and changed. She then brushed her hair out and put it up in a ponytail. After that she exited the bathroom and brought her clothing back with her other stuff. She stretched before heading down to eat breakfast. She ate quickly and reported for training along with many others.
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Iris stepped back. She didn't at all want to go first. She tried to stay hidden in the group of people, watching the punching bag. She didn't mind the idea of going, she just specifically didn't want to be first.
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"That's the way!" Sweetbriar encouraged as she trotted silently in the direction where she'd seen some rabbit tracks. Silence and silent navigation had always been her strong suits. In, maybe, ten minutes, she returned with a rather fat looking rabbit, as the footprints had promised. "It's pregnant, but I figured we're desperate enough to break a few policies. I don't even know if that's an official polocy or not. What's a rabbit doing getting pregnant during this season, anyway?"
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Iris closed her eyes and sighed. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Why not? I'll go." she stepped forwards.
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[ooc] go ahead :)
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"Poor things," Sweetbriar agreed.
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[ooc] yeah sure, doesnt particularly matter :P
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"M' well aware of that fact." Iris smiled. "Can I begin?"
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It's safe to say that it surprised everyone when this little, goody-two-shoes type girl delivered a perfect roundhouse kick to the side of the punching bag. The bag barely had time to swing before it was shoved in the other direction by an equally powerful punch. She continued unleashing the speedy, powerful string of attacks on the punching bag until she decided that someone else should go now. She didn't say anything, she just walked back and joined the group, suddenly seeming small and wanting to be hidden again.
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