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Sorry I've been so lazy, my computer caught this stupid virus. UGH.
Lucy sighed and rolled her eyes as she stood. She pushed her seat back into the desk before absentmindedly following a guard back to her room. He was at least a foot taller than her, with shaggy hair and dark eyes. She matched his face with his name tag, a red and pin stuck to the front of his shirt. Joseph. Storing the information in the back of her mind, she shifted on the balls of her heels as he unlocked the door. The door creaked open, and Lucy stepped in. The entire room was painted white, with a cold tile floor and no windows. A small painting hung in the corner above her mattress, And a table with two chairs sat in the middle of the room. She made her way over to the small dresser next to her bed. Vlad may be cruel and psychopathic, but he at least made the cells seem comfortable.

Lucy glanced from the top drawer to the door before pulling it open slowly. Inside was a small silver button. She had torn it from a worn out pair of jeans the previous night. They were too small for her, and were covered in holes, so she had taken it off of them. She walked away from the dresser to the door, flipping it like a coin and catching it in her palm. Tightening her grip, she closed her eyes. The metal shifted in her palm, almost as if it was liquid, before forming into a solid object. Lucy opened up her fist, looking down at what she had made. It resembled a paper clip that had been bent to form a straight line, curved upwards slightly at the end. She pushed it into the lock, brows furrowed in concentration. It twisted in her hand, forming into the correct shapes.

Click, click, click. Lucy grinned slightly at her victory. She removed the metal, tucking it in her pocket. Her hand cautiously was raised up, grasping the doorknob. Just one twist, and she could get out. She turned her hand, pushing her shoulder against the frame of the door. It didn't move. Lucy cursed, shoving her shoulder against the door and immediately regretting it. Her back was on fire, and she could feel the blood dripping out of the reopened wound. She swore, clutching her back before walking over to her mattress and falling onto it. Of course Vlad had put in reinforcements on her door. How could she not have thought of that?
I won't be able to post for a while due to my computer getting a virus. I'll be back as soon as possible.
There was no torture or negotiations. You just asked if you cold play as Marie, and I said yes. Just make her kind of angry about her babies being hurt.
Listen, I'm really sorry, but as Len failed to tell you guys, the computer that we share has gotten a virus that is currently screwing everything up. I can't post on any of my RPs. :(.
Ugh, my computer is acting up and making noises at me. It actually won't let me type. Sorry, I'm getting it fixed. Just imagine that Colline is standing there, processing what Claire said.
Colline stood awkward on the edge of the group. Everyone else was here having a good time, making friends and even flirting already. And here she was, good ol' Colline, being the wallflower she was always known to be. She always tried, real honestly did, but she could never summon up courage to hold a conversation, much less start one. Sighing she stepped forward, ready to try and make an acquaintance when the councilor, Claire, spoke up again.

"Awesome, I can't wait to meet every single one of you!" She acted friendly, but Colline noticed she seemed a little wary and tired. It was probably hard, having to act all happy-go-lucky and shepherd a bunch of kids around.

"So, let's get this show on the road. Feel free to chat amongst yourself, I'll answer questions you have during the walk, or after. There will be some ice breaking orientation 'get to know you' activities. I know, I know. It's annoying but it's my job. Once we get to the pier, we'll get that down and then you can go to the bonfire." Colline followed after, following the tour. The camp was much larger than she had thought when she was planning on coming here, but looked just as picturesque as in the pamphlet.

They passed the cafeteria, and though it was most likely going to be filled with people most of the time, Colline knew she would have to eat, and made note of it. There was a trail, and Claire talked about being someones running partner. Colline had always been more academic, and didn't really do well at sports unless it involved swimming. Oh, she did love swimming.

Slowly the group made their way to the beach, where another group were setting up the bonfire. The walk to the pier was short, and Colline stood in awe of the sight before her. Clouds drifted across the sky, sunlight sifting through their cracks. A sparrow flitted across it, gone in an instant. All around them, beautiful green grass shifted into sparking white sand, which changed into the dazzling turquoise sea spread out before them.

"Wow" She mumbled, coming to a stop next to someone. She couldn't see them, she was too busy looking. It seemed too good to be true, like she had been sucked into the illustrations of her book or into a particularly gorgeous sounding song. Smiling softly, she forgot all that she had previously been worrying about. Maybe, just maybe, it would be a great summer after all.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a splash, and she jumped slightly, water droplets landing on her and several others. A boy resurfaced, having jumped into the serene sea, most likely on impulse because of its inviting shimmer. Colline shifted. She thought about jumping in too, but she didn't have a swimsuit on and it most likely wouldn't make a good impression. Sighing disappointedly, she twirled her hair around her fingers. People were so difficult, with all the social standards, either pushing people up or forcing them down, and for Colline it was usually the latter.
I'd probably just have a flower shop or something. Yeah, I'm not so good at too many fighting posts.
Aria halted as she heard the orders to retreat. She tried making her way back to the ship, but her current opponent was rather serious about stopping her. Letting out an aggravated sigh, she spun out of his grasp, and prepared to fight. Just as she was about to deliver a blow to his ribs, something hit him in the face, exploding all over in a pinkish orange mush. Aria blinked, surprised. Was that an... apricot?! Turning her head, she looked over at Simnia. The dwarf was holding up more of the fruit, aiming and throwing it at the men.

"Get to the ship, Strawberry!" Aria grinned. Strawberry, huh? Well, that's the kinds nickname I've ever had. She turned, sprinting over to the ship and jumping up gracefully. She grabbed onto the railing, extending her arm out to help the woman who had helped her. She grabbed Simnia's arm and pulled her up onto the ship.

"'Ello again. Thanks for the help." Aria pushed her hair out of her face. No one had ever helped her in a fight before other than her father, but he was gone. Gone. The word was cold, and it made her shiver before cursing herself. "Everyone is on board I think, everyone except... Ey! C'mon captain, let's go!" She shouted out, worried. He was her captain, and the crew couldn't go without one. He was also the only person she had ever worked for that seemed decent. If you considered her previous life an occupation. She drew another dagger, aiming it carefully. It landed in one of the men's elbow. Bulls eye! She grinned again, waiting for the rest to board.
Nuu! Sorry, I've been sick and I'm trying to keep up with life.
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