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    1. Fionraella 9 yrs ago

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Jett was a bit startled by her comment and slowed until he was standing still for a moment. He watched her sprint off with wide eyes. Amelia's right. I got myself into this whole mess because I was worrying too much about things that were just out of my control, he told himself. He smiled slightly and started slowly speeding up into a quick jog. I'd rather risk getting kicked out than live there like a prisoner, he decided, feeling adrenaline begin to pump through his veins. A huge smile spread across his face as he reached a full on sprint, and for the first time since he left the forest, he shifted into a Siberian tiger and continued running.


Amelia glances back and scowls. "NOT FAIR!" She shouts, trying to pick up the pace, but her crossbow slowing her down. She grumbles and then just stops trying, dropping back into a walk. "You're cheating Jett!" She calls with a sing-song tone to her voice. She huffs audibly and watches him, amused.
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Jett clenched his hands into fists and looked over his shoulder nervously. Not spotting anyone paying attention to them, he turned back to Amelia and called in a hushed voice, "You're just trying to get me thrown out now, aren't you?" He checked over his shoulder one more time before sprinting after her. He slowed to a walking pace and fell in stride with her and muttered, "Oh my god, she's going to kill me. She'll take out my own switchblade and kill me with it."


Amelia laughs loudly, then smirks as no one notices. "Jett. If she wanted to kill you, she would have done it when you were in her tent." She sighs. "Seriously. What happened to the guy willing to do anything for fun? What happened to the guy who took chances? All I see now is you worrying and worrying and being sad. You need to lighten up already." She then nudges his shoulder and breaks into the fastest run she can while carrying her crossbow.
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Jett nodded with a sigh and a slight smile. "Yeah, but that always was one of the reasons I fell in love with her," he admitted. He shook his head to clear his train of thought and turned to Amelia, grinning. He jumped to his feet and said excitedly, "Hey, for old time's sake, why don't we go out and---" Jett cut off and groaned, realizing the terms Sacha had set for him. "I forgot. I'm technically confined to camp and forbidden from doing anything remotely interesting."


Amelia nods a bit. Before grinning. "Oh come on now, are you really going to listen to Sacha??" She raises an eyebrow with a smirk. "Dont you realize...she has no power over you anymore!" She shrugs. "But okay, go ahead. Lay down and roll over, play dead for your old girlfriend." She gets to her feet, brushing herself off. "I'll by at the training hill if you decide to live a little." she heads over to her tent, grabs her crossbow and heads out of camp without glancing back at him.
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Jett rolled his eyes and shoved her playfully. "You know what I mean. Your personality still hasn't changed a bit," he smirked. He thought about what she'd said earlier and his liking conflict, and frowned slightly. "Yeah, you're right. Sometimes I find it kind of hard to be satisfied with a calm life," he admitted sheepishly.


Amelia grins playfully at the shove and lightly kicks his leg with her foot. "Yeah. I suppose that's true." She shrugs. "I mean. I am still able to outsmart you I'm sure." She sneers at him. She then nods a bit "You dated a girl who is the sole occupant of conflict. nothing about Sacha is equal to a calm life."
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Brick shrugged. "Been slowly losing the taste for meat since I shifted for the first time. Good thing, too, since I can't hunt to save my life." He took a few bites of the vegetation he'd clipped off. The salad tasted extremely leafy, like exponential spinach without the iron and magnesium taste. Rather bitter, too - but not particularly bad, he thought. He couldn't see himself having been willing to eat this stuff before he went ape, though. "I guess you've seen a lot of stuff around here. What's it like, anyway? I've only been here a day so far, so I can't really make any judgments yet."

Brick remembered he needed to dry his sword and shoved it pommel-first into the dirt near the fire. Stupid thing would be out of commission for a few hours at least.


Ambrose nods, listening to Brick. "Oh yes. I've seen just about anything a person can see. I've seen the trees. There's also a sky." He nods seriously. "We needed a sky pretty badly." He looks upward and sighs dramatically. "I really missed this sky." He blows the sky a kiss before looking back at Brick. "It's not so bad. The groups fight of course, but I mean...It's pretty tame most days. I like long walks, so I go to the river. I like to go shopping, so I go to the town. I like...to swim, so again I go to the fucking river." He shrugs his shoulders. "I mean...this is just...it's life."
Brick noticed Ambrose walking over to the fire and realized that he, too, was rather hungry. Instead of getting a piece of meat, he opted to grab the tastiest-smelling greens he could find off the ground or on a bush that wasn't poisonous, then plopped down over near Ambrose at the fire.

"Didn't know there were any other swordsmen in this camp. You been here long or what?"


Ambrose looks up at Brick sits next to him. He grins. "Oh yes. Two years...maybe less, maybe more. Not really sure." He shrugs his shoulders, turning his meat on the fire. "I joined around the time Sacha became leader. She's a good leader, so that was a pretty good time to join. And she let me!" He grins as he sniffs his deer meat to see if it was done. Glancing at Brick's salad he tilts his head. "So...you're opting for the salad as opposed to the steak?"
Ambrose walks out of his tent, yawning a bit. Dammit. I overslept again. He thinks as he takes in the going-ons in camp. He spots groups of people talking, but decides it's best to leave them be. He notices Misha and frowns. Do I go introduce myself? I mean...new member perhaps? He shrugs his shoulders to himself lifting his arms in a questioning way, almost as though weighing his options.
His stomach growls and he chuckles. Guess that answers that question. He grins, heading over to the prey pile. "YES! Deer!" Deer was his favorite food, and they hadn't had nearly enough in the past months. He pulls out his sword and cuts off a piece of meat to go roast at one of the fires. "Deer is good." He hums as he plops down at the fire no one else was near.
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Jett sighed and leaned back against the tree. "Sounds pretty boring," he scoffed. "Where's the fun in living here without a little conflict?" he smirked. "Back when I was a Rabin, there were fights at the border all the time, prisoners from others groups, and even the occasional Brom vs. Rabin all out brawl." He chuckled slightly but then thought, At least everything is peaceful and safe now. He glanced back at Amelia and smiled slightly. "How have you been? You were so much younger when I left."


Amelia laughs. "Sometimes I wonder if you like conflict a little too much Jett." She chuckles, shaking her head in amusement at his comment. "Yeah, I guess. But at the same time...You know what happens when all of those things happen. People die, and people get hurt." She shrugs. She scoffs at him, raising an eyebrow. "That was what. Like 2 years ago?" She asks, rolling her eyes. "IT's not like you've been gone since I was 5 or whatever."
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Jett sighed, "Well then I guess not much has changed since I left." He followed her gaze and frowned slightly, not recognizing either girl. "What sort of drama has been going around the Rabin camp, anyway?" he asked curiously.


"Usually? Not a ton. Just the occasional argument and such." Amelia shrugs. "BUT I don't think there's been a time in recent history where there have been two Broms, and and ex-Rabin here. AND looks like one of the Broms has a complicated history with a Rabin. So much drama today it seems!"

Name of character: Ambrose
Your name (nickname), only if something other than your screen name: N/A
Age: (10+) 15
Gender: Transgender male (designated female at birth)
Appearance: medium height with short golden-brown hair. He has maple brown eyes.
Personality: Ambrose is a very sweet person and he's not a *huge* fan of fighting, but he will if needed. He can be talkative at times, and likes to talk to people about just about anything. He's very open and out about who he is and is willing to answer questions about it.
Rank: fighter
Group: Rabin
Animal: high nosed bat (Bumblebee bat)
Weapon and Fighting style: Medium sized broadsword
Other: has a past with Dem
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