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Sorry I've been dead the past few days :c School's keeping me busy.

I, however, await this fight e ue! And I'll try to fix something up later today.

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i kilLED SOMEONE

OR AT LEAST THEY MIGHT DIE

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The shuttle had landed. Teens all around her began to free themselves of their seat belts, some tending to injuries and others exploring the ship. Mira had her foot firmly on the ground with the coin still underneath; she wasn't letting it go any time soon. She turned to her left to see if her neighbour had gotten out of their seat.

She froze.

A metal fragment was protruding from the boy's chest, blood gushing out of the wound. He coughed violently, the red fluid flying from his mouth. He was still alive, but only barely.

Mira's hands clenched and unclenched, her whole body shaking. A memory flooded her mind though it was a bit blurry. She saw a girl lying in a puddle of blood on the ground. She saw another girl holding a pencil or a pen. Then static.

She slowly flipped her hands over and stared at her palms with wide eyes. She rocked back and forth as her right hand began scratching at her left wrist. Her pupils moved rapidly around, as if not knowing what to focus on. Mira muttered once more, "I didn't do it, I didn't do it, I didn't do it."

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Dae was among the first to jump out of his seat. He wasn't at all shaken by the rough landing. In fact, he thought it was kind of fun - minus the whole "shuttle breaking down" part. He briefly looked in his general area to see if anyone needed any help. "Is everyone aight? Anyone need a hand from this gentleman?" he bowed, jokingly. Might as well put everyone at ease for the time being.

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Derpestein said
Kitty hoody though. Cute.

Thank uvu!!

Syren and I are Mountain Time/MST.
And I'll be posting Dae's stuff when the shuttle lands. the laziness

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As gravity set in once more, one of the males who left his seat to help the girl carried her; he and the girl looked like they had suffered ugly injuries. When the shuttle shook every now and then, Mira would close her eyes, concentrating on keeping her food in her stomach. Upon opening them, she noticed a silver coin slide by her feet. Unsure of what to do, she wiggled her foot towards it and clamped it under her shoe. She was planning on pocketing it as soon as they landed and studying it for later. By then, one of the guys was sitting once more while the other was making his way to the girl's empty seat.

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Name: Damien "Dae" Maroon

Age: 15

Personality: Dae expresses his thoughts like there’s no tomorrow. He says what’s on his mind, and he hates it when others don’t. He doesn’t mean any harm, but he can be quite blunt and brutally honest. He was taught at a young age to never let himself be repressed, to embrace freedom and fight for it. Overall, he’s pretty laid-back until he has the need to state his opinion.

Criminal Offense: Vandalism and theft

History: Dae was born in a not so privileged family. They had a decent housing unit, but it wasn’t the best. His parents worked 24/7 to pay for his and his older siblings’ school fees, taxes and luxuries. When they were old enough, his older brothers and sisters started working too. Having no one at home for most of the time, he would usually stay over at his dad’s friend’s place. He was the one who told Dae to never hide his feelings, to always be vocal. He had also taught Dae how to create spray paint from scratch. One material, paint to be specific, was hard to come by for people like them. He hadn’t questioned how the older man had so much of it, but his unasked inquiry was answered one day.

The two had nothing to do that night, so his father’s friend decided to finally bring Dae to where he got his paint. The young boy followed him without a doubt. They arrived at a large open space filled with numerous people, much like a market. Off to one side was a desk with lines of colour on it. The older man pointed at it, and then pressed his finger to his lips. Dae understood what was about to happen and complied.

He watched as his old friend sneaked by the crowds, silently slipping a can of paint off the table. He did this with such precise movements that he was back before Dae could realize. Afterwards, the two continued to steal from the vendor, until Dae made a careless mistake of swiping more cans than usual. Both tried to make a break for it when the security came, but they were caught. His father’s friend yelled at him as he was taken away to never let himself get pushed down, no matter what. He was floated the morning after, much to Dae’s sorrow, while he was simply confined to an isolation unit.

Relationships: Open to any.

Other: All Dae wants is to be able to make art again. He’s also fairly quick on his feet.

Adding another character in~ Do I still need to show that I read the rules? Cuz it'd be hella cool if I didn't have to.

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Mira was faced towards the center of the shuttle; she had been strapped into a chair on the wall. She wasn't familiar with any of the teens around her, being in confinement for about two years already. She remained silent for the ride, hoping that it would be over soon. The voices in her head had disappeared when the spacecraft took off, maybe with the aid of the medication that a guard had slipped into her mouth and pocket. She didn't know who it was (and his sudden action surprised her greatly), but she was thankful. She knew the amount she was given wouldn't be a big enough supply, but it'd have to do.

At one point, a girl unbuckled her belt and allowed herself to float around the shuttle. Attention piqued, Mira was tempted to follow suit and was about to undo her own when another girl started hyperventilating and screaming, which caused her to do the same. She scratched at her straps with a panicked look in her eyes. The red flashing light wasn't helping much. The ship was shaking violently, forcing her to whip around in all sorts of directions. "Let me out, let me out, let me out," she chanted under her breath.

There were a few people trying to get the floating girl back in her seat, but there were others who focused on their own safety. Mira was part of the latter, not caring about what the prisoners around her were doing. She tried her best to keep her medication safely in her pocket as they tumbled around.

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There was a building in the distance. It looked like a huge mirror, reflecting light into her eyes. She blinked until she got used to the brightness. She was floating towards it, slowly but definitely getting there. She didn't know what it was, but she felt like it would keep her safe. So on she went.

Mira woke up with a start. Guards had busted into her unit and were hauling her halfway through the room when she gained consciousness. Realizing what was happening, she began to pull away, trying to escape from their iron grip. She screamed at them. But they wouldn't let her go. They were nearly at the doors and Mira was panicking. Where were they taking her? What were they going to do to her? Why was she leaving her room? Questions bombarded her mind, her heart racing faster and faster. As soon as she took one step through the door, she went limp. The guards looked back in surprise but continued to pull her along. She heard bits and pieces of the recording and bits and pieces of the other prisoners' confusion. The next thing she knew, she was strapped into a chair in a new room filled with even more seats and lots of people.

"They're taking you away!" "It's safe!" "It's dangerous!" "They don't like you!" "What are you going to do, girl?" A million voices echoed in her head, mixed with the noise around her.

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A friend of mine is planning on joining with two male characters, but she might not be able to post until tomorrow. Otherwise, I'm good to start it. u vu

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I guess I could make another one if that's fine? o uo