Prophet - Willemijn Annika Van Der Veen - Resistance Code 161815168520
Ability to predict the future in dream-like states - Familiar : Harpy Eagle (Persephone) - 3e5175
Essence - Heidi Lisbet Rask - Mantis Code 5191951435
Ability to breathe life into a created figure - Familiar : Red Panda (Bebis) - 941e51
Edited By Creativity on 5/11/2019 at 5:07 PM.
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Posted: 6/25/2018 at 8:19 PM
Post #2
An aching, freckled hand that was gripping its pen far too tightly than really necessary danced across the partially-filled page of the yellowed notebook. Crouched over the table with shoulders unhealthily hunched and short, even-more-freckled nose no more than six inches from the page, she wasn't even aware of her glasses slipping off her nose until they fell onto her notes.
Letting loose a small sigh, Brain leaned back and rubbed at her tired eyes for a moment before replacing her glasses on her nose and looking around the courtyard, as if remembering that there was a world outside her work. She ran a hand through her bouncy auburn curls as she stared around the walled-off enclosure, taking in all that was around her and imprinting it in its own little part of her infinite memory. She couldn't suppress a yawn as she watched all of the other prisoners, minding their own business. An Australian man was throwing fireballs at the stone walls. Little effect he'll have, her mind commented. A Mexican woman was discussing politics with a Swedish woman. A Japanese man was sketching something.
It almost looks like a real park, she thought. With a small shake of her head, she glanced back down at her notes and frowned. Chicken scratch. She could hardly read her own handwriting. Shaking her head more, she cursed that focused mode she so often entered when she was working on her Theory of Everything.
But she was destined to complete it, she figured as her familiar, a little badger named Thor for the commonly-loved Norse God, climbed onto the table she was sat at and took her pen in his mouth. After all, she was the only one who could know everything.
-
The vehicle that the group of twelve or so was being transported in hit another bump, and the cargo hold resonated with grunts and groans of its exasperated passengers. They were pressed rather close to one another, stuck in the box that was likely comfortable for six. The air was permeated with the stench of sweat and tears, and the overwhelming sense of defeat.
Hardly anyone in the carrier had said a word; what was there to say? No one knew where they were going, or why. Though, Lungile noted as she discreetly glanced around at the other humans trapped, there was quite a large array of ethnicities and races in the vehicle, so it definitely was not based off of that. The tip of knowledge that that gave her actually offered up a sense of relief within her.
The last thing she remembered was storming out of her shabby little home after an argument with her brother, only to be pressed up against the wall of an old, run-down alley by a mysterious someone in a grey mask and injected in the crook of her throat. She felt no remorse for her now-alone brother, however. Let him rot in that hellhole of a house, she thought bitterly.
Though, abandoned and mentally alone in this humid vehicle, Lungile couldn't help but wish that he were here, with her. As if she were some scared little girl again. She huffed aloud and placed a hand on her forehead, closing her eyes to avoid looking at the other miserable beings trapped in the sweltering heat within the suffocated box.
There was a fair-skinned woman beside her that Lungile accidentally jabbed with her elbow as she put her hand back in her lap. She winced and cast her eyes downward, but in the direction of the woman. "Apologies," she muttered in English, doubting the snow-white woman knew much of Zulu.
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Posted: 6/25/2018 at 9:03 PM
Post #3
Burning...it was a sensation that was familiar to Tox as breathing. Every minute of every day he could felt it on his skin, like a mild sunburn, a constant reminder of why he was here. He hated it, hated this place, hated the people he was trapped here with. Three years he had been here, three years confined within these impenetrable stone walls. He couldn't count the number of times he had tried using his...ability to try and make a hole in the walls. All to no avail.
"Toxin, man" said a voice from behind him, "We might as well get back to the courtyard, you know they'll be arriving soon."
Anger flared inside of him and he turned his blazing brown eyes in the direction of the person who spoke. He couldn't even remember the name of the individual, but he remembered it was the fireball guy. The other guy looked a little sheepish, muttered an apology under his breath and went to join the others. These stupid names they give us, Tox thought as he watched everyone gather together, it was just another slap in the face. He had at first refused to use the name entirely, but thinking about his real name reminded him of his real life, and that was over, so he had compromised by calling himself Tox. There as a sudden tightening around his arm that he assumed was meant to be comforting.
"Oh, what do you know?" he snapped, gazing down at the vivid black and green cobra coiled around his arm, "I don't need your input." There was, of course, no clear answer as the serpent stared back at him, but with a resigned sigh Tox wandered over to the outskirts of the group and waited. Shouldn't be much longer...
-----
Too many people, much too close, Emmeline's incoherent thoughts played like a loop in her panicked mind. She could feel her heart pounding, her hands shook violently inside of her stylish suede gloves. She clasped both tightly in front of her in an attempt to calm their quelling, but it seemed to be no use. There was comfort in the fact that she was not the only one reaction this way, but it was very minimal. The others were still far too close...
It seemed like a lifetime ago when she was walking through the streets of London back towards her flat. She could see in her mind's eye the bare walls, the minimal furniture, her comfort place. She felt a deep pang of longing to return there, but that hardly seemed likely. She had been accosted mere blocks from home, bound and tossed into a vehicle. From the vehicle she had been transferred to a large ship, where someone had taken her bindings off after promising not to cause a fuss. At least there had been room to get away from the others on the ship. Now they were in the back of another vehicle, crammed together like sardines, heading who knew where...
"Quite alright," she barely managed to squeak out when the woman next to her accidentally elbowed her in the ribs. Much, much too close...
Edited By Britters on 6/25/2018 at 9:25 PM.
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Posted: 6/25/2018 at 9:32 PM
Post #4
Her mind was racing with possibilities as Brain's emerald eyes travelled to the group forming in the center of the courtyard. That was right. It was the day of the new arrivals. She swallowed the childish burst of excitement she felt in her chest and chose not to join the group, but to merely watch from afar. Though she wouldn't admit it to herself, that decision was partially influenced by the bright-haired Asian-looking man in the distance, far from the group himself.
Brain let her eyes train on him for a moment, but then felt heat flood her face and looked down and away quickly. Curse those stupid hormones! That's surely what they had to be. Simply a firing of neurons in her brain caused by sporadic female hormones. It was just unfortunate that the standoffish man was the one to cause these hormones to flare up. She still had yet to discover in any book why, exactly, he affected her so, but whenever she got near him, it was as if her tongue swelled up to thrice its size and her throat was sandpaper.
She needed something to focus on. She needed something to read. Quickly, her hungry vision attached itself to her notes and she began scanning her rambling drabble that had no real structure to speak of. But, before she could become too immersed in her own work, her attention was caught again by the rumbling entering the courtyard.
Curiosity itching, she glanced upwards, laying her eyes on the familiar convoy. It had a chip on the black-painted hood that wasn't there last time she had seen it. Before the could ponder the chip any longer, though, the soldiers that were in the front seat exited, rounded the vehicle, and threw open the back. Roughly, they grabbed the new prizes and tossed them out, shouting in orders in Finnish. Brain couldn't help rolling her eyes at the lame, overused threats they utilized in their shouting.
-
An apology, an acceptance of the aforementioned apology, and that was that. Nothing more, nothing less. Lungile figured she was grateful that the person took no offence to her accidental elbowing, Though, she felt a bubble of frustration rise within her as she wished that someone in the godforsaken vehicle would act as if they weren't silenced on threat of death.
She worked her jaw for a moment as she resumed a deathly still posture, her head craned forward in a defensive huddle and knees drawn up to her chest, trying to take up as little space as possible in order to allow room for more air.
Lungile was so set in her mind, listening to the bumps and travels of the truck, that she almost spazzed when the vehicle suddenly came to a jarring stop. She grunted, raising her head to glare at the wall between the cargo hold and the main truck, where she assumed their captors were.
And then the doors burst out, and the air flooded the compartment. Lungile took in a deep breath, eyes wide as she stared out into the new light, which happened to be offensive to her eyes. Holding in a growl of annoyance, she averted her gaze, only to have the light fill her dark-accustomed vision when a rough, pale hand took hold of her arm and yanked her out of the vehicle.
She hit the ground hard, though thankfully was able to twist so her arms took the force of it, slamming against the gravel. She stood quickly, ready to whip around and attack whoever had taken hold of her, but just like that, the soldiers had retreated back into the truck and were driving away.
Blinking against the irritating sunlight, Lungile stared around the new area. It seemed like a courtyard of sorts, filled with people of as varying races as within the cargo hold. What most unnerved her, though, is that there was a rather large crowd accumulated around the dozen that had been removed from the vehicle, and one of them shouted, "Fresh meat!"
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Posted: 6/25/2018 at 10:18 PM
Post #5
There was so much tension growing within the vehicle, Emmeline thought she might vomit, but the thought appalled her and so she simply focused her entire mind on trying remain still and calm. It was a greater challenge than she hoped it would be, her hands were sweating profusely inside her gloves. Not that she'd dare take them off. She hardly ever did so and in such confined quarters...no, it was much too horrible to think about.
When the vehicle came to a stop there was a burst of murmuring from the group, all wondering where it was they had been taken. Emmeline only cared about getting out of the truck and away from other people. When the hand reached through the darkness and grabbed her roughly to haul her from her seat, her heart fluttered, praying their skin didn't touch hers, and she was grateful to be dropped uneventfully to the ground. Her hopes of returning to isolation now was quickly dashed as her eyes adjusted and she looked around.
The soldiers who had brought her and the others here were shouting, brandishing guns about, and upon closer inspection Emmeline realized with horror that there was a rather large group of people standing in a sort of courtyard, watching the events with varying expressions of their faces, though none of them seemed surprised by the event of a truck pulling in and dumping people out of the back. She could feel herself panicking, her chest constricting. In an insane attempt to remove herself form the crowd, she spun around thinking perhaps she could get back into the vehicle, but all of the soldiers had already climbed back in, having done their duty, and were speeding back through the well-secured walls.
"No...," she whimpered softly, staring after them in shock. What was she to do now?
-----
Every day was the same in this forsaken place. They all had various jobs to keep the place in smooth, working order, there was usually a group meal at night and a bonfire. Nothing ever changed...except on one day every six months. That was when they got another batch of "new arrivals". It was the most excitement that any of them ever really experienced in this place, and as much as Tox acted like he could care less about the whole thing, his curiosity always did get the better of him.
As the rumbling of the approaching convoy became audible, Tox let his eyes drift over the group, and he raked a hand through his brightly colored hair. Everyone seemed calm enough, which was good. Sometimes one of the others would get crazy on a day like today and start trying to make an escape, or taunt the soldiers, and it usually ended up in a mess that Tox had to help clean up. Today would hopefully be uneventful. His eyes landed briefly on a red-head in the back, the nerdy one that was always writing...Brain, that was her name. Good, she'd be needed soon...
"Here we go," he murmured, and stepped forward a little, the others making way for him as the truck pulled into the courtyard. He stood with his arms folded across his chest, watching blankly as the soldiers unloaded their 'cargo', mentally doing a head count. It ended up at a round dozen, one of the more populated truckloads, and he waited patiently while the soldiers got back into their vehicles and drove away.
"Alright, help Brain get their names." It didn't come out sounding like an order, but people started bearing down on the new arrivals, along with the red-headed girl, in order to check for the tattoo behind their right ears. They were sure to all have them...
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Post #6
It was inevitable. Ever since she had first decoded the names of the new arrivals, some three years ago, Brain was now always forced to do the decoding. After all, she was the quickest at it. It took her no more than a moment for a moderate length, and two moments for a longer one. It wasn't that she minded. No, she was glad to help out with the other prisoners - she wondered if she was the only one to call them all that - but the timing could be awfully inconvenient.
With a sigh, she closed her notebook and tucked it into her jacket pocket as some of the more brash of the prisoners flooded her area. "C'mon nerd, your time is up!" cackled a woman whom, as she knew, was able to control water, to an extent.
Silent so as not to provoke any jabs or laughter, Brain let herself be dragged to the new arrivals, who were being prodded into a line. Her eyes softened at the terrified expressions some of them bore. One of them seemed no older than fourteen. With a gentle touch, she grabbed the chin of the first one in line - a Brazilian fellow - and turned his head to the side, her other hand pulling his ear forward so she may peer behind it.
"Your name is Brick," she told him quietly, and then turned to the next one. She went through Jay, Blow, Blink, Art, Morph, Wire, Jet, Mist, Domino, and Jazz. She reached the last one, who, admittedly, looked more terrified than the rest of them.
Brain grimaced ever so slightly; she despised touching those who so obviously don't like to be touched. "I won't hurt you," she murmured in the kindest voice she could muster. In spite of the icy woman's wide eyes and light whimpering, Brain had a job to do. She was as swift as she could be when she took hold of the woman's chin, turned her head aside, and pulled the ear forward. When she touched her, a slight chill ran down Brain's spine, but that wasn't important. The woman jerked, but Brain had seen the tattoo, and that's all she needed. She turned away. "Your name is Reach," she said, and then briskly walked off, face flushed.
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Wire. She didn't know what it meant. She didn't know what it was. Only that the speckle-faced redhead had insisted, ever so quietly, that it was her name. As if Lungile hadn't been her name for the entirety of her life? No one else in the line seemed to question their new nickname, though they all seemed just as confused as she.
The one beside her, that had been called Morph, was a young Arabic teenage boy. "Morph..." he murmured, shook his head a little, and then nodded. Lungile - no, Wire, that was her name now - watched him with a passive interest before looking down the line again. By the Gods, she hoped that this place and their names and the people would be explained. On her other side, Jet. She had seen a tattoo behind his right ear - a string of numbers - that she could only assume was how the redhead discovered their names that she had given them.
She glanced at the very end of the line, at that snow-white woman she had accidentally jabbed beforehand. It almost seemed as if the woman was trembling as the taller woman approached her, and when the freckled girl looked behind the woman's ear, Wire swore she saw her flinch. What an odd reaction.
Wire.
The name kept playing at her thoughts. Could that really be a name? Her name? Wire. It hardly made any sense. But, something hinted to her from the recesses of her mind, a new name could certainly mean a new life. A life without thievery. Without injustice.
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Posted: 6/26/2018 at 5:09 PM
Post #7
No escape, no way out, Emmeline could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest, could almost hear her mind spinning out of control. When the others started herding the new arrivals into a line, her instinct was to run and hide, but it was obvious there was nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide, and so she allowed herself to be guided to the end of the line, making sure to avoid contact with anyone. As soon as they were in a row, a redheaded woman began examining a spot behind everyone's right ear, but Emmeline had stopped paying attention.
This was a nightmare. Emmeline tried to focus on a spot on the ground in front of her, grasping her hands tightly in front of her, so tightly that they hurt. The pain began to center her. She was not a coward, not really, she had built a life for herself in London that had been comfortable, safe. She had been able to go out, go to work, come home to a place that she could be at peace. Now she had been thrust into this new world, this new life, and she felt as though she was unraveling. It wasn't until the red haired woman was in front of her, that she realized what was happening.
"No, please," she whimpered softly, but it was too late.
The woman reached out and grabbed her by the chin to look behind her ear. The contact was brief, but it was enough. Emmeline felt the all too familiar chill go down her spine, an effect she knew the woman would also be feeling, but that wasn't where it stopped for her. There was a jumble of emotions, flashes of images. She saw a cross, felt fear, saw water, felt anger, and then it was over. The redheaded woman walked away, unaware of what had really transpired, leaving her with only a word, no a name...Reach. None of it made sense, and as she stood there trying to gather her thoughts, and intimidating looking man stepped forward as as addressing the new group, telling them about their new names, their new home. She barely heard a single word he said, all she could think about was the life that she wanted back. It was too much, too much...
"My name is Emmeline!" she found herself shouting out loud, staring around at everyone with wide eyes like a trapped, wounded animal.
-----
It was the same thing every time the new arrivals showed up. The shouted threats from the soldiers to keep the other prisoners at bay, not that it was all that necessary since they were clearly armed. Then the new arrivals had to be sorted out. Brain could decipher the tattooed code name behind their ears quicker than anyone else. She had even been the one to "give" Tox his name when he had first arrived. That was three years ago. Now he stood in front of the new group, watching impassively as Brain went down the line, giving each person their new name.
Tox didn't like having to do this job, he did not view himself as a leader, but their last leader of sorts had gone in for one of their "regular examinations" and hadn't returned. It happened every so often, but someone had had to step up and fill his shoes. Tox had only done it because no one else had seemed willing. So once Brain was done reading off everyone's tattoos, he faced all of them with a scowl on his face.
"Alright, listen up," he said assertively, "You all have questions, but those questions will have to wait. We have a lot left to do today and very few daylight hours left. Today you can observe, get used to everything, and tomorrow you'll start helping out. Now Brain has given you your new names. We won't make you tell us what you can do, but it makes things easier to-"
He was cut off when the pale woman at the end of the line made a shout about her name. Aware the the others had begun whispering to each other behind him, he simply stepped calmly forward toward the girl. She definitely looked more frightened than the rest, but he didn't really care about that. He looked her square in the face.
"No," he said, and there very nearly something resembling tenderness in his voice, understanding, "Your name is Reach. Trust me when I say this is easier...your old life is over." He turned his back on her and started walking away from the courtyard. "Alright, everyone, lets get back to work."
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Posted: 6/26/2018 at 5:33 PM
Post #8
Brain couldn't get back to her little table fast enough. Thor ran around her feet, definitely trying to trip her, and she scowled at his energy. She hated being made into a spectacle, being anywhere near the center of attention. She only hoped that those new recruits would do her a favor and forget her face - not that the notion was something she was capable of for any of them.
It was hard, having their terrified expressions burned into her everlasting memory. She wouldn't be the first one to admit that the idea of an infinite memory was awesome. There were certainly perks to it that made her all the more proud of her Ability. But, as there were pros, there were also cons, the most prominent of which being that she could never unsee anything she wouldn't have liked to see much in the first place.
Having reached her table, she quickly sat down and retrieved her notebook, wasting no time in burying her nose in it. She tried to immerse herself in her own thoughts, printed in her scrawling, illegible handwriting, but then that smooth, deep voice cut through, like savory honey travelling down a staircase of flawless stones, illuminated glowingly in the warm embrace of the sunlight.
Too many poetry books!
Brain shook her head quickly, feeling her face and ears heat up once again. "Note to self," she muttered to Thor, who had climbed onto the table. "Cut back on the poetry books."
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This was a new place. This was a new name. Wire was almost charmed by the notion. She knew that this new living area was likely not the other end of the rainbow, so to speak, but she allowed herself a brief moment of happiness in this dreary courtyard filled with rather hostile-looking humanoids. She wasn't even aware that a new start was what she needed in her life.
But here, in these less-than-favorable conditions, she had become detached from her brother, not only in location but also in name. She didn't need to think of him anymore. She was no longer a Fakakube, as he still was. She was merely Wire. Simple, and glorious.
But, oh. One of the rougher-looking men - visibly of Asian descent - was beginning to speak, and Wire was pulled from her reverie. He spoke a lot, mentioning their questions but not, she noticed, actually answering them. As if he couldn't be bothered. But it didn't bother Wire too much; she had the patience to not freak out.
Not like that white woman down there.
She grimaced as the woman at the end, who had trembled so earlier, made an outburst, successfully humiliating herself in front of the entire group of people. Wire shook her head slowly in sympathy. Did the woman - Reach, that's what the peacock-haired man had called her - not listen to a word he had said at all? Her sympathy doubled for the disregarded sir with the hair that could be viewed from a mile away.
Wire rolled her eyes, deciding then to speak up. "We are all in the same boat here!" she shouted down the line at the woman. "You are no more special."
Edited By Creativity on 6/26/2018 at 5:44 PM.
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Posted: 6/27/2018 at 1:08 AM
Post #9
There was much to be done, not that Tox really cared much about any of it beyond the fact that if things became too disorganized meals tended to not be on time. His cobra familiar, Fang, hissed softly from his spot on Toxs arm and Tox grunted in response. It was time for him to go chop wood, it was his turn today. There weren't many people here physically capable of chopping wood, though many had learned over the years, not that it mattered. There were always plenty of jobs to do around here.
"Hey," he called out to the dark skinned woman, Wire, "Why don't you find something do besides make jabs at others? We all come here with baggage, some heavier than others."
It was more noble than he generally liked to portray himself as, but he told himself that this place only functioned as well as it did out of respect for one another. That needed to not change. He started to wander over to the wood chopping station, but detoured back to the main building where Brain had disappeared to. He found her, as usual, practically hidden amongst her books and note papers. He didn't even bother to clear his throat.
"Were you able to figure out where we stashed that last batch of multivitamins?" he asked brusquely, standing in the doorway to her room, slouched against the side with his arms folded again.
-----
Emmeline...or was it really Reach now...flinched visibly when the muscular Asian male stepped towards her. She blinked back tears as he told her her old life was over. How could that be? Why had this happened to her? So many questions and no one was offering answers. She stared in disbelief at the other new arrivals, in particular at the dark-skinned woman who berated Emm...Reach, for acting the way she had. There had to be something seriously wrong with these people. Why were they all so calm?
It was all too much. The green-haired man had said the new arrivals could wander about for the rest of the day, and so Reach bolted away from the crowd as soon as they all started dispersing. She gazed around frantically and finally saw a dark little corner over to her left and made a beeline for it. She sat down on a crate that was partially hidden but vines, placing her gloved hands on either side of her head and taking deep, meditative breaths as she had taught herself long ago. She had to try and make peace with her situation. There was no changing it, that much was clear.
She would have to become Reach.
(NOTE: Okay, so not my best replies xD I couldn't think of anything more clever for Tox to say to Brain and in the end Reach pretty much did just go run and hide. I hope this is enough for you to work with tomorrow.)
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Posted: 6/27/2018 at 10:12 PM
Post #10
Thor, once again, grabbed hold of Brain's pen and began to chew on the end, as he so often liked to do. She rolled her eyes at his common mischief. The mischief of a badger. Sometimes, she wondered how exactly he was chosen to be her familiar. She had never been too playful herself, even as a kid. She had much preferred to stay in her window nook of her room and read her many books, making as little sound as possible, rather than going outside and playing with the other children.
She reached out a speckled hand and gently ruffled the fur on Thor's head. He churred happily in response, detaching his mouth from the pen just long enough to lick her hand before returning his teeth to their chewy prize.
In spite of herself, Brain grinned at his goofiness. She shook her head lightly. "Silly boy," she muttered. Her elation didn't last long, however, as a sudden, silky voice pierced her reverie and she was fully alert.
At the unexpected voice, she startled, her heart speeding up considerably in her chest. She knew who it was before even glancing up at him. Still, she quickly averted her eyes again, only barely hearing his question. "U-um... Y-yeah... d-did you all not s-see?" she stuttered, feeling her ears burn in mortification. She was most certainly not going to meet his gaze now. "Th-they put it t-to the s-side. I-I saw the one g-girl, R-Reach, sit o-on it."
Smooth.
-
Naturally, Wire scowled at the 'top-dog' making such a comment at her, but she was one that knew which battles to pick, and when. Actually, no she wasn't. She just liked to tell herself she was, as a voice deep within her mind reminded her. Still. The magnitude of the place and the situation and all the people was enough to subdue her warrior spirit enough to allow her to resist engaging with the green-haired boy.
And so, everyone kind of...disbanded? The rest of the dozen either fled or began chattering excitedly to one another, and she had never cared much for group interaction. She preferred a one-on-one scenario, personally. With a sigh, Wire looked around the courtyard, still very excited about the whole situation, albeit extremely confused, as well.
The white woman had ran off on her own and sat on a crate. That much she noticed with her scanning of the area. Wire debated going over to speak to her, perhaps apologize for her behavior, but like with 99% of Wire's mental debates, it was solved in two seconds with a solid 'Screw It'.
It took about fifteen steps to reach the girl, isolated in her little corner. Wire sighed inaudibly and placed her hands in the pockets of her jeans, then cleared her throat to let the other woman be aware of her presence.
"I wanted to apologize for my remark," she said quietly, but not quietly enough that the woman would struggle to hear her. "It was uncalled for. This place is just... Wow, you know?" she chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of her neck with one hand.
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