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Jan 29, 2015 02:39PM
[ ack, sorry bout the delay, Meli ]
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Claudia Girard.. She barely knew anything about this girl, like practically all of them with the exception of the Twos because most of them were already famous to begin with. "You're a Six." She said plainly, adding in a sneer. She had meant to phrase it as a question, but it came out so flatly even the sneer couldn't make it sound mean.
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Melisquish wrote: ""Yes. I am." She replied straight on, ignoring the sneer. "Although I suppose I'm a three, now. Not a six anymore." A three. The highest she'd ever been, with all her caste jumping. Four to six to ..."
A Six. And she certainly didn't seem to mind her low caste, Rhiannon noted. "I doubt that you'll be a Three for much longer though." She said simply, not adding any emotion into what she said. When a thought struck her, she wanted to voice all of it bluntly, but for the sake of her spot in the Selection she only said one half of the thought aloud. "Are you a maid?"
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[ Meli, do all girls actually remain Threes? ]
[ Oh. I didn't know that... ]
Melisquish wrote: ""After the Selection, all girls remain threes, even if they're eliminated," she replied. She was rather uncomfortable with the idea of being a three, quite honestly. She was no scholar, doctor, tea..."
She had forgotten that somehow, but either way it didn't really effect her because she had always been a Three. She wrinkled her nose slightly, "Anyhow, I don't know how a maid could ever be a good Three. You'd probably just be dusting biology textbooks."
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Definitely not. But by now she was getting rather annoyed. The girl didn't talk much, and so she was considering just walking off without a word but at the same time she wanted to learn more about her fellow Selected. "You don't talk much." She stated blandly.
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"Well you aren't talking that much to me at least." and I think you should, I can't offend you if you don't "Although you look like you talk a lot."
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It sounding like something she would say. Not wanting to be outdone in the least, she picked up the cup of tea in front of her. "Now I have." Her eyes widened slightly as the hotness hit her tongue. After another sip she relaxed having gotten accustomed to the warmth. "I suppose its okay.. A bit hot thought."
[ these two may actually get along okay XD ]
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Finally, something she could make 'friendly' conversation out of. "Well you've probably only ever tasted water all your life so I wouldn't put it upon you to judge."
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At a loss for words for only the third time in her life- funnily enough she had had these losses all during the Selection. Smoothing down her pale yellow dress, she sipped her tea. "Ah."
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[ sorry, sorry, snowstorm = power outages I hate Canada so much ]
"Do you think you can win?" She asked, out of the blue, pushing herself past that enraging smile and letting herself not think before she spoke.. as usual. This awkwardness just had to stop.
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"Yes, but I'm sure Queen Riley didn't smile so infuriatingly at anyone." She muttered under her breath, posing herself to get up and leave any moment after that.
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Probably so, She thought. Glancing at the clock above Claudia's head, she pursed her lips slightly. "Look at the time. I'm afraid I have to go. I'll see you around, Claudia, I'm sure." She said as she stood up and started walking out.
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"Well, so long as you don't explode in the process, I guess there's no harm in succumbing to social awkwardness and making friends with shattered glass pieces," Heather replied with a cheeky grin, before giving a little twirl to put the book in the shelf behind her. This was the non-fiction physics section, and she had picked the book up in the young adult romance novels, but being nice to those reorganizing and reshelving the books in the library was the least of her concern. Jake looked so much younger than her, than her brother, and yet she reckoned that academically, he was smarter than both of them combined. She pursed her lips at the thought before wheeling around.
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[ no worries ^^ ]
By the time the alarms started ringing up and down the hallways, Elysia was already prepared. Her mother had sent a warning ahead concerning the time and anything else they had managed to figure out. Dark blue jeans, black combat boots, a black tank top with a black hoodie zipped over it - even Elysia's hair was black, the perfect semblance of night. A knife was tucked into each boot, and beneath the jacket she had a handgun - a silver .40 Smith & Wesson. The only shards of light on her that evening. It was nearly midnight, and Elysia sat on the ground, back to the door, elbows resting on her knees, calm. She could hear the guards chatting quietly in the hallway outside, and when their footsteps started away from the row of rooms, right on time, Elysia knew it was only a matter of minutes before the madness ensued and the alarms began.
There was absolute quiet for five long seconds, and then the sound of feet running down the hallway. That was her cue. Elysia stood, slipped out of her room, pulled her hood up over her head, and started down the hallway at a light jog, senses alert. Suki had said, in the letter Elysia had burnt moments after reading, that they could have convinced the Southern rebels to hold off on their attack. But they had seen an opportunity in this bloodbath. A chance for Elysia to prove herself useful and gain the trust of the other Selected girls and the royal family, and especially Perry's trust. The Southerners were playing unknowing aids in Elysia's mission of being crowned queen. Trust Suki to use the Southerners' plan for her own gain.
Down the back stairs, swing left into the small service corridor, through the unobtrusive door that led into the library - just as the alarms blared. Ears ringing, Elysia stopped short, and then advanced slowly towards the one light in the library, hand hovering close to her gun.
"Holy shit," she muttered under her breath, seeing the Selected girl sitting comfortable as you please with a book on Illean politics in her hands during the beginning of a rebel attack. Granted, it had only just started, but still.
"Scarlett, right? You should probably find a safe room," Elysia suggested, relaxing slightly and shooting the girl a smile.
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If Elysia had looked closer, she might have seen the pale hands tightened around the bound cover of the large book, she might have seen the paling the slightest shade at the sound of the alarms. Scarlett wasn't simply sitting, no she was paralysed for a short span of time. But, of course, she'd learned to hide this well, and Elysia had not been there before the tightening and the paling, so she couldn't have known that it had occurred.
She glanced up, scanning the new arrival to the room. For half a second, she thought it was a rebel. The dark clothing, and everything. But that soon passed when she recognized the face. She had been studying her folder of selected girls, after all.
This was Elysia Rienne. 19 years old, a five. Dancer. There had been surprisingly little information about her in the file her mother had managed to dig up, but then again maybe it wasn't so surprising. She was only a five, after all, no one of consequence. When Scarlett had seen her photos, she'd marked her on her list of threats. The girl was beautiful, after all, even if she was only a five.
Seeing her now, Scarlett revised her decision. The girl wasn't beautiful. She was stunning, gorgeous. The dark clothes only highlighted her, they did not hide her. Yes, she was definitely someone to take out in this competition. Later, though. This was not the time, as the constant ringing of the alarms reminded her.
Reassured that this was indeed a Selected girl, she shut her book carefully, placing it on a side table. Then a thought struck her. Pants were forbidden. So why was this girl not only wearing pants, but boots, a hoodie... It was suspicious, to say the least.
But Scarlett just smiled weakly in reply, her eyes wide and worried. "I have to confess my mind was drawing a blank, there... I panicked for a moment. You came in at a bad time, I suppose." Her face flushed as if embarrassed as she got to her feet. "Your name was Elysia, right? And the nearest safe room was only a few hallways down, if I remember correctly... To the right?"
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