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[intriguing]

Zoë had long since gotten out the room, she was wandering around the warehouse, trying to find a decent pair of socks. Her scattered brain had only just remembered that fundamental accessory for her warmth, so she looked everywhere. Eventually found some, and odd pair but at least they were hers. Also she found a guitar and a packet of old sweets and some wood and nails. She had completely forgotten that. Her failure at trying to rebuild a cupboard to put things inside. She had put things inside it, but it wasn't exactly a cupboard, maybe the ruins of one or something along those lines. She had worked for a while she remembered now, as she walked back to Tae holding her guitar, she couldn't remember exactly where but she knew she had. She was odd like that, memory gaps, yet she always found what she was looking for in the end.

[average]

[ faust marylin rosin. \\ ] Mumbling something inaudible, her eyes still shut tight, Faust could sense movement in the warehouse, and opened her eyes, rubbing them with her small hands. She could hear a few words hear and there, but they were talking pretty quietly, and some of them didn't make sense, so Faust was sure she was hearing wrong. She sat up with her legs criss-crossed over, watching their lips move, and attempted to decipher what they were saying. Faust was pretty good with reading lips, and she understood most of it. "Fun? But we need to at least find food!" She said quietly, and as if on cue, her stomach growled with ferocity. "See?" She said pointedly. "Besides, it's not like we can really go out in public..."

[intriguing]

"Why can't we go outside?" said Zoë, "I'm sick and tired of being cooped up in this place, we never get out and talk to normal people anymore. I know that we can't, but we used to take risks, can't we do that, just once, get out, be careful?" Zoë knew her plees would never work, she wasn't in the council, she had no authority, and it was a very dangerous world for them outside nowadays. She just wished there were no such thing as 'The Mecca', then they could at least try and integrate themselves normally. Much as she loved her friends here, she strived for the company of others, she wished she wasn't her sometimes.

[average]

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