The Testing ☢ The Pain ☣ The Revolt /v.2 -accepting

[j. bourne]

Genive smiled and sat in the other bunk now respecting Silas was one of the people who liked space. She'd stay on his good side. "Its potato." Twirling her finger around a curl.

☬ Pure Symbol Weaponry ☬ Gender Masculine ☬ Age 16 ☬ Feeling Happy ☬ Location Rebel Base Camp ☬ Tags Genive

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Looking down at the spoon, Silas caught sight of a large piece of potato resting in the middle of the spoon. He grinned and stuck it in his mouth. "I didn't know potatos were this good in soup. The last time I had potatos was... I don't even remember..." Setting down the spoon, the lanky albino moved on to the vegetables. He poked through them, taking a bite of each. Casting his ghostly blue eyes back to the apple, he picked it up and took another bite of it, "Again, thank you for the food. I really appreciate it." Silas stopped for a moment to breathe, glancing back at Genive. She was nice, but he couldn't trust her completely... Not yet at least.

[Ayato ototochan]

Max
He frowned "bravery? Courage? I guess I have those qualities...I don't know" he murmured and smiled "intelligence I do have!" He giggled before blushing in embarrassment "adorableness huh? I'm not adorable..." He smiled when his hair was ruffled and giggled innocently. His blue eyes shimmered.

[fiver]

Genive giggled and looked at him and smiled brightly. "its no biggie." Twirling her finger around her brown curl a bit more before reaching to the rose and then walked to the bathroom getting a glass and filling it with water then sticking the rose into it. watching it perk up then walking back to Silas and sitting across from him.

Eric smiled. "What ever."

[Ayato ototochan]

Max
He frowned "it's true!"

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"Have it your way." the girl whispered, gingerly retrieving an object from the sole of her shoe. The blade was merely two inches long. It was classified as a neck knife for it's small size, though she hid it in her shoe. Her attempt to slash his chest was halted with a firm shout of "Stop!" Immediately the blade dropped from her hand and hit the floor. The harsh metallic clatter echoed around the cell.

[fiver]

Stark raised a eyebrow as he watched her. He was not easily impressed. But instead he simply crossed his arms.

Eric poked his cheeks. "I ink so and myself agree."

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[fiver]

Stark walked towards her until he was a few Ines from her. His voice gruff. "Next time watch your attitude. Some guards aren't patient as me. I will not be as...Forgiving next time." He said, picking up the knife and putting it in her hands. Walking to the door and started to unlock it.

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She sat down on her bed in one swift moment, anticipating his leaving. Shortly after she slipped the blade back into her shoe carefully and eyed him down with a sour expression.
"Don't expect pures to give you demons any respect." she breathed, unwilling to give up her angry charade.

[fiver]

"Demons? That's a little harsh dontou think?" He said and walked out of the cell then lock I it back and staying away from the bars b still facing them.