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[Avaloni]

• 24 • Doctor • Short • Smart • Friendly • Blonde • Rebellion Supporter • Waitress •

Shaylee is a friendly waitress at Rusty's nightclub. She manages the other waitresses and all the patrons there respect her. She also cleans up afterhours with Rusty, just because. She's a doctor, although not many people know that. She helps tendits whenever she can. She's a supporter of the rebellion, and is strongly against Goldhawks. Her father was a general in the navy before a Goldhawk missile killed him. She moved out of the William household when she was 18, and moved into Estrella City, being the only one of her kin there. She began a fast friendship with Rusty, and learned about his club. She decided to join on as a waitress there to help any tendits that came by. The reason she never works as a doctor anywhere is because most hospitals are under Goldhawk control and supervision. She doesn't have a boyfriend or a terribly high abundance of friends in general.. but she's sweet and always aims to please. Shaylee has always been very self-concious about her height and hasn't gone a day without wearing heels after her fifteenth birthday. She has pretty, long, blonde hair which she straightens and then curls with an iron.

[.:bunches:.]

Esperanza sort of grunted an answer around another bite of potato soup and watched Anastasia go. She looked at Tabitha who looked like she was feeling uncomfortable. "Don't worry sweetie. It's okay. We'll go after her in a minute. We'll be safe and warm and fed and comfortable, at least for now. I understand it's all very unsettling to be sure, but I think we can all get through this if we pull together and look after each other." She finished her soup, downed the last of her drink and took the rest of her and Tabitha's dishes to the kitchen and washed them quickly, leaving them on the rack to drain and dry. She gathered up a few napkins, not remembering if there were any downstairs, nodded to Rusty, and took Tabitha by the hand. "Follow me." She led them through the club to the custodians cabinet and pulled the key from it's slot, which Stasi had so thoughtfully replaced, and then ventured down to the basement. It was fairly dim when they got there. She assumed Stasi had turned down the lights. She fished blankets and pillows out for the two of them and not exactly remembering if she saw any bedrooms behind the doors, and not wanting to be a disturbance if Stasi was already asleep, laid them out on the twin sofas. "Let's get some sleep, who knows what tomorrow will bring."

[lavender & lilac;;]

Tabitha nodded, remaining quiet, she didn't want to cause a problem. She really hoped that nothing would happen to ruin her stance right now. She had already been chased twice. Tabitha hadn't even gotten very far in her training and these girls were obviously more advanced than she was. She hoped to stay on their good side. She had finished her soup and what little bit of drink she had left, but she didn't really want it anyway because even though she was hungry, she had already been through so much in the day that her stomach was doing flips.

She followed Espy like she was told, settling on the couch. She looked around before closing her eyes, before she knew it she was asleep.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

~Caroline~

Caroline walked through the woods. How had she even gotten here? She didn't know. She didn't remember a lot right now. Caroline figured it was because she was so tired. She was walking in a swerve, so it looked like she was dizzy, but she was just really tired. But she couldn't fall asleep. She had to be a safe distance first. She had to make sure she would not be found. Caroline clutched her machete, and finally decided to lean against a tree. Caroline's vision had finally gotten in focus, and she saw a little stream. She then realized that she was parched. Caroline fell on her knees next to the stream, and took big sips. She also washed her face and arms a bit. She heard her stomach rumbling, and thought about all the fish that could be in there, but knew there weren't any. Caroline decided to just get a squirrel, or bird, or something. She looked around, and kept walking. She hoped to find someone that could help her.

[.:bunches:.]

"Babe-it's time."

Sherry nodded, looked up at the clock, then down at her son. Andrew would normally be asleep right now, but she'd made him take a long nap that afternoon so he wouldn't be too sleepy when it was time for them to leave. She tightened the laces on his little hiking boots, zipped his jacket, and pulled up his hood. She looked around their little house checking locks and windows, and oddly found herself straightening stray cushions on the couch. She was stalling. "Time to go kiddo, let's go find your sister." She reached into her pack and pulled out a lollypop. "It's blueberry."

She slung her pack onto her back, pulled her son up onto her hip and went out the door. With winter, Larry had been warming the car while she locked up. She locked the front door, and walked to the van. After buckling Andrew into his seat, she got into her own, opened the thermos she had put there before the sun went down and took a swig straight from it. Larry pulled out of the driveway and meandered his way through backroads. They had planned to cut through the woods, though it was a longer route, to get from their secluded little home to the city. There weren't very many clubs left that were still open, and Jules had said that he'd left the girl at a club near his own. The route they were taking would take a good deal more time, and they wouldn't be getting into town until well after dawn the day after tomorrow. They'd decided that they would stay in the van for tonight after they'd made a good distance. Andrew was already nearly asleep and Sherry reached back and took the sticky lolly stick and wiped his hands with a wetnap.

About three hours into their drive, Larry said, "I think we should stop. It's getting late, and we really should let him lay out on the seat. He looks so uncomfortable with his neck cricked sideways like that." He pulled into the woods, and stopped the van near the creek. He got out of the van to stretch his legs and check the tires before they went to sleep. He walked down to the creek and saw a teenage girl stooped across the creek washing her hands and arms. It wasn't until she turned, just a touch, that he saw not only the machete on the ground next to her, but also the bottom tips of her wings.

He quietly made his way up the stream about fifty yards and cut across, then backtracked to near the girl. "Hello, please don't get upset or anything. I'm with the resistance. My wife and I are on our way to save another young Tendit that escaped presumably the same time you did. You look tired and hungry. We have food, and our van is warm. Please, my name is Larry. I don't want to hurt you, I'm asking that you please not do anything to hurt me or my family. You Tendits are remarkably strong and fast. I've no doubt you'd best me if you tried. I only want to help..." He paused, not sure what else to say and keeping his hands opened in front of him, quietly waited for an answer.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

~Caroline~

Caroline stood up to her full height, which was about a head and a half shorter than the man. She couldn't trust anyone, so she held her machete tightly at her side. Caroline looked him in the eyes, and looked at the car in the distance."You-you won't hurt me? I- I am Caroline, by the way. N-nice to meet you, Larry Sir. I don't want to hurt you, either. This is just for protection. Th-thank you."Caroline said all of this in a shaky voice. She knew she could trust this man. He seemed like a fatherly figure, even though Caroline never met her father. She just knew.

[.:bunches:.]

Larry put his hands down. "Follow me, I think you and Sherry are close to the same size, lets get you something clean to wear first of all, and food." He reached into the breast pocket of his hunting vest and pulled out what looked to be a small foil packet. "They don't taste fabulous or anything. It's called an MRE. This one happens to be 'a peanut butter sandwich'. Tastes like one, though stale, but has the texture of tree bark." He talked as he walked and took her hand as they crossed the creek.

"Sherry," he called out in a loud whisper, not wanting to wake Andrew, or Sherry either if she was already sleeping.

"I'm right here, I watched you go. I saw her too. Come here sweetie. It's ok. Larry is my husband and, oh dear, why did you give her that awful thing??? Ick, come here and try this." Sherry pulled the cup off of the top of her thermos and walked over to a small campfire and poured a reddish liquid into the cup. It had bits and peices in it. "Its soup, bits of vegetables, in beet broth. Try it. It's not five star cooking but it's certainly better than that styrofoam stuff. Larry, the object isn't to scare her away. MRE's!?! Really?!? Save those for when the good stuff runs out. Sheesh." She handed Caroline the cup and poured one for herself and her husband.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

~Caroline~

Caroline was about to take the MRE, as her only source of food. Then, he heard the woman. Sherry, is what Larry had said was her name. "Uh... Thank you very much, Miss Sherry." Caroline carefully took the cup of soup with both hands, and sat on the ground. She said a quick blessing, then started eating slowly. It was delicious. It was probably the best meal she had ever had. They never served great meals at a concentration camp. Caroline looked up at the two, and smiled deeply. She was so glad that someone had found her, and they weren't just trying to kill her. She took another spoonful of soup, then took a sip of water from the creek.

[.:bunches:.]

"You're welcome. You should get some rest when you're done eating. The seats in the van fold out so there'll be enough room. I hope you don't mind sharing with my son, he's six so you'll be safe, save possibly lollypop residue. Larry and I will take the front, the captains chairs recline back pretty far so it's ok. I know you're probably scared, but I don't know you well enough to keep calling you sweetie. Do you have a name? Larry's horrible at introductions." Sherry rinsed her cup, and Larry's as she spoke, and re-packed them right away. The girl looked grateful and nervous simultaneously. Sherry didn't want to be too forceful, and understood that she was probably still in shock. You don't go through an escape from a deadly, gene-manipulating, life-controlling tyrannical existence like that of the Facility and not come out without some damage. "Are you injured at all, you look like you're in decent shape, but if there's anything you need that I can help with please don't be afraid to ask. We've both got a good deal of experience fighting the Goldhawks and the Facility."

[Avaloni]

Shaylee walked inside the target, her heels clicking against the white tile. Her presence was painfully obvious. The white LED lights above her head shone on her like a spotlight. She bit her lower lip. Why were these people staring at her?? There were a couple of employees, both watching her nonchalantly from their counters. The few customers here so late at night were all Goldhawk workers, she could tell by their boastful yellow-orange jackets they dared to call gold. Their eyes followed her like vultures; stalking her with their eyes. She felt like a spotlight was on her as she walked to the makeup section. She was carrying a red basket with a black handle, the white target painted on the center. She looked through the fake self-tanners until she found one that looked the strongest, and most natural. She picked up a few in a few different shades and put them in the basket. Ugh, now time for the cover-up items, so I don't seem weird. It wasn't too likely that they'd suspect she was trying to hide a girl with green skin just because she bought a few cans of fake tan, but she wanted to be safe. She went over to the groceries and picked up a small pack of strawberries. They were kind of old, and expensive, but they were her favorite food, so she put them in the basket. Next she went to the snack isle, and picked out some SweetTarts candy (because why not?) and some peanuts (Rusty had said he wanted more for some dessert he was trying out anyway) and a tub of french bean vanilla ice cream (also for Rusty's new dessert item). She walked to the check-out, heels again making her painfully noisy. The goldhawk guys that were there earlier had stayed still, they were sitting down at a table. One of them, a muscular ginger smiled at her. She ignored him. After she finished paying for her items she walked to her car, carrying two plastic bagfuls of groceries. The ginger guy walked up to her, he seemed about her age. "Hey, you need some help with those?" Shaylee tried not to look too repulsed. Did this goldhawk just ask me if I needed help? Is he honestly trying to hit on me!? "Um, no." She didn't look him in the eye as she said it, walking through the slide-open doors, brushing past him. "Uh, okay, have a good night." He waved after her awkwardly, and went back inside. Shaylee got to her car, slung the bags in the backseat, then started the car by pressing the glowing "on" button.