[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/7QcY5pX.gif[/img][h2][color=f7976a]Enna Marlies[/color][/h2][/center]

Enna wasn’t the oblivious sort, but she couldn’t always have her eyes trained on the sky, now could she? So, of course, she missed the rinky dinky freight ship and so her mind was clear of worries. Until her eyes idled upwards and she was met with the silent flight of the Crucible’s ships. Thoughts ran through her head, swirling and twirling in her mind until she was emotionally dizzy. What could she do? There was nothing that poor Enna could do to stop a damn invasion!

Thoughts of her parents dying flashed before her wits and blood splattered across her heart: damn it all. Without another thought to be had, Enna pivoted on her foot and sprinted as fast as she could into the direction from which she just came. Like a bullet, she flew and like a gun, she pushed. Her aching muscles were burning corpses, shriveling up and transforming into ash, and her energy slowly left her. Still, she pushed harder and harder and harder and harder and harder –

[i]Whack![/i]

Enna grasped her throbbing forehead as she plunged downwards and onto her rump. Above her loomed a shadow and, peeking through her eyelashes, Enna saw ebony muscles and long dreads. It was that scary guy, uh, what was his name? It didn’t matter at the moment. Enna shoved herself onto her knees and glared up at the man through her bangs, pointing an accusing finger at him.

[color=f7976a]“Who do you think you are, you-you [i]pansy[/i]! Do you have any idea who I am? Running into me like that! Ha! I should show you what to run into!”[/color] She scowled, ignoring the obvious fact that [i]she[/i] was the one who ran and [i]she[/i] was the one who bumped into him. Because it didn’t matter – Enna was always right and the other was always wrong. 

Enna fumed and crossed her arms, her knuckles turning white as they pressed into her forearms. And then, like a hammer, she remembered exactly what she was doing. Suddenly, an insecurity took hold of her – insecurity over her future and her parents’ future: it was the damn Crucible! She hoped that the small flicker of dying fire inside of her didn’t show and to prove to herself that it wasn’t there, she straightened her back and puffed out her chest.

[color=f7976a]“Didja see those Crucible ships, huh, beefcakes? We don’t have time to be dawdlin’!”[/color] As if to emphasize the moniker she gave him, Enna slapped one of his muscles with the back of her hand and rocked back on her heels in case he would move to hit her. [color=f7976a]"Damn it all."[/color]