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

Enna rolled her eyes and ran a hand through her hair, glancing down at the black guy before her. [color=f7976a]“Whatever, [i]Beefcakes[/i]. I’m Enna.”[/color]

She threw herself onto the floor, a sweaty puddle of mess, hair clung to her face and her cheeks were ruby red. Her chest felt as if her ribs were piercing her lungs and she could not gulp down enough air. She felt hot and burning and sweaty and [i]awful[/i]. Grass stuck to her legs and she bit her lip, glancing to the distance, wondering if the Crucible would find them.

Shrugging, she glanced over at the muscular man and slapped his beefy arm. [color=f7976a]“Where do we go now?”[/color]

Enna lay back, stretching, though tense and waiting for the Crucible to pop out at any time. She held a hand up to the sky and measured the trees against her fingers, her fingers suddenly appearing huge to her eyes.

[color=f7976a]“Beefcakes…”[/color]

Enna stopped, biting her lip and sitting back up. Tears burned at the edge of her eyes, but she quickly wiped away the salty water. She felt insecure, crying in front of a stranger, oh how her mother would frown. Immediately, as reflex, she smirked that fox-like smirk and glanced back at Pansy.
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“Good thing I came up with the plan, eh? If you did, we would’ve been dead.” [/color]She sniffed snootily, though it wasn’t her best of insults, and wiped her brow.