[color=fff79a][b]Hazel Baker[/b][/color]

Her mind was full of questions.

Through the classes and Fred's explanation, all she could think about was the dream. Kusari mentioned having a similar dream, but it seemed to lack the urgency and the sense of danger of hers, at least, as far as Hazel gathered. It was scary to think that she might be the only one experiencing this. Did Kusari hate her now? Probably. Scary things weren't something people wanted to hear. Thus she remained alone with her dreams, of her ever cracking room. 

The price of power.

But how much was she willing to stand for more? The battle they had fought reminded her that she was weak, weaker than even some of the others. Hazel was sure she was growing stronger with every dream she experiences, but those dreams scares her a lot. She was both afraid of being too weak for them and being too scary for them. She didn't want to be punished again. She didn't want to-

[color=f7976a]"You want them back? Pay attention."[/color]

Pulled away from her own thoughts, she listened intently to Fredric. Basically the rules boiled down to take their flags, prevent them from taking your flag, find then bring back any healers and prevent the other team from doing the same. Anything goes as long as as the others didn't die. It had objectives that was better defined, and a goal that was more readily apparent than the first fight she had been to, so even without orders, she could perhaps figure out the best option to take. If Lawrence had no orders, and leave her to her own devices again that was.

As for that list of electives, she simply jotted down subjects in a random pattern; first woodworking, then music, home ec, PE, art, film study, creative writing, and lastly computer science. Hazel had no real knowledge of any of the subjects, and thus no real interest or passion for any of them.

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Finally, they were corralled into some sort of observation room, with monitors everywhere; of note the ones with a view of Ground Zero. That girl was there again, a girl Hazel had forgotten the name of. Daisy was it? She was grinning widely all the time like some overexcited kid —[i]at a play ground, where she spun around giggling[/i]— at their first time in a circus. There was food and drinks aplenty on the table, but that was not what she was staring at. 

One of the girls in the observation room was dressed in what she could only recognize as underwear.

None of the others seemed to think it was strange as well. She ran possible scenarios in her head before finally reaching a conclusion. It was possible that the girl had taken off her clothes in an effort to minimize restrictions on her movements. Hazel looked down on her own clothing, looking over the simple blouse with puffed sleeve tops, and the simple brown long skirt. It certainly looks like it was possible her clothes could hamper her in some inconvenient way in a crucial moment.

[color=fff79a]"I see."[/color]

With those words, she started undressing, popping the buttons on her blouse first.