[center][h2][color=teal]Amara [i]'Mara[/i] Nguyen[/color][/h2]
[i]Location: Room seven Mayuri's room[/i][/center]


[b]"D-don't... W-worry about it... U-um, y-yeah, you can g-get some water... "[/b] Mayuri said as she stood to the side a little. 

Goodness, all of this felt so surreal as Mara stepped passed the girl. She couldn't shake off the leaden weight that hung around her shoulders. It took her everything in her not to just lay down quietly and stay there but that would be admitting defeat. There was a young girl here, a fact Mara silently cursed as she turned the handle on the faucet, who knows who else they had taken. Or the reason why. A surge of anger boiled in the pit of her stomach as Mara looked into the mirror for the first time. Looking back at her was someone she didn't recognize. There was sorrow and emptiness that poured from her dark blue eyes. Her lip was swollen and angry with dark blood caked down her chin. Normally the white wash of her hair was bouncy and soft but now; it just looked matted and in disarray. She tore her eyes away from the picture in front of her not wanting to look at it any longer.

This was not the Mara she knew but then again, how would she know? How was she supposed to react? There was a swirl of emotions that battled within her and in the end all it did was leave her feeling empty and shell shocked. 

Scooping the cold water in her hands she drank it greedily. The fire that once burned in the back of her throat soothed it's angry roar. She needed that. A nervous energy now buzzed in the back of her head as a thousand questions assualted her but first thing was first. Mara scooped another handful of water and splashed it against her face. With gentle motions she scrubbed away the crusted blood and washed away the smeared makeup that trailed beneath her eyes. Wetting her fingers she dragged it through her hair; pulling at tangles and breaking the knots that had formed. 

She looked back at herself; there she was. Still pale and exhausted looking but there was the girl she knew. A spark had returned to her and while there was nothing to do about the bruises or her busted lip it was still a start. Shutting off the water she stepped back into Mayuri's room only to find the little girl settled on her bed; picking at her jacket with anxious fingers. Mara let out a soft sigh, [b]"Thank you, Mayuri,"[/b] she gave the girl a small half smile, [b]"I really needed that... this whole thing. Well, I'm pretty sure you know."[/b] Her voice had found it's strength again though the tone still whispered with a certain harshness. She figured it'd go away in a few days. Along with the rest of her wounds but for now it was a start. 

Taking a hesitant step towards her, Mara shifted nervously on the balls of her feet. [b]"There's quite a few others out there...I'm not sure how many but,"[/b] she trailed off before clearing her throat, [b]"How are you feeling?"[/b] She wanted to change the subject. Mayuri was clearly as anxious as she was though as Mara took a closer look at her she was relieved to see that she seemed unharmed. Physically at least. She wanted to do something for her. Like she would do when her little sister had a hard day at school. A memory bubbled to the surface of the two of them swinging by the lake. Lillith's face shining for the first time as her cheeks scrunched up the way all small children's do; until they lose the baby fat. An unbidden smile formed on her lips as the mirth of her littlest sisters laughter bounced freely in her head. Mara would do anything to hear her laugh again. To see them again and with that the smile faded as quickly as it came. 

She made a silent promise to herself. She'd get out of here and she'd take Mayrui out of here too.

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