[Center][color=teal][h2]Amara [i]Mara[/I] Nguyen[/h2][/color]
[I]Location: Room six - Cafeteria - Game room 
Brief interaction: [@Thundercrash][/I][/center]

How long had she laid there? Time was back to being as meaningless as it was when she first opened her eyes. Was it day or night? Not that it mattered. Mara could feel herself resigning to the hand fate had dealt. That numbness that left her body feeling cold and heavy. She was no stranger to this feeling. When her father had died she wore it like a cloak as she repressed the ache that radiated from her core.

Eyes flitted around the room. Her breathing echoing in the deafening silence. If she kept laying here she was sure she'd be crushed beneath it. Mara forced herself out of her bed once again. Shuffling around the sparse room she poked around in the drawers. Clothes were folded and put away neatly. Shades of black and grey was oddly befitting to her surroundings. The fact that they were nearly spot on with her wardrobe at home didn't even register at this point. They had been watching her long enough that she was sure they knew every aspect of her life, probably better than she did. 

With deft hands she slid her blemished sun dress from her shoulders. The loose fabric pooled around her feet, still clad in her scuffed dress shoes.

Mara simply stepped away from the fabric, leaving it there for someone else to deal with, as she plucked a pair of soft black pants from the drawer. The room was fridged against her skin as she kicked off her beloved shoes and slid on the new pair of pants. They clung to her slender form and tapered off around her ankles. Mara made an annoyed sound; for all the effort they put into researching they should've known that she was not a big fan of the skinny leg fad that seemed to be raging like a wildfire in the fashion world. 

Hastily she nabbed a simple looking white shirt. Mara slid it over her head while her fingers pinched and pulled the fabric until it settled. The garment slid off to one side, exposing her shoulder, and once again Mara felt a slight twinge of annoyance. They may of gotten the color scheme right but the style,  not so much. 

Stepping into her bathroom she came face-to-face with the stranger that peered back at her with deadend eyes. Most of her make up she had scrubbed off in Mayrui's room though still a bit remained around her eyes. Wetting her fingertips she washed off the dried tears. Ignoring the fact her face was still tinged pink and puffy from earlier.

Now what?

As if answering her question a rumble called out from her belly. [I]'Food.'[/I] Even her thoughts felt stale in her head.

She quickly stepped back out into the hall. They had went to the cafeteria earlier but didn't stay. Her companion at the time anxious to be rid of the throng of teens that had collected there. Idly she wondered if she would come across anyone when her thoughts were abruptly interrupted. A male voice swelled and poured out into the hall. Singing?

Who in the hell was singing? 

She was baffled but there was a tiniest hint of a smile creeping across her face. The words were thick and strange. She recognized it as the same as the scaled girl in the auditorium had been shouting before they carried her away. A cold chill danced down her spine. She felt for her. Understanding her anger and fear. The fact the guards had simply removed her left Mara with an uneasy feeling in her stomach. 

The singing no longer brought her amusement. Instead Mara quickened her pace and hurried past his door. 

In fact she had broken out into a full sprint. Her bare feet thudding against the hard floor as she slid into the cafeteria. [I]'You're acting crazy.'[/i] her inner voice chided as she slowed to catch her breath. 

It didn't seem like anyone was here at the moment. Picking her way over to the vending machines Mara wearily looked over her choices. Nothing looked particularly appealing but the rumbling in her stomach had now picked up and she needed to appease it. Quickly pressing a button she picked a simple bag of pretzels. 


Collecting her snack she surveyed the empty room. The others would surely migrate here eventually and while part of wanted to be surrounded by others who understood she wasn't sure if she was ready. 

Stepping back into the hallway she read the sign once more.

[I]'A game room?'[/I]

That sounded interesting. She made her way back down the corridor, mindlessly eating her snack, as she came across the scaled girl from before. Mara hesitated as she shot her a small smile. Inside she was relieved that she seemed to be OK. Mara wasn't sure if she should say hi. Instead she opted to stand there awkwardly before giving the girl a friendly wave and rushing past. Heat crept up and colored her face, she should've asked if she was OK at least though Mara wasn't sure if the girl would've understood her. Either way she couldn't force herself to go back at this point. 

Hurrdily she found her way to the game room. Mara was impressed as she took in the lushly decorated room. The carpet felt good beneath her feet as she made her way to a pool table. Nova's parents actually had one in their basement and Nova was quick to dominate Mara at the game. 

Setting aside her half empty bag of snacks she moved to set up the pool balls and select a pool stick off its rack. 

Like with Nova's the table was it was a smidge too tall for her; as she stood on her tippy toes and pressed into the table to line up her shot. [I]CRACK.[/i] The sound was sharp as the cue ball slammed into the neatly arranged stack. It felt good to do something familiar and Mara felt her body relax. A crack in her numbness had formed as she shifted around the table, lining up her shots and trying to get the balls into the desired pockets.

Music had began to seep it's way into her head. Maybe it was the small joy she had felt in the hallway earlier but she couldn't shake it. Quickly she found herself swaying softly as her lips mouthed invisible words she lost herself in her game. 


[Color=teal]"I could pray and trick with a double tongue, but the only fool here's me, I choose the way to go, but the road won't set me free,"[/color] her voice was soft and hushed. Mara was by no means an excellent singer but she could at least hit the needed notes. Her voice trailed off as she took another shot and missed. [Color=teal]" This day will die tonight and there ain't no exception. Why should I wait for nothing to wait for. I won't cry for my solitude, lay my head and dream of you. And hope that you'll come knocking on my door and maybe tomorrow is a better day."[/color] 

Now her voice was bright and loud as she continued her funny dance around the room. Stopping to grab a pretzel here and there. It was the first time she throughly felt herself feel anything but sorrow and anger since she had woke up. Basking in the minor distraction of her solitude.