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[h2][color=#FE2160]Nyt Årud[/color][/h2]
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[b][u]Location[/u][/b]: Rundown Motel; New York City.
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: [color=99ccff]Edwina[/color] - [@Morose].
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	A dark haired girl sat upon the clean, white sheets of the motel bed as she flipped through the channels of the TV.  Her mind was absent, remembering every single event in the past two months.  From the time she even heard of the group to when they met up and left for Colombia, and now… this: all or most of her new friends were now dead, after getting hit by the Suicide Squad unexpectedly.  She had trusted the committee to protect one another, but in the end, they either fought for themselves or ran.  Edwina and Nyt had learned to trust each other and because of their teamwork, they kept each other safe.  She tried hard not to cry as she remembered how they entered their room, ready to see them.  But their plan was impeccable and seeing nothing/hearing no one, the Suicide Squad left them alone as Nyt cowered in her bed, trying her hardest to absorb all sounds from Edwina and herself.
	She pulled herself out of her thoughts when she heard footsteps, tensing up slightly.  She absentmindedly absorbed the sounds from the room as someone stopped before her door and fumbled with bags to pull out a key.  She nearly bolted out the door to crash into the visitor, but when she saw it was her friend, she let out a small laugh and let the sound flood the room again.  She looked over at Edwina as she assured her the Clown or Gunmen weren’t nearby and a small smile appeared on her tired, slightly salty face as she grabbed her beloved McDonald’s bag.  “This is the one clown I can handle at the moment.”
	She immediately dug in along with her friend, scarfing down her McDouble and washing it down water to combat all the grease.  “[color=FE2160]IDs are still being printed; my brother is the military so he’s learned some of the finest tricks, paid for by the US Government,[/color]” she said, grinning at the last part.  “[color=FE2160]As for the hair, mine was always short so they’ll most likely expect me to grow it out.  I think the only think I can do is dye it and [i]slightly[/i] grow it out, but not too much.  What kind of hairstyle are you looking for?[/color]” she asked, her grinning getting wider.