[centre][b][color=fff200][h1]Niesha[/h1][/color][/b]

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[b]location:[/b]Initially Sophie and Nieshas apartment, then moving towards the mess hall[/centre]

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niesha have a sigh, and decided to argue anymore about trying to make amends. That involved them actually wanting to make amends with her. She could go and talk herself hoarse, it wouldn't do any good unless they actually listened to her. And [i]Froggy[/i] didn't seem to be one to listen. She saw Sophie sigh, looking to her missing hand. 

[color=fff200]"it will take a while, but you'll soon be able to do lots of things you could before..."[/color] she said softly, trailing off. She couldn't keep the guilt out of her voice, and if she could hear it, Sophie could to, and there was no point starting that discussion again.  

As she went on to say she had dated a girl, Niesha found herself almost whiplashed by emotions, glancing away as she moved to grab the wheelchairs handles. She didn't really know what to say, and gave a heavy sigh [color=fff200]"I guess...that it doesn't really matter where they are. We can't do anything but worry and wonder. Maybe we find some hint, and maybe we can find them. But maybe doesn't help with survival. My brother...if I couldn't find him in 19 years...is probably long gone. My college room mate...well, she was strong, so if anyone could make it through it would be her. She was...well, she was just about my first everything"[/color] first kiss, first love, first true friend...Niesha shook her head, [color=fff200]"but hope is all we have, and perhaps that is what makes humanity so...able to survive, even with something like this"[/color]

She pushed the chair, putting most of her weight behind it to start the initial push, and started out their apartment. She decided to start at the essentials, and then work their way around, heading towards the mess hall.