[center][h3] Jade Stone [/h3]
Cabin to Mess Hall  [b] Mentions: [/b] [@HecateProxy] [@Jinxer] [@Ambra] [/center]


It wasn't long after the young men had left when, through the door, entered one more cadet. Jade looked up at the girl's face and froze in her spot. [i]'No',[/i] her mind went back what felt like a million years, to the day that the same girl that stood in front of them had saved her from being killed. It wasn't until she spoke, directly at Jade, that she found her muscles and made them move her limbs. Lauren had been prompting the girls to move and go to the mess hall, but Jade had already began to move over to Olivia. Before she knew it or she could act against herself, Jade had thrown her arms around the girl's waist and hugged her tightly. On that unfortunate day, Jade had gone completely numb, and never got the chance to fully thank her savior. Saviors, actually, but she could not remember the face of the boy who had given them his horse in order for them to get to the boats. 

"Thank you," her voice came out a bit broken as she fought back tears. She had never truly thanked her because she had hated the fact that she lived while so many others had died. Still to that day Jade didn't exactly feel as if she should have lived, but she was glad that she had made it far enough to be able to enlist and learn how to protect innocent lives. The hug only last a few seconds before Jade pulled away and looked up into Olivia's eyes. She wanted Olivia to know that she was sincere and ever grateful for her actions.

"Um. Yeah we're gonna go eat. Wanna come?" Her voice had almost gone back to normal, but she was still somewhat quiet. She didn't exactly wait for Olivia to respond before she tugged her a bit then let go and make her way out the door, hoping that she followed along. [i]'You idiot. Getting close to people is a mistake. They'll all end up dying out in the real world. Don't bother.' [/i]

Jade walked quickly after Lauren and Mora, scowling down at the ground and mentally disciplining herself over her acting on emotion rather than using her head. [i]' You [b]will not[/b] do that again and you will not get close to anyone else.' [/i] They had arrived at the mess hall in a few minutes and the smell of cooked food filled the young girl's lungs. Her head lifted as she tried to make sense of the mess hall. Some of the other cadets had already arrived which made Jade feel somewhat insecure. All of them had witnessed her be punched in the stomach. A moment of vulnerability that she would never have wanted anyone to see. To have acted like that was to show weakness, and that's what the others must think of her know. That she was weak. Being left alone with her thoughts was a dangerous thing. Anger once again fueled her every movement and thought as she imagined what everyone probably thought of her. 

As the feeling of insecurity consumed Jade, she folded her arms over her chest and carried on over to the area where the food was picked up at.