[center][h2][color=#FFD967][u]          [b]Tanner Harwell[/b]          [/u]
[color=#FFD967][sup][sup]Current Location: Wall Rose, Training Grounds
Interacting With: ([@LordVoldemort], [@wolverbells], [@Ambra], [@Jinxer], [@Solace] + everyone else)[/sup][/sup][/color]
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Tanner continued to devour his soup as he watched the conversation from afar. The girls appeared to be having fun feeding each other soup and bread while the boys were boys and wolfed down their food. Many of the cadets were starving because of the heat and forced running they had to sit through, but for Tanner, the food was just a change of pace. Despite the obvious attempt to pass along it as food, Tanner felt it was better than what the Garrison was offering to the refugees. It made Tanner wonder if the mysterious woman had ever ate the meal in front of him as a cadet. 

[color=violet]"Hi Tanner, I'm Jade."[/color] An unfamiliar voice spoke to Tanner, pulling him free from his soup-induced haze. Tanner looked up from the meal in front of him, and towards Jade. The friendliness had forced Tanner to do a double-take, especially after the girls sitting near her had nearly ignored him completely. Why would this woman speak to him when her friends had hardly cared for Tanner? It had left him with a number of questions, yet before Tanner could answer them, Jade spoke again. [color=violet]"Um. I just don't remember you and was wondering if you're from Shignashina as well."[/color] Jade stated, announcing her status as another Shignashina survivor.

[color=#FFD967]"No worries. I'm from Shignashina."[/color] Tanner smiled at Jade. [color=#FFD967]"Although, I don't think we've ever met. My parents ran the Harwell bookstore. You might've dropped by once in awhile like Gabriel or Reese."[/color] Tanner replied, as he began to feel something change inside him. As if blessed with luck, more and more of the cadets had been in the same circumstances as Tanner was two years ago. Something, like a spiritual force, was telling Tanner to not screw this up, to take advantage of the situation at hand and make friends with all these survivors that were introducing themselves to him. It was a gut feeling Tanner couldn't quite shake away.