[center][h1][i][color=8dc73f]Erin Céleste[/color][/i][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c1219c01-91e8-4510-89fc-c8c00556b9a2.jpg[/img]

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Curse her and her inability to pay attention in English class… Of course, how was Erin to know that she would actually need it one day? English had always just been a thing to her- a language spoken by people she’d thought she’d never meet. She understood a [i]few[/i] of the words the wolf-man spoke, but without any understanding of her situation or the ability to string those words together into anything with meaning, Erin simply stared after him in confusion as the creature turned away. [color=8dc73f][i]Hijo de puta...[/i][/color]

The rest of the humans started to move. One half of the room being lead by an unpleasant-seeming man who pushed the people around like sheep, while the other half was surrounded by more creatures which herded them all towards another exit, led by the wolf-man she’d tried to speak to. Erin stood still a moment, wondering which group she was meant to be in until one woman who passed her grabbed her hand and began to drag her along. 

“Lo siento.” The woman spoke, and then paused for a moment before speaking again. “Ayúdeme.”

[color=8dc73f]"¿Con qué?"[/color]

“Uhhh…” The woman glanced at her and repeated herself before- “I no Hablo Espanol bien.” Ah, English. At least this woman had tried. Erin smiled softly at her before replying in basically the easiest English words to use.

[color=8dc73f]"Ah, okay."[/color] 

“I’m helping you. Or trying to anyway.” 

[color=8dc73f]"En inglés, ¿"help" es ayuda?"[/color] Erin hated herself for not remembering this. 

“Uh, sí... I think.” 

The woman didn’t let go of her hand until the group had been walking for awhile, the place they had started from fading from sight as the group moved. As they walked, Erin and this woman- Carrie, she would learn her name was- bantered back and forth in simple conversation. Carrie was a teacher of young children, usually those who were just below primary school level. She spoke in broken Spanish, but considering that she told Erin it had been at least a decade since she last used the language in her own school years, it was quite surprising that she remembered as much as she did. As they spoke, Erin began to remember some things too, and managed to properly introduce herself and kind-of get an explanation of what was going on from Carrie.

These creatures, the wolf-man and the rest, were all their new ‘masters’ from the sound of it. Some words were just too specific to the situation for them to be able to translate to each other, but from what Erin could see and the body language of all the others around them, she could guess at what she wasn’t being told. This was not a good situation, by any standard, though as the minutes turned to hours and then days, Erin realized one thing. They were being taken care of. 

The creatures never acted harshly to anyone that she could tell, and the group was allowed to rest for a fair amount of time each night before moving on the next morning. Whatever these creatures had planned for them all, it was obvious that they didn’t want the humans dead just yet. That was good, Erin supposed.

Over the month that it would take to get to their destination, Erin would chat with Carrie and anyone else who approached her. The woman helped her brush up on her English to the point where Erin felt confident in her ability to hold a conversation with anyone who didn’t know any Spanish at all, but the teen still wanted to have a fallback in case she wasn’t as okay as she thought she was. Luckily, she had a Spanish-English translation app on her phone that she had downloaded to ‘help’ her with her English homeworks at school. She had turned her phone off in the first few hours of their travels in order to conserve the battery, after she and everyone else realized that there was no signal in this strange place. Hopefully it would hold out for a while until she could truly communicate with these people. 

[hider= Spanish translations ][color=8dc73f]
[i]Son of a bitch…[/i]
[color=ffffff]I’m sorry. 
Help me.[/color]
With what?
[color=ffffff]I don’t speak spanish well.[/color]
In english, ‘help’ is help?
[color=ffffff]uh, yes… I think.[/color]
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So, the voices didn’t appear in this post, but this is still relevant. 
I'm realizing that Erin has three distinct voices. They don't have 'names' but I'll be calling them Ne, Chi, and Aya.

[color=a2d39c][i]Ne-[/i][/color] Never refers to Erin at all and has a vocal tic: "Ne". Ne offers suggestions based on what is best for those around Erin, and often will place others' well being over Erin's. Conscience. Superego. When Ne is in the hotseat, Erin is more prone to self-destructive behaiviors in favor of helping others. Chi normally choses "Flight" over "Fight" but depending on the situation...

[color=a2d39c][i]Aya-[/i][/color] Refers to Erin as 'you' and has no vocal tic. Aya offers Logical suggestions and reasons based on current situations. Tends to be the middle ground between Ne's way of thinking and Chi's. Empathy. Ego. When Aya has control, Erin is a bit more unpredictabe as to [i]what[/i] she'll actually do. Given a "Fight" or "Flight" situation, Erin may just freeze up if Aya is in control. 

[color=a2d39c][i]Chi-[/i][/color] Refers to Erin as 'we' and has the vocal tic: "Chi". Chi offers suggestions based on what Erin wants and what is probably best for her, even if they may not be possible. Selfish hopefulness. Id. When Chi's at the wheel, Erin is unfazed by pretty much everything. No "Flight" responces, only "Fight" (Remember though, not every "Fight" is actually a fight).
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