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[color=a44fff][i]”You do it.”[/i][/color]
That was the first set of words to ring out into the room and they made no sense to her. Did she miss something from before she entered? It didn’t seem like it. The man looked as though he was going to have a nervous breakdown at the table as he bit his lip so hard it ended up bleeding. Liv worried he was actually hurt and was about to offer her cloth napkin when she notice the others eyes were focused now on the door way. Her own eyes moved to see what he was looking at and notice they had been graced by a new member to this strange situation group.

The woman that stood in the door way was of a petite frame and had the most dazzling red hair she had ever seen, not even frizzy or full of tweaked curls like she had seen in most red heads. A soft heart shaped was sprinkled with freckles and though one of her eyes was blocked by patch, the other was a warm whiskey brown. A scar showed from under the patched eye side of her face and was probably one of the reasons for it in the first place and made the soft features more beautiful. It proved that she had been through great suffering and had had the strength to live on. It spoke a lot for her character that she had not tried to fix it or hide it with make up as it was not needed. It was a battle scar of life that proved that if you can get through this then you could get through anything.

It seemed that the red headed woman didn’t seem to have the same thoughts as she did though since the second she sat down next to her was when her hand raised up to cover the scarred half of her face. It irked her for some reason. How could she was to hide a beautiful face? Didn’t she know that the outside didn’t even matter? It was actions that defined who a person was and how beautiful they really were. A pretty face could hold an ugly personality that was for sure. Liv felt her hand twitch, debating on if it would be rude to do what she wanted and then decided that it needed to be done. 

She grabbed the other woman’s raised hand, gently pulling it away from her face and gave a soft smile. [color=gray]“There is really no need to hide such a strong and pretty face. It would also feel a little weird to talk to a hand. We don’t need to be nervous of each other after all since we are all in the same position.” [/color]
Liv would have probably said more but the man’s voice picked back up and he made a good point. They were all strangers and they would continue to be that way and fearful or even nervous of each other till they got use to each other. She gave a soft nod and smiled, [color=gray]”I think that is a great idea! We don’t need to be strangers and do any of this alone. My name is Olivia Cole but everyone can just call me Liv. I prefer it that way as Olivia just sounds a little old fashioned. It is nice to meet you guys though I wish it could have been under better circumstances. What are your names?” [/color]