[center][color=D5FF00][i][h1]Mali Anson[/h1][/i][/color][hr][b]Location:[/b] Zoie's Farm
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A
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	Well, it seemed as if she didn't actually have time to try deciding whether she wanted to go on this trip or not. Zoie was about to leave, so it was now or never. Well what reason did she have to stay? Although she asked it to herself, she couldn't really think up any reasons to do so. She was rather certain her apartment was highly unsafe, so she'd need to find a place to relocate. It's not like she had to worry about a trip like this ruining her routine or her ability to compete, that handy little injury had done that plenty enough. And now that she was really thinking about it, she kind of hated the place. There hadn't been enough time to really experience all facets of Justice, but the place felt hollow. Like coming across a fancy, but sketchy looking car, and opening the hood to find the engine had half rusted away. The place lacked soul.

	Mali could come up with plenty of reasons to not go, but staying really didn't have any appeal. And it sounded like Zoie really wanted her to go. As worried as she was about being an outsider, both siblings were rather keen to have her along. Mali shut the book and set it on the nightstand with a sigh. Ten minutes wasn't really enough time to pack, even if it was an excursion that'd only be a few days long, so the best she could do before Zoie could leave without her was grab some of the clothes that had been bought for her, what few personal items she'd had on her person, the little bone thingamajig and the books that she'd picked out and arranged them in the suitcase in a mildly organized manner. As packed as she was going to be in such a short span of time, Mali took her luggage and walked out to the car.