[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=SlateBlue]Athanasia Theroux[/color] [/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=SlateBlue]Location[/color][/b] Courtyard of CRS[/center]
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Despised was as good a word as any to put to Athanasia's feelings of Crystal Rivers School for troubled youths. Not all the teachers were awful, and not all the youths were troubled, but regardless a becon had been lit and the ten year old had heard the cry of war to put it poetically. While at the dreary school Athanasia had been forced to abandon her usual tastes in preference for the uniform of their lot. That had been another strike.

The final had always been that she was not here for any just reason. Her horrid 'not-father' father had placed her there. It wasn't her fault she had been plagued by horrid creatures stalking her! Of course when she admitted that her mother had looked stricken and the irritating man she had presumed as her father had looked furious and accused her of making it up! Crossing her arms Athanasia kept her head high as she turned her nose up at the food as other students peeled outside to enjoy their limited freedom. She had quickly scarfed down the unappetizing fare.

Spotting the form of Kiera Donovan leaning against a tree Athanasia's hackles went up as she saw another student was being accosted by the creepy Roman Campbell. She wasn't in any of his classes being so much younger but she had heard a thing or two and didn't like the attention he was paying to a possible recruit of her 'organization'. In her time at the school for troubled youths Athanasia had not sat idle. She had played the sweet and innocent girl to the teachers and behind their backs formed a band of like minded thinkers who despised the school. Pulling pranks and subtle rebellions against the system. Kiera was the age and muscles of the operation.

[color=SlateBlue]"He is a creepy one, isn't he?"[/color] Ash, as she was called by most, noted to Kiera as she appeared around the tree to one side of the older child. Her silvery blonde locks were braided off to one side as she tapped a finger against her lips. [color=SlateBlue]"I was thinking about recruiting her for or little 'game'."[/color] Black eyes looked down at the sitting Donovan then moved to observe Hedge. [color=SlateBlue]"I do have a question... A favor really."[/color] Then ten year olds cheek heated as she huffed a breathe. She hated seeming less than perfect but she could admit when something was out of her reach when she really wanted in her reach. Otherwise it was like trying to pull teeth to get her to admit it.