[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F5BCC9]Desdemona Pemberton[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/8FJsUlhnBf5OvF0NBM/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F5BCC9]Location:[/color][/b] Crystal RiveSchool For Troubled Youth - Outside [hr][hr][/center]

The people that were jumping out of chariots with weapons in tow seemed to have a firmer grasp on the situation than she ever hoped to, so she decided to let them handle the beasts chasing them. She merely wanted to get out of there with everything intact so she could find out what the hell was going on. If there was one thing that pissed her off (okay, there were A LOT of things, but still) it was not being in the know about something in her own life.

[color=F5BCC9]"I'm guessing these people are like us? The kids of gods? Any reason why they weren't here with us and seem to know exactly what's going on with all this?"[/color] She desperately wished she had a weapon of some sort. A spear. A gun. Something to aid in the fight. She left the weights behind and she wanted to smack Roman again, if only to make herself feel better.