Lily looks around the Nome for a room where she settles down and thinks of unpacking but instead decides it might be best for her to leave her things in her pack removing only the small things she'd need to change clothing and for her bath. Then takes her Guitar into her lap and begins playing some of her favorite retro acoustic tunes such as Yesterday and Time in a Bottle so she might have an excuse to cry a little.

That night she ate from her snacks before bed setting her watch to wake her at 6:00 so she could bathe again after her morning stretches then headed to breakfast having just enough to feed her body but not to cause her issues at what was sure to be a grueling set judging by the angry tones of the other day.

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Des quickly lost herself in the large place and using her skills gained on the streets slipped into the place they kept the food first taking advantage of the chaos of so many new arrivals to pilfer the fixings of a large sandwich and stuff her jacket pockets with fruit, cheese and bread.

Then she set out to explore this place the kids of the more attentive and generous gods had supplied for their little salauds eating as she walked. 

It was in her wanderings she encounter several of the other kids and surprise she was kicked out or asked to leave but given a wake up call of 7:00 in the morning which she thought of as a luxury and proof they were all so spoiled. So that night she piled on more food and even had a chance to wash herself and her clothes in the bath another luxury she was happy to take advantage of before falling to sleep or it's facsimile.

Sleep for Des was not the sugar plum dreams of the pampered children of the world, her's was the final battle and her hiding and watching as she watched people that had been as close a family and her dad and granny slaughtered by the local warlord who was obviously terminating the units contract.

[color=tomato][b]"Je te tuerai, je te tuerai tous les salauds sans mère!"[/b][/color] came from her darkened room

She woke and it was 4:45 and checked her clothing which was still damp form being washed she put on thinking to herself her body heat could do the rest and it would also add incentive to her morning work out as she waited for the others to wake at 7:00.

It started as always with her stretching herself into a pretzel making her almost as limber as a contortionist then came the cardio which she attacked as vigorously as her body could manage happy that the evaporating damp of her clothing had made sweating a minimum if any at all. Her body properly warmed up she practiced maneuvers with one then two of the Kunai daggers which while not the ideal were a good substitute for the machetes the boys in the band had taught her with her dad's approval.

As she went through the motions she pictured the few times since running away she'd had to use her blades to protect her body and all that she owned and this made her faster as she felt the tingling blood lust and the remembered screams of those who'd be party to this oldest of arts with the blade.

Finally after an eternity of waiting the time of 6:45 arrived so she put her toys away and bounced off to raid the kitchen and was happy to find a laid out spread of breakfast waiting which she devoured just before looking for the place that the time was so important to by just following the crowd.