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[color=A020F0][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Sewers
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	As the other members of Cohort Five set out to work, Waverley, instead of trying to put together traps and protective measures she didn't know anything about, began to strum away at her guitar. Not because of laziness or whatever the expressions on her sour-faced fellow fivers might've thought the reason might be, but simply because that had always been what she did when it came time to work. Back with her troupe of miscreants, whenever they set out to move onto a new place, she'd play music for a majority of the hike, inspiring her friends. The people of New Rome, her cohort especially at the moment, didn't seem as easily inspired, even after she retuned her guitar. Still, she tried, right up to the point that Em, her only real lifeline in the God-forsaken anxiety pit that was New Rome, joined in their acts of annoyance, squeezing her nose between her fingers. Waverley's teeth dug deep into her bottom lip as her fingers stopped playing. She could feel her stomach start to churn with anxiety, partially caused by the fact that a battle was brewing and her only talent wasn't working, but also because of the judging eyes that pierced her soul. Luckily the pain of her biting her lip pulled her mind away from the sensation.

	[color=A020F0]"Tough crowd,"[/color] she mumbled as she let out a sigh, shifting to lean her shoulder against the grimy wall of the sewers. [color=A020F0]"Remind me why exactly we aren't we just...leaving? I've stayed in some pretty nice shipping containers in my day, but even I know to leave before train security finds me,"[/color] there was a certain amount of whimsy as she said it, a smirk stretched across her lips, before they straightened out. [color=A020F0]"I mean, I know this place means a lot to a lot of people, but at the end of a day, a bed is a bed. It's not nearly as valuable as human lives. Especially the lives of...kids,"[/color] Waverley lowered her voice at that last word, her eyes fritting to the youngest among their cohort, hammering away at their stations.