[quote=Jordan Hall, Blue Dino Ranger]
[i]Practically a decade ago, events happened that changed the course of my life in many unpredictable ways. I’d like to say that if I was given the choice to go back to the day it all started and change my decision that I would but ultimately, I wouldn’t. We were graced with power and charged with the mission of protecting the world from the threat of the Druidon Warfare Tribe. We were suddenly strong enough to protect the ones we loved and anyone too weak to defend themselves. I gained not only comrades in arms but deep friendships with many that would not have been possible if not for the opportunity to be chosen as the recipient of this most gracious gift. I never imagined someone like me, just some small gangly brace faced girl that blended in with the crowd would be chosen or have the luck to be a part of something so incredible with a group of so many amazing people. Sadly, for all the positives that being a Ranger was and had meant, there is always the negative that no one hopes will follow but regrettably still had.

The negative of being a Ranger, your life is forfeit to the mission because we are the only and last stand for everyone else. They say that near death experience changes a person. I want to say I don’t agree but it’s true. Part of who I was died that day and I am not sure that piece of me will ever return. I know that sounds dramatic, but that moment changed my view of life. It might not have been such an impact if it wasn’t for all the other events that played out the day of our victory. If it had only been me who had been harmed, I would have been happy with that. If it had been my life over theirs, I would have gladly welcomed it but that is not how life works. No, instead I watched two of those I had come to view as my alternate family fall without being able to do anything to stop it. I faltered and failed in the wake of that fact, finding myself on the end of a blade like the two before me. I would say it was luck that I am still standing and breathing today but that is only part of the case and the smallest at that.

No, if Clint Martyr had not stepped in front of the final blow that was intended for me….I would not have survived. I would have been another name added to the already long list to mourn. His actions I will be forever grateful for even if I never manage to admit it but at the same time, it only served to place more guilt on my heart. Another person that I was helpless to assist and one that would not have been joining my struggles if I hadn’t been careless. I have forever been visibly marked, my body haunting me with my failure in the form of a scar on my lower left abdomen and a matching set at my back which seems fitting to show as a badge for the worst scars and wounds that can’t be seen and continue to fester still to this day. I had to crawl, pathetic and weak from the battle while two more of my family sacrificed themselves for all of us. It was like salt in the wound of my soul. The only small thing I could do, the only thing I was even good for was to keep pushing and encouraging the one next to me to keep going just as he did for me in return because even if I didn’t make it, I wanted at least one more of us to live. 

Since that day, I vowed to live life to the fullest and enjoy every precious moment like it would be my last. I know it was cruel to leave as I did but I couldn’t stand to see the other Rangers once I was released from the hospital. It would just be a hard hit, reminding me that not all of them were there. Instead, my family just up and moved away, trying to pick up life again and hope for more normality. I know they hoped it would help. A change of scenery would make me right as rain as my mother had put it. It didn’t but I took to the idea that maybe it was just that place so why not try another? I skipped college, moved all around the place and just took joy in the location and the people until I didn’t any more, moving onward. It has been far easier to push people away than to let them close and see them hurt again or worse. If you are alone, nothing can hurt you at least that is what I thought. Is it really true though when I would call to get updates from my uncle about Angel Grove? That I would worry over something happening again? I know it sounds crazy and is insane to consider but...I’m thinking about going home. I want to feel connected to something again. I am starting to feel more lost than found and I don’t know why but I feel like going back to my roots might be the solution. [/i]

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[color=4169E1]Location:[/color] [url=https://promoshades.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/1417582_orig.jpg]Angel Grove Diner[/url]
[color=4169E1]Interacting w/:[/color][@OGSG] & [@Potemking][/center]

There was sharp intake of breath followed by the rustling of sheets as a chime loudly rang out. Arms stretched out, slipping out from under the covers as the sound of crackling pops followed just behind. The single occupant sat up with a groan, rubbing her eyes lazily as the background noise of the tv continuously droned on about some tech company, Gaia or whatever. The brunette scoffed at it, not giving trust into any of the bullshit they were trying to sell.[i]’Transparency my ass...everyone has secrets or an agenda.’[/i], she thought. Her dark eyes finally fluttered open, a hiss on her lips as she blinked a few times against the harsh sunlight. Once she was again blessed with the gift of sight, she only found herself greeted with an amused smirk of a man with a cup of coffee in his hands. “Rough night, Jordan?” the older gentleman chuckled and held out the mug for her.

She leaned forward, taking the mug gently and giving a quick dip of her arm in thanks before she took a swing only to spit it instantly back into the cup. [color=4169E1]”What the fuck is this? Sludge? Did your taste buds shrivel up and die, old man?”[/color], Jordan gagged with her nose wrinkled in disgust as she readjusted in her makeshift bed on the couch to place the vile drink onto the coffee table. The man gave a hearty chuckled, ruffling her messy bed hair before he happily took a seat in the recliner. “Now is that any way to talk to your favorite uncle? Next time get up and make your own coffee then.” he simply stated, turning his attention to the television.[color=4169E1]”Yeah, yeah, yeah. We both know you're my only uncle and besides, if I wasn’t given you a hard time then you wouldn’t feel loved.”[/color], she snickered. “You got me there, snapdragon. I’ve become immune to your insults and now they feel like compliments. I might take you to the hospital if something nice popped out.” he teased.

[color=4169E1]”Ha ha Benny. Very funny. Why are you even watching this garbage?”[/color], Jordan asked honestly, standing up and digging under her pillow for her phone. “I like to be informed and besides, it doesn’t seem all that bad.” he shrugged gently. [color=4169E1]”Trust me, don’t fall into that corp….orate...bull….oh fuck my life!”[/color], she said in a panic, guilt hitting her in the gut as she noticed the missed message from Charlie. [color=4169E1]”Why didn’t you wake me!?! It's lunch time! I thought it was morning!”[/color] she whined, digging quickly into her suitcase for clothes. “You looked like you could use the rest. Is something the matter?” Benny asked in concern. [color=4169E1]”I had a meeting with a friend for lunch and now I’m completely late!”[/color], she called from the bathroom, quickly slipping on a pair of black leggings and a simple grey shirt with a random print design. She didn’t have time to mess with her hair so she simply threw it up into a bun, placing a headband on that had a mix of her signature color for a bit of color. Jordan dashed to the front door, pulling on some running shoes and her leather jacket to complete her [url=https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/628604259478536196/825875533975126047/image0.jpg]outfit[/url]. “Where are you meeting at? Do you need to borrow the car?” 

[color=4169E1]”Naw, it’s just down the street at the diner. I’ll be there in two shakes of a lamb’s tail. See you later, don’t wait up!”[/color] she waved, while he found himself shaking his head. He worried about that girl. She quickly grabbed her wallet, shoving it in her jacket pocket before opening the front door, dashing out only pausing to make sure the door swung all the way shut. Jordan sprinted down the road, only pausing when the crosswalk was at a stall and even then she repeatedly pressed the button as if that would make the process go faster. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t set an alarm or something so she wouldn’t be late. This was a disaster! [i]’Charlie probably thinks I stood her up. Could this become any more of a nightmare?!’[/i], she thought. The light turned green, a bright smile on her face as she went to go, some motherfucker trying to turn right started to ease up and honked like she was the goddamn problem. She stopped, glaring directly at the prick and slammed her foot into their grill a few times. [color=4169E1]”Learn to have some patience!”[/color], she hissed angrily before sprinting off again, ignoring the dude that was trying to get out to confront her but ultimately couldn’t do more with traffic honking behind them.

Jordan could have cried in relief as the diner was in sight, pushing herself harder and flinging open the door. Her heart felt like it had stopped for a moment even though it was still racing from the short amount of exercise. Everything was the exact same. It was like no time had passed. It made her feel like at any moment the whole gang would come out, everything over the last ten years being nothing more than a bad dream. It made her throat constrict but she forced down her emotions, focusing on the task at hand. Her eyes drifted over the tables and booths trying to find a familiar face when she spotted her at a booth by the window. Jordan grinned brightly but it quickly shifted into a scowl, looking over the man standing by the table. What kind of himbo hick fuckery was this? And what did he think he was doing? What a girl couldn’t even sit alone without being hit on by some pig? Nuh-uh, no one messed with Charlie while she was around. 

She stomped up to the table, getting on her tippy toes to grab the cowboy’s hat, very much understanding that it would mean looking for a fight cause that was exactly what she was doing. [color=4169E1]”Do we have a fucking problem here, cowboy?! Huh?!”[/color] Jordan growled, slamming her free hand down on the table while threatening to drop his hat to the floor with the other. [color=4169E1]”I meant to be here sooner. I didn’t think you were gonna have to defend yourself from swine.”[/color] she cooed sweetly to Charlie, before turning a heated glare back to the unwanted individual and getting up in his space, jabbing his shoulder as she spoke. [color=4169E1]”Look, I don’t know who you are and frankly, I don’t give two shits but you leave my sister alone, you hear?! Make like a jackass and hit the road bucko cause no one is interested.”[/color] The being said, she flicked the hat away, not caring if he caught it or if it landed on the floor as she slid into the booth. [color=4169E1]”Do they still have the bbq bacon cheese burger? I’ve been dying for it.”[/color] she said normally while looking at the menu like she hadn’t just ripped into a stranger or made assumptions of the conversation or environment.