I would like to show my interest! The outcast and healer roles have caught my eye~

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The windows weren't exactly the clearest things in the world, waves of dust flying past the tainted glass, like ocean waves crashing against the chassis. The desert didn't feel like it was moving, other than the rumbling of the engine below. She knew they were approaching soon... couldn't necessarily say she was very happy about it, or her current situation in the slightest.

Kate sat near one of the many windows, there weren't many people for such a large bus... especially to where they were headed. Her eyes stayed to the bright and hot world outside, the bus didn't have any air conditioning at all. Feels like a fucking oven in here. Though, she figured she might as well get used to this... it was the middle of nowhere in the desert. 

She fiddled with her fingers in her lap, her green eyes transfixed to the amber sand as it flew by, spirals looping and interweaving in her headspace...

She was no stranger to stress. In fact, it was like the next-door neighbor, the family friend that always knocks on your door every afternoon asking for a cup of sugar. At least if people even do that anymore. Now it's just creepy.

All she could think about was what would happen to her in this place. Some portion of her cognitive dissonance wanted to say that she belonged here, another said that she didn't. A larger part was guilty for what she did... what it did... The aching in her chest, the stitches she never remembered getting, the neckband- a collar more like -that was snug against her throat...

The bus began to slow, as a shadow was cast among the sand, something blocking out the sunlight, and considerably reducing the amount of pent up heat inside the airfryer that was that transport bus. Her thoughts were drawn away, gaze shifting up.

A wall.

What exactly was she expecting?
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