[center][h1][color=26b4cf]AJ Beaufort[/color][/h1]
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[i]Location: Beach
Skills: N/A[/i][/center][hr][hr]
It appeared that AJ and Bryan were stuck on the same problem. Neither of them wanted to be known for being a tattletale. Perhaps it was stupid to worry about such things, given the very real threat that haunted the outskirts behind the walls that protected them. Still, they were just kids, and the tribal complexity of youth still remained important. Castes, popularity—the typical things kids AJ's age were often concerned with. She had never truly been an outcast herself, but AJ came easily to her conclusion. Sacrificing her place at the table to protect others from a potential grim fate was well worth it, even if the others hated her guts.

[color=26b4cf]"The adults have weapons."[/color] AJ replied. [color=26b4cf]"We should tell them. They can go after the others."[/color]

AJ turned, walking back towards her mother. Being a high school teacher, AJ believed her mother would've known how to handle it. She had seen her mother deal with rowdy kids before. Surely this wouldn't be much more different.

[color=26b4cf]"Mom!"[/color] AJ called out, approaching the steps to their cabin. She glanced over at Kaitlyn, and then back to her mother. [color=26b4cf]"The other kids are planning on sneaking outside the walls to an arcade."[/color]