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A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@Pundii Awesome! I aim to have a CS done within the next couple days, at the longest, though I'll most likely have it done within the next 24 hours. Probably gonna go for the Medical or Senator slot on the Raven, depending on how the character creation goes.

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

Ooh, can I jump in on this, too?

Eden Gardens - Love Where You Live

Bzzt, bzzt. Bzzt, bzzt. The phone vibrated gently on Cassandra's face, slowly pulling her from her sleep. The girl groaned, reaching up and tapping the answer button on the display. She set the phone to speaker, so she wouldn't have to hold it against her ear.

Her face still half hidden by her pillow, Cassandra let out a muffled, "Mhmmm?"

"Cassandra, did I wake you up?" Ughhhh. Mom.

"Mmm."

"I'm coming over in an hour, so get out of bed."

"Mmmmmmm."

"Okay, well, I'll see you soon. Bye."

Cassandra groaned once more, ending the call and climbing out of bed.

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The doorbell rang just as Cassandra inserted the final button of her shirt. She held a little pride in her accomplishments; within the hour she was given, Cass had eaten a bowl of cereal, put her makeup on, and gotten dressed. That was a lot, as she was a woman that usually took an hour just to get the cereal out of the way. But her mother was always a special occasion. One that occurred at least twice a week, but special nonetheless. Most of the time, the visits were simply a chance for the two to catch up, but occasionally her mother would have something more interesting to say. Cassandra rushed to the door, pulling it open and immediately attacking her mother with a hug.

"Oh, so you're awake now? Even though it's already late," her mother teased, stepping into the apartment. Cassandra closed the door behind her, then jogged to the couch and hopped onto it, landing on her back.

"It's not that late, mom, don't be rude," Cassandra called, as her mother slowly made her way into the main room. She pulled herself up into a semi-normal seating position, keeping her legs folded in front of her on the couch to give her mother space to sit down.

"I should be glad you're up at all, I guess. I'm guessing you were off last night?" Her mother asked, taking the seat offered her. She took a sip of her coffee; Cassandra quietly reminded herself of the time her hug had caused coffee to spill all over her back. She needed to pay more attention to that. At least Mom was prepared this time, since it didn't feel like there was any coffee on her back, nor did it look like it had ended up in her doorway at all.

"Cassandra. I asked you a question."

Cassandra's eyes shot up, as she realized she had once again zoned out while her mother was speaking. "Shit, sorry, yeah. Uh... Work. Right. No. Yeah. Okay. Yeah, I was off last night, but I'll be in tonight," Cassandra answered, trying to collect the thoughts she had spilled over her mental floor. Coffee was spilled on floors. But not today.

"Good. Look, I was talking to James and-"

That caught Cassandra's attention; James was her father's name. "Nope! Nope, I do not want to hear about that asshole, Mom. Whatever you two said, I don't wanna hear about him, so please just skip that and move along," Cassandra looked away, annoyed that her mother had brought him up at all. There was a lot of bad blood between her and her father; her mother understood, for the most part, but Cassandra was sure that Mom didn't quite grasp just how much hatred she held for her father.

"Alright, I'm sorry I said anything." Her mother paused. Sure, she said she was sorry, but Cassandra knew that pause. She was gonna go right on talking about him. Cassandra braced herself. "He wants to come visit."

What? "No."

"Just for a day."

"No!"

"Cassandra-"

"Cassandra nothing! I'm not talking to him and I'm sure as fuck not going to see him!" Cassandra jumped up from the couch, walking over to her desk. She began to fidget with the mess on the desk, simply to keep her mind occupied and away from the idea of her father visiting. "Was there anything else you came here to tell me?"

Her mother sat quietly on the couch. So that was a yes. Her mother was patient, but she was also no-bullshit. If she was done, she'd be halfway out the door already. That she was still here meant she had something to say, she was just waiting for the tension in the room to die down before she began again.

It was a couple minutes until that happened, but Cassandra kept herself busy by messing around with her low-end camera equipment (she really should save up to upgrade that, someday) and catching up with comments on her blog. Most of the comments were positive; Cassandra worked impossibly hard to keep the environment light-hearted on her blog, though you could never really escape the occasional troll. Especially when your blog was averaging a few dozen thousand views a day. One day she'd get onto vlogging like she said she wou-

"Cassandra! Where are you right now?" Her mother half shouted, pulling Cassandra back into reality.

"Uh... nowhere. Sorry, I'm hella tired today. What did you say?"

"You're 'hella tired' every day. Stop pulling that shit with me, I know you. I asked when you're getting a boyfriend."

Goddammit, not this crap again. It seemed like every other visit, her mother was bringing up her dating life. "When I meet a guy that isn't an asshole, doesn't think I'm a hopeless fucking airhead, or isn't trying to get into my pants just because I have a social media presence bigger than his penis," Cassandra responded, a bitter grin on her face. Her blog caught the attention of all sorts of people, but Cassandra realized she had three major demographics: high school girls that wanted to be like her when they grew up, people her age that found her stories of life as a young adult relatable, and guys that spent way too much time looking at her selfies. And on the worst of days, a member of that last group found their way into the real world and would ask her out.

"I think all you did was describe different types of assholes. I passed by a cute boy by the garden playing guitar on my way in. White hair, blue eyes. You know him?"

Cassandra snorted. Of course her mother was intrigued by Alexander Fucking Clarke. She'd have to keep her mother away from him, or soon her mother would be Emilia Reynolds Clarke and Cassandra would have to call a college kid her dad. "Yeah, that's Alex. No, I'm not interested, he's hella boring. Business type or something." She wasn't really sure about that one, but she had to get her mother off her chest somehow. Cassandra swapped the lens on her camera from a long one to a wider one, peering through the viewfinder at her mother. "Besides, we talked about this. I'm not just into guys, I'm into girls, too. They're cuter and less dickish."

"Right, right. Anyways, I'd best get going. I don't know what you do on Saturdays, but I have some friends I'm meeting for the day, so I probably won't be answering any calls. Text me if you need me," Cassandra's mother rose from the couch, heading for the door. She knew how to see herself out; she'd visited so many times that virtually all of the building's residents knew who the older blonde woman dressed like Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada was. Cassandra heard the door close, leaving her alone in the apartment. She began to wash the few dishes she had, singing OK Go's "Here It Goes Again" loudly but mostly on pitch, surely audible to her immediate neighbors and, likely, beyond.

Eden Gardens - Love Where You Live

Got my edited relationships section up for the recent additions, and I'll be working on my first post! Should have it up within the next day or so, depending on how busy I get.

A Year In College

Kat Clark

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Kat Clark

Character Quote: “I leave it all out on the court.”

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Character Summary

Name: Katrina Jordan Clark
Aliases: Kat, KC7 - her initials and her jersey number
Age: 18
Birthday: June 14, 1998
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: A mess so jumbled, Kat considers it a disservice to people of actual ethnicities to say anything but American.
Birthplace: Arroyo Grande, California, just south of Pismo Tech
Current Residence: Dorms
Gender: Female
Education: Undeclared; being a student athlete, Kat is taking general education classes until she can make her way into the WNBA.
Job: N/A

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Appearance

Height: 6’5
Weight: 170 lbs
Build: Lean, but strong muscle
Eyes: Green
Hair: Long, dirty blonde hair, often tied up in a bun or ponytail
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ear piercings and a belly button piercing
Personal Style: Being the up-and-coming basketball star that she is, Kat is sure to make herself presentable at all times. Her style of dress can be typically be summarized as a mix between a 90’s punk rock chick and a rich girl.

Her look involves a heavy amount of flannel shirts and ripped jeans, though the average cost of Kat’s outfits is somewhere around a few hundred dollars. Her clothes are all designer or brand-name, even though she so often looks like a rebel fighting the system. A good idea of what to expect out of a KC7 casual outfit is a plaid flannel button-up, long sleeved, over a shirt or top that cost somewhere well into the hundreds. Skinny jeans, ripped to perfection and if not black, a bright, eye-catching color such as red or yellow, capped off with unreasonably priced boots.

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Psychology

Relentlessly Positive * Unfocused * Confident * Arrogant

Sexuality: Lesbian
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: The trauma Kat suffered in recent months has shaken her, though she’s done well to mask her pain. She’s often covering her pain with a veil of happy-go-lucky optimism, allowing problems to flow by her and not really tackling any of them head-on. She deflects stress and conflict with humor, rarely seeking out serious, long-term resolutions to her problems. Despite this, Kat carries a natural charisma with her, often making her an appealing person to get to know.

Before her mother’s passing, Kat’s primary focus was basketball. To an extent, it still is, but the losing her mother has veered her focus off course slightly. Rather than playing basketball to hone her skills and improve as an athlete, she plays as a distraction to keep her mind away from her grief. She’s been quickly losing interest in the game, as she questions more and more the reasons of playing without having her mother around to support her. Without that singular focus on basketball, Kat has found herself feeling more and more lost and without a real purpose. She knows that one day she can go back to being the hyper-motivated basketball prodigy she once was, but first, she needs to take time to recover and find herself during her year away from the game.

In short, she’s a lost soul hiding behind relentless optimism and positivity that can be a little arrogant about her basketball talent, but isn’t really sure how committed she is to basketball any more.

Habits: Kat can sometimes get hyperfocused on whatever she’s doing, causing her to tune out the world around her. She’s also known to assign those around her nicknames based on basketball positions, those being point guard, shooting guard, small forward, power forward, and center, with numerical designations of 1 through 5 for each position, respectively. She assigns positions based on her people’s personality traits - if she thinks their personality fits a point guard, she calls them point guard, PG, or 1. There’s a lot of overlap between nicknames, since she knows more than five people, which can be problematic when two positions are with Kat at the same time. (For the record, Kat plays the small forward position, and likes it when her friends call her as such.)

Hobbies: If she’s not playing basketball or socializing, Kat loves playing video games or playing guitar. She skateboards in her free time, too.

Fears:

• Losing her basketball ability
• Losing her father
• Being forgotten

Likes:

• Basketball (Duh.)
• Punk rock music (Current favorite band: Modern Baseball.)
• Hamburgers (Will kill for a good burger.)
• Video games (Plays a mean game of NBA 2K, but she’s also quite the RPG addict.)
• Girls’ butts (May or may not get caught staring a little too often.)
• Skateboarding (If she wasn’t a basketball prodigy, she’d probably be trying to be a pro skateboarder.)

Dislikes:

• Football (Repects their athleticism and sportsmanship, but what the hell kind of game is football?)
• EDM (It just annoys her.)
• Hot dogs (What are those things even made of?)
• Strong sweet scents (They give her headaches, but she likes the alliteration.)
• Cats (She’s allergic. Cute, though, but keep them away from her.)
• Social Media (She appreciates the positives, but despises the negatives.)

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History

A Memory: She picked up the inbounds pass, glancing up for a split second to check the scoreboard - 55-54, with Arroyo Grande HS down one, and only fourteen seconds to go in the game. Kat shook her head in disappointment; if she had just made that last three, they’d be up two instead of down one. But she couldn’t focus on the misses. The only thing important in these moments were the shots that found their way in.

As she crossed the half court line, her team backed up to the baseline, isolating Kat and her defender at the top of the three point arc. Kat grinned, slouching low and meeting her defender’s eyes. A quick glance at the clock - nine seconds left. Kat dribbled away four more seconds, switching hands and crossing between her legs to shake her defender’s confidence.

“I'm making this shot, and you're losing,” Kat taunted. She jabbed her right leg forwards before crossing the ball back to her left; her defender stumbled off to the side, leaving KC7 for the final open shot. She took several steps closer to the basket then rose up for the shot, releasing the ball quickly and smoothly. As she came down, two members of the opposing team blitzed passed her, desperate to stop the ball from leaving her hands and making it to the basket. They bumped Kat, causing her to lose her balance and miss seeing the result of the shot.

The buzzer blared through the auditorium, and the next thing Kat knew, she was being hugged from every direction. She fought her way out of the crowd, catching a glimpse of the scoreboard: 56-55, Arroyo Grande HS taking the win. For the third time, KC7 would be raising that state trophy above her head in victory.

History: Born the same day that Michael Jordan took the Bulls to the 1998 NBA title, Kat Clark always seemed destined for a life of basketball greatness. By the age of five, she was outdribbling her father in their backyard court, shooting over his head and dancing around him as often as she could. By middle school, Kat was gaining the attention of national basketball media as a rising basketball force, her highlight passes and dribble moves attracting all who would come to watch.

Her first three years of high school were marked by her success on the court, carrying her team to the California state title each year, as well as being named an All-American athlete. Her reputation as a rising star only increased, as fans around the nation were itching to see KC7 make it to the pros. However, her senior year derailed those plans; her first game of the year, Kat landed awkwardly following a simple layup, breaking her ankle on the way down. She was ruled out for the season, dealing a blow to her basketball stock. Despite the injury, Kat still found herself being heavily recruited by colleges with the best basketball programs available, as recruiters and scouts maintained the belief that Kat Clark could become a superstar in the WNBA.

But senior year had other plans for Kat. As the year neared its end, Kat’s mother fell deathly ill, completely bedridden and unable to fend for herself. Kat, fearing for her mother’s health, declined all the scholarship offers on the table, effectively sabotaging her own basketball career at the same time. Instead, she stayed local, registering for the more local Pismo Tech. The school had a decent basketball program, and the nature of California college sports meant that she could still stay on the national radar and make it as a pro further down the line. Delaying her career was a risk she was willing to take if it meant caring for her mother.

Midway through the summer, though, Kat’s mother passed away in her sleep, leaving behind a grieving Kat and her father. Citing emotional trauma, as well as the need to get back into physical shape, Kat contacted Pismo Tech’s women’s basketball coach, asking for a year off from the team. Coach obliged, giving Kat the proper time she needed to recover physically and emotionally in order to kickstart her basketball career yet again. She plans to get most of her gen ed courses out of the way during her first year at Pismo Tech, while she retrains her basketball skills and tries to move on from the trauma of losing her mother in order to rejoin the team sophomore year and pave her way back to national recognition as basketball’s top talent.

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Extras

Theme Song:

everybody gonna die, gonna go one day, maybe it'll happen on a monday
driving to work and get hit by a hyundai, fuck it, let it all go one day
I know, I'mma get it like this, living that life while they all reminisce...

fade away, fade away
they gon' know my name until it fade away...

Anything Else: N/A

A Year In College

@Wintergrey Will do, I'll edit that in!

A Year In College

Kat Clark

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Kat Clark

Character Quote: “I leave it all out on the court.”

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Character Summary

Name: Katrina Jordan Clark
Aliases: Kat, KC7 - her initials and her jersey number
Age: 18
Birthday: June 14, 1998
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: A mess so jumbled, Kat considers it a disservice to people of actual ethnicities to say anything but American.
Birthplace: Arroyo Grande, California, just south of Pismo Tech
Current Residence: Dorms
Gender: Female
Education: Undeclared; being a student athlete, Kat is taking general education classes until she can make her way into the WNBA.
Job: N/A

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Appearance

Height: 6’5
Weight: 170 lbs
Build: Lean, but strong muscle
Eyes: Green
Hair: Long, dirty blonde hair, often tied up in a bun or ponytail
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ear piercings and a belly button piercing
Personal Style: Being the up-and-coming basketball star that she is, Kat is sure to make herself presentable at all times. Her style of dress can be typically be summarized as a mix between a 90’s punk rock chick and a rich girl.

Her look involves a heavy amount of flannel shirts and ripped jeans, though the average cost of Kat’s outfits is somewhere around a few hundred dollars. Her clothes are all designer or brand-name, even though she so often looks like a rebel fighting the system. A good idea of what to expect out of a KC7 casual outfit is a plaid flannel button-up, long sleeved, over a shirt or top that cost somewhere well into the hundreds. Skinny jeans, ripped to perfection and if not black, a bright, eye-catching color such as red or yellow, capped off with unreasonably priced boots.

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Psychology

Relentlessly Positive * Unfocused * Confident * Arrogant

Sexuality: Lesbian
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: The trauma Kat suffered in recent months has shaken her, though she’s done well to mask her pain. She’s often covering her pain with a veil of happy-go-lucky optimism, allowing problems to flow by her and not really tackling any of them head-on. She deflects stress and conflict with humor, rarely seeking out serious, long-term resolutions to her problems. Despite this, Kat carries a natural charisma with her, often making her an appealing person to get to know.

Before her mother’s passing, Kat’s primary focus was basketball. To an extent, it still is, but the losing her mother has veered her focus off course slightly. Rather than playing basketball to hone her skills and improve as an athlete, she plays as a distraction to keep her mind away from her grief. She’s been quickly losing interest in the game, as she questions more and more the reasons of playing without having her mother around to support her. Without that singular focus on basketball, Kat has found herself feeling more and more lost and without a real purpose. She knows that one day she can go back to being the hyper-motivated basketball prodigy she once was, but first, she needs to take time to recover and find herself during her year away from the game.

In short, she’s a lost soul hiding behind relentless optimism and positivity that can be a little arrogant about her basketball talent, but isn’t really sure how committed she is to basketball any more.

Habits: Kat can sometimes get hyperfocused on whatever she’s doing, causing her to tune out the world around her. She’s also known to assign those around her nicknames based on basketball positions, those being point guard, shooting guard, small forward, power forward, and center, with numerical designations of 1 through 5 for each position, respectively. She assigns positions based on her people’s personality traits - if she thinks their personality fits a point guard, she calls them point guard, PG, or 1. There’s a lot of overlap between nicknames, since she knows more than five people, which can be problematic when two positions are with Kat at the same time. (For the record, Kat plays the small forward position, and likes it when her friends call her as such.)

Hobbies: If she’s not playing basketball or socializing, Kat loves playing video games or playing guitar. She skateboards in her free time, too.

Fears:

• Losing her basketball ability
• Losing her father
• Being forgotten

Likes:

• Basketball (Duh.)
• Punk rock music (Current favorite band: Modern Baseball.)
• Hamburgers (Will kill for a good burger.)
• Video games (Plays a mean game of NBA 2K, but she’s also quite the RPG addict.)
• Girls’ butts (May or may not get caught staring a little too often.)
• Skateboarding (If she wasn’t a basketball prodigy, she’d probably be trying to be a pro skateboarder.)

Dislikes:

• Football (Repects their athleticism and sportsmanship, but what the hell kind of game is football?)
• EDM (It just annoys her.)
• Hot dogs (What are those things even made of?)
• Strong sweet scents (They give her headaches, but she likes the alliteration.)
• Cats (She’s allergic. Cute, though, but keep them away from her.)
• Social Media (She appreciates the positives, but despises the negatives.)

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History

A Memory: She picked up the inbounds pass, glancing up for a split second to check the scoreboard - 55-54, with Arroyo Grande HS down one, and only fourteen seconds to go in the game. Kat shook her head in disappointment; if she had just made that last three, they’d be up two instead of down one. But she couldn’t focus on the misses. The only thing important in these moments were the shots that found their way in.

As she crossed the half court line, her team backed up to the baseline, isolating Kat and her defender at the top of the three point arc. Kat grinned, slouching low and meeting her defender’s eyes. A quick glance at the clock - nine seconds left. Kat dribbled away four more seconds, switching hands and crossing between her legs to shake her defender’s confidence.

“I'm making this shot, and you're losing,” Kat taunted. She jabbed her right leg forwards before crossing the ball back to her left; her defender stumbled off to the side, leaving KC7 for the final open shot. She took several steps closer to the basket then rose up for the shot, releasing the ball quickly and smoothly. As she came down, two members of the opposing team blitzed passed her, desperate to stop the ball from leaving her hands and making it to the basket. They bumped Kat, causing her to lose her balance and miss seeing the result of the shot.

The buzzer blared through the auditorium, and the next thing Kat knew, she was being hugged from every direction. She fought her way out of the crowd, catching a glimpse of the scoreboard: 56-55, Arroyo Grande HS taking the win. For the third time, KC7 would be raising that state trophy above her head in victory.

History: Born the same day that Michael Jordan took the Bulls to the 1998 NBA title, Kat Clark always seemed destined for a life of basketball greatness. By the age of five, she was outdribbling her father in their backyard court, shooting over his head and dancing around him as often as she could. By middle school, Kat was gaining the attention of national basketball media as a rising basketball force, her highlight passes and dribble moves attracting all who would come to watch.

Her first three years of high school were marked by her success on the court, carrying her team to the California state title each year, as well as being named an All-American athlete. Her reputation as a rising star only increased, as fans around the nation were itching to see KC7 make it to the pros. However, her senior year derailed those plans; her first game of the year, Kat landed awkwardly following a simple layup, breaking her ankle on the way down. She was ruled out for the season, dealing a blow to her basketball stock. Despite the injury, Kat still found herself being heavily recruited by colleges with the best basketball programs available, as recruiters and scouts maintained the belief that Kat Clark could become a superstar in the WNBA.

But senior year had other plans for Kat. As the year neared its end, Kat’s mother fell deathly ill, completely bedridden and unable to fend for herself. Kat, fearing for her mother’s health, declined all the scholarship offers on the table, effectively sabotaging her own basketball career at the same time. Instead, she stayed local, registering for the more local Pismo Tech. The school had a decent basketball program, and the nature of California college sports meant that she could still stay on the national radar and make it as a pro further down the line. Delaying her career was a risk she was willing to take if it meant caring for her mother.

Midway through the summer, though, Kat’s mother passed away in her sleep, leaving behind a grieving Kat and her father. Citing emotional trauma, as well as the need to get back into physical shape, Kat contacted Pismo Tech’s women’s basketball coach, asking for a year off from the team. Coach obliged, giving Kat the proper time she needed to recover physically and emotionally in order to kickstart her basketball career yet again. She plans to get most of her gen ed courses out of the way during her first year at Pismo Tech, while she retrains her basketball skills and tries to move on from the trauma of losing her mother in order to rejoin the team sophomore year and pave her way back to national recognition as basketball’s top talent.

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Extras

Theme Song:

everybody gonna die, gonna go one day, maybe it'll happen on a monday
driving to work and get hit by a hyundai, fuck it, let it all go one day
I know, I'mma get it like this, living that life while they all reminisce...

fade away, fade away
they gon' know my name until it fade away...

Anything Else: N/A

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@Wintergrey Here it is! Let me know if anything needs adjustment.

A Year In College

Sorry, I'll have my CS up by tomorrow!

A Year In College

I'm also interested!

Why We Fall

No timing, no rhythm, no order; everything in this goddamn forest did what it wanted, adhering to nothing but its own whims and desires. The wind blew where it willed, the trees rustled and swayed as they desired, and the water continued to flow despite friction's desperate attempts to stop it. There was no order, no peace - not like Port Hope, where Cameron could count the ticks in the air vents while oxygen was recycled, or calculate the time of day based on how many security guards walked by her cell, or estimate how many days it had been since the guy a few cells over had masturbated according to his composure around women.

The planet had a mind of its own, and Cameron could do nothing but admire the sheer beauty of it all. It was why she had turned to drugs so many years ago, why she still craved it despite being off of them for so long. Logic and process and numbers could only account for so much in her world before the irrationality of reality caught up to her and jumbled it all up, throwing everything she knew out the window and reminding her that she didn't really know all that much.

A voice pulled her from her thoughts; she looked to her side to see someone slumped down next to her, asking if she was alright. Cameron nodded, "I think I will be. I'm just... struggling to understand it all. There's no reason to a place like this, and it's wonderful." It occurred to her that her ramblings might not make sense to anyone that didn't have an all-access pass to the inner workings of her mind, but that wasn't a priority to her at the moment. Once she pulled herself together and came out of shock from the crash, she'd be a much more socially capable person. At the very least, she'd be able to hide behind the facade of the social butterfly she could so carefully create and reinforce at will.

The scream caught her off-guard, however. It pierced through the forest, causing everything to fall silent bar the wind rustling through the leaves and the water flowing through the earth. Cameron counted the seconds of silence in her head, the steadily ticking number rising in her head the only thing keeping her together.

As the shouts to run grew louder and louder, tears began to pour from Cameron's eyes. "Where do we run? We can't all stay on the ship and we don't know what's in this forest or where we could possibly go," Cameron whispered, tensing up on the forest floor as everybody began running away around her. "We have no plan and no resources, and unless someone pulls us all together, we're dead before nightfall."