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Legends of Carnation Island (SHELVED)

The Golden Girl

Name

Jade Christine Scott

Nicknames

Golden Girl, The Rifle Rocket, JayCee

Age

21

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Bisexual, but leans female

Relationship Status

Single

Relation to Rachel

Because every epic party needs some star power, doesn't it? It was a coup to get one of Woodford University's top athletes to come to this shindig, because everyone knows who Jade Scott is and what she is about. She scores goals, and lots of them. So she's a damn celebrity, and she knows it. Also, Rachel bailed Jade out of a tough assignment in her Journalism 304 class, so Jade owes her big, and showing up for a raging summer-long party before hunkering down and working on getting that #1 draft spot in the NWSL is a great way to repay a favor.

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark Brown | Usually it's tied back for soccer reasons, but she'll occasionally let her hair down, straight to her shoulder blades.
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 5'4"
• Body Type: Peak athletic body, as if there was any doubt.
• Clothing Style: She spends a lot of time training, so she was seen in tracksuits a lot around university. However, with an entire summer to take for herself, she plans to switch to standard beach wear: shorts and tanks. She did bring a couple dresses just in case Rachel decides to make things classy.
• Makeup Wise: She's proficient with foundation, but relies on her natural beauty to carry her looks, so it's mostly clear lip gloss and light mascara.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: She has multiple piercings in her left ear, usually adorned with gold rings, and a single piercing in her right ear, though that could change in the future. There is a basic black Kraken tattoo on her left shoulder.

Personality Traits

Anyone who knows Jade Scott knows that this is a girl who can not be stopped. Once she decides she's going to do something, she will not rest until she accomplishes that goal. Usually that goal is goals, but even in getting back to shape following her injury, getting that invite onto the US Women's team, she is driven to achieve whatever she needs to do to get to the next step.

Which is why her exclusion from the team in France has been a little tough to take. There was only other time she felt this low, and that was as she spent months hobbling around her Denver-area home with a giant brace on her leg. The invite to the party was initially accepted out of obligation to the host, but maybe this is the opportunity Jade needs to start thinking outside of soccer a bit. She only chose a degree in Communications so she could continue to talk about soccer after she was done playing soccer. What if there is more to life than that? The time at the resort will give her the chance to think about it... and enjoy carte blanche to have all the things she denied herself while training.

Upbringing Synopsis

Jade Scott was born April 10, 1998 in Rifle, Colorado to an athletic family. Her mother Courtney was a track star in Arvada, while her father Vaughn spent two seasons on the Broncos' practice squad as a running back. Jade was introduced to sports at a young age and quickly took to the local soccer program in Rifle. She took to it very well. Too well. It became clear she was combining her mother's speed with her father's footwork to devastating results for the rest of the kids in town. When she was 10, the Scotts moved to Denver to give Jade a shot to play against some real competition.

It didn't matter. Jade kept dusting the competition. The Golden Girl was the subject of local stories, a challenger to the records of Mia Hamm and Kristine Lilly. Then she tore her ACL in her senior year of high school. That sucked. The universities she had her eyes set on spurned her, in fear that she would not be able to hit those speeds she did before. Only Woodford kept its offer of a full ride intact. It was a decision that Kraken fans would not regret. Jade came back strong as ever, blitzing the competition and pouring in goal after goal. She planted herself back on the soccer map, but was not rewarded with a call up to the senior women's team. So instead, she's going to take the time to enjoy her summer and focus on her senior year ahead, intent on making the doubters pay yet again.

Misc.

Mallory Pugh | 9F1F19
- Jade can talk a mile a minute if you get her going on the right topic, which makes her a very interesting podcast guest.
- Before every game, she eats the same meal of chicken carbonara, and listens to the same song, "1,2,Step" by Ciara featuring Missy Elliot, three times.
- Because the team she suffered the injury against was called the Wolverines, she cannot stand the sight of them...if she ever saw one of them. Are they like a wolf-bear-cat thing?
- On the day I started this sheet, I had lunch at Dairy Queen, because Tuesday is my cheat day. So a chicken sandwich, fries, pretzel sticks, a pepsi and a drumstick Aero caramel blizzard.

Legends of Carnation Island (SHELVED)

@spooner @Dirty Pretty Lies

I have added some things. I hope they are acceptable.

Legends of Carnation Island (SHELVED)

The Golden Girl

Name

Jade Christine Scott

Nicknames

Golden Girl, The Rifle Rocket, JayCee

Age

21

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Bisexual, but leans female

Relationship Status

Single

Relation to Rachel

Because every epic party needs some star power, doesn't it? It was a coup to get one of Woodford University's top athletes to come to this shindig, because everyone knows who Jade Scott is and what she is about. She scores goals, and lots of them. So she's a damn celebrity, and she knows it. Also, Rachel bailed Jade out of a tough assignment in her Journalism 304 class, so Jade owes her big, and showing up for a raging summer-long party before hunkering down and working on getting that #1 draft spot in the NWSL is a great way to repay a favor.

Appearance Details

• Hair: Dark Brown | Usually it's tied back for soccer reasons, but she'll occasionally let her hair down, straight to her shoulder blades.
• Eyes: Brown
• Height: 5'4"
• Body Type: Peak athletic body, as if there was any doubt.
• Clothing Style: She spends a lot of time training, so she was seen in tracksuits a lot around university. However, with an entire summer to take for herself, she plans to switch to standard beach wear: shorts and tanks. She did bring a couple dresses just in case Rachel decides to make things classy.
• Makeup Wise: She's proficient with foundation, but relies on her natural beauty to carry her looks, so it's mostly clear lip gloss and light mascara.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: She has multiple piercings in her left ear, usually adorned with gold rings, and a single piercing in her right ear, though that could change in the future. There is a basic black Kraken tattoo on her left shoulder.

Personality Traits

Anyone who knows Jade Scott knows that this is a girl who can not be stopped. Once she decides she's going to do something, she will not rest until she accomplishes that goal. Usually that goal is goals, but even in getting back to shape following her injury, getting that invite onto the US Women's team, she is driven to achieve whatever she needs to do to get to the next step.

Which is why her exclusion from the team in France has been a little tough to take. There was only other time she felt this low, and that was as she spent months hobbling around her Denver-area home with a giant brace on her leg. The invite to the party was initially accepted out of obligation to the host, but maybe this is the opportunity Jade needs to start thinking outside of soccer a bit. She only chose a degree in Communications so she could continue to talk about soccer after she was done playing soccer. What if there is more to life than that? The time at the resort will give her the chance to think about it... and enjoy carte blanche to have all the things she denied herself while training.

Upbringing Synopsis

Jade Scott was born in Rifle, Colorado into an athletic family. Her mother Courtney was a track star in Arvada, while her father Vaughn spent two seasons on the Broncos' practice squad as a running back. Jade was introduced to sports at a young age and quickly took to the local soccer program in Rifle. She took to it very well. Too well. It became clear she was combining her mother's speed with her father's footwork to devastating results for the rest of the kids in town. When she was 10, the Scotts moved to Denver to give Jade a shot to play against some real competition.

It didn't matter. Jade kept dusting the competition. The Golden Girl was the subject of local stories, a challenger to the records of Mia Hamm and Kristine Lilly. Then she tore her ACL in her senior year of high school. That sucked. The universities she had her eyes set on spurned her, in fear that she would not be able to hit those speeds she did before. Only Woodford kept its offer of a full ride intact. It was a decision that Kraken fans would not regret. Jade came back strong as ever, blitzing the competition and pouring in goal after goal. She planted herself back on the soccer map, but was not rewarded with a call up to the senior women's team. So instead, she's going to take the time to enjoy her summer and focus on her senior year ahead, intent on making the doubters pay yet again.

Misc.

Mallory Pugh | 9F1F19
- Jade can talk a mile a minute if you get her going on the right topic, which makes her a very interesting podcast guest.
- Before every game, she eats the same meal of chicken carbonara, and listens to the same song, "1,2,Step" by Ciara featuring Missy Elliot, three times.
- Because the team she suffered the injury against was called the Wolverines, she cannot stand the sight of them...if she ever saw one of them. Are they like a wolf-bear-cat thing?
- On the day I started this sheet, I had lunch at Dairy Queen, because Tuesday is my cheat day. So a chicken sandwich, fries, pretzel sticks, a pepsi and a drumstick Aero caramel blizzard.

I'll probably add to this. I just wanted to get it up tonight to make sure I got a female character celebrate the official thread coming to life.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Cleopatra was growing impatient. She was sipping at her whiskey like it was keeping her alive, but it was definitely keeping her calm without anyone she knew here as backup. She watched as some half-naked athlete, had to be an athlete given the way he wanted to show off that body with his costume of what amounted to a cape and little else. His nipples were a bit weird, but that just drew the eyes to that chiseled chest. She went over his body before watching him slam three straight shots of vodka. That was a little off-putting. “Vodka? Seriously? Not even I’m that foolish.” The shirtless wonder wandered off though, sure to find some random sexy tree or whatever to go hit on.

Shawna was pondering the fate of that poor woman, when she was interrupted by a most welcome arrival. The Disney princess to her queen, the Snow White that would have gotten Prince Charming to do more than kiss her, even if the kissing part alone was a little icky with the whole being unconscious thing. As Kellie Anne wrapped her arms around Shawna, she could feel the anxiety melting now that there was someone she knew she could talk to. She returned the kiss quickly and set her drink down on the table.

“Maybe if I can draw them away from you! Shit, hun, I thought I knew which Disney girls already gave me the urges! Gotta revise my list, cause you are killing this party!”

It didn’t take long for the Lunchroom Trio to be reunited. Even under Dorothy’s wholesome look, it wasn’t hard to spot Sunshine, especially with her greeting and her prompt shooting of tequila. “Yeah! That’s my girl right there!” This was how Shawna was supposed to react to a friend fearlessly taking a tequila shot, if the Netflix movies were anything to go on. “Shoot, c’mon Cupcake, we gotta get you a drink too.”

"Oh, no thank you! I'm not much of a drinker!" Kellie said bashfully, remembering that the last time she drank she'd gotten tangled up in the kiss with Max that had started their whole relationship.

Sunshine laughed at Shawna’s encouragement as she put the cap back on the bottle of tequila. She didn’t want to get too drunk right now. Sunshine and Tequila had a certain relationship - one that often got Sunshine into trouble. It was best to save her wild side for later. ”Come on, Kellie. One drink couldn’t hurt.” Thinking about how that was definitely peer pressure, Sunshine went on to reassure her new friend. ”But if you’re really not comfortable with drinking, we understand that.”

“For sure!” Shawna agreed as she continued to drink in her best friend’s costume. That seemed to be the correct term for now. “It is written in the hieroglyphs that my subjects get to do whatever the hell they please! Besides, wouldn’t do much good for the Disney image to have you drinking now, would it? She winked as reclaimed her own beverage of choice and took a long sip. Her tolerance had spiked with her summer extracurriculars, so she was confident this first cocktail wasn’t going to do much to get her drunk enough to let a snake near her this early.

Kellie giggled uncomfortably, discreetly shifting her feet. Apart from Shawna, the only reason she was even coming to the party was to forget about Max.

“Alright, alright,” she said in defeat, taking one of the orange party cups from the table and offering it up to Sunshine and Shawna,

Sunshine didn’t know that much when it came to what to drink for other people. Tequila worked just fine for her, and the thought of Vodka made her shiver. ”Hmmm….. I’m not sure what your preference is, but it looks like Kavi has everything covered.”

Shawna nodded. The host of the party had done a miraculous job of acquiring all the hard liquor under the sun, and in copious amounts, for someone underage. “All right! Now we are cooking!” she exclaimed, encouraging Kellie’s choice of action. “Well, I went with the whiskey, ‘cause that shit is hard to get for me normally. I can tell you that there are a couple bottles of Stonewell’s finest reds, fresh from the vineyards of scenic Interstate 75 in Ocala if you really want that convenience store wine experience. But, I think you should probably get something that’s an easy mix, something sweet, for my cupcake… Could start with some Malibu, I guess?” She looked over for confirmation.

Kellie shot Shawna a look. “Malibu?” she repeated in disbelief. Malibu was the type of drink she and her friends from Silicon Valley would add to their piña coladas while hanging out at the Country Club the summer before freshman year. “No way! If I’m going down tonight, I’m going down with a fight!” the brunette declared before stomping over to the drinks table. She filled her cup with ice, poured herself a generous amount of Rumchata and about a shot of Fireball before mixing up the contents by swirling the cup around in her hand and taking a long sip that burned down her throat.

Shawna just stared as Kellie Anne went no mercy on her first drink of the night. Granted, she was getting bold herself with the 80% whiskey drink, but still. It was a sight to watch her best friend show as much gusto in knocking back the alcohol as much as she did. Strangely, it made her feel even more at ease with their relationship. Did it mean she would accept the other illicit facets of her life? No. But alcohol was now on the table, and in her mouth, and that would do. “Damn girl! Wasting no time! All right!” She took another long sip of her drink, barely tasting the Coke at this point. “But be careful,” she cautioned, pointing up at her crown. “You come at the queen, you best not miss!” This was the kind of posturing she saw in countless wasted daytime Netflix sessions, and she had gotten better at it the more she got out to these events. Heck, at this point, she might even be brave enough to embarrass herself at beer pong.

Legends of Carnation Island

All right. Think I know where I am going to go with this. My character's name is Jade Scott, FC is Mallory Pugh, and the hex color is 9F1F19.

Legends of Carnation Island

I suppose I am in on this as well, though I have no idea of character or color yet.

REBOOT COMING SOON. INVITE ONLY.

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Interacting with | Kim @Stanifly, Hugo (aka Guitar Guy) @BeastofDestiny, anyone at the campfire
Mentions: Val @Dirty Pretty Lies, Umbra @Severance, Matt @Legion02, AJ @TootsiePop
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The bag that once held a healthy dose of light brown crystals sat half empty on the twin-sized bed in the cabin. If Matt had known, he might have been worried. Actually, he probably should be very worried. But there was only one person who knew just what happened, and she was flying way too high to care at the moment.

The ride through the Mojave Desert might as well have been straight through Death Valley for Emilia. She thought she had recovered from her latest breakdown. That was until it was determined that the Gearheads would be offering rides into Las Vegas for all the Misfits and the only car that had room to take her belonged to the boy who set off Breakdown #2 in the first place. AJ Tyler would now also be responsible for Breakdown #3. This one was a slow burn, in that it wasn't a whole bunch of water works pouring out and more of a solid repetitive sob from the blonde girl in the back seat. AJ tried his best, but the depressing nature of the trip so far was working against him. Emilia didn't even bother to try and text back home about what happened. It had been less than a day. Her stuff was with the dead RV. She was riding with one of the friends of the man who put her here to begin with. The frappe was all gone and there were no McDonald's along the way that drew so much as a slight turn of the wheel from the driver. Emilia kept her eyes shut as she leaned along the window, not caring for the sandy landscape passing by.

When the convoy of vehicles arrived at the intended destination at Red Rock Canyon, Emilia quickly bolted into one of the rudimentary cabins that had been made available to large groups of people such as themselves, wanting to continue her crying in solitude. She didn't even get a chance to share the M&M's with Umbra as she promised, but she attacked them once she was in the room. The others seemed more content to take in the new surroundings, so Emilia ravaged the candy reserves she had been given by the running back with reckless abandon. She opened up the ziploc bag full of what she assumed were pop rocks and went to dump the entire thing into her mouth all at once.

It was about halfway through that she realized it wasn't pop rocks at all and quickly returned the bag to its upright position, nearly coughing up all the crystals that she did consume.

The fact that she didn't get the expected sugary treat left Emilia curled up on the bed again, sobbing that literally nothing was going right on this trip. But this time the crying only lasted about 30 minutes. Then Emilia felt neutral and at peace with the situation she was in. Ten minutes later, Emilia felt downright giggly. Twenty minutes later, she was standing in the tiny bathroom of the cabin, humming Ariana to herself and just admiring how pretty she looked, even with her makeup all washed off. It just felt good to have water hitting her face. Everything felt good really.

"I look good... I feel good," she repeated to herself for the 19th time. She brushed her hair back down. Feeling it against her bare shoulders now that she had shed her leather jacket on the bed. "I feel so good! I... I should share this! Everyone should feel this good!" Her sense of purpose renewed as the MDMA was fully taking effect, she finally left he cabin for the first time since they arrived.

Emilia could smell the smoke coming off the crackling campfire that had been built in the vicinity and was drawn towards it like a happy moth to the flame. There were people there. Her people. Her friends, and the people with the cars that drove way too fast, and ... a someone with a guitar. Who brought a guitar? Could they play Ariana? That would be cool.

The blonde looked for a person to plonk herself next to, and with Val seemingly not in the fire's glow, she found one of her other best friends and took advantage of the open spot next to Kim, sitting down beside the calming influence in her life.

"HI KIM!" she announced as she wrapped an arm around the brunette, blissfully forgetting Kim's stringent "no touching" policy. "Awwww, I'm so lucky you're my friend! You have the best music!" She turned her attention to the rest of the fire folks! "I'm so lucky you're all here! It's so great to, like, just be here and not thinking about that fucking asshole Brandon!" It was clear that the drugs had completely removed Emilia's filter, right down to the swear words that the sober Emi would never utter. "You guys are awesome! I wish I could hug you all at once!" She looked over at the unknown face, the guy with the guitar. "Even you! Man, Brandon would flip if I took a selfie hanging off you, wouldn't he? Damn straight he would, the fucker." She looked around the fire. "Shoot, where did AJ go? I have to apologize to him for being all mopey and everything on the ride here! He was so nice to drive me... And I gotta apologize to Umbra for eating all the M&M's... I'm not even sorry! They were soooooooo good!"

She leaned up against Kim for support as she breathed a happy sigh. "They were so good, Kim. You wouldn't believe. She mimicked eating them for emphasis as she continued to rest her head on Kim's shoulder, her arm falling by the wayside.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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She was nervous.

It wasn't an emotion befitting her costume but she couldn't help it. The long walk from her now parked Audi A8 wasn't helping matters either. It gave her way too much time to think. The two bottles of red wine, the finest Ramiro had to offer, were starting to weigh heavy in her hands.

Shawna wasn't even sure she was supposed to bring booze. When Kavi Salvador came up to Kellie, Sunshine and her at the lunch table that day earlier this week, it was shock enough as it was. Kavi never seemed to be aware of Shawna in the first place. Maybe it was Kellie who was able to lure him over. Either way, he came bearing invites to a Halloween party at his expansive family home on Saturday. It was rare for Shawna to get an invite to any of these shindigs, at least in the pre-tattoo era of her life. Now, she had no idea what kind of reputation she was going to be expected to maintain, but showing up with unexpected booze was a better plan than showing up with no booze when expected to BYOB.

The same kind of thought process went into her costume for the evening, which was also starting to weigh on her arms a little bit. It took some putting together, especially considering how little Shawna had in terms of dressing up as something other than a student. She hadn't celebrated Halloween in a few years, and there was little chance she was going to go raiding her mom's closet for anything, or see if Lia had any hand-me-down options still kicking around.

She went to a costume shop in Palm Beach and had a look. She wanted something that would help her stand out. Make sure that the next time there was a party to be had, she would get a direct invite rather than just happen to be at a table. Something...risque. The shimmering bangles and crown caught her eye, and looked to be exotic enough that it would guarantee attention. After all, Cleopatra was known for grabbing glimpses with a fraction of her beauty. So what the heck, right?

Of course Kellie Anne approved of the costume. They were hanging out a lot lately. With the tension from the library chat defused, the two girls let things just kinda happen. Kellie would often come over to Shawna's since no one was there, and they would alternate between watching movies, or running along the beach, or just talking about junk. It was a lovely change of pace from the usual loneliness. A couple times, it led to the sort of activities Cleopatra would scoff at, but for Shawna were brand new experiences. Nothing too serious, clothes had yet to come off like they did in the pair's first day together. But still, there was passion and exploration there. It was exciting, and Shawna wanted more. Hence the risque costume.

However, it was clear that party decorum did not necessitate arriving on time. At least from the looks of things at the party. As she opened the door, Shawna thought she was going to chastized for being late, but there appeared to be just a small crowd to start at the Salvador place. She recognized Kavi, who offered a brief greeting and an assurance she didn't need to bring the wine as she entered, as well as ...CJ. Shit. I haven't talked to him since the day I met Kellie. This is gonna be a bit awkward then... Carter appeared to be busy with someone else, so that suited Shawna just fine for now.

She adjusted the wig of straight black hair on her head and continued to move around the area, towards where Kavi had indicated the vast selection of alcohol was. Well then... guess I can just leave these here. She quickly eschewed the Ocala vintage wines she had brought and mixed herself a whiskey and coke that leaned more to the Irish side than the other. The music continued to blare, but aside from CJ, it was clear there was no one she had tangible relations with. So Shawna turned to her phone, where there were contact with people with whom she did have such connections.

While waiting for a response, Cleopatra picked up her milk and honey and took a long sip. She hoped they were arriving soon. There was no telling what could happen to a defenseless queen in a place like this.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

@Moro Couldn't help it. Taylor has my eyes.

REBOOT COMING SOON. INVITE ONLY.

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Location | Misfits' RV, Bell Mountain, California (108 miles from Santa Monica)
Interacting with | Kim @Stanifly, Matt @Legion02, Umbra @Syn
Mentions: Val @Dirty Pretty Lies
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As she continued to kneel in the California sands, Emilia was feeling less alone with the attention that Matt and Kim were giving her. It felt less hopeless, even if her relationship with the football player was nowhere near as advanced as her relationship with one of her best friends. The crying continued to ebb as the breakdown was beginning to pass.

Kim was taking the lead, as she usually had a level-enough head to do. "You're gonna dehydrate from all those tears, under this sun. Wanna go back in the shade, at least?"

Emi nodded her head and sniffled a couple more times. At least to hold it in until she could make it to a tissue. She slowly stood up. "That sounds fine..."

However, she didn't get a chance to move before feeling a sting against her face, a sting stronger than the wind or the sun. A sudden shock to the system delivered by a hand Emi was definitely not expecting as the girl she ended up inadvertently bracing herself against during the RV's off-road antics delivered a wake-up call. Usually if anyone was gonna slap her, it was Val. This caught her completely off-guard.

“Get a hold of yourself, man! You’re tougher than this or did I pick the wrong white girl?!”

Emilia tried to respond, but the dreadlocked girl quickly turned her attention to Matt, before running out of steam while talking to Kim. All she could do was rub her cheek as the reverberations continued to be felt in her face. When did Umbra build up that kinda strength?

The slap left her almost unprepared for the actions of Matt Brown. “Here, one for you to share with your friend.” The football player quickly produced the promised candy bars and pressed them against her palm, but it was clear that there was something else underneath the chocolate, unless it was a ziploc bag filled with pixie stick dust. “And one for you as well. It should make you happy.” She quickly moved everything into the pocket of her leather jacket. She wasn't sure what she had just been handed, the fact that it was in a baggie probably meant it was some kind of drug. But there were candy bars for now, which would help the situation immensely. Matt turned to walk back to the rest of the parked cars that had gathered in front of the RV, so now Emilia was left wondering just what she now carried in her pocket. Or she would have before Matt added a few parting words.

“You’ve always been too good for him.”

Those words hit just as hard, if not more so, than Umbra's slap. Matt walked away after saying them but the impact was brutal. Possibly not even fully felt by the still-dazed blonde. Always been too good for him? What does that even mean? What is Matt saying with that? Did he know something about Brandon? Did he think he would have been a better boyfriend than Brandon? Is he just trying to puff me up? I don't...

"I'm calling a tow truck. We can probably get one from Victorville." Kim's statement broke Emilia out of her own head, at least for the moment. It was going to be a set back, having to head backwards on I-15, to a place that was kind of a dump. But at least there was candy. "Save some for me if there's dark chocolate in there." Emi carefully removed the two bars from her pocket. Kim was in luck. There was a dark chocolate Mars bar, probably discounted in order to catch a customer's attention, along with a packet of Almond M&Ms. The candy-coated treats may not have counted as a traditional "bar", but it was a welcome sight to Emilia.

"You're in luck, Kim," she informed the girl now on the phone trying to get them out of the area. "I'll put it in the fridge for you!" She hoped the fridge was still working at least. Emi turned back to Umbra, tear streaks still on her face, but now dried up with the lack of replenishing fluids. "I'll split the M&M's with you if you give me a warning next time before you slap me like you did... Oh who am I kidding? I'll split them with you even if you don't. Thank you though. You didn't pick the wrong white girl. At least I hope not." Breakdown number two was quelled for now, but even as she anticipated tearing into the beige bag with the goodies inside, Matt's last sentence was ringing in the back of Emilia's head. It probably would for some time.