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[poseygraymire]

Kitchen work.

I wonder how long I can postpone that for.

[haul-morgan]

I think it's safe to say the kids in Thirteen are the most well behaved kids I've ever met in my life. But only when one of the soldiers come around...

[lakepilchard]

I just said something about missing the ocean, and a guard told me they have showers. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know running water and the ocean were the same thing. That's my mistake.

[spikelet-spark]

You call that a spar?

Again.

[aloysiayule]

Why are you out of bed?

[tatianaowel]

This is my spot. Go find your own.

[aloysiayule]

Ah -- don't touch those! They're filled with something you really don't want to accidentally impale yourself with.

[poseygraymire]

"Be more friendly, right," Posey said, coming out of her therapy session. She didn't need to be friendly to anyone. She didn't want to. He wasn't going to force her. "Try and be more open about yourself." Posey rolled her eyes while listening to the elevator ding. She walked in and pressed the button the shut the door so that no one could come in and hear her potential mental breakdown. It wasn't her fault she had no intentions of making friends. Everything about Thirteen bothered her. It was lifeless, but a different kind than that of Twelve. Twelve had years of depression and abuse. This place was all uniform and she had no good reason to get acquainted with the people. She went up a few floors and found herself heading nowhere. Because she was angry and she needed to let off some steam, but she knew going above ground when it wasn't for training wasn't allowed and she was in no mood to help 'contribute' by peeling potatoes.

She was going to turn the hall when someone else nearly walked into her, giving Posey something near a heart attack, "God!" She exclaimed. "You just took ten years off my life, thank you!"