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Aboa

Sector 5 | Marked Male One

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a character in “Rebellion of the Marked”, as played by Heolstor

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❝ Well, who is the real ominous one here? Making us do your dirty work, how low, ❞

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N a m e
Aboa

A g e
19 years old

M a r k i n g
It's a mark like a scar, which is the reason why he had a chance to feel like a normal human. Of course it was before he had discovered his powers. After that, he felt nothing than hatred and regret, towards the world and the scar on his left shoulder which turned to be a cursed mark.

S e c t o r / C o u n t r y
Sector 5

A l l i e s
[Update as RP progresses]

E n e m i e s
[Update as RP progresses]

P h y s i c a l A p p e a r a n c e
No hell, his blue hair can never be his natural hair colour. Obviously it has been chemically changed, silly. He is a decent man, to be exact, still in his growth but already can be recognized as a full grown man. Well trained was his body, the result of a training which is similar to hell, only crueller and stricter. Something he barely escaped from, something where failure means death. Anyhow, his muscles has beautifully shaped his body; let him look manlier. His face, on the contrary, kept his youth fully expressed with a complete flower blossom, represents his actually young being. However, it was also an advantage, which made people look down on him very often. That’s why, although he may look young, there are some facial expressions which made him actually look old… and tired. It was not his usual, big headed face – it was moreover a proof, of how many things he had been through, young though he is. Anyway, he may have some thews, but it didn’t make him look all that strong. He was not a muscle packet and his actually fine lines and skinny body made it hard to believe that he may able to cause lots of destruction only by his strength, even without any of his special powers. In the outside, he will only leave an expression of a sportive human teenager, nothing more or less. What is unique about him is also his actually long hair, which won't be noticable if you aren't near enough. He usually tied it into a pony tail, because it was quite a hindrance. Even though it was like that, he never actually think of removing all his hair. It was something that he was proud of, whatever the reason may be. His skin tone which goes into the direction of tan is smooth and clean, one wouldn't guessed that he (was forced) lived in that island with no technology or whatsoever. Living like an animal, adapting to the surrounding and make yourself home.


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P e r s o n a l i t y
To be clear: It is better for you not trusting this guy, he can be very devious, uncaring about others and only having himself on his mind. There will be no profit for you to even trying to get near him. He'll probably just make use of you. Why? He doesn't trust other people, simple as that. Needless to say that he sees others as untrustworthy. He will probably only be betrayed if he has faith - that are his believes which made him went through a lonely life. Anyway, that doesn't mean he is a complete unsocial being. Actually, he often showed himself in crowded places - only to ruin the entire good mood. It was something that happens because of his strong jealousy upon the happy, upon the carefree. Interacting with him is, to be frank, arguing with him. You can't get a normal conversation done if you're talking about Aboe. He'll always have the feeling of being offended, although it can't have been so wrong. Yes, he is an explosive person, always trying to pick a fight, never wanting to understand how peoples opinion may be. He is a lonely wolf, who won't have his stubbornity be changed by others. All this years he had carried the hatred upon humans and never ever letting it go. If he had a chance to kill humans, he'll go for it. But in his case, it can't be only one random one, he had to be sure that he hated that person. Soon he had achieved his own believe of world, that's why he won't punish the innocent, only the guilty. And the judge in this matter would, of course, be him only with no one having the hands of messing with his persuasion. It goes without saying that he is actually a very critical one who knows what he is doing. However, sometimes, his hatred and anger may cloud his heart. Generally though, he can be counted as a cheerful person, not being depressive and agressive as his surrounding made him exceptional, although his patience might count as a pathetic amount in contrast to that. Albeit you have to note that his smile are categorized is challenging smiles not as a medium to show happiness and be friendly. More like representing his amusement but also a hidden anger. His cynical offenses are always beginning with a "harmless" smile and always turned big enough to cause a nice commotion.

S i g n a t u r e P o w e r
It’s probably his ability to not blindly use his strength, but also put in some technique. There are some nasty moves which left the enemy no choice but fall into his hand, empty handed. Obviously, this is a power he only can manage because of his inhuman hearing sense, which is actually his true power that let him be acknowledged as a marked one. Something that even made his family feared him. It was a destructive power that he really hated.

S k i l l s
Inhuman hearing sense. His power as a marked one. A cursed power, which he did not respect. He just had it with hearing too much. However, he had no choice, it was an ability that couldn't stop, something which carved in his senses forever and ever.
Making people irritated/ angry. His zynical way of speaking the truth was not the exact way to get friends, truth to be told.
Deceiving and Faking. Believe it or not, it counts as a skill.
Calming Animals. He can't explain it however, he may like animals more than human. Animals, who goes for their instinct and followed their way of living for centuries, having no worries like human have. It would be appropriate to say that he is a bit jealous of animals.

F e a r s
Trusting people. A result of a trauma in which deceiving was brought into a new level. Simple as that.
Hearing too much. Pretty self explanatory.


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There are not many things which is known about him. And anything that is known can be fraudulent and crooked. Past pieces can't be gathered completely, and humans words won't be always the truth. Frankly, it is impossible to know exactly what Aboa did in his life, what things he went through and whatever painful memories are still engraved in his heart. Memorial memories are hard to forget, and that doesn't only belong to the painful ones. Aboa most definitely had happy times, where the rumours said he lived as a normal human being, had felt, the actual idea to be alive and not to be treated as a military puppet soldier. The contrast of his life in his childhood to the dear present were like black and white - they were extreme contraries. It was impossible to not have a trauma because of the sudden change, the sudden misery and the sudden truth which he never had wanted to know about. Never wanted to except it. Ironically, as he grew up, he excepted his past. Didn't let it rule his life which is now completely worthless, a life without hope, without gain and without any bits of ambitions. A dead life. Only waiting to be killed in the next war. Tragic for Aboa, he ended up in the most loving war country from five options. He was storaged there even before he reached an age of two digits. Thus, he already had to wear that fearful arm band. And the first thing he had to do was a fight in the ominous arena of section 5, a game for the rich where killing is equal to entertainment. But as a child, he had never even thought about it. He only had the determination to survive and that occasioned him to stay alive even though his sacrifices for that were not pretty at all. There is one huge year gab, where no one knew what he is being up to in the island of section 5 as he is being called again by the arena of survival. And, truth to be told, he changed. Not only his personality, which is not as fearful as before, but also his ability to completely use his skills for his advantage. As if he had trained only to be called back to the arena. However, something like that didn't made him popular among the rich, but enough for him to provide some extra food from them for his survival on the island. And that is probably the only thing he can do now... right?

O t h e r s
His head set is not functional anymore for its actual function. Aboa had found it and wore it, covering his ears from all the noise he was forced to hear.

So begins...

Aboa's Story

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ABOA

It was indeed uncomfortable high above a tree, where bugs and their families (or whatever their kind may be, Aboa simply does not care right now) made their main streets out of its bark. Every night he scratched, scratched and scratched with the result of red swollen marks all over his body. Luckily, they did not bothered his face or hair that he treasured so much, or he will probably go freaking insane and kill off every single creature, how small it may be, and lead them to certain death for the sake of a long and nice sleep. And 'long' is meant for like almost twelve hours. Therefore it was no surprise to find his stomach making such unbearable noises that won't be satisfied until he'll get it what it needed which is obviously food. Nearly awoken from his sleep, he rubbed his eyes so forceful as if trying to disturb his ache in the stomache likewise, then let out a long, long sigh. Lazily, he grabbed his little bag which was his only belonging and shook it ruthlessly. Too easy, nothing seems to be inside. Apparently, his food stock went out – which is honestly not to be wondered about, having seen his portion every time he ate. Well, perhaps, it’s just appropriate for someone who only ate two meals a day or even only once. For the other times, he just had overslept, as simply as that.

A yawn escaped his lips as he jumped down. He truly regretted his decision to sleep on the tree, he felt just like that lowly creature, the monkey, but he only commented that he hated bananas. And that’s all he had and wanted to say about that subject.

Back to his poor, poor stomach – it was still rumbling like thunders, loudly and frightening. In that condition he could just eat everything he could get but for fishing was his patience just not enough. He didn't possessed any nerve for that kind of 'skill'. Hunting down food seems to be more promising than waiting like an idiot for the food to come by itself, so he always said. Well, that by side, wild animals are rare in the sector 5, even that had been counted into the cruelties of Sarin, that corrupted war loving country, which Aboa hated so much.

Within the Marked ‘Territory’, if one could say that with all those armed guards around, are aside from that also some wild plants and herbs which had turn to be fairly useful. Aboa was not stupid by randomly eat anything that crossed his way, he knew there is a certain risk that it may contain poison, so he had some plants tested. How, was still a mystery; probably some guards had to say goodbye to their life, or some animals, whatever. His own survival was the most important thing after all. Hence, he easily found supplies to keep him living through the years, though he still is indifferent about the future.

Anyhow, little mushrooms and plants were not satisfying enough after all.

His legs began to move fast. Not his best pace but enough speed to convince his hunger to wait a little longer, just a little longer. The scenery which didn’t changed much since the place where he had rested, now opened a view to a river, which has a beautiful blue colour. Almost looked like its glowing and sparkling, Aboa always had that disturbing feeling that it secretely gave the Marked ones hope, expecting them to not give up on living.It was just so silly.

Before he could prepare himself for a dive into the water and the search for a nice fish, he heard voices not far away from his place where he had stopped in front of the one waterline which already helped many Marked to survive, a simple fortune for those 'poor' Marked, so he once heard a guard mumble. Yeah right, poor, to be pitied but also to be feared and to get rid off; simply an eyesore and a weapon for the human kind. A throbbing pain went through his heart, so bothersome. To forget his worries he cleansed his face quickly with the water and then wiped his face with his shirt afterwards. It took some second for him to calm down, but before one could guess, he already stood on his two feets and went to the direction where he heard the sound from, spotted those two Marked Ones gazing upon something… a flower?

“Well, if that isn’t surprising. The utterly happy smiling unfeminine woman and the always to himself muttering outsider are talking with each other. What will this rare occasion lead to? Would there be a successful ambush from the side of the Marked towards the human kind perhaps, to honour this moment?,” His playful grin was also there which couldn’t be forgotten while he remarked negatively about others without even knowing them well – just like him, uncaring and always exaggerating. A light laugh escaped his lips. “Heh. Not like that is ever going to happen, though.,” There was something about his statement which let it seem to have more meaning behind it than his usual sentences; it had a strange after taste, something that could have to do with the feeling of irritation, or a fact that he couldn’t really accept as easily as he blurted it out. Obviously, he didn’t show it directly to them; he was not that blunt and honest.

Indifferently he glanced at them, starting to search for something he apparently didn’t find. “Any food for me?,” Yes, he honestly dared to ask that after such a very nice greeting (which truly wasn't one) of his. Well, it’s not like he put his hope high anyway.

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Kirino awoke this morning as early as she would any other morning. Walking around her house to make sure non of the orphaned kids she let in the night before had left or even worse, killed over. It was pretty cold at night, which most open area's are after the sun goes out and it was even worse for the young ones. Still, she always opened her old home to them even though she had forgotten to get fire wood. Giving the last of her blankets to them she was left to sleep uncomfortably without any form of warmth although she was hardly affected. She was use to having to survive harsh conditions.

As one of the children seemed to roll out of their blankets, she gave a slight sigh and nudged him back to his sleeping partner. In all honesty she didn't know whether she like or hated kids. The only thing that caused her help them was not really compassion but the relative feeling she got from them. Having also lost her parents at a young age she could sympathize with what they were going through. However, this did not mean she liked them. After all, how could she like someone who she might have to kill one day? This was the truth behind all things she faced in life. She couldn't get attached to something knowing that one day at a persons whim, it could be taken away from her just like that. She had nothing in this world and was entitled to nothing. No, that wasn't true. She still had herself and memories. Though they only get you but so far, she was happy to have them.

About a hour after waking herself, she woke each child and gave them some of their rations. That was the price for staying at her place. She would make the person give her their rations and hide them until morning. She wouldn't take non for herself. At least not if you didn't try anything funny. It was a good way to keep the house a safe place with multiple people and earn herself some extra rations if things got out of hand. Even with the extras, she wouldn't indulge herself in the food. Instead she would give food to the hungry, which she proceeded to do after feeding herself a piece of stale bread. Even she forgot how long she had it for and the thought crossed her mind that it could have been stale before she received it. Food was food though, as she learned a long time ago and she didn't give much thought into complaining.

Heading out the door she gave one more look at the children who were once again asleep and closed the door. She walked through the ever familiar scenery of the depressing sector which she lived. This would usually be the point where someone says, "It wasn't all bad...", but the truth of the matter was that compared to how humans get treated, marked were the lowest things, with rodents about two steps above them. Having a house close to the lake was a good thing though for her. It meant that if she did run out of food she wouldn't have to go far in order to get some more. Fish swam in the waters near her house for some unknown reason.

Upon walking over the walkway she caught a glimpse of people talking and a couple other people surrounding them. She didn't care much for the old half dead people around the talkers but she felt different things for the people who were engaged in conversation. There was Adley, a girl about a year younger than her. She gave her the most trouble out of everyone in the sector mainly because she always tries these quote on quote "Fail Proof" attempts at escaping and even though they never seem to work, she keeps trying. Kirino imagined that she must've hit her head when she was younger. Either that, or she's just optimistic to deadly level. Next was Aaron, as everyone called him. He was quiet and memorable because out of everyone in the sector he didn't give anyone trouble at all. Sometimes she would give him food just because he was so well behaved. Lastly, her brow twitched just thinking about him, was Aboa. He was a trouble maker but was smart about what he did. She liked his intelligence but his attitude was something she could barely stand. Still, she enjoyed him more than Adley, though she wouldn't choose one over the other. To her, even with all their highs and lows, they were all equal. Some just needed a talking to was.

Not being the one for disrespect she walked up to them and caught a glimpse of their conversation. The last words being about Aboa hunger, she reached and grabbed a piece of stale bread and tossed it in the air saying, "Eat this." If he caught it or not didn't matter. She wasn't going to spare another piece. "You really have to try to ration out your food. Either do that or steal from some old man who has no business eating allot to begin with." She said in a flat tone. She only raised her voice a little to talk to Adley. "So. Are you planning another one again?" She didn't like her plans but she also didn't want harm to come to the girl. It was weird but she reminded her of herself when she was younger. So many years ago.

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Now, Adley didn’t too many friends, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t friendly to everyone. However, there was one exception--Aboa. It wasn’t that she hated him; it was just that no matter what she did he was rude, she shouldn't take it personally seeing as he was rude to everyone. How can one person have so much disgust in his body? It was almost as if he got off on upsetting people and causing problems, his demeaning grins proved her right theory right. He was the exact opposite of Adley and for that she couldn’t get around to liking him. So needless to say, when he showed up, and used the word ‘unfeminine’ to describe the petite young girl, she tried to hide her irritation through a cheeky grin, and ignored his request for food. “Well, if it isn’t Aboa,” she smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes, “I’m guessing you haven’t filled your quota of irritating the world today?” She was staring at him, but she thought back to his other question, having, just now, picked up on it.

“Would there be a successful ambush from the side of the Marked towards the human kind perhaps, to honour this moment?”
She dismissed the fact that he had used his signature mocking tone, but it made her think. Maybe—just maybe, what she needed was partners, she glanced Aaron, and back at Aboa with a scheming glint in her eyes. ‘Lucia didn’t start the War alone! Maybe they can help,’ she had seen the look in Aaron’s eyes as he eyed the flower and Aboa—perhaps she could make it seem like a challenge? They were going to get out of here! They were going to be free! The girl was already planning what she would do after they were all freed.

As her thoughts ran wild, Kirino walked up. Kirino was older than her by a year, but she acted like she was a hundred years older. She was mature and sensible, but nevertheless Adley liked the girl. She would ramble to Kirino about everything, her plans to escape, new things she learned, or utter nonsense, it didn’t matter, and while Kirino would mostly ignore her, it was still nice to have someone near her when she chattered away, and the girl never sent her away. When Kirino asked if she was going to plan another attempt to escape she knew the signs were all pointing to freedom, was unconventional to say the least, but she was Adley Mae. With the addition of Kirino, she knew that this was it, her future team, they were going to single-handedly stop the war, free the Marked, and live the lives they wanted. It was more difficult than she made it sound in her head, however that wasn’t going to stop her. She was determined, but she wondered how she was going to convince the others. They were all so different. The emotionless Aaron, the condescending Aboa, and the level headed Kirino, it was not going to be easy, but she was up for the challenge.

“What if I was?” she responded to Kirino’s question, “How would you guys feel about joining my team! It’s hard to escape with just one person, but with all of us, we could do it!” she exclaimed hopefully, yet quietly in case someone was listening. She wondered if she should mention what Old Red told her, ‘I probably should save that for the last resort,’ she saw the look in each of their eyes at her declaration and knew she was going to need it.

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'Flowers...' Damon thought to himself, so he would remember the words. 'Flowers... flowers... flowers...' he keep repeating as he looked at her and the flower. 'Beautiful... fragile... flower... petals.' When he got back the flower, he looked at it for a moment, then up at the horizon. He was once told by Tom that there was something more, over all of this water. He said that they will see it once day. Damon smiled slightly, thinking that he should maybe try to cross all of this water. Maybe there was more of those beautiful this. He thought how beautiful a field of them would be if he could see one.

But then, his thinking was stopped with Aboa's voice. He hated that guy the most. Damon was still quite surprised that Aboa was able to live so long, mainly due to his reckless. At the words outside, he frowned a bit. Of course, he had been told that he wasn't born in the land that most people would call their home, but that doesn't mean that he isn't one of them. However, coming from Aboa, he only excused himself for his actions and shrug it off. Even if he had food for him, he would give none of it. It was his trouble after all. Damon does share his food sometimes, but something made him felt that getting on Aboa's good side was like getting on everyone else's bad side. Besides, he doesn't figure that it would be possible; that kid had only a mind of his own.

For some reasons, everyone seems to suggest that Adley had a new plan of some sorts. Even Kikiro, which Damon considered the most sane in here, thought so. He wouldn't dare to say, but he would like to go beyond that mass of water, exploring what his eyes couldn't see. That kind of thought seems to be against what the Marked ones would like to have, even though it would be better to be independent than being caged and limited like... Damon wondered if there was any being like them. But again, he was lacking words. He would like to be with Adley on her plan, but he couldn't just say it. Besides that point, there was already a public gathering around them, which stressed him a bit, because it might be the sign that there is a guard nearby.

“Thanks you...” He only said to Adley, ignoring the others as he walked away. Of course, he was known to not talk a lot, but his words were carefully chosen. He looked down at the flower. 'petals...flower...fragile...beautiful...' he repeated in his head as he walked down lonely. His mind was somewhere else, seeming to remember of his pass. He almost broke in tears, but he didn't dare to show most of his emotions when he is outside. “Is this... what you wanted from me...?” he muttered to himself, still thinking about his mentor. He remember that day, but something felt wrong. It was all there as vivid as it could get, but it seems to be missing something. He would only walk down the path, thinking about what could have been missing.

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ABOA

“Well, if it isn’t Aboa, I’m guessing you haven’t filled your quota of irritating the world today?”

One vicious smile was seen then, in the glimpse of that one second, as Aboa shrugged disrespectly with a bit of a dramatic sigh. "Please, the day has just started. I am not planning to pick a fight that soon, I am sane after all, not like someone particular," With a clear underestimating voice and a light chuckle, he glanced over to Adley. However, exactly that was what he was doing: Picking a fight, arguing, whatever - just don't come closer to me, that is probably what he is thinking. Eying Adley, he thought of the guts of that petite girl; truth to be told, he was aware of the strength and stubborness of her as he also knew about Adley's escape failures in the past, or more of a attempt. Hidden admiration faintly existed eben though his amusement was winning over his heart, when seeing her efforts gone to waste. Aboa was never someone who gave up without even trying, but in this case, any struggle would be useless. That is directly reflected on his dream to die while fighting fair and square, without some humans meddling in it. With other words. He gave up to hope for things that won't come true; as easy as that. It was not pessimistic, it was only the truth. A truth he started to get used to, somehow. Furthermore, what he will do anyway after he saw freedom? In the end, he only had the choice to go back to another cage of the Marked, being blamed upon a random act of violent the rules like always and then had to stay and wait for the next war like an obedient puppy.

He throwed away that unpleasant thought as he heard footfalls. Yeah, that's not special in the one way, that's true. He already heard many steps apart from this one that morning, rustles in the bushes, even the faint wind blow; he heard almost. However, those footfalls specially belong to someone he gave a rare respect. A woman who cared for children like they were her flesh and blood. An admirable person who is treating everyone equal. No normal people could ever dislike her - only those who didn't know the better. Such footfalls he remembered the most. Tap Tap Tap... "Eat this," That was the first thing she said as she surprised him by coming here. Though that time, he didn't give a damn. He only had eyes for the brown, crispy bread in front of his eyes, which he quickly took and with one go, swallowed it. "Thanks man - euh, woman, my angel, Kiri- Kiri, whatever. I hate stealing, what is with that advice? Like telling old people just to go die already... though you have a point," He then added, the last more to himself and continued in his thoughts: Where he could probably end up in our dreamy heaven. Hope it exists or god is going to have it, making a fun out of our misery. And yes, his cogitations were dead serious. "On the other hand - why don't just starve the kids? They won't have to go through this then - or, nevermind, I am thinking out loud," A sigh escaped his lips, trying to cover for his bad jokes - or thoughts out of the whim. Kind of hated himself saying that whether it was guilt pangs or only indifferentism. "Just forget it," He added, avoiding any eye contact as he listened to Adley's talk.

And yeah, he couldn't help but laugh. "Joining your team? Consist of who else, that team of yours? Your small brain and your stubborn self? Haha, don't make me laugh," As he kind of calmed himself down, he continued with a quite different face he always showed. It was a slight annoyed face, where his voice sounded strangely unfamiliar and foreign. "I am definitely not doing your childs play, wasting energy on that is simply a crime. And it's better for you to not get your hopes high up - it ain't all that easy. Shouldn't you be the one who knows the best? It's nearly impossible," Nearly. That word. It ruined everything and revealed too much. What was he for an idiot? "Anyway, I am not doing it. And Kiri is probably also sane enough," He added slightly flustered without considering Kirino's share of thoughts at all. Afterwards, he glanced at Damon, his gaze completely showed the question mark. He never liked those kinds of people who never knew how to raise their voices. His sudden leaving was so abrupt and unexpected, that he almost thought it was his fault. "... Seems like Damon neither," He gazed after that strange boy until he was completely gone and only felt wonder. Though that moment was interrupted with the clear statement of his hunger.

He knew he could not expect any food coming from Kirino again, so he gave it a try with other methods. His methods.

Petting Adley's shoulder showing unhonest pity, he proclaimed: "Now, that being said, aren't you hungry?," A smile, leaving Adley time to answer. Obvioulsly, that was intended knowing Aboa; and that became the truth with his last sentence: "So, go fishing and let me have some bites,"

He was running away, he was aware of it. It couldn't be helped - that was always the conclusion of thinking in that direction. It can't be helped.

Somehow, he felt pathetic with his grin on his face.

Was it really possible?

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“What if I was?” Adley asked. “How would you guys feel about joining my team! It’s hard to escape with just one person, but with all of us, we could do it!”

That was all Kirino needed to hear. She was a foot away from Leaving before She heard a mumble from Damon and witnessed him walking away. She never did get the man, even though she knew him longer than Adley and Aboa. They were pretty close in age but couldn't have been further apart in mindsets. Still, she had to agree with his abrupt leaving. She gave a slight sigh and squinted her eyes upon Aboa talking. She didn't like his comment about the kids earlier but forgot to address it because of Adley's bubbly attitude about escaping. Now that she had to listen to the boys harsh words which she had to admit she agreed with on some points, a very small percentage of points, she decided to say all she had to say about all matters discussed so far.

"In the sense of children, without them we are nothing. Asking them to die in stead of the old would be like asking us to give up our existence. Also, Adley may not be smart in the sense common sense. She may even be a bit to ignorant of the way the world works, but most of her escape Ideas in the past would've been a seventy-five percent more of a success if she had some help. Not only that but, at least she hasn't given up on something she cares about. At least she could say that she has goals in life, no matter how optimistic they may be, unlike some people. Do not group me together with you. I would join Adley on her little exposition. I would definitely do it." Her words were low in tone as if she was talking to a child but with each word spoken from her tongue you could feel the knife at the end of them trying to chastise Abao for making fun of the girl. All the words Kirino said was true. She didn't like the thought of it, but if needed she would kill all the elderly in the sector to save even one child. Her words about Adley and her plan weren't lies either, for it had crossed her mind in the past to join the girl.

If her words made the girls hopes go up for a companion it wasn't her intention. She turned to Adley and followed her previous statement with, "I would join you Adley, if I was as hopeful as you. Seriously. Have you thought about what might happen if you do escape? Have you thought about how you will survive out there? Do you even know where you're going to go? Sure, even I want to get out of this place, but look." Kirino pulled her shirt down to show her shoulder and her marking. It was a mix of random swirls with no real design to them what so ever. "We are not normal. Wherever we go, we will always be know. Out there, everyone is our enemy, everyone will know what we've done, and everyone will try to kill us. In here my life may be hell, but at least I'm able to do something with it in here instead of throwing it away out there." She said as she started to walk away. Given two steps she stopped and only turned her head towards the girl, her eyes still with their natural tired expression. "Unless you can say something that will change my mind." She said, wanting to give Adley a chance to say something, something that made sense her and not something that sounded far fetched.