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Noah Wilmes

I have no desire to live my life for anyone other than myself.

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a character in “The 100”, as played by Chandz

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“Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”
― Lord Acton


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F U L LXN A M E

      Noah Elias Wilmes

N I C KXN A M E S

      Noah
      Eli

A G E

      18

E T H N I C I T Y

      White | Causcasian

S E X U A L I T Y

      Heterosexual

O C C U P A T I O N

      Trained hunter

A F F I L I A T I O N

      Sky people
D R O PXS H I PXR E A S O N

      Illegal second child


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The greater the power, the more dangerous the abuse.”
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H E I G H T

      6’0

W E I G H T

      172 lbs

H A I RXC O L O R

      Dark brown

E Y EXC O L O R

      Dark brown

S K I NXC O L O R

      Light olive tan

G E N E R A LXA P P E A R A N C E

      Noah isn’t the most rugged looking guy but he has quite a scruff to him. He likes to keep a short stubble along his face to make him look older than he actually is. His brown hair and brown eyes don’t really stick him out in a crowd but he’s not the plainest looking guy. He’s fairly strong for his 6 foot stature and holds very little fat to his body. He keeps his look simple, with his hair just short enough to do something with. He keeps a presentable look without going overboard. His hair can get quite curly when it grows long so he’d rather keep it on the shorter side, although he hates how rough his hair looks when it’s short. Noah is a very simple guy so he doesn’t go over the top with his appearance, and that includes his attire, which generally consists of simply a black shirt and jeans and a coat. Noah has no piercings but has a few tattoos. Left arm Right arm Chest


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“Nothing is easy to the unwilling.”
― Thomas Fuller


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P E R S O N A L I T YXT R A I T S

      ✦ Courageous ✧ Hardworking ✦ Dedicated ✧ Ambitious ✦
      ✦ Level headed ✧ Knowledgeable ✦ Intelligent ✧ Confident ✦
      ✦ Independent ✧ Stable ✦ Trustworthy ✦
      ✦ Bold ✧ Autonomous ✦ Realist ✧ Blunt ✦
      ✦ Opinionated ✧ Narcissistic ✦ Insensitive ✧ Impatient ✦
      ✦ Abrasive ✧ Condemnatory ✦ Irascible ✦

      Noah is a type of brute force type of character. He grew up with very little family support and had to learn how to live on his own essentially. He never truly enjoyed being on his own but it was how he learned to survive. He’s not really the type of guy to really give a shit about other people because no one ever gave a shit about him. Not that he entirely writes off other people, but he’d rather not be surrounded by fake people. He doesn’t enjoy the feeling of being used and will more often than not cut off all ties with someone if he feels as though they’re taking advantage of him. Noah can be very abrasive by nature and doesn’t get too close to other people. He doesn’t appreciate anyone who is fake and leads a double life because he believes what goes around comes around and eventually everyone’s lies are going to catch up with them. Noah is fairly honest, but more in a blunt sort of a way. He isn’t very sensitive to other people’s feelings and his ‘honesty’ can come off very rude at times. It’s not intentional; Noah just thinks he’s doing it to help other people, but it comes off a lot rougher than he usually intends it.

      He can get angered pretty easily, but usually has a very level head about his emotions and thoughts. He tries not to let his emotions get the best of him but sometimes he just doesn’t have the patience to deal with people’s lack of intelligence or common sense. He gets rather irritated by people who are seriously ignorant or slow with life’s common knowledge notions. He is very opinionated about things, and although he is very passionate about what he believes in, it seems that anyone else’s opinions that are different than his are just wrong. He hasn’t quite developed an understanding for other people’s perspective and it’s probably due to the fact that no one ever gave him the satisfaction of making up his own mind, or seeing things from his perspective, so rather than compromise, he simply disagrees until the other person backs down or simply gives up on trying to negotiate with him. Noah sees the real side of not only people, but life. He knows that life has its negatives just as much if not more than its positives. He doesn’t like to omit the fact that shit happens and that sometimes it’s for the worst rather than for the better. He understands that life will always get the best of people but he doesn’t understand those people who succumb to the shit life hands them. He likes to fight back and take his stand. Noah is a very smart guy, he is very knowledgeable about life around him and he takes all that he knows into account whenever he is making a decision or is realizing the facts of life.

      His independence from his family has made him sort of rebellious to a degree. He knows authority and he respects anyone who respects him but he’s reached a point in his life where if he doesn’t agree with the way someone does something, he’s simply not going to live by those rules. He makes his own rule and he lives by those, and they work for him so he doesn’t see the point in living by someone else’s standards. Granted, this type of thinking is what ruined his family but he doesn’t care. He’d rather die an honest man than die a man who lived a life that was not his own. Although many can see the negatives of Noah, he is a strong character. He is very diligent and dedicated to his life’s work and it has given him a lot of knowledge in life. He is brave, often putting his life on the line to stand up for what he believes is right. He has a stable head on his shoulders, he’s level headed, and very intelligent. Years of training alongside his father, mother, and on the ship have given him enough experience to help him survive, now on his own.


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“And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us.”
― Ian Rush


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L I K E S

      ✦ Hunting ✧ Making makeshift weapons ✦ Learning about nature ✧ Reading about Earth ✦ Learning about different animals ✧ Training ✦ Learning about herbs and medicines ✧ Gathering

D I S L I K E S

      ✦ The Chancellor ✧ Living on the Ark ✦ The council ✧ Being taken advantage of ✦ Being mocked ✧ Being asked about his father and brother

S P E C I A LXS K I L L S

      ✦ Making weapons out of resources (scrap metal, wood, debris, etc.) | His father taught him how to use what he had around him to create weapons for when they escaped the Ark
      ✧ Tracking (footprints, animals, scat, etc.) | Noah spent all his time reading and researching survival tactics and tracking was one of his favorite. He learned how to pick up different scents and tracks through books
      ✦ Making traps to capture small animals | His older brother taught Noah how to make traps to capture the small animals that escaped the labs on the Ark in the ducts


S P E C I A LXK N O W L E D G E

      ✦ Different animals on earth | The books he read while living in secret were chockfull of different species that once roamed the Earth
      ✧ How to survive in the wilderness | He read many books on how to survive on Earth and tested out a few of the tactics from the book
      ✦ Medicinal herbs

F L A W S

      ✦ Easily agitated/angered | Noah has a very short fuse and will easily get angered with other people’s stupidity
      ✧ Arrogant | He can sometimes get lost in himself and will think he’s better than others
      ✦ Rebellious | Noah does NOT do well with authority and will often fight back against anyone trying to tell him what to do.


F E A R S

      ✦ Being floated for standing up for himself/what he believes in
      ✧ Being the only one to survive on Earth
      ✦ His mother being floated for hiding him now that he can’t protect her

G O A L S

      ✦ Make Earth inhabitable
      ✧ Help his mother escape and come down to Earth
      ✦ Destroy the Chancellor’s life like he destroyed the Wilmes family


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“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.”
― T.S. Eliot


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F A M I L YX&XS I G N I F I C A N TXF I G U R E S

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      Harold Jacob Wilmes | 53 | Father | Engineer | Deceased

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      Tara Elizabeth Wilmes | 49 | Mother | Medic | Living

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      Topher Milo Wilmes | 27 | Brother | Engineer | Deceased

H I S T O R Y

      Noah had a rough childhood growing up. Besides the fact that he was forced to keep his entire life a lie, and live alone for majority of it due to the fact that he was an illegal second child, Noah was forced to live through the horrifying witness to his father’s and brother’s death. His father and brother were both creating a form to escape the hell that they thought was the Ark but were caught doing so but unknown persons. Their trial was not one that lasted very long as they were almost immediately sentenced to be floated. Tara Wilmes, wife and mother, attempted to fight for her husband and son’s life but it was to no avail. The two were floated only 3 days after their conspiracy was unveiled. It is still unknown who was the person who turned in the Wilmes boys. It was also not long after that Noah came out from hiding, refusing to live a life as a secret when his family had just been destroyed due to secrets. The two were threatened to be floated as well, but Tara is a valuable member of the medic crew and Noah was still under the age of 18, so instead he was sentenced to imprisonment only to be later stuck in a ship with other delinquents and sent to earth. He spent his entire life living in the depths of the shadows of the Ark, learning how to hunt and gather from books, as well as from his father and brother. Noah used his resources to also learn how to construct weapons and resources.


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O T H E R
      Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ✦ Theo James

      Pᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ Bʏ ✧ Chandz

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      character basic form © aurei
      modified form ઽ૮૨Α
      modified form for this roleplay Chandz


So begins...

Noah Wilmes's Story

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Noah Wilmes



It had all still felt very much like a dream. He remembers the night when it all happened. He had been sleeping, still hidden away under the bunks as though no one knew about him. They had come in aggressively. Banging on the door, demanding that his mother give her only son, her only family, up to the officials. Once Noah’s brother and father got floated, there was a rumor going around that Tara had another son, hidden under the bunker. The counsel wanted to check for themselves, sending officers bombarding into the room, tearing everything apart to find the boy. It wasn’t long until they found the loose panel that housed the boy. He was ripped from his sleep, ripped from his bed, ripped from his peace. The boy was branded a juvenile delinquent, simply for being born, and stuck in the Sky Box.

It’s been 4 years since it’s happened. Noah sits on the cold ground in the corner of the small room of the Sky Box. The door opened with hiss and Noah didn’t even bother to turn his attention away from the cement ground he’s been staring at for days. Two guards entered the room and walked towards the 18-year-old. “I need your right arm,” a guard stood directly in front of him, the second guard stood with his taser fully extended, waiting to be used. Normally, he would have fought back but he’d heard rumors outside the door that the 100 were going to the ground. He’d rather die by toxic air than by the hands of the same man that maimed the rest of his family. Noah extended his arm and with a sharp zap, the band clicked into place on his wrist. He stood and was guided by the guard to the drop ship. Sat into place, belt buckling him down, Noah was ready to leave for what he had assumed for so long was the forbidden land.

A ship full of delinquents was a nightmare to Noah. Every which way was yet another kid acting like a fool because they thought they were free. Noah scoffed in the face of freedom. This wasn’t what being free was, this is what being a science project was. He knew that they only used the 100 because they no longer valued the life of these teenagers as humans simply for having made a mistake somewhere along their way. Noah’s mistake was being born, he didn’t find the justice in that. The jolting of the drop ship brought an angst to Noah’s chest, filling him with anxiety, nausea and anger. He wanted nothing more than be far away from the life that he was leading. He hated feeling stuck, he hated feeling locked up, and in space, that’s exactly what he had been his entire life. Locked away in one way or another, never having any sort of freedom to do as he pleased. Noah took a look around the contents of the drop ship. Each person had a name, each person had a story, a family. Noah bowed his head in disgust to the Chancellors decisions. Who was he to take away the possible life of 100 kids? KIDS?! He clearly didn’t understand what it meant to be human. 100 years ago humans were allowed to make mistakes, unfortunately, their mistakes are most likely what ended with the nuclear disaster that sent them all to space in the first place.

Noah looked back up at the people clamoring. They shouted, laughed, joked. He didn’t understand how some of them could be so okay with all of this happening. Then again, this is what he wanted for himself as well. Directly across from him he could see a girl, he knew her face. She was the chancellor’s daughter, Astrid. Anger filled his chest again.

With an aggressive thud, the drop ship roughly landed on the ground. Everyone exclaimed as they undid their seatbelts and tore themselves away from the seats they had been in. They all raced to the door. Noah tore away from his seat just as quickly, he ran to the crowd and rushed his way through the group of kids. He made his way to the front and turned around to face a hundred pairs of eyes. “I say it’s time we have our freedom,” He said with a smirk to two hundred listening ears and curious eyes. He wanted so badly to open that door and break free from the hold that was the Ark. He met eyes with Astrid. The boiling rage that filled him every time he looked at her was not meant personally for her, but for her father. Their eyes met and Noah smiling devilishly. He wanted to defy the Chancellor, his gaze told it all. He turned away from the crowd of 100, readying himself to open that door and be the first to step foot on Earth after 100 years.

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Character Portrait: Sin Character Portrait: Silas Character Portrait: Xander Slade Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Noah Wilmes

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When Sin was arrested, her one solace was that she would get to see her brother again. She probably should have known that wasn't going to happen, but honestly, the thought hadn't occurred to her. In all her time locked up in the Sky Box, the only time she'd seen him was when he was being carted off to solitary. She didn't know what he'd done, but she assumed they didn't want the two of them to be seen together; or maybe he'd attacked another guard. Whatever the reason, it ticked her off.

Needless to say, as soon as she woke up on the drop ship, she started scanning the area for Silas. She barely paid any attention to what the Chancellor was saying on the screen. They were going to the ground, and that was all she needed to know. If they were lucky, the Earth would be survivable a hundred years or so early. The more likely end would be that they'd die from the radiation or choke on poisonous air, but even that was preferable to being sitting around in prison waiting to be floated. At least here they had a chance. At least this way, if she was going to die, she would die on the ground, and she would be with her brother.

Only trouble was, that wouldn't happen if she couldn't find him. She couldn't see a lot of the drop ship, and with everything shaking around it was getting harder and harder to tell the difference between faces. Sin took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact of Earth. Judging by the noise and the blinking lights, she was almost certain it was going to be a crash landing; and she was right. She ground her teeth to keep from yelping when the drop ship lurched and crashed.

Everything went silent; it was quieter than anything she'd ever heard. The electrical hum they'd all lived with for so long you didn't notice it anymore was gone. In a strange way, it almost seemed like the silence was louder than the crash. After taking a couple breaths, the excitement caught up with her, and she hurried to unbuckle herself. As soon as she was free she pushed through the crowd, heading for the door and scanning the area for her brother's face on the way. Unfortunately, all she recognized were the Chancellor's daughter and a guy in a guard's uniform, both of which she scowled at, and a few other delinquents she'd seen throughout her imprisonment. Why would they risk sending a guard down with them, anyway?

Then she saw that someone had already made it to the door. She came to a stop right behind the guy, and bounced from foot to foot. Of course, he would have to go for the dramatics. Sin grinned lopsidedly, and rolled her eyes. "Well, go on then. Open the door already." Initially, she thought that was a bad idea, but she soon realized that it didn't matter. If the ground wasn't survivable, they could stay in the drop ship but they would die anyway. At least out there they had a chance. The odds weren't good, but it was something, and she wanted to see the ground before she died. Besides, maybe if the crowd dispersed outside, it'd be thin enough and she could find her brother.


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Silas hadn't had a chance to tell his sister what their father found out, but he knew. One of the perks of having a lifetime's experience hiding in the wall and eavesdropping: he knew everything. He'd been left with the other prisoners for a while, but it wasn't long before they put him in solitary to keep him from telling anyone. Of course, it wasn't really something they should have worried about. Silas was used to being alone, and he wasn't one to open up to anyone other than his sister. He probably would have stayed quiet anyway, just because it was natural for him to be quiet.

On the one hand, being cooped up in a room all by himself was almost comforting, in that it wasn't that different from what he was used to. On the other hand, he craved the freedom of the ground; yet still, being stuck in such close quarters with a hundred or so other kids with all this shaking and blinking and noise? That was far outside of his comfort zone. He grit his teeth and tried to shrink into himself, away from the others to keep from making contact. He didn't even know his sister had been arrested. He thought he'd never see her again. He didn't want anyone to touch him. He just wanted this to be over with. He wanted out of here.

As much as he hoped the ground was survivable, he was absolutely terrified it wouldn't be. He didn't want to die. He'd listened carefully to the Chancellor's message, trying to drown out all the other excitement so he could hear anything that could possibly help them. Unfortunately, the Chancellor seemed to be sending them to their deaths. Silas recognized the Chancellor's own daughter among the prisoners, and he couldn't help but wonder how the Chancellor could send his family to die. Losing one's family was the worst possible pain Silas could imagine; and he'd been through it twice. As much as he hated the Chancellor and everyone else that had floated his parents and locked him away, he wouldn't wish that sort of pain upon anyone.

The drop ship crashed and he gasped. It was dark, and silent, and for a few seconds, Silas thought he was dead. He thought they were all dead. Then he heard shuffling, voices- people alive and moving around, rushing the door. Slowly, he opened one eye, then the other. He flinched away from the crowd, tucked his legs in as much as he could to keep from tripping anyone or even touching anyone. When most everyone was gone from the area where he'd been buckled in, Silas undid his straps and teetered to his feet.

He was nervous about opening the doors. He really thought the air was going to be toxic and he really didn't want to die from exposure. However, he also wasn't one to speak up. So, he hung near the back and watched nervously, but didn't make a sound until he saw a girl that looked oddly familiar. That mass of blonde hair kicked his heart rate up, but it didn't make sense. His sister shouldn't be there. "Sin?"

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Character Portrait: Sin Character Portrait: Marajade Bryson Character Portrait: Noah Wilmes

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Die in space or die on the ground? This was the thought that had been going through Marajade's mind moments earlier. Dying in the ground sounded like a much more enjoyable experience. At least she could die with the sight of something new and exciting instead of watching the faces of her peers before being floated. With only a month and a half before she would be 18 she was pleased to have the opportunity to be shipped off to the ground.

She tuned out the Chancellor as she messed with the mettle bracelet that had been placed on her arm. The damn thing was already starting to bug her, but getting it off wasn't going to be an easy feat if at all possible. She sighed as she let it go and made sure she was strapped in propperly. No use in dying before hitting the ground due to her own stupidity of not being able to strap herself in properly.

This wasn't the thought of everyone, however, as the boy next to her unstrapped himself after they launched. She watched him silently, thinking about how idiotic the boy was to do such a thing. Almost in answer to her thoughts the ship lurched and she gasped as her heartbeat quickened. She felt a pain git her legs at the floating boy slammed into them. She ignored him though as she tried to calm herself. Perhaps she would die before reaching the ground. No she wouldn't think about that, instead she had to focus on staying relaxed. If she tensed up it would only make injuries worse to herself.

Everything became dark and still there soon after. It was eerie, the silence, and it took her a moment to realize she was still breathing. Movement and muttering began to happen and she finally found herself unstrapping the straps. Her first matter of business was to check the unmoving boy at her feet. She probed at his neck and then his wrist trying to find a pulse, but couldn't find one. Stupid boy should have listened and stayed strapped in.

Sighing in frustration she left him there, unable to do any more for him before she made her way towards the door with the rest. She wasn't shy as she soved her way through the crowed, getting up to the front. Even if once those doors opened they ended up dying she didn't care. She wanted to see the outside before dropping dead. There was a guy near her who seemed to take charge, preparing to open the door. He seemed to be taking his sweet time doing do however. There was one girl she heard telling him to just open the door already and she decided to speak up as well. "No need to be dramatic. I would very much like to see the outside world before dying in here from running out of oxygen. So if you would be ever so kind just open the door or I'll do it for you." The comment sounded rude, but she delivered it in such a sweet way, adding a charming smile to it as she glanced up at him, it was hard to tell if she really meant to be rude or not.

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Character Portrait: Marajade Bryson Character Portrait: Xander Slade Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Noah Wilmes

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When people started to get up from their places, Xander quickly followed suit. Behind him, he caught sight of the boy who’d been free-floating in the cabin lying crumpled on the ground, a girl bending over him. He didn’t have to question her to know that he was dead, he was too still. ”Idiot,” Xander mumbled, shaking his head. Well, at least they’d just lost the one person…so far.

He pushed his way through the crowd of other kids debating about opening the door to the dropship. It would be the moment of truth, was the air toxic? Were they all going to die in approximately one minute? Xander took in the boy at the door, demanding freedom. The look in his eyes peeked Xander’s interest and he followed his gaze to see who he was looking at with such an angry intensity.

”Astrid,” Xander said, his normally stoic face breaking into a lopsided grin for half a second before he wiped it away and returned his expression to neutral. It occurred to him that she would have no idea that he was to be on the drop ship; for all she knew, he’d been dead by this point. He glanced back at the boy at the door, narrowing his eyes at him in something of a warning; Xander was glad that he was here…Astrid might need him.

”Open it then,” Xander added his own voice to the other’s, an authoritative tone in his voice. He couldn’t argue with the girl who stated her desire to see the outside. There were so many possibilities they could be facing on the ground but even Xander couldn’t help but get caught up in the anticipation. They were the first people on the ground in almost one-hundred years!

Xander turned to Astrid, reaching for the only person he knew in the sea of faces. ”Come here,” Xander said. He was here because of her so he wanted her by his side the first time they got a glimpse of the ground. How many times had every person on this dropship stood at one of the Ark’s windows and looked down on the Earth, wondering what its surface held?

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the room was small and grey, its previously smooth walls tones silver by the hatching of exactly four-hundred-and-fifty-eight roughly engraved tally marks. The bed was a thin mattress, low to the ground and perched on thin, metal stumps, and a table jutted out from the opposite wall, accompanied by a spindle-legged chair. It had been her environment for the past year, and she'd grown accustomed to the dim, florescent lighting; the simplistically bland furnishings.
Time alone had resulted in a pulsing, painful silence, but she wasn't one to hum or sing. She wasn't fond of her own voice, and thus sat drowning in unspoken thoughts, tired ponders, and melancholic daydreams. Well, she
assumed they were daydreams; in the sky cell, day and night tended to blend into one, defined only by the red-lettered clock by her bedside.
It had had glared at her and the guard as they exchanged "pleasantries", the man's voice cordial but firm as he requested her compliance. First, there'd been a flutter of panic, a
'no, it can't be- it isn't my birthday, yet. I'm still sixteen. I'm not ready! Then her mind had settled, she'd realized that either the age for execution had gone down or there was some other situation that required her company. She had hoped for the latter, naturally.
Apparently her prayers had been answered.
Hah. Yeah, right. Like she was foolish enough to pray. She knew full well that there was no God.
He'd died with the rest of the world.




the dropship shuddered, shaking its occupants as it descended towards the Ground. The Ground; even after the Chancellor's speech, Mallory couldn't quite believe it. People were so damn complicated, and Mallory was still brooding over the man's intention. Was it mercy? No. She supposed not. It was an experiment. She fiddled with her belt buckle, her slim, pale fingers dancing over the grooves in the iron. A couple of the kids were already out of their seats. Mallory scoffed. Clearly intelligence wasn't an important factor when picking out us lab rats. The ship began to convulse, and Mallory was almost jerked out of her seat. The only thing holding her back were the plastic strips of belt that looped over either shoulder, creating an 'x' on her chest, and the bit painfully into her as she was yanked back and forth.
And then, just like that, they had landed.
It was an excited clamor within the ship, people cheering and chatting and leaping up from their seats. A girl two seats away from Mallory threw up into her lap, clearly not one for travel, whilst another sobbed hysterically, in seeming disbelief that they were still alive.
Mallory's fingers trembled slightly as she undid her belt, her own nausea taking a moment to settle. Once it had, she too joined the growing crowd at the door. Earth. I wonder if it's still green? Green was a color seldom seen on the Ark.
Perhaps that's why it was Mallory's favourite.

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Marajade shielded her eyes as the sun hit her. It took a moment to adjust, but the sight she saw there after was worth the momentary blindness. The crisp blue sky, the vivid green plants, the soft breeze that hit her face, even the smells were overwhelming. She walked out of the ship in awe as she approached different plants, identifying them and she touched them.

If was only after a moment she noticed there were more people doing the same, yet most didn't know the difference between them. "Oi don't touch that one!" She yelled at a girl going to grasp at a plant. She stopped and gave her a puzzled look. "That's Toxicodendron." She stated and the girl gave her a blank look. She sighed in frustration. "Poison oak, you touch that and you'll have a nasty rash." She explained and the girl backed away from the plant.

Glancing around at the rest of her peers again she realized they would need to get busy soon. They needed to find water, food, she could use a trip to look for medicinal plants because she knew someone was going to touch something they shouldn't. She started to make her way back to the ship to see if she could make something to carry stuff in. On her way there she noticed little purple flowers. Upon closer inspection she discovered it was lavender. That would be useful for sure if the could dry it. So she picked some before continuing on.

She was using a string she pulled off of her shirt to tie the small bundle of flowers together as she entered the ship. It took her a moment, but she realized she wasn't alone there. She saw the guy who opened the door of the ship. He appeared to be looking for something. "Well well Mister Ostentatious, did you lose something?" She asked jokingly, but gave him a friendly smile. She began searching for what she needed while the thought crossed her mind that maybe he was working on the same task as her.

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Noah Wilmes



“You’re going to be okay! You’re going to be okay! I’m going to find a way to get you out!” Noah’s mom screamed from the arms of two guards as another two dragged him away from his mother, kicking and screaming. “Mom! Mom!” Noah screamed as much as his lungs would allow him, as if that would break him free from the arms of the people who had secured in their grips. His body was tossed lifelessly into a small cell that he’d call home for a while. He was angry, he was confused. He was alone.


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Noah sat in the corner of the room when he heard the latching of his cell door being unlocked. He could hear several men waiting outside the door. With the door opening, he could hear chaos outside. The rumors were true. The guard walked in and made his way directly in front of him. “Get up.” Noah’s attention didn’t turn towards the guard. Either way, no matter what he did, he’d be taken from that room. “Get up.” This time the guard’s voice was rough. He pulled Noah off the floor then demanded his right arm. Noah consented. He was pushed out of his room to see dozens of other teenagers being taken from their rooms and lead down the pathways to the dropship.




As Noah rummaged around the dropship for materials she could use to hunt, gather, or simply survive, he was spoken to. Unaware that he wasn’t alone in the drop ship, he took a slight startle to her voice. He cleared his throat as he stood up straight to address the girl who had spoken to him. “Other than my patience with less than intelligent people…” he said with a look of disgust on him face, “no. I’m just looking for something that I can use to hunt and gather food. What are you looking for?” Noah asked as he continued his search, tearing apart seats from their base and opening all sorts of trap doors and holes in the walls of the ship.

Noah gathered several belts from the seats all 100 of them had been strapped to not long ago and created weapon holsters out of them. He made knives out of scrap metal and traps out of the remainder of the belts he had gathered. He wrapped them all around his body and prepared himself for his travels. Noah looked up at the girl he shared the room with, “You’re welcome to join me, if you’d like.” He didn’t wait for her response, and left the ship, heading towards the woods.

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Alex had been wandering around for a while when he saw a couple people wander in to the dropship. Deciding he might as well see if there was anything fun or useful he could pry out of it he decided to follow them. Upon realizing they were gathering supplies to make packs and weapons Alex could see the immediate sense in this and began creating his own. 6 strap pack that fit snugly to his body with two straps over the shoulder one around the waist and one around the ribs. He also made a couple knives, but one he intended to make into a spear head, range being the better part of valour.

When he heard Noah talk about leaving on a hunting/supply trip he figured this was perfect, get out of camp, see the ground a little bit, maybe even impress the cute girl he was talking to. So as they were leaving he quickly stripped some wire out of the drop ship and ran after them.

"Hey guys, mind if I join ya?" he said as he bounced along beside Marajade. Noah seemed kinda like the prickly type and not one that Alex was about to take great pains to know. Marajade on the other hand seemed interesting. Plus he'd heard of her on the Ark and it was always good to know someone who knew about plants.

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Marajade wasn't entirely sure if the guys comment on intelligence was meant as in insult to her, however if it was she merely ignored it. "Tell me about it, I just had to yell at a girl not to touch some Toxicodendron...er...I mean Poison Oak." She said, correcting herself at the end as she realized he may not know the scientific name of the plant either. She had to remind herself that most of these kinds would know nothing about plants.

She was in the process of ripping some fabric to make a bag when she answered his question. "I came in to do the same, though I fear I may not be the best at hunting. Gathering, on the other hand, would be part of my expertise." She explained as she examined the bag she had made. She didn't make mention on how she wouldn't only be gathering food, but medicinal plants as well.

She was examining a smaller mettle piece that she was considering using for water when another person joined them. It was another guy who she didn't entirely recognize. Perhaps she'd seen his face a couple times, but she didn't feel like she'd ever really talked to him. "Not at all, it'll be helpful to have one more to carry stuff back." She said in response to his question, offering him a friendly smile as she left to follow Noah. She assumed he'd follow after as well.

They ran into one more who wished to join them, this girl she recognized. "Crystal right? Sure you're welcome to come along as well." She said, happy to see the familiar face. She hadn't gotten the chance to talk to the girl a whole lot on the ship, but they had talked enough to be acquainted.

She began walking once more when another decided to tag along. She turned to look at the girl and realized she recognized her. Mallory Keane, her parents were the chief medical examiners on the Ark. In other words Marajade's own father worked under them. She'd seem the girl around, may have talked to her once, and knew the two of them were arrested around the same time. That was all she knew of the girl though. She eyed the girl for a brief moment before giving her a smile. "The more the merrier I suppose." She said as she continued on, trying to catch up to Noah.

She stopped briefly once more when they were a little further out to examine and pick some plants. She examined them closely, the arrow-shapped leaves, the burr like clusters, yes that was it. Burdock. She quickly harvested some and stuck it in her bag while making note of the spot they found it. Not only was it edible, she could use in medicinally as well.

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Noah walked along a non-existent trail into the woods from the dropship. The earth crunched under his feet with every step. Behind him, he could hear footsteps following his moves. He figured Marajade had followed him, which he was right about. What he didn’t realize right away is that so did another four. Each one tagging along with their own sense of permission. Noah wasn’t the type to babysit, nor was he the type to do things in large crowds. He preferred to do things on his own but he figured there’d be no point in trying to argue with them. They were going to do whatever they wanted. That’s what they all did now. No one around to tell them that they can’t. No one around to stop them. It irritated Noah, he felt like order was needed, but was he the one to take charge?

Noah stopped in his path after Marajade gladly welcomed every other person on the planet to join the two of them. He spun around on the balls of his feet and as calmly as he could, he forged the fakest smile on his lips. He looked at each person, each as mal-equipped as the last. “Alright, listen up! We’re going out there looking for food, water, and supplies that we can use to create proper shelter. Don’t touch shit that looks foreign, don’t wander off by yourself unless you’re trying to die, and don’t make a lot of noise. We don’t know what’s out there.” Without waiting for a response from any of them, he whipped back around on his feet and continued forward. He wasn’t going to be held responsible for the lives of idiots, but he wasn’t going to let them kill themselves either. “Marajade, you know which planets are what and what they can be used for so I’ll let you handle that. Do any of you have any skills to help out here?” This time he spoke over his shoulder and a lot more kindly, figuring that he could use all the help he could get.

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"Yes." Crystal replied to Marajade. Keeping her voice a bit lower this time, as if she was almost intimated by the girl. "And you're Marajade, yes?" She asked. Marajade's knowledge of plants kept Crystal in awe. Crystal often envied Marajade's knowledge, but she never acted upon it. She looked at this opportunity as a way to learn from Marajade herself.

As the group began to walk further into the dense forest, Crystal began to follow after her and the guy in front. She assumed he was going to be the leader, so she tried to back off from upsetting him. He already seemed on edge to begin with.

Jumping back a the sound of Noah's voice, Crystal looked for cues to how to react. Her eyes scanned the scene and locked onto his facial expression. The fake smile he gave to the group almost made her believe she should just head back to the drop ship. She could sense her presence was unwanted by him. In return she gave a smile back. Crystal was the master of fake smiles. The trick was to squint the eyes just a bit so that it gave a more realist look. She stared at him a bit as his tone changed dramatically. As he asked about the rest of the skills she and the others had to offer, he seemed more welcoming.

She looked upon the group once more before taking up the courage to explain what her job was to be on the Ark. "...Agriculture..." She muttered quickly, hoping not to seem useless in front of the rest of the group. While Marajade could identify plants, Crystal would know how to get the most use and the best yield out of them. The skill of agriculture probably wasn't the skill Noah was looking for in this team. She looked over to the rest of them, hoping one of them had a more useless skill than she did so that if there was someone to be deemed spendable, she wasn't going to be that person.

Crystal could see why agriculture probably wasn't going to be something they needed right now. On the Ark, sustainability was everything. It was important to everyone. No one could live with food. The Park family played a role in trying to figure out ways to keep the Ark's population alive at capacity without the worry of food or medical plant shortages. On Earth, there's no more need to worry about going over board with people. As far as the delinquents knew, those 100 kids were the only ones on Earth right now. No one was worried about soil conservation or shortages. There was no farming idea in mind yet. It was back to hunter-gathering times.

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“This is Earth,” Xander answered Astrid, giving her a small grin as he followed her off the drop ship, shielding his eyes from the bright light for a moment. It was so green and the ground underneath his boots sprang back with each step, unlike the cold and unforgiving structure of the Ark.

“It’s good to see you,” Xander told Astrid, another rare grin crossing his face. “They were going to…” Xander told her, finishing off his sentence with a shrug; it wasn’t really necessary to add the “float me” part to his statement after all. She knew. Now what? Was he supposed to embrace her or something? Instead of doing anything, Xander ran his hands through his hair, kicking up soft dirt with his boot.

Thankfully, the distraction of people going back to the Ark and starting to rummage through the wreckage saved him from having to think about it anymore. “Hey, there’s supposed to be a supply station isn’t there?” Xander asked Astrid after a moment, looking around and assessing their surroundings. He tried to remember what else his father had said to him, where they were supposed to be landing. Obviously, the drop ship hadn’t functioned exactly to plan and when Xander looked around, he realized that they were not where they were supposed to be. They were supposed to be on a mountain…a mountain that lingered in the distance. “Ah, I think they dropped us in the wrong place…” he said, watching the little ground start to form, blowing air out of his nose in annoyance as they started toward the forest.

“Hey!” He called to their retreating backs, shooting Astrid a look before jogging toward them. “You’re going the wrong way,” Xander said, crossing his arms across his chest. “We need to get to that mountain.” He told them, motioning toward it and raising his head authoritatively. He wasn’t one of them and it was likely they weren’t going to listen to him, actually the guard’s uniform he was wearing practically guaranteed it, but there was no point in splitting up the ground and just going wherever the hell everyone felt like it.

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Holy shit, it was just going to be that kind of day wasn't it. First Noah was trying to be a people person, clearly not his strong suit, that smile was about as phony as the "justice" system on the Ark. That and then all the rules and regulations, don't touch that, move quietly etc. They were on the ground, everyone needed to just lighten up a bit, they weren't dead yet, and as far as Alex was concerned he had plenty more living to do before that happened. Not that they were bad ideas, Alex just didn't like being ordered around.

"I'm probably the fastest runner here, I'm pretty stealthy and I know some tracking, I can take point.

If that wasn't enough then the guard came up to them and started trying to tell them what to do. Not only was it the way he came up to order them around it was all the body language, acting as if he still had control. Suddenly Alex had had enough. This was not going to be the same as the Ark, these people had shown that they didn't deserve power, they did not have the best interests of the people at heart.

"What are you going to do, guardsman" Alex said, layering the last word with generations worth of venom built up at an oppressive system. "Float us? You're not in charge here. Down here, without daddy to protect you, you're nothing." As quickly as his faced had hardened he broke into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "But hey, don't take my word for it, what do I know, we're not on the Ark anymore. Keep throwing your weight around though, and I just know you'll find that out for yourself." He glanced past Xanders shoulder to a huddle of the older, bigger boys who had been gathering together, whispering and casting dark looks at the guards back "I have that feeling."

With that he was officially done, he needed to be out and away from all the bullshit. He hefted his spear and started off into the woods, breaking into a light jog as he passed the others in his group. Even if they had to get to that mountain, it made sense to scout the area around where they'd landed anyways, but damned if he was going to justify himself to that guardsman though.

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"Alright, listen up! We’re going out there looking for food, water, and supplies that we can use to create proper shelter. Don’t touch shit that looks foreign, don’t wander off by yourself unless you’re trying to die, and don’t make a lot of noise. We don’t know what’s out there."

His words were a dull buzz to Mallory, her focus more on her surroundings than the boy's orders. They were things she was already aware of, facts too obvious to bother stating. At least, for her. Noting his discomfort as he realized the number of people now a part of the throng, she almost laughed.

"Marajade, you know which planets are what and what they can be used for so I’ll let you handle that."

Marajade... Mallory looked to the girl by her side, and recognition clicked. Their parents had been colleagues, although Mr and Mrs Keane would probably have referred to Marajade's parents as underlings. Plant specialists? As equals? God forbid.

"Do any of you have any skills to help out here?" Mallory was about to reply "arms" in a monotonous tone when she was interrupted by a guard. No, not a guard anymore. Just another one of the hundred.

Hm... 'The Hundred'... that actually has quite a nice ring to it.

"You’re going the wrong way. We need to get to that mountain." Despite him being rather noticeably out of the job, Mallory noticed his authoritarian air, and his imperious mannerisms. Apparently, it irked someone else even more than her, and the other boy spoke up with a hostile tone.

"What are you going to do, guardsman? Float us? You're not in charge here. Down here, without daddy to protect you, you're nothing." Then what might you be?
She couldn't fight back the scoff that escaped from her lips at the boy's comment, although more at the speaker's expense than the target's.

"But hey, don't take my word for it, what do I know? We're not on the Ark anymore. Keep throwing your weight around though, and I just know you'll find that out for yourself. I have that feeling." "What insightful input. I'm sure we've all learnt something valuable from your wise words." Her sarcasm was deadpan, and boredom leaked into her voice. She turned to the ex-guard.

"You're correct that our destination is the Mountain, however, I have rather serious doubts that we'll make it there in one day. Collecting supplies for the journey isn't too irrational, is it?"

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As Noah continued walking forward, mostly ignoring the mass of people slowly trickling into a group behind him, he could hear the voices behind him answering the question he just asked. “Agriculture. I’m probably the fastest runner. I’m a mechanic. I know how to cook.” Many voices spoke over one another, creating a multitude of answers sound like one large mashup of noise. The group kept walking into the woods when suddenly Noah would hear the rapid crunching of someone coming up behind him. It didn’t frighten him as he assumed it may have because the voice that followed the crunching confirmed that it belonged to one of the hundred. “Hey! You’re going the wrong way, we need to get to that mountain.” Noah stopped in his tracks, released a deep sigh, and rolled his eyes before turning to look at the boy standing there in his guard uniform with his arms crossed across his chest. “Says who, pretty boy?” A small crowd of boys jeered behind him to the comment he had just made. It brought a small smirk to his face. “What makes you think we’ll survive that trek to that mountain if we don’t have any type of supplies?” Noah said as he pointed to the same mountain Xander had just pointed to. Before the guy even had a chance to answer him, it seemed as though everyone was ready to attack him. It was probably his guard uniform. Noah scoffed at the kid thinking he was the boss on the ground. There was no boss. They were on the ground; it was pretty much everyone for themselves.

“What are you going to do, guardsman?” Alexander started to get into Xander’s face and he looked like he needed to be pulled away but Noah wasn’t going to be responsible for other kids. They were all mostly old enough to know better. A few seconds of rage and then Alex was walking off angrily into the woods. Next was a girl who had been quiet until now. Her words now were just aggressive and dry, “You’re correct that our destination is the Mountain, however, I have rather serious doubts that we’ll make it there in one day. Collecting supplies for the jounry isn’t too irrational, is it?” Noah again interjected. “No it’s not irrational. So get it together pretty boy. Join or step out of the way.” Noah’s eyes coldly met Xander’s before he turned around and following in Alexander’s steps.

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Astrid hated how everything was unfolding already. People thinking they were in charge and she could see the conflict happening. Astrid didn't want to run these people, but she also didn't want to die because everyone was being stupid. She knew these people in the sense that if she tried to say anything they would just look at her in disgust. She heard from Xander that they were going to float him. She didn't say anything for the sole purpose that she had nothing to say.

Astrid sighed and made her way through the crowd until she got to the group. "Hey, I don't think being rude to each other is what will keep us alive. I also don't think everyone fighting over power will keep us alive either. We have to work together or we will all die. We are outsiders here, there could be anything out there that we aren't prepared for, especially if we can't even work together. Fuck who we came from. You honestly think I had a choice in anything? I can bet my life majority of hate me because of my father, but fact of the matter is, I don't even like my own father. Take what you will, but lets be clear, I don't want to be in charge I just want us to all work together and not turn our backs on each other. On a side note, I have engineering and mechanical skills, so tell me what I can do to help, and I'll help."

Finally taking a breath after speaking she was ready for people to be nasty to her. She didn't deserve it, but she understood it was their way to get out their anger at what her father had done. She stood there, and she wouldn't be surprised if someone told her she was useless to spite her, but it was what it was.

(Sorry this is shit, kinda hungover at the moment, but needed to post.)

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Marajade simply smiled and nodded at Crystal in reply to her question. She was too preoccupied to actually speak, but she could feel the girl watching her. She wasn't entirely sure why she was, but she didn't tell her to stop either. Perhaps she was interested in what she was doing, she was from a family who harvested the plants after all. Or perhaps she was judging her knowledge on plants. This made Marajade stop for a moment and worry.

She didn't have long to think on this, however, as Noah now spoke up barking orders at them. All he was saying Marajade thought would just be common sense. She then had to remind herself of the girl who almost touched the poison oak and she cringed a little. Perhaps some of these kids didn't have common sense and needed these things said after all.

"Aye aye Captain." She mumbled as he addressed her. She fell silent again as the others around her responded to his question. She was examining her plants again as she took notice of a guard approaching the group. She remembered him as the one who told the kid not to unbuckle himself. She found it odd that a guard was sent down with them as well. Surely they knew only sending one guard in his uniform would most likely put a target on his back.

Just as she suspected the instant he spoke some in their little group became hostile with him. Nothing physical had broken out yet, but words were flying. She remained silent through most of it however she did listen carefully. Both sides had a point, they did need to get to that mountain however it appeared to be quite the trek. Plus they were only assuming they were alone on Earth and that was the worst thing they could do.

"The Princess is right." She finally spoke up after Astrid spoke. She didn't use this new nickname as an insult, in fact she'd been silently giving all of the people around her nicknames. It was easier for her to keep people straight as she wasn't the best with remembering names. She was shocked she'd remembered Crystal and Mallory. "Being rude won't get any of us anywhere. It will only divide us and that will be the worst thing we can do. We don't know what's out there and we're only assuming we're alone here. You all know what happens when we assume right? It makes an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'." She stated while looking between everyone.

Her gaze then fell on the guard. "With that being said, you are absolutely correct on having to get to the mountain. However it's going to be a journey to get there and it would be best for all of us to scout around where we are and gather food and water for the journey. That mountain isn't going anywhere and we can survive until we have what we need to make the journey." She took a breath before moving closer to the guard.

"Also a word to the wise, Chief, you may want to lie low on barking orders. You being a lone guard has unfortunately put a target on your back and if you start trying to do things how they were done on the Ark people won't respond well. I personally think you'll be useful to keep around, guessing that you're probably one of the only ones who knows how to fight and we may need you to teach us that. Not everyone thinks logically like that, however, and if you bark orders you may find a knife to your throat in the middle of the night." She informed him, no hidden animosity to her words. She was being completely sincere here. Then without another word she walked away, continuing on into the forest some looking for more plants.

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Over the noise of the crowd, Sin couldn't even hear her brother when he called to her. She rolled her eyes at the girl that rushed the guy after she did, really did she need to try to out-attitude her? She also glared at the guard and the chancellor's daughter when they neared the door, but as soon as the door was actually open, her attention was taken away from them.

Earth was... beautiful. The air was so clean, fresh, not recycled and tin smelling like on the Ark. One guy went cartwheeling right into the world. She had to smile at that, but it definitely wasn't all she had to smile about. Soon, Silas was pushing his way through the crowd until he could throw his arms around his sister. Sin stumbled back a step in surprise, and almost punched the poor guy in the groin before she realized who it was.

"What are you doing here?!" Silas's voice was muffled in her shoulder.

Sin chuckled quietly and pat his back, then turned to curl an arm around his neck and ruffle his hair with her free hand. "Couldn't let you have all the fun, could I?"

After a short time celebrating their reunion, Silas settled down to looking around in awe. They had actually made it to the ground. He didn't feel sick or anything. So far, this was looking to be a whole new world he'd never expected, and he was beyond relieved. He wanted to make shelter, a home, to settle in and never have to deal with any of the Ark's stupid rules again. Sin, on the other hand, was looking farther ahead. She also really wanted to explore.

The guy from the door went back into the drop ship just as Sin was starting to look for things to construct a bow. She'd probably need Silas's help with that if she didn't want it to fall apart, but they needed food, and they had no idea how much damage radiation had done to the wildlife. If she happened upon an animal, she needed to be able to hunt it for food in case they didn't find another for a while. She gathered belt and scraps, broken off pieces of metal and anything she could find that she thought might be useful. She was a bit impressed that the guy seemed to be doing the same, but because he was talking to the snobby girl from before, she steered away from him.

Silas was wandering around the camp with the others, but he wandering in and out of the drop ship because he wasn't comfortable letting his sister out of his sight for more than a couple minutes at a time. Really it was probably more like a few seconds each time, but they didn't exactly have clocks all over the place, so he wasn't sure. Anyway, it wasn't long before he heard a "Silas!" reverberating out the drop ship door, and he was running in there like he thought she was dying. Instead, he found her with a... what even was it?

Sin had tried to construct a backpack, and put most of the stuff in it, but while she was trying to put together a bow, it fell apart and everything spilled out. While the others left, Silas helped his sister put everything back together, far better than it was before and more importantly in a way that would actually hold. He even made her some new weapons, knives and the like, that she hadn't entirely figured out how to sharpen or anything before. After finally making enough arrows to fill a makeshift quiver, Sin handed the pack off to her brother. Silas looked at her with wide eyes as she ran off, but after that delay he hurried after her.

Now, Sin hadn't paid any real attention to the Chancellor's speech, but Silas had. She seemed to be wandering off on a separate path to the other group, but it still wasn't the right way. Silas hurried to catch up with her, and caught her arm. "Wait, sis.." He looked around. "There's supposed to be a supply station, remember? Where are we going?"

"What?" Sin turned around and lifted her eyebrows questioningly, but kept walking backwards toward the woods. Just then, a male voice called out, and they both looked back toward the others.

"Hey! You’re going the wrong way. We need to get to that mountain."

Silas faltered, looking where the guy pointed. He certainly wasn't liking the authoritative tone the guard boy was taking, but Silas was pretty sure he was right. Assuming the guard guy was right, though, that meant they'd been dropped on the wrong mountain. Of course. The Ark just couldn't stop messing things up for everyone. Silas grit his teeth.

Sin, on the other hand, rolled her eyes. No way was she going to be taking orders from pretty pretty princess and her prison guard boyfriend. The next guy to step up definitely got on her good side with that "You're not in charge here" comment, though. The girl irritated her at first, but by "Collecting supplies for the journey isn't too irrational, is it?" Sin had decided she quite liked her.

Once it seemed clear that no fists would be flying, Sin sighed, and against her brother's judgement, stepped back toward the group. Despite the egotistic power struggles and general abrasiveness of most involved. "It's too late to make it there by nightfall," she interjected evenly. "We have no idea what radiation has done to the flora and fauna on the ground so we should probably split into teams to make shelter here, and explore the surrounding areas in search of food and water. Hopefully we can find something to hunt that will prove life is actually possible down here and we aren't just dying off slower than anticipated."

Silas tensed behind her, as this wasn't something that had occurred to him. His hands twitched at his sides. He really needed to start doing something or he might crack under the anxiety. "Earth studies was my best subject, if there's anything out there I can track it, and I can kill it...at least in theory," she added that last bit quietly, and reluctantly, then nodded her head back toward Silas. "My brother's good with his hands, he can help build things, make weapons and tools."

Sin was a bit disappointed she was going to have to deal with the others so soon, considering how easily annoyed she was by most of them, but she knew working together was their best option. Silas really didn't want to be separated from his sister again. Sin started off in the direction Alex had run off in, and Silas followed her looking hesitantly, looking more than a little uneasy.

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There were voices scattered throughout the crowd. All murmuring about the debacle that just happened. Xander against Noah. Chancellor followers against those left for dead by him. With the end of what Noah thought was the most pointless conversation he’s ever had, he scoffed and began his trek back into the woods. With every step Noah took, there was a chill sent up his spine. He had no idea what was waiting out there for them and he wasn’t too excited to find out. All he knew was the fact that there was bound to be food out there and he was going to find it. If not for the whole group of kids but for himself. At this point, he could tell there was a separation of power and command. He wasn’t prepared nor did he want to be a leader by any means. Noah just wanted to find a way for himself to survive on Earth. He could care less about those who cared to defy his ideas or his attempts at living. Of course, living normally wasn’t going to be a dream come true anytime soon. If at all.

While Noah walked into the forest, he noticed two new kids that joined the crowd. They looked like siblings and he distinctly remembers her having said that they were siblings just a second ago – he wasn’t paying too much attention. As the group that followed Noah and a few them into the woods scattered, Noah made his way to the girl. He knows the girl as Sinclair but had no idea who the boy was. It was obvious at this point that Noah and Sin’s younger brother shared similar childhoods – hidden away in the hollow walls of the Ark. Noah approached cautiously. “Hey. Sinclair right?” He didn’t break a smile when he walked over to her but he kept his voice as warm and inviting as he could. “You said your brother knows how to make weapons? I could use a guy like him.” With those words, Noah turned his head slightly to the left where he could see Sin’s brother following cautiously behind them. He smiled this time around, hoping that it’ll warm the boy to Noah enough to get him talking and helping. “We need to make weapons. To hunt. And tools, to be able to make other stuff like maybe huts and traps and stuff. Can you help?”

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Character Portrait: Sin Character Portrait: Silas Character Portrait: Marajade Bryson Character Portrait: Xander Slade Character Portrait: Mallory Keane Character Portrait: Noah Wilmes Character Portrait: Cyrstal Park

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Crystal Park
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As others approached Crystal began backing away. There was dark chill in the air. "You’re going the wrong way. We need to get to that mountain" She heard a voice say. The mountain? That's more than a day's hike. Crystal thought. We need to find at least water before we'd even be able to make it there.

"What makes you think we’ll survive that trek to that mountain if we don’t have any type of supplies?"What he's saying makes sense "You’re correct that our destination is the Mountain, however, I have rather serious doubts that we’ll make it there in one day..."We'd never make it by nightfall"...Collecting supplies for the jouncy isn’t too irrational, is it?"It's not, it's a smart move"That mountain isn't going anywhere and we can survive until we have what we need to make the journey"That is a valid point"It's too late to make it there by nightfall"Exactly

Crystal looked at them from the side. She stepped aside from the action unfolding in front of her. If anyone was going to be in the first fight on the ground, it wasn't going to be her. "Look, I agree with them. I understand we need to get there..." She motioned over to the mountain. "...But, there is no way we'd be able to get there without some sort of supplies first. Who knows whats in between us and there." She spoke out.

"We should probably split into teams to make shelter here" She looked towards the girl. Split? There shouldn't be a division, right? Crystal stepped back once more. Separate? Isn't that like a death sentence? We have no idea what is here or if we are going to be dead by tomorrow. How can separating be a good choice? She wondered.

The siblings seemed to know what they were talking about though. And the girl did say that Earth Studies was her best subject. She scanned the pack. Everyone except the guard seemed like it was an okay plan. Her attention couldn't stop focusing on the guard. He seemed very uptight and frigidity in her eyes. “And I’m not a guard,” Well, you don't seem to act like one The jacket he wore was now on the ground. We are going to need order her. Someone has to at least 'play guard' She thought.

Her attention then turned to Silas, who seemed uneasy too. “We need to make weapons. To hunt. And tools, to be able to make other stuff like maybe huts and traps and stuff. Can you help?” She heard Noah ask. She hoped the boy would say yes. "I can help too..." Crystal quietly said. "...If you need help, that is..." Anything to step away from what was happening right now. There was too many things being heard at once right now. To many opinions. Maybe picking up on a new skill would help her back away for a bit.