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Smack

"Ignorance is bliss."

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a character in “The Humanly”, as played by Onica-Louis

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{"Truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.”}
-GLORIA STEINEM
The Judge Twenty One Pilots || Decode- Paramore || SongName- My Darkest Days || Say Something- Great Big World and Christine Aguilera || Let Her Go- Passenger || Wake Me Up- Avicii

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|{Full Name}|
Mackcelle Leann Gatsby

|{Nickname/Alias}|
None
||{In Her Mind She Has No Name~Smack Was Titled To Her For Her Fighting Skills}||

|{Codename}|
Smack

|{Citizen Number}|
56785634

|{Age}|
Nineteen

|{Ethnicity}|
50% Australian || 25% Spanish || 25% Italian

|{Sexuality}|
||{"I normally find nothing about any one the least bit alluring, but something about big brown eyes make me melt."}||

Asexual
||Without sexual feelings or associations||
||{Smack Tends Not To Ever Have Any Romantic Tendencies But When She Does Its More To Female Figures}||

|{Role In Roleplay}|
Super Solider





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{"I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their powers over us.”}
-VERONICA ROTH

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{Power}|
Fear Inducement

{Power Limitation}|
The user can evoke and increase fear and horror in others causing the target’s brain to release fear-inducing chemicals. The victim’s perception may be altered, causing them see their environment as ominous and the user as dark and foreboding, or even seen as a monster. Users of Psychic Shield, Fearlessness or Indomitable Will are either immune or highly resistant. May be overpowered by Courage Inducement. Another limitation to this ability is that whenever Smack uses it on someone she must see her own fear or fears as well.

|{Quirks || Habits || Oddities}|
(At least 5)
Waking Up Every Morning At Five O'Clock Running Three Miles Everyday Tapping On Random Objects Popping Her Knuckles If She Gets Annoyed She Won't Wear Any Shoes To Help Calm Down Whistles When She's Nerves Doesn't Walk Past Black Cats Hates The Number Four Is Double Jointed In Both Her Arms Doesn't Sweat Is Allergic To Pickles Meditates An Hour Daily Tries Her Best To Never Eat With A Spoon ▪[/color] Has Never Used A Computer Refuses To Talk To Red Heads Likes To Eat The Core Of Apples, Peaches, Etc Classical Music Makes Her Completely Tired To The Point She Could Fall Asleep Standing When Listening To It

|{Talents || Strengths || Skills}|
Hand To hand Combat Long Distance Running Long Distance Swimming Can Almost Always Shut Accurately With A Gun Has A Lot Of Endurance When Fighting Can Speak French, German, Italian, English, and Spanish Fluently Extremely Flexible Can Hold Her Breath For A Long Time Doesn't Easily Let People Under Her Skin Has Been Taught How To Tell When Someone's Lying By Tell Signs Can Easily Lie Her Way Out Of Anything

|{Flaws || Weakness}|
When She Trust Someone She Becomes Vulnerable To Them Simply Talking About Lily Can Cause Her Stress She Strains Her Body Training All The Time Tends To Stay Alone Isn't The Best With Social Skills Has A Short Temper

|{Hobbies}|
||{"My hobbies are very simple: training. That's all I do. Whether it's combat, swimming, practicing with my guns, etc. it's always just me training."}||

|{Fears}|
ø Never Seeing Lily Again Or Her Dying Having Someone Else She Loves Taken Away ø Always Being With The Government ø Spiders "They really do not need that many eyes." Monkeys "I don't know, there's just something about them that I just can't stand." ø

|{Secrets}|
Smack Was Madly In Love With Lily
She Wants To Be Apart Of The Humanly

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{“The weak fall, but the strong will remain and never go under!”}
-ANNE FRANK




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|{Personality}|
Smack could be described in so many ways, some bad and some good. To some, she can be strong, adventurous, and stubborn. She's the girl that refuses to ever show an inkling of weakness. Smack is a girl that doesn't have much direction in her life, but she doesn't let it show. She holds her stolid face and acts as if she has her act together. To others, Smack is an independent, cruel, cold hearted girl who could never care for anyone. People believe she's completely controlled by the government and would do anything to appease them- in reality she does what she feels like. Regardless of what people think of her she doesn't let it bother her like she use to.


With Smack working for the government for the past few years it has allowed her to become skilled, skilled to the point that she helps train new recruits. She pushes the people she trains to their limits, not to break them but to make them tougher. There's nothing she can't stand more than a weak person. She looks for strength in everyone, not necessarily physical strength, but just something. She doesn't like when people can so easily break under pressure. Being with the government has taught her there's no time for relaxing or letting your guard down, that you always have to be ready and prepared for what may happen next. Smack can usually always be found in the train room trying to become a better fighter. Even though she doesn't much care for her role she knows she's important, and yet that's all she's ever known- the importance she holds to being the Super Solider. This is the force that drives her to be better, even though she doesn't care she just has the need to be her title.


Stubborn, well thought out, and fierce are words that can also describe her as well as laid back, caring, and sarcastic. Most people never get to see the positive sides of Smack. Since she doesn't know much about herself she tends to keep people away, but not always. When someone gains the trust of her they'll learn she's actually quite fun to be around. She has her moments when she can just relax and talk, but those moments are very rare from all the training time she puts in. Aside from that when she really does begin to care for someone she becomes completely protective of them. She doesn't exactly know where this protective nature comes from, but it just happens.


No one ever screws Smack over. Getting even doesn't beginning to explain what she would do to someone that messes with her. She has never taken kindly to disrespect and she has never taken anyone's shit either, that's why she gets into fights a lot. Smack doesn't want anyone to ever think they can do things to her without consequences, because that's not true. When someone does something she doesn't like or she feels like she's been stabbed in the back she never gives second chances. That's why she doesn't care much for the government anymore after she felt double crossed. If she ever lets down her walls enough to let someone in, that means they better try their best to keep it that way. She doesn't trust to well, so if someone goes behind her back when she does give it to them it makes her never trust them again. She can't stand to be lied to or double crossed, Smack just can't do it.




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{"Liking is probably the best form of ownership, and ownership the worst form of liking.”}
-JOSÉ SARAMARGO



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|{Likes}|

Training Swimming Working Out Yoga Using her Guns Running Brown Eyes Drinking Smoking From Time To Time When Girls Smile Star Gazing Starry Nights Cool Weather Cloudy Days A Nice Laugh Random Spontaneous Moments Even Though She Doesn't Really Do Any Herself




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{"It's a bother to surround yourself with things you dislike.”}
-UNKNOWN



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|{Dislikes}|

Overly Emotion People Weak/Lazy People Hot Weather When She Can't Train Being Stuck In Her Room Working For The Government Feeling Lied To When Others Think They're Better Than Her




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{"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”}
-SØREN KIERKEGAARD

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|{History}|
Mackelle was raised by two parents, a nurse of a mother and a historian for a father. Ever since she was young she was taught about medical things, how to stop a wound from bleeding so much, how to stitch herself up if she must, and other things from her mother. With her father he taught her other things to like: past wars, famous people, our founding fathers, etc. He use to give her little scenarios for her to figure out. Her life was undoubtedly simple and happy, it was even better for her since she was growing up with an older sister, Mackenzie. The two girls spent a lot of time competing together whether it was who could run the fastest, eat the quickest, or fight the best. They both loved the thrill of competing with one another, it made them feel strong.

With her fathers inspiration, when Mackelle turned ten she started going with her father to history conventions. Here her father gave fellow historians information of advances of civilians and histories of cultures around the world. She of course was amazed by this and tried to remember everything she could. With her parents having the jobs they had, they had some money to travel America a little, taking Mackelle and her sister to see some historical landmarks of the world. Her favorite was the White House, she loved all the old paintings, the statues, and the new information she gathered from her father during the walk through.

A few months after the Washington trip she and her sister went to work with her mother. They were in her office as she filled out some paper work about the birth she'd just delivered, a pretty, young, baby girl. "Was the baby alright?" Mackelle had asked her mother and she nodded. "I'm going to go use the restroom." She told her mother and left the room. Once she was done in the bathroom she could hear a large commotion outside the door. "Give me the girl!" Smack could hear men continuously yell and gun shots and screams followed. Before she knew it the bathroom door had been busted open and a group of men came into the room with guns. [i]"Hurry and get the girl!" one of them had boomed. She kidded and screamed, but no matter how hard she tried to get free it didn't work. Soon the men that were carrying her took her outside and threw her into a back of a truck. She was of course afraid, but then a relaxing hand was placed upon her shoulder, "It's going to be ok." Looking over she saw her sister, which made her relax some, but before she knew it she had fallen asleep from a gas that had been released into the back of the car.

On July tenth Mackelle and Mackenzie no longer existed and was replaced by trainee 140 and 141. She no longer knew anything that had happened ten years prier in her life besides what the government had told her. She was told she had been raised where she was now and it was her duty to train and become strong to fight for them. Being so young and having nothing to remember she simply agreed. She began training on a daily bases and soon earned the nickname Smack from how powerful her punch was. The day she turned eleven her abilities finally came in. She was quickly given a power trainer so she could learn to control her powers, which surprisingly hadn't taken long for her to master. She was always so determined to finish everything first and the best, which made others a long side her hate her. There also seemed to be jealousy among her for how fast she was going up ranks, of course that never stopped her. Her biggest enemy was a girl by the name of Cold-Cut who was originally trainee 141. The two girls would fight a lot to try to set a dominance, but Smack would win every time even though she was younger. For a long time Smack never had any friends, just enemies and trainers, but one day she was given a trainee to help with. Her name was Lily and she had the sweetest yet strongest spirit Smack had ever seen. It wasn't hard to train the girl, she was already so strong and knew how to hold her own so well, yet had the most lovely smile in the world. Smack couldn't understand how the girl she was training could ever kill anyone, "I don't kill with a gun," Lily would say, "instead I kill by making that person no longer exist." Lily had the ability of taking and giving memories away, she became the brain washer for the government, basically creating new people for them.

Over the course of six years she fell in love with Lily and found a passion for big brown eyes. Smack would always train with Lily and they'd always find a way to be together, finally one day they decided to secretly be a couple. Unfortunately the relationship didn't get to last long. Lily was given a mission to be a double agent; she had to join The Humanly. The two girls didn't want to be separated, but they kept their sadness quiet. During the next ten months Lily would keep Smack updated about how she was doing and the information she was getting, and how she could no longer do it. Lily had actually wanted to join The Humanly, she was beginning to see that they were the good side. Lily said her last goodbye to Smack before erasing her own memories and going into hiding from everyone. Smack secretly hoped that her love would come back, but quickly gave up hope that following year. She blames the government for her lose and has become less eager to their Super Solider. If anything she wants to join The Humanly, because that's what Lily wanted.

|{Family Tree}|

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Colby Fredrick Gatsby || 55
|| Father || Faceclaim: George Clooney
|| Alive
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Maria Lena Gatsby || 54
|| Mother || Faceclaim: Amal Clooney
|| Alive
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Mackenzie May Gatsby || 23
|| Sister || Faceclaim: Missy Peregrym
|| Alive





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{"We change people through conversation, not through censorship.”}
-JAY Z




The Judge
“Na na na na, oh oh
Na na na na, oh oh
Na na na na, oh oh

When the leader of the bad guys sang,
Something soft and soaked in pain,
I heard the echo from his secret hideaway,
He must've forgot to close his door,
As he cranked out those dismal chords,
And his four walls declared him insane.

I found my way,
Right time, wrong place,
As I pled my case.

You're the judge, oh no, set me free,
You're the judge, oh no, set me free,
I know my soul's freezing,
Hell's hot for good reason, so please, take me.

Na na na na, oh oh
Na na na na, oh oh
Na na na na, oh oh

Three lights are lit but the fourth one's out,
I can tell 'cause it's a bit darker than the last night's bout,
I forgot about the drought of lightbulbs in this house,
So I head out, down a route I think is heading south,

But I'm not good with directions and I hide behind my mouth,
I'm a pro at imperfections and I'm best friends with my doubt,
And now that my mind's out, and now I hear it clear and loud,
I'm thinking, "wow, I probably shoulda stayed inside my house."

I found my way,
Right time, wrong place,
As I pled my case.

You're the judge, oh no, set me free,
You're the judge, oh no, set me free,
I know my soul's freezing,
Hell's hot for good reason, so please,

I don't know if this song is a surrender or a revel,
I don't know if this one is about me or the devil.

I don't know if this song is a surrender or a revel,
I don't know if this one is about me or the devil.

You're the judge, oh no, set me free, oh no
You're the judge, oh no, set me free, oh no
I know my soul's freezing,
Hell's hot for good reason, so please,

Na na na na, oh oh
Na na na na, oh oh
Na na na na, oh oh”




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{"Stuff your brain with knowledge.”}
-KARL LAGERFELD




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Talks With A British Accent Because Lily Use To Love It When She Did It As A Joke
Smack's Right Eye Is Green And Her Left Eye Is Brown From Experimentation




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Character Thought || #800517

Character Dialogue || #05806D

Face Claim || Lyndsy Fonseca

So begins...

Smack's Story

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It wasn't odd for Smack to be making rounds around the training area of the facility, because it was basically the only thing she ever did. Whenever she trained it kept her busy, and being busy meant her mind was also busy, and when her mind was busy it meant she didn't have to think about how caged she felt.

Take in a deep breath she decided that she would get a few punches in at the punching bags while waiting for some trainee or two that might come to her for some assistants. At this point she was training ten to twenty trainees a day, at this point it was her daily routine and also her job given to her basically by the ring leaders of the Mutant Project. Of course when she trained other it was just making herself strong, which she enjoyed.

With a deep breath in her lungs she brought her left fist back then punched the bag at full force, then her right hand, left hand, and right again until it became a smooth pattern of rhythmic hits.

Lacey was not amused by her predicament. In fact, she was still infuriated, an entire week later, and she made damn sure that anyone who was near was aware of it. She would consistently slam the bottom of her foot against the steel door to her...room, knowing that the guards in the hall could hear. She would let out loud, exaggerated breaths. She would flip off the camera that seemed to always be watching her in the left corner of the steel colored room. And she damn sure would snap at whoever came in the room, even going so far as to try to run past the man and woman that brought her first meal for the day. It didn't work and left her with a still stinging cheek from the sharp backhand the guard served her, but she knew she was getting under somebody's skin. Even if it meant she wasn't getting out any time soon, she was doing something.

"I'm boooooored," she yelled through the open rectangular space that sat high upon the steel door. She didn't know whether to call the room she resided in a cell or an actual room, but at least she had a bed and not a cot. Lacey probably would have went off it was the latter. She knew one of the guards, Vincent, probably rolled his eyes at her exclamation and she trudged closer to the door, banging her fists against it in a lackluster fashion. "Come on, already! Let me out! Train me or something, or is your job really as boring as standing outside of a door because if that's the case then you're more pathetic than I - "

There was an sharp click to the lock and Lacey flinched at the sound, taking only a step back as it swung open to reveal the six-foot-three frame of the guard she spent her every waking second antagonizing, his dark gaze fixed on her face. She met his stare, unimpressed. A beat later, and the large gun he seemed to always carry flicked outward and Lacey stuck her hands out, grinding her teeth in irritation at the sound of metal clinking and the way the cold handcuffs seemed to be tighter around her tiny wrists. "Asshole," she muttered in discontent and he only shoved her forward. Soon, they were on the same journey they went on every day to the training facility.

Once a small part of Lacey's steam had left her (and it literally was only a day because there was only so much of a temper tantrum she could throw until there was no other way to destroy the practically bare prison she was given), two guards had snatched her up and thrown her into the training facility. Naturally, because Smack - and she was still trying to figure out how anyone would think to name another being that, of all things - could probably break her with a pinky and her eyes closed, Lacey returned to her cell extremely sore. However, she was entreated to return every day as a part of some "recruitment" as some of the others had said. It was stupid and if Lacey didn't already want to be stronger, she would have tried rebelling. But it was hard to rebel when even the geek who looked like a string of spaghetti could lift you like you were a grain of sand. So, she dealt with it and with Smack, who was scary as hell, yeah, but equally...interesting. And not entirely bad. At least, that's what Lacey liked to tell herself.

When she entered the room, Smack was already beating her soul into a poor, defenseless bag and Lacey tried not to grimace at, well, the sheer brutality of it. There was grace, yes, and something smooth, easy even about the way Smack moved. But she was deadly, that much Lacey was constantly reminded of. She didn't say anything at first, simply raising her wrists so that she could be released from her captivity. Vincent only glared once at her before heading for the door and Lacey made sure to flip him off. Finally, she turned her attention back to Smack, licked her lips dryly, and took a few more careful steps into the room. "So, is this gonna be the part where you have me flat on my back again or...?"

Aw, Lacey came a fake sympathetic sigh in Smack's mind. Lacey wasn't the strongest trainee under Smack's watch, but she certainly had potential and tried harder than most did. Normally the fiery fighter couldn't stand anyone she taught, mainly because they never actually tried, they more or less just threw a punch here and a kick there. On the other hand Lacey actually did attempt to fight Smack and for the most part surprisingly held her own... kind of. Smack couldn't contain her laugh at Lacey's remark.

"You're tougher than you think, one day you'll have me pinned to the floor... but today is probably not that day." Her chuckle grew in size as she let her hands fall to her sides. Walking over to the girl she gave a smile, which came off more sadistic than she meant to. "I have years of training unlike you, so of course I'm going to be a tad bit stronger." Smack brought her hand up and placed it on Lacey's shoulder in an attempt to be somewhat less menacing. "It's no secret you hate this place," scuffing she removed her hand from the girls shoulder and rolled her eyes playfully, "oh gosh all your loud groans and pestering kicking on your door. I hope you're aware that half the staff wants you dead and I'm the main reason they're keeping you alive."

Ending her last sentence she knew it was time to get to work, even though she wouldn't have minded talking a bit longer. Smack knew how important it was to train this girl well and that is what she planned on doing. "Instead of me beating your ass today how about we just work out? No point of fighting if you have no muscle to back it up." Smack walked over to the weights waiting for the other girl to follow.

As soon as Lacey heard Smack's laughter, she glowered at the taller female. Some of the other mutants thought the sound could be pretty menacing, especially when Smack gave them a smirk afterwards. It usually spelled trouble for one of them, particularly one of the hot shots who thought that today was the day they were going to actually land a blow on one of the Mutant Project's strongest weapons. They were always wrong and Smack had that same damn laugh. Luckily for Lacey, she didn't mind that sound too much. Cocky much, she thought grumpily when Smack confirmed her weakness. Not that Lacey needed to be reminded of that, she wanted to intone petulantly. She still had the healing bruises to prove it.

Still, Smack wasn't being as mean as her countenance had made her seem only a few moments prior and while the hand on her shoulder wasn't exactly comforting, it was enough to make Lacey only cast her a weary look instead of a biting remark. Luckily, Smack was moving away soon after, and so was her hand, and Lacey shifted on her feet uncomfortably. She could still feel the cool imprint of Smack's touch on her practically bare shoulder. However, she didn't have time to concern herself with body contact because another sound of amusement seemed to escape the "super soldier" as she reminded Lacey of how obvious her distaste of the facility was. It didn't make the hacker feel inclined to feel guilty for her actions. In fact, it made her smirk lightly but Smack's back was to her by that point. She was pissing everyone off. Good.

Once Smack started moving away, Lacey waited a minute before following, knowing there was no point in not going along with what Smack said to do. It was either that or being dragged back to the same four walls from before, and she definitely didn't want that. "Sure," she intoned wearily, eyeing the various equipment in the room idly. She offered the taller woman a forced cheery smile while inquiring sarcastically, "And what would you have me do first? Cough up a lung? Oooh, break my arms!?" Neither of those things sounded good in any way, but it definitely was how she felt every time she worked out with Smack and she didn't doubt that this session would leave her feeling the exact same way.

"If you don't stop whining I'll break your arms instead of the weights." Of course the intimidating brute wouldn't do such a thing without reason, and so far she didn't have one. "Working out is fun, exercising has the same chemical effects as sex." Her statement was more of a guess than a fact, but the sureness in her voice didn't let that have a chance to show.

Glancing over at Lacey, Smack quickly picked up a dumbbell and lightly threw it in her direction while making sure not to actually hit her with it. "Gosh, pick up your pace girl. With this lack of enthusiasm the directors will never let you live another week." Even though the statement was entirely true she made it sound almost as a joke, mainly because she wouldn't allow the girl to be killed. Smack didn't necessarily care an awfully big amount about the sack of potatoes she was basically trying to train, but she did care a lot about The Humanly. They may have been her enemy, though she had a deep regard for them because her old friend had.

"What I just threw at you is called a dumbbell, eh makes me kind of think of you, dumb and beautiful," after making the simple joke Smack grimaced at how horribly she had delivered it "ugh ignore what I just said. Anyways, that one ways twenty pounds. Get another one, that way you have one for both hands. Do five reps of fifty for both arms." As she spoke to Lacey, Smack picked up dumbbells for herself; both were fifty pounds and she began her own reps.

Lacey offered nothing more than a half-hearted glare in Smack's direction, but knew better than to not believe the threat. Smack hadn't done her any real harm since her capture, but that didn't mean she couldn't. She was just getting closer to the brunette when her comment on the similarity between sex and exercising, and Lacey almost guffawed, eyes near comically wide and mouth dropping open for a second because, wait - did Smack just try to make a joke? And two, she couldn't even find it in her to refute the statement because well, she had never had sex and exercise was a rare thing for a chick who spent the majority of her time in front of a computer. Still, Smack's confidence in her statement made Lacey more curious about the brunette than she actually wanted to be.

Smack still intrigued Lacey, despite the way her seeming coldness threw the hacker off initially. There was this ostensible dichotomy between the rumors surrounding Smack and her involvement with the Mutant Project, and how she acted when she was training Lacey. Was she intimidating? Of course, especially when she threw a dumbbell in Lacey's direction. And yes, of course Lacey knew what a dumb bell was. Not that dumb, she wanted to say, but it didn't come out. Was Smack also cold? Lacey didn't doubt it. Dangerous? Of course. But was she...evil? That much Lacey couldn't tell.

So caught up in her musings, Lacey was absolutely caught off guard by Smack's comment about the dumbbell...which also happened to be a compliment? Whether or not she chose for it to happen didn't matter for immediately after, Lacey's eyes widened even more and heat rushed to her cheeks, causing the diminutive brunette to tinker with the weight in her hands idly. Its slight heaviness and Smack's demand didn't make Lacey move immediately. It made her miss the outside world. The café she faithfully ordered a caramel mocha latte from every day because she would help the owner's daughter with homework. The skateboarders who decided to bounce off her van for the hell of it. Levi, Barbie, Enoch, Chelsea, Aslaugh - her freedom. She missed it all and it made her want to throw the stupid dumbbell to the ground. But Smack began her reps and Lacey sighed, walking over to get her second weight and beginning her reps as well. She had to play along with this for now. At least, until she found a way to get out.








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