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Nolan Jones

"A soldier? You got be kidding me right? I'm not a killer...."

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a character in “The Marigold Machine”, as played by MidnightRider343

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Nolan F. Jones



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Age: 12


Gender: Male


Appearance:

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Nolan is quite well off when it comes to physical attributes being a mostly athletic build with somewhat tan skin. He sports a somewhat angular face that usually has a smile pasted to his face. He has a sandy blonde hair coloration with short cut hair that is usually messy most of the time. His eyes are a a bluish coloration that are usually filled with a feeling of joy. His dress usually includes very straight laced shirt with a tie and blue jeans or long legged pants. He usually wears sneakers and can be seen most of the time wearing his aviators jacket. Since his journey to the military academy he has started wearing more militaristic clothing though still likes to keep his Aviator's Jacket on hand. He also is seen wearing a pair of glasses most of the time for eyesight issues.


Personality:

Nolan is a cheerful, energetic and somewhat conceited young man with a very outgoing disposition. He has a love for comic book hero's and junk food along with a few other things here and there to go along with his personality. Nolan has picked up a few bad habits along the way one of which being sticking his nose into everyone's business. He is however loyal and willing to tough out just about any problem or hardship and will hold the line when no one else will. He does however tend to rush into problems head on and try and take them on on his own without much thought, however this is not because he lacks the ability to assess things it is simply he chooses not to. He is quite an inpatient people and hates waiting on things for more than a few days and can usually be found grumbling over something or another if it does not pass by fast enough. Nolan however has quite weird eating habits even mentioning himself he can eat just about anything. Other than that he is quite talkative and holds himself as one of the best. Now deep down however Nolan tends to be paranoid and insecure, choosing to hide behind his outgoing nature to hide how really scared he is of what is going on. Even still though Nolan tries to do the right thing through all of this and was heavily surprised when he was chosen for a soldier, believe he is unable to kill. Nolan will also never change his face from his cheerful mood while he knows others are watching simply because "it lowers morale." He also has tended to show a stubborn if not conceited side of himself as of late.

Bio:

Nolan was born to a small family in the suburbs of New York just outside Manhattan. During his time with this family he was the middle brother out of three and learned what it was like both to be babied and stand up for someone else. As he grew up he showed signs of unnatural strength and was usually seen lugging around large items when he was small. He grew up in his close knit family as he worked his way through life. He wasn't the best out there, but he had the heart and as he grew older his athletic talents that would put him up for a shot a being a soldier started to show. As he grew older his father taught him the ways of the world even going as far as showing him how to play the guitar. His mothr was the one who showed him how to cook (Which he used sometimes just to keep himself feed). During his schooling years he proved to be a hard working person and was dedicated to going through school and wanted for the machine to give him a job as an archaeologist. However when they day came a man in a suit came to their house and took him away to the academy. He did not know what was going on other than the fact they where forcing him to fight to survive. He doesn't know what is happening, but something deep down tells him this all does not bode well for him.

So begins...

Nolan Jones's Story

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Under other circumstances, Rachel might've felt her face grown red with embarrassment as the boy touched her arm, but that was the last thing on her mind. She'd long since stopped worrying about trivial like things like that, unable to keep her mind off of the future. Even as he inspected the limb, she was only half-paying attention, her mind drifting elsewhere in the mean time. He regained her attention when he spoke again, making a jab at the arm's make. "The Zena what?" she murmured, blinking dazedly a few times. "I don't know. It's just a fake arm. I haven't had any problems with it." She listened for a little longer has he continued speaking, slightly nodding without putting much thought into it. "You talk like my mom," Rachel finally said. "I can't understand half the things she says."

She withdrew her arm. Her brows furrowed for a moment as though she were suddenly deep in thought about something. "Yeah. I mean, no. Maybe thinking out loud isn't that bad. I always used to have trouble thinking about what I want to say when I talked to people and then I just end up not saying anything." She paused, seemingly exhibiting the problem she'd explained just now. "I don't know. Is that normal?" Rachel looked at him with an expectant gaze, though those same eyes held a touch of sadness in them. Now she was starting to feel like she was talking too much - that in and of itself wasn't really an issue, but right now she was talking too much about practically nothing. "Never mind," she shook her head. "I'm asking dumb questions, pretend I never said anything."

Why did she always have to try and end off conversations in such an awkward manner? The bus stopped before she could give it any more thought.

"Everyone off," the driver said, turning back to face the children as he tapped against the side of his seat for emphasis. The doors slid open, giving a direct view of the academy's front. "Watch your step," he added, watching as they disembarked one by one. Rachel momentarily hesitated before rising out of her own seat, quickly heading toward the front of the bus to get off. She wasn't in the mood for talking anymore, at least not at right now. It was moments like those that reminded her why she seemed to have so much trouble gaining friends. Leave a bad impression by making yourself look like an idiot and then walk away, ignoring everybody else. Why did everything have to be so difficult?

There were already a group of men waiting for them right outside. They certainly looked like they knew what they were doing, though it didn't seem like they adhered to any sort of dress code. One of the more sharply dressed women of the group approached the crowd of assembled children.

"If you couldn't already tell," the woman said, gesturing toward the pin on her shirt, "my name is Marie. If you could all follow me through the main office..." She pointed toward the roofed extension outside of the gates, which was presumably where the actual entrance was. The gates were probably there for vehicles to pass through. "...we'll get you all checked in. I'll take you around and show you the place to the best of my ability and at the end, I'll show you to your quarters where you'll be living from now on. We won't actually get things started until tomorrow morning so feel free to make yourself comfortable for the time being, maybe get to know each other and make friends before the big day."

In the corner of her eye, Rachel spotted a group of people behind the gates on what she assumed to be their morning run, making laps across campus. For a military academy, it didn't look as gritty as she'd been expecting, but that was for the better. Atmosphere helped, if only for a little while.

Rachel and the other children followed Marie.

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Character Portrait: Xaviar Phelan Character Portrait: Haizea Bolthausen Character Portrait: Gaia Philomel Character Portrait: Nathan Devy Character Portrait: Harvey Silverson Character Portrait: Nolan Jones Character Portrait: Rachel Winters
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Things change, your life changes. Nolan however wasn't ready for his life to change like it had. He was taken from home, whisked away to some academy to who knows where. He pushed himself against the empty seat in the back of the bus. Why was this happening? Where were they going? All questions would soon be answered... or at least that's bus driver said. The man at the wheel was nice enough to talk to the sacred out of his wits twelve year old before he enter the metal giant that was going to be his transport.

The slow lurching of the bus made him feel sick as it rolled on in it's never changing path. He pulled the bomber jacket he was wearing over his shoulders a bit more before hunching down in the seat. All these people around him and he didn't know a single one. Not one of them seemed to be spreading out either all packed into the front of the bus like this was some field trip. Nolan was smart enough to know it wasn't going to be another field trip.

He knew what a soldier was and what they did. He had seen those old documentaries about what they had to do as well and it made him sick to his stomach to even think about something like that. He knew one day he would have to be behind that gun...and pull the trigger. He shuttered as he looked around the bus as if looking for a spot to insert himself. It would be trouble if he plopped himself down with the wrong group. Nolan finally scooted his way into group of kids who looked friendly enough as he sat there in silence. It was a strange trip already, but he had to put a smile on his face or that was what his father would say.

He let his shoulders hang naturally as he leaned on the side of the seat. Fake it till you make it right? He looked at the other children listening quietly to what they where talking about. They seemed to relaxed and calm at the moment, but he could guess that every single one of them was scared.

Still it was still good to know he wasn't going through this alone. He shoved his hands into his jacket before leaning back against the seat once again looking at the ceiling of the bus. How did this all come to pass? It had only been a day ago since he had been notified of the machines choice for him. The boy let out a deep breath, home was long gone. His mother, father and two brothers where long gone and all that was left was the road ahead of him. He looked around him at the other children again before overhearing talking behind him about the academy. It seemed two girls where sharing gossip about the place and all the did was unnerve him to be honest. He waited for a moment before the bus stop and the children where getting up and getting off the bus before he talked just to shoot the breeze "Fun road trip huh?"

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Character Portrait: Xaviar Phelan Character Portrait: Haizea Bolthausen Character Portrait: Gaia Philomel Character Portrait: Harvey Silverson Character Portrait: Nolan Jones Character Portrait: Rachel Winters Character Portrait: Elaine Rowen Estin
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While he was trying his damnedest not to pay any heed to the conversation that was going on not but a few seats away from his own, Harvey ultimately couldn't help but overhear the mystery girl's exchange with the white-haired boy. Another annoyance he found in that he just couldn't ignore this girl for the simplest of reasons; this one being to read a book titled The Mighty One, which entailed a story about a young man being thrust into the world of adults by his world boxing fanatic of a father. Not ready for such a life, the boy strove to accomplish something worthy enough to impress the man who had set him on this quest. And so, believing the only logical way to do such a thing would be to learn from the greats of modern-aged boxing, he sought out to become the mightiest of them all... And that was as far as Harvey had gotten, unfortunately. His attention was far too absorbed by the chestnut-haired girl and hear conversation regarding her...prosthetic limb?

This made Harvey actually look up from his book, as if to confirm this revelation with his own eyes as the girl agreed to let him look over her arm. 'Hm, so that's what her voice sounds like...' thought Harvey, now thinking how strange it was to hear such a thought suddenly pop up inside his head. The white-haired boy, with a seemingly professional touch, checked out her cybernetic arm as if to make sure it was in working order. Sure enough, after carefully looking at the arm in question with more focus, Harvey too, was able to tell the difference in detail from that of an arm made of flesh and blood. This truly surprised him, although he didn't know why. Many people, young or old, had prosthetic limbs these days, so why was he so intrigued with this girl's in particular? His eyes locked back onto the girl's face again for a moment before jumping back down to the pages of his book. He had seen highly realistic models like that in his parents' workshop, now that he thought about it. However, he never payed much attention to stuff like that growing up, as he found it uninteresting for the most part. It made sense that he wouldn't have noticed right away from merely seeing her just once on a train, and then again for a second time today, so he wasn't too beat up over it. But the boy talking with her; he was able to make out that it was a prosthetic immediately after he laid eyes on the girl. Either his perception was even stronger than that of Harvey's, or this kid had one hell of a future as a technician. Judging from how he just figured out the exact model from its name down to its reliability, Harvey was sure it was likely to be the latter.

Harvey heard the pause in their conversation, which made him look up once again, noticing that they were holding hands, in a manner of speaking. This made him raise an eyebrow at the sudden change in pace between the two of them. He told himself that he didn't care about the exchange itself, but was still annoyed with how much he was paying attention to the whole thing in general. It had nothing to do with him. Going back to his book, he continued to simultaneously, albeit unwillingly, listen in on their conversation whilst reading the next page of The Mighty One. And that was when something unbelievably unprecedented occurred to Harvey's appearance. The mystery girl then said the words: "You talk like my mom. I can't understand half the things she says." This made Harvey's lips curve up into what strangely resembled that of a smile. However, it didn't last very long after he immediately felt the change in his mouth's position, quickly letting it drop back into its usual, straight line. Raising his head up straight, he then turned it towards her in full this time, as if to get another look at the bizarre creature that was somehow capable of making him smile so easily, when she wasn't even speaking to him in the first place. His eyes fell on her just in time for his mind to form a single thought as he witnessed the look in her eyes as she asked the other boy a question... 'Heh... Cute expression.'

That did it. He wouldn't have any more unnecessary thoughts enter his mind so early in the game like this. And with that, he turned his head straight, looking at nothing in particular, closed The Mighty One with a small thud, stood up almost mechanically, grabbed his bag and turned his back to the two beside him; finally walking off towards the front of the bus, which, came to a sudden stop, resulting in Harvey's momentum sending him forward a lot faster than he originally planned. Quickly grabbing the metal pole to the right for support, his body swung around it, along with his bag that was still strapped around his shoulder. By the time everything finally stopped moving, Harvey's position was rather comically displayed with him leaning back slightly, both hands tightly gripping the pole in front of him; his legs planted behind it, showing the spot where he nearly lost his footing, his image akin to the arch of a bow. This made most of the children on the bus giggle and laugh at his display of clumsiness. Funnily enough, his expression was still rather blank, save for slight widening of the eyes. Either way, he was off to a great start already...

The bus driver gave the boy a curious scowl before shaking his head and demanding that everyone get off the bus. Straightening up again, Harvey made sure to be the first out the door, not wanting to stay any longer than he had to. What greeted him as he stepped off the bus was a magnificently sized building; the academy. This is where he, and everyone else on the bus behind him, would be training over the next few years... Harvey nodded slightly, stepping forward a bit to meet the woman approaching them all halfway. Immediately after he took note of the pin on her chest, which neatly spelled "Marie", the woman in question greeted the small group with that very name, albeit in a rather annoyed tone. She explained to them all what the rest of their day would consist of, and asked them all to follow her into the building. Not wanting to wait, Harvey walked on after her with most of the others following in behind him. He was seriously hoping that he'd return to normal sooner rather than later. He was afraid that if this kept up, he wouldn't be able to keep the promise he made to his sister after all...

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Character Portrait: Xaviar Phelan Character Portrait: Haizea Bolthausen Character Portrait: Gaia Philomel Character Portrait: Harvey Silverson Character Portrait: Nolan Jones Character Portrait: Rachel Winters Character Portrait: Elaine Rowen Estin
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As the bus eased to a stop Haizea dropped her arms to her side and ran to the window. She looked outside for a bit and then turned to Philo, a smile on her face.

“We’re here!” She said, a tinge of excitement in her voice. She wasn’t exactly excited to be a soldier but just being in a new place with new people made her happy.

She ran for the bus doors and began heading down the stairs, slipping on the last step but catching herself at the last moment. She continued to walk as graceful as she could for the rest of the way, stopping along with the other children. Her gaze darted around the group of people she was with, examining even the smallest detail of a person.

"Ah! My bag...." Haizea said, her eyes wide. She took a few steps backwards, bumping into a few people along the way. "Sorry, sorry.." She whispered as she turned and ran back to the bus.

"Here it is!!" Haizea said, spotting her bright yellow suitcase. She ran over and grabbed it by the handle and began heading to the front of the bus, rambling apologies to the annoyed bus driver. She placed her suit case in front of her and began pushing it down the stairs. This proved a bit harder than it was for her to get it on the bus since one of the wheels seemed to be stuck. Haizea pressed her lips into a thin line and looked down at the suitcase, concentrating, when suddenly her eyes lit up with a great idea. She put both of her hands on the back of the suitcase, took a deep breath, and gave one hard push. The suitcase loosened and fell to the ground right outside of the bus but consequently so did Haizea, landing right on top of the suitcase. She blinked, registering the fall and then quickly got up and glanced around to see if anyone saw her. She dusted off the back of her dress and grabbed her suitcase, walking up to the group of kids.

Haizea smiled to herself triumphantly, as she felt she had made it just in time. Her mind wandered off as she stood there, her attention being focused solely on the sky above her.

"Fun road trip huh?" Haizea heard someone say.

She turned her head towards the boy who had just spoken and smiled, "Yeah! I'd never been on a bus before this!" She quickly quieted down when she heard the woman named Marie talk. She tried her best to focus on the words coming out of the woman's mouth but once again Haizea found her eyes tracing back up to the sky. She couldn't help it- it was a habit of hers.

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Find a group and stay with that group, you'll survive a lot longer then. That was the best advice anyone he knew could give him as he stepped off the bus. He looked up at the lady who was supposedly going to be their tour guide for the moment. He shifted slightly until he watched a girl fall out of the bus with a large suitcase. He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose before moving over quite stiffly because his jacket to see if she was all right. He watched her then pop back up to a standing position before speaking a little bit about his comment.

She had never been on a bus before? He tilted his head a bit in confusion before looking at her bag and comparing to his. It was a big suitcase and it looked downright expensive. He looked down at his small duffle bag and it's battered appearance. He had brought only the bare minimum one could bring, and most of the weight in the duffle bag was from the horde of packaged food inside. Well at least if rations got bad he'd have something to eat he thought to himself before smiling a bit at the girl and answering back. "Yeah bus rides are always fun, I used to take the bus here and there for a while to get to school." He pulled his jacket up a bit while still trying to keep a friendly look on his face. Maybe a friend in this place. He was about to attempt further conversation before someone moved out of the bus grabbing the girl by the hand and moving through the crowd with her. Nolan stood there silent for a moment looking around him. He was once again adrift in a sea of people he had no clue who they were.

He looked at the lady as she talked about what they were going to do on the tour. This academy seemed nice enough from the outside, it's clean neat appearance did offer many things to write home about. He watched a couple of what looked to be sixteen year olds jogging before his curiosity of where those two people went go the better of him. He moved slowly through the crowd of children his height over most of the others giving him an advantage in find the two out of the sea of heads.

He watched one of them, seemingly a boy talking to another boy while the girl he had met was standing off to the side. He shoved a hands in his pocket before straightening the small tie on his shirt with the other before moving towards the group. He moved in near the group listening in to the one boy introduce himself to the other. He looked at the boy as he fumbled with a few words in his speech. He seemed nervous about something that he had said and was going over his words again before finally just cutting the sentence short. Nolan moved a bit closer trying to blend in with the crowds as his curiosity was getting the better of him in the longer run.

It was hard to tell how these people would react if he just marched over and introduced himself just like that so he hung back and let the conversation play out for a bit. He could feel his mind wandering to other things as he looked towards the large building thinking about what was exactly behind the walls of it's tall infrastructure. He looked around before opening his dufflebag and started to rummage through it. He had a toothbrush, toothpaste, a change of clothes and other small items. He grabbed a small item from his bag that was a small piece of candy before starting to unwrap it. He looked around his mind continuing to wander. He couldn't help thinking about what was going on back home. How was his family doing at the moment? Where they getting ready for lunch about now?

He could feel his stomach growling bringing him back to earth as he put the candy in his mouth. It had a sweet taste to it as he moved a bit closer to the center of the crowd. He could feel himself growing impatant as he continued to move through the crowd looking over at the group of kids he was going towards might as well drop in and introduce himself. He paused for a moment before looking over at two other children he had seen on the bus. They seemed to be close as they walked side by side before moving into the building. Nolan was silent before moving even farther into the building before sliding into a group of kids who were talking and joining the conversation a bit as he moved on. After that he left the group before moving along on his own. He looked around him before slouching down a bit a moving along with the sea of kids through the building.

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Character Portrait: Xaviar Phelan Character Portrait: Haizea Bolthausen Character Portrait: Gaia Philomel Character Portrait: Harvey Silverson Character Portrait: Nolan Jones Character Portrait: Rachel Winters Character Portrait: Elaine Rowen Estin
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Walking with his hands in his pockets, Harvey appeared rather relaxed as he walked along with the other would-be soldiers. The woman known as Marie was showing them around, stopping here and there to give everyone a quick explanation regarding what something was, how it worked and what it was for. It wasn't very long into the tour when Harvey was approached from the side and greeted by a shorter boy. It was the one whose gender he was unsure of back on the bus. And now, looking more closely, he was once again unsure. Barely turning his head in the boy's direction as they walked, he listened to him politely.

"Glad you didn't fall." he began, seeming a bit apprehensive with his initial topic, although that didn't last long. "Sure a clumsy person's supposed to b- oh, nevermind. Name's Philo." Cutting himself off, he gave out his name before moving on to introduce the girl next to him; the bubbly one. "Cutie here's Haizea. Let's treat each other well for the next few years. I guess." Harvey took note of the girl a second time as he figured on this Philo being more clumsy than he, based on that introduction. Giving the girl known as Haizea a small nod in acknowledgement, he looked ahead once more.

"Harvey," he said, giving them a curt, emotionless response. "And yes, I'd like that. Nice meeting the two of you." Both of their names were somewhat new to Harvey, never having met someone with either. Of course, this didn't bother him in the slightest. They were just names; titles serving no other purpose than to be used as a means of identifying a specific person. As he thought this, he began wondering what the mystery girl's name was, and reflexively turned his head toward the crowd behind him in search of her. It wasn't until he realized just what it was that he was doing that he snapped his head back to its original position. This wasn't like him. He was sure he needed to figure out what it was about this girl that had him so distracted, but that would have to wait until later. For now, there were more pressing matters at hand.

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“Harvey.” Haizea repeated to herself with a quick nod of her head, taking a mental note of his name. “It’s nice to meet you too!!” She said, a smile never leaving her face. “I’m Haizea!” She paused for a moment, staring off into space, “Philo already said that.” She laughed to herself and lightly placed the palm of her hand against her forehead, “Oops…”

Haizea let her hand fall back to her side and her hand on the suitcase tightened slightly. The world seemed a lot bigger than she had ever remembered. So many different people with different faces. She was used to seeing the same people and the same faces back at the mansion and she was never really allowed out of the mansion so this was really different for her. But she wasn’t scared- no she refused to be scared. And even if she was scared she would probably keep it to herself for the time being.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a split second, a smile on her face. After she opened her eyes she gently tugged the bottom of the sleeve of Philo’s shirt, leaning towards him slightly.

“Hey, Philo…” She said, her voice somewhat calm, but still carrying a slight excitement in it. “Did you know if you close your eyes and imagine the sky…. All your sadness will fly away!” This was something she truly believed. Maybe that’s why she spent all of her time looking up at the sky or imagining her own type of sky.

She leaned back, thinking about what she just said. Her cheeks tinted a light pink for a moment, "Ah, sorry... that must sound weird to you!" She said, a small giggle escaping her slightly parted lips.

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Don't get attached to anyone, she reminded herself, it'll make it harder to walk away when it's over. That's all she could think about, walking away. She felt dizzy, everything sounded muffled. She silently cursed motion sickness and prayed to an unknown god as she felt the bus ease to a stop. She released a breath of air she'd not known she had been holding as her feet touched the ground. Rowe kept her head down low, following the sound of voices chirping like birds around her towards. She'd been so focused on her grey running shoes that she bumped into someone, a boy with messy blonde hair and glasses.

"Oops," she mumbled, "Sorry." Her blue eyes glanced up, sizing up the boy in case of a fight. Rowe chucked to herself; she'd be spending who knew how long with this boy and she was already figuring if she could win in a fight against him. A smile broke out across her face and she ran a hand through her short hair, pulling out the clips and letting her bangs fall into her eyes before securing them away from her face. Her smile faded at the thought of how long her hair had grown within the weeks leading up to her departure. It nearly touched her shoulders. She made a mental note to cut it.

Was this the part where she and this boy had some interesting conversation about their families and all that they were leaving behind? Rowe didn't know. She could count the amount of times she'd had a conversation with a stranger on one hand, couldn't count the times she'd started a conversation after bumping into someone though. Rowe smiled again at this thought before holding out her hand. "I'm Elaine, but seeing as we're in an extremely informal situation, you may also call me Rowe," she looked back up at the boy with the messy blonde hair and glasses and added as politely as she could muster, "if you'd like."

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Xaviar would have answered the girl's question, had she not finished with her own thought. Her hazel eyes, which he unintentionally peered into, held a look that expected him to answer, but held something else deeper within. He could not tell what exactly it was; but it must have been the cause for her quick interruption to end the conversation, as little as it had been. He did not agree with her ideal, but his only was response a slight shake of his head and a murmured “There is no such thing as a dumb question.” It was obvious that this conversation was closed, and would remain that way for the time being.

He most likely would have not been heard, for, in collaboration with his quiet demeanor, the bus came to a stop as the driver gruffly stated for the children to vacate the vehicle. He gave a slight smile as the Black-haired Boy recovered from the momentum of the sudden stop, he standing up somewhere along the ride to move seats. He also seemed quick to vacate, though his reason why was not picked up by Xaviar. Ah, well. Not that the boy concerned him much, anywho.

He gathered his own things, and waited for the rest of the children to get off the bus, he being the last one off. As he passed the bus driver, he gave a nod and a thank you, which was met with an gruff sound that Xaviar assumed was the closest the man would say 'you're welcome'. As he headed towards the group, it became obvious as to each person's past economic status and current frame of mind. There were a few people, like the Bubbly Girl who went back to get her suitcase, who seemed to be packing a house and a half. There were those, like himself, who carried less, though what they carried was of good quality and of relative price. And there were another select few who seemed that what they carried with them was all they had ever had in life. Such a motley crew, when they were collaborated together. Xaviar wondered how they would meld together as the soldiers they were supposed to become—how their lives, views, beliefs would change for their lives.

Looking around, Xaviar had to admit that he was a bit shocked. It seemed that this place was a little bit more lax than he had anticipated; their collector, 'Marie', while professionally dressed, wore nothing resembling a uniform. In fact, many of the people he saw did not wear their uniforms, and rather wore seemingly whatever they wanted. Xaviar's shock turned to a frustrated confusion; had the United Government of the Americas resorted to collaborating a rag-tag group of guerrilla soldiers? Wasn't the uniform the symbol of unity of the military as a single organism? Looking closer, however, Xaviar noticed something: in the distance, past a fenced gate, he saw as trainees unloaded a bus, tired and dirty, seemingly ready to collapse. He was unsure as to how long they had been gone, or where they had gone, but he assumed that they had just returned from a mock battle of sorts. He gave a small nod of understanding to himself; the reason they were lax here was because their training was not. He understood.

Clearing one thought from his mind, he saw as another worry of his began to dissipate a little more. The Bubbly Girl, Unisex One, and the Black-haired Boy began in conversation, and the girl and unsurely-placed-sex person seemed to be in good company with each other already. He quite accidentally overheard their names as he followed them as part of the group, trailing in the back. It was good to have names, at least. Haizea; Philo; Harvey. Hell, even the Confident Girl began to talk with a Blonde-Haired Boy; they, however, were too far up for him to hear. Not that he was straining to do so; it was just simple fact. He felt a bit envious, wishing he held the same social skill or charm to attract people and make friends. But it was a passing feeling; he soon forgot his envy and accepted his place in the back for now, instead making it his focus to memorize every part of this Academy that he was shown. As he made his mental map, he gave a small mutter to himself.

“Welcome home, I suppose.”

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The academy's layout proved to be simple and logical, not much to comment about on that particular aspect. As for the barracks, the west end housed the girls while the boys would reside on the east side. According to Marie, they were to wake up at six o' clock the next morning for a brief orientation in classroom 11B of the learning center where they will officially begin their days at the military school. Until then, they were free to explore the campus and get to know each other, including the students who were already attending.

"And there you have it," Marie said, gesturing toward the end of both the left and right halls. "You are now welcome to head into your rooms. You can find your uniforms prepared in your closets; don't worry about the size, they've been tailored for you beforehand. If you have any questions or troubles, feel free to give the admissions office a call or ask one of the senior students if you happen to find them hanging around. Have a good day."

With that, she left them to their own devices. There were plenty of hours left on the clock, but Rachel didn't see any meaning in putting those hours into anything other than trying to make sense of everything that's happened until now. She was handed an electronic key to her room, the room's number clearly printed on its glossy surface. She briefly wondered what kind of people she would be sharing the room with before going ahead and opening the door. She noticed a small bar under the number plate. It was divided into four sections with three gray and one green.

As she had her key scanned, she noticed that a second one lit up. She accurately assumed that this meant each room is accommodated four people, with hers already being in use by one other person. Peering inside, it seemed that one other person wasn't here yet. Initially, her impression was that the barracks would be cramped with each room holding several people at a time, but she supposed this made more sense considering the fact that not many people were selected to become soldiers in the first place.

The covers on one of the beds was sloppily hanging over the edge. It appeared that whoever was using this room had taken full liberty of the fact that she didn't have to share it with anybody else, resulting in a bit of a messy living environment. She did a little bit of cleaning up and opened the closet, revealing four separate sections. Two, of course, were empty. She didn't need the digital nameplates to tell which uniforms belonged to her, noticing that there seemed to be different outfits for the different seasons. Each uniform was patterned in urban gray camouflage, as to be expected.

There was a bathroom in the back, but not much else could be seen of immediate facilities. As for personal touches, the other girl who should be living here had unceremoniously dumped a load of her belongings in various places, including a personal stereo system that she'd nearly tripped over, a wall mirror rested by one of the windows, and a handgun complete with strewn ammunition sitting on her roommate's messy bed. Rachel unpacked her belongings and took a seat in her own bed, hands folded between her thighs and a blank look at her eyes. No matter how she looked at it, she didn't feel like she was ever going to get used to this. Motivation had deserted her and a sudden apathy had taken its place. She didn't want to move. She didn't want to accept this fate.

But there was nothing she could do.

Rachel laid her head down in bed and tried to fall asleep with no luck. This really wasn't working out, in more ways than one. Suddenly frustrated, she sat up and retrieved her guitar before plopping down on the bed. If she was going to pass the time, she might as well do it with something she actually had passion for. The familiar feel of the strings felt pleasant against her fingers. She hadn't had to worry as much about chafing her fingers with her mechanical arm, but she still missed the way it felt in her left hand. As she began playing, she closed her eyes and began humming quietly along to the tune. She'd played every now and again in rehab, but only just enough so that she didn't become rusty. Still, it was better than nothing. Letting out a small sigh, her fingers continued strumming. At this point, anything was better than thinking about the future.

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Nolan followed the handler known simply as "Marie" through the building in silence. The was an uneasy calm in the place, like that of a morgue. He shivered quietly before continuing behind the woman as she walked along. She started into the speech on how things would work around the academy while there where there. Nolan's head darted around to some of the other children in his field of vision. There was the black hair boy and the blonde haired girl he had meet on leaving the bus with her unisex friend. He turned to see the girl with the prosthetic limb followed by the white haired boy from the bus along with another blonde haired girl who stumbled out of the bus. They all looked out of place here, and yet he knew one day they'd acutaly be fighting together.

He looked around looking almost jittery as he waited for the woman to finish the tour of the building. She said something about the boys being housed on the east side of the building while the girls would be on the west side, with classes being towards the middle of the building. Each class would start at six o'clock sharp, and considering this was a military academy he had best not sleep in.

He looked around making small with a few children before he felt that ominous feeling of something coming up behind him. He turned slowly as the other children started to scatter as something collided head on with him at quite a good pace. Nolan felt his feet starting to lose traction on the floor as he felt the brief impact. With that he went "sky up" so to speak as he landed heavily on his back wincing a bit as he made contact with the floor. Nolan's head seemed to be spinning as he lay there on the hard floor before finally deciding to pull himself up to a sitting position.

In front of him was the girl he had saw come out of the bus dizzly. He reached around to his side where his glasses feel before picking them up and shoving them back on his face his blue eyes studying the person in front of him. He could feel an air of confidence around her as she seemed to be sizing him up. He brought a small smirk to his face as she smiled at him before dusting himself off as you would see a rodeo rider dust himself off after he had fallen from the saddle. He looked at the girl as she stood up before running a hand through her hair knocking the hairpins out into her hand.

The girl continued to smile at him as they stood there her blonde hair falling into her eyes as Nolan looked around for the group. They were long gone by now and they had left them standing in an empty hallway. He looked back at the girl who seemed to be almost collecting herself before giving a smile as she offered her hand introducing herself before shaking her hand. "Hello Rowe, I'm Nolan." He said with a smile keeping the energy he had rolling with him. He looked around the room trying to remember exactly where he was supposed to go after the conversation and honestly didn't know were he was. Nolan looked back at the girl straightening the glasses on his face into a better position before staying silent waiting for her response of sorts. He wouldn't be finding the group anytime soon so he might as well get settled and enjoy the conversation ahead of him.

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"You play often?"

Rachel lifted her head up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, though her fingers continued to pick on the strings. An older girl walked through the doorway and shut the door behind her, letting her ponytail loose. A wave of pearlescent black hair dropped just above her waistline; the ends were frayed and strands were jutting out either from negligence or simply a hard day at work. A pair of emerald green eyes looked down at her. She looked to be around twenty years old, maybe a little older, but her face gave way to a much more mature expression that suggested that she's wiser than her years, perhaps as a result of taking on such a career.

After all, if she was twenty, she must have spent at least eight years here and a number like that - to spend in a place like this - was almost unfathomable to her. But here was living proof, right at her doorstep, looking calm and at ease like it was nobody's business. The girl had a hefty looking bag slung over her shoulder that she promptly packed into a locker by her own bed. Judging by the remaining nameplate other than her own, her name should be Paige Mayfield.

Rachel stopped playing the guitar and paused a moment, nearly having forgotten the question amidst her thoughts. The impact of the strings felt fuzzy on her fingertips as she thought up a quick response.

"N-Not really," Rachel said quietly. "I don't get a lot of chances to play, but I play when I can."

"Oh," the older girl said, clearly not interested in furthering the discussion. "It's not a lot, but whatever I've got's yours. I'm gonna go hit the showers." She stepped into the bathroom without another word, the sound of a water spray starting up audible from behind the closed door. Puzzled, Rachel put the guitar down and decided to lay down in her bed instead. Aren't roommates usually supposed to introduce each other? She supposed they'd already figured out each other's names by looking at the nameplates but that was no reason not to formally greet each other for the first time, especially since they'd be sharing a room for who knows how long. She closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep, knowing she'd need every bit of energy when she wakes up the next morning.

Only, sleep didn't come so easily. She must've dozed off for a little while, but a sound awoke her. Rachel struggled to get her eyes open and she looked over to see Paige sitting on her bed, her head down and her mouth curved into a tight frown. Her arms were rested on her knees and her breathing was erratic. She was...crying? The girl said something inaudible under her breath and wiped away tears with one hand. She wanted to ask what was wrong, but she decided that it might be an insensitive time to do so and held her tongue instead, watching in silence. There was haziness in her eyes since she'd just woken up for a nap, but she noticed something in the girl's hand that she didn't recognize earlier. It took a few moments for her dazed mind to register what it was as Paige brought it up to her chin with steady hands.

A sudden burst of panic guided Rachel out of her bed and straight into Paige, tackling her with all of her weight. There was no resistance as the girl was laid flat on her back, her head turned away and the pistol still loosely gripped in her hand. The sound of their breaths filled the room and, despite the situation, there was no tension or awkwardness between them. Rachel gingerly took the gun from her hand and moved it away, pulling Paige back up so that she sat up straight on the bed. Their eyes briefly met but the older girl only moved her head away again, uneasy.

"Sorry," Paige said quietly, taking Rachel's hand off of hers. "That was insensitive of me. I should have done it in the bathroom where you couldn't see." She reached for the gun again, but her hand was quickly stopped and pinned to the mattress. She didn't fight back at all, her tall, imposing figure somehow entirely devoid of strength.

"Don't," Rachel said at length. "Please. It's not just about you. If it's...if it's really this bad, I might start having the same thoughts."

"Then you better get it over with quickly," she answered emptily, still avoiding eye contact. "Never mind."

"What happened?"

"I..." The older girl bit her lip, a tenseness in her muscles as she trailed off. "I made a mistake." She sighed and gestured for her to give her some space. Rachel obliged and inched away some. "This room was a full house a week ago," Paige said softly. "It was...it was me, Leah, Aura, and Jasmin. We've shared this room for eleven years. At least, if you count out Jasmin. She dropped in seven years ago, replacing Marianne. Poor girl fell down the stairs and broke her neck." She laughed a small, dry laugh. "Can you believe that? Y-You'd think she'd have died in service or something of the like, but..."

Paige shook her head. "Anyway, a week ago, it was a...we took part in a sting operation. At first, everything was going well, they took the bait, we have our backs covered, and then..." She sighed again and pressed her palm against her forehead. "And then I fucked up. They figured us out and opened fire. Aura died on the spot from a head wound. Jasmin was run over by one of the dealer's cars and Leah, she..." Her eyes grew wet and her voice began choking as she spoke, chest heaving as she recalled the painful memories. "She died in the hospital today. There were others there, too. N-Not a lot of us made it out and they...they were all so young...We got involved in something we shouldn't have. It didn't matter if it wasn't my fault. I was there and I ran away and I'll never forgive myself for that."

"Don't you have any parents?" Rachel finally said. "What'll happen to them?"

"Y-Yeah," she muttered, though her tone suggested that she was either lying or that she didn't care anymore at this point. "Yeah, that was...stupid of me. I shouldn't upset my folks like that. You're right." Paige lifted her head up and tried her hardest to form a smile, extending a hand. "I haven't really introduced myself yet. I'm Paige." She took the older girl's hand and nodded, giving it a gentle shake.

"Rachel."

"I hope we get along," she said, still holding that pained smile.

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Footsteps echoed throughout the somewhat quiet hall as Jason Tetrick lugged his suitcase, roller bag, and backpack around. His short black hair bobbed slightly with his movements, black eyes scanned right and left, taking in as much as they could. Unlike most of the new recruits who went straight to their rooms, Jason had decided to explore the grounds first, his curiosity leading him every step of the way. As he wandered from hallway to hallway, and room to room, his thoughts were more focused on his whole experience so far.

Like many children, he was surprised about his Marigold Machine results. His dreams of becoming a surgeon was dashed, and his parents had a hard time letting him go. He knew that the Marigold Machine was always right, 100% accuracy, so fighting it was pointless. He instead focused his efforts to become a medic instead, due to his knowledge of human biology. This way, he believed that his skills could still be used. He was nervous at the bus stop and the ride here, but he noticed plenty of interesting people.

The rich and charismatic looking blond girl with her... guardian? Best friend? Boyfriend? It seemed that someone that protective over someone else would be close in some way, but Jason couldn't tell. What did he know? He couldn't even tell if it was actually a boy or not from his position on the back of the bus. He also remembered the white haired boy and how he was examining a brunette's arm. He noted that she had a cybernetic limb, and the white haired one may have had some adjustments himself, but he wasn't sure if it was cybernetic, or genetics. As someone who studied human biology since he was young, he could tell cybernetic limbs apart from normal limbs, but Jason felt kind of weird when it came to the subject. He believed cybernetics and other adjustments really weren't necessary, that the human body is capable of repairing itself unless the limb is blown clean off. It was a mean to replace, not fix. Was the white haired boy interested in becoming a medic too, or just interested in cybernetics? He would be sure to ask him if he bumped into him again.

Jason pulled himself out of his thoughts when his feet brought him to the infirmary. He took a mental note on where to find this place; he knew he would be interested in exploring it more later. A bit of anxiety built in the pit of his stomach thinking about how bad an infirmary could look when its filled with injured people. It reminded him of when his father had brought him to the hospital to show him where he worked when he was younger, then injured civilians started flooding in from a subway bombing. It wasn't a very pretty sight, and his father told him to wait in his office as he tended to the patients. The sounds of groans and screams of pain throughout the building raked on his ears until he started to cry, and a nurse had to comfort him.

The boy shook it from his thoughts. That was the past, he needed to focus on now and the future. He was going to be a medic, and a damn good one. Speaking of the now, Jason felt it was time to stop exploring and get to his room so he could stop dragging his stuff around with him. He reached into his pocket to retrieve his room card and remind himself where he needed to go.

A small noise of confusion escaped his lips as he checked all his pockets and didn't find it. He quickly put down all his bags and opened them, hoping that he absentmindedly put it in one of his bags when he received it.

"Come on... where are you?" He whispered to himself as he rummaged through his belongings. He couldn't have lost it. It had to be here somewhere. After three more minutes of searching, he ran his hands through his hair with frustration and fear, his eyes widening at the results of his search. He had lost his room key, and he didn't even know what room he was assigned to.

Fuck.

He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

"Okay, just relax Jason. Just... backtrack and see if you dropped it along the way." He thought. He spun around to begin, when he realized he had idly walked around with no direction while he was exploring.

Fuck!

He started to panic slightly. He couldn't go request for a new one, could he? This was the military. Don't they punish such carelessness with push-ups or laps or something? What if they don't even allow him to have a room to teach him better responsibility? All these thoughts put him on edge, and he quickly grabbed his things and sprinted down the hallway, almost bumping into someone. He had to find that card. Why did he have to lose it?!

"FUCK!" Is the only word that occupied his thoughts.

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