An arrow lands at my feet. I sigh. But I have just been shown that everybody is somewhat more ready than i had originally thought. Everybody is staring at the arrow.

Finally! I divide everybody up into groups. For a girl who's only sixteen, i can be pretty imposing. Then, i walk over to the girl with the arrow to have a talk with her. 

~Joy

I take in the people in my group. Then, I get bored. Hiding my pack behind a rock, I stretch. A feeling passes through me. I do cartwheel after cartwheel. And then I bump into someone. I lay, sprawled on the grass. I quickly pick myself up, brush myself off, and look up to apologize/mark a unusual remark to the person who I crashed into. "Hi, I'm Joy, but my friends call me fury, as in rage. Sorry that I-" and then I realize who it is. The lady from the stage.

Magadalena~

I sit at the kitchen counter, tracing jam smiley faces on my plate with my silver dagger. I'm not supposed to use it, being a family heirloom and all, but it's a comforting presence. Suddenly, the toaster pings, and I walk over to pull my bagel out. Surprisingly enough, there's a note sitting on to of the toaster that says, Meet me at the red stained glass windows in the wreck of the chapel, or else you will be cursed.

I've always been abnormally superstitious, and I don't want to risk being cursed. I quickly spread some jam on my bagel (yes, I'm weird like that), and head to the chapel.

I arrived soon after a girl with long brown hair and green eyes. There seems to be a gathering of some sort. Almost instinctively, I unsheath my dagger after seeing that everyone has a weapon on them. I casually toss my dagger in the air, to calm my nerves.

Toss. Catch Toss. Catch. 

A girl with a long black braid stares at me, her eyes wide. I sigh, but then whip around, surprised, as an arrow wooshes past my ear. The girl grins and waves. 

"Just getting everyone's attention!" she chirps.  

Stina~~

I laugh inwardly as the girl who shot the arrow tumbles into me. She shows great potential, but sneaking? No.

I say, "Joy. I'm sorry, but if you want to be a ninja, it will never work out. By the way, your arrow skills are very impressive. Keep on working hard." 

(BTW, Oh Captcha, who i will name Lily-Cat, are you having some sort of big internal problem? What is mfae?)

"Come on!" I cry, dragging Linnea behind me. "Are you sure we should be doing this?" 

"Yes!" I barge into the church where a girl is standing near the podium. Or where it used to be.

~

sorry it's so short! 

Chiara~

The crowd is rustling, dividing into groups. I bump into a girl with a black braid.

"Er, hello," I smile, "I'm Chiarascura Martins... call me Chi."

(Chi is pronounced like key, BTW) 

~Joy

I look at the girl who bumpeded into me. "Hello Chi! I'm Joy, but my friends call me Fury. Anyway, I'm bored. And hungry. What are we supposed to be doing right now?" Chi blinks. "Um," I impatiently continue. "And how does the crazy lady up on stage know my name, and why did she give the note to an eleven year old eating toast? Is there some type of prophecy? When do we start fighting? Is there a base? Are we going to train? Do your friends ever call you Lock instead of Chi?" 

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Joy is very anxious to begin and will talk to anyone listening.  

Okay. To get things moving, we will fast foward. Everybody  slept overnight in the church, after practicing and learning techniques.

Stina~~

I sigh. Finally, everybody has settled down. Tomorrow I will show them a video of what parts of the Carribean are like thanks to the terrorists.

Pepper Star:

I'll just name the terrorists um, say, Zimea. 

Dmitri

~

I jump as a note pops out of my toaster. What happened to my toast? And, less urgently, what does the note say?

I read the note. Should I go? I grin. What's wrong with me? Go start a revolution, or sit in my kitchen making toast? I shove a whole pop tart into my mouth, pick up my sword, and walk out the door.

My horse is in the yard. Yeah, don't judge. I'm an eighteen-year-old guy in a modern day and age, with a horse. It looks way more awesome than it sounds.

I sheathe my sword and swing myself onto the horse, riding bareback. I'm almost late for the meeting! I dig my heels into the horse's sides, spurring him on.

There's a gathering of kids, almost all of them younger than me by at least a year or two. And... that looks almost like... my sister?

Sorry Stina, I don't know what you mean. Joy pretty much says "Hi, I'm Joy,....." To every one, and she talks a lot  when she's hyper, nervous, or bored.

Okay. I vote that we pick things up a little.

Stina~~

After a quick breakfast, more weapon training, and cookies, we begin strategy. Everbody is ready to split up into groups and scout, fight or care for the wounded (If necessary). I will be fighting for a little while. Some people look like they might barf, so I carefully give everybody a barf bag, for their backpacks. The backpacks include; pocket knife, bandages, swiss army knife, canteen, water distillation tablets, barf bag, extra weapondry supplies, portable parka/raincoat and swiss choclate. we are ready to move!*

Pepper Star~~

*= people, this is a great time to start posting more!

Thank you. Also, I highly recommened trying swiss choclate in real life It is good.

(Lilycat says heyw, so I guess, Hey!)

~Joy

I rifle around in my bag. "Mm, Swis chocolate!" I say, about to unwrap it. "You might not want to eat that right now." Admonishes a tall boy with black hair and eyes. I look up. He's grinning in a friendly way. I put the Swiss chocolate back in the backpack. "Your right," I decide "I have to save it for s'mores!" I race off. "Wait, that's not what I meant!" Says the boy. I giggle as I run. What better than s'mores! I totally have top save the chocolate for that.

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