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« on: December 21, 2014, 11:43:18 PM »
Scarlet shrugged. "Sure. I wouldn't mind, so long as I get to practice." She tossed her head back to get the hair out of her eyes. Then she rolled up her sleeves, revealing the tattoo on her arm. The rose was beginning to glow faintly, but it seemed to get brighter as time went on. Her heart began to race, but her expression remained calm. She hadn't been connected to the machines yet, but she wasn't going to reveal that any time soon.
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« on: December 21, 2014, 09:17:26 PM »
Scarlet giggled a bit. She liked this Aaron guy, he seemed to have a lot of energy in him, despite how early it was. Then she wondered if he knew where the coffee was, she would've liked a cup of it an hour ago. "I've only done a few battles before now, just to get a feel for it," she said while looking around the room at all the machines. They still fascinated her with how they work. Then she saw a strong man with long hair in front of him, and he was extending his hand out to her and Aaron. "Umm... yeah. Okay. I'm Scarlet," and she shook his hand, her grip neither loose or firm.
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« on: December 21, 2014, 08:30:34 AM »
Actually, Scarlet is 5'2".
. . . which is pretty much 5'.
And Rainbow's just over 4'.
WHAT IS WITH ME AND SHORT CHARACTERS.
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« on: December 21, 2014, 04:00:37 AM »
She couldn't say no to that face. "Alright," she said with a shrug. "I'd rather fight with a fellow opponent than a guard. Go easy on me, okay?" she said while starting to walk again. She almost had to crane her neck just to see his face.
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« on: December 21, 2014, 03:19:42 AM »
She rolled her eyes and laughed softly. "Yes, that's why my name is Scarlet," she said half-sarcastically. "And it's alright. I was on my way to the sparring room too." She brushed her hair behind her ear. "I think I can guess what your astral is," she said while looking at his shirt.
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« on: December 21, 2014, 02:31:03 AM »
Scarlet was wearing her headphones as well when Aaron ran into her. They landed around her neck at the moment, blaring an old rock alternative band. As for Scarlet, she hit floor with an "Oof!" After a few seconds of looking up to this tall man who ran her down, she couldn't help but smile back as he took his hand and got back to her feet. "Yeah, I'm alright," she replied and dusted herself off. She chuckled a bit. "Nice shirt."
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« on: December 21, 2014, 12:22:19 AM »
Scarlet almost didn't hear the knock at her door, and if she didn't take her headphones off to shake her hair out she would've missed it. She hastily threw on a top and answered the door. "Can I help you?" she asked halfway through a yawn. The guard delivered his message and promptly left. She closed the door behind her and leaned her back against it. It took her a few moments for her brain to process what it was told. ". . . oh. Sh*t." She pushed herself away and put on her sweater. She had already been awake for an hour now and was relaxing with music after her shower when the guard came. She put on her headphones, made any due adjustments to her outfit, and set out to the lobby. She specifically asked the staff for a room on the lower levels, then she could take the stairs without being totally exhausted. Nobody took the stairs, after all.
The dining hall was packed with fighters crowded around tables, trying to memorize their maps over breakfast. She would have preferred her own cooking, but it's free food, so she didn't complain. She snickered on the inside; as if she would complain anyway. She picked a table on the far edge of the hall where the crowd was less dense and their voices wouldn't go through even her headphones. But after some peaceful isolation, and a meal that made her miss her mother's cooking, she set out for the sparring room to practise.
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