Teen Ink
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TeenInk How would you rearrange this old cliche? "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar" http://t.co/xTNZxcKYxK
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TeenInk "Thinking is the best way to travel." - The Moody Blues http://t.co/5jzE5kVJyB
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TeenInk If this is the ending of the story, what is the beginning? http://t.co/gRzPosYXRi
Kenzey sighs, gracefully getting to her feet and walking across the room, running her fingers over the curve of her sturdy, light cherrywood bow. "Any of us could die," she says quietly, biting her lip.
Waverly smiled a bit and gave a short laugh, "We all knew that from the beginning..." she pulls her dagger from her boot and wipes the edge on her shirt.
"I suppose you're right, but the fact that it's almost all my fault if people get killed... Can you imagine how much that takes from a person? It's hard knowing that I caused it..." Kenzey brushes her hair out of her face, shaking her head. "Sometimes I wonder if we shouldn't just let things run their course. The government can't stay corrupt forever, right?"
Full Name: Casper Grant
Nickname: Ghost
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall and lanky, Casper is extremely pale, and handsome in an odd, unexpected way. He has a shock of long, black hair, that contrasts against his white skin. He always wears a black vest and leather combat boots. Aroud his neck is a dogtag with the name "Everett" carved into it. Nobody except Casper knows who Everett is.
Personality: Casper is quiet and serious. He tends to shirk away from leadership, but is fiercly dependable, and will always protect his friends and what he believes in, no matter what. He can be quite frustrating when he wants to, and often falls into lapses of silence his friends call "Ghost Time."
Bio: Nobody really knows where Casper came from. He appeared out of the dusk one day, offering his assistance to the Caged. He voluntarily joined them, and has been planning this attack since day one.
Weapon preference: Casper likes to use a close-combat hard-wood stave, and keeps two stillettos tucked into his belt.
Fighting Experience: Unbeknownst to most, Casper spent three years on the streets, where he learned to fight close-combat with a stave. He is also a devil with knives, and can carve pieces out of people frighteningly quickly.
Casper walked slowly out of the fog and towards the little shack. He heard conversation going on inside, and approached the door. Raising his hand, Casper knocked three times.
"You didn't force us to join, we are at fault for anything that happens to ourselves..." she glances at the door as she hears someone knock.
Cole had been throwing knives for a while now, he then finished with one last thud. "No use if it's not moving." Cole went back downstairs, he put on a shirt on top and went down stairs, "so what's up?"
Casper knocked again, and then opened the door. He quickly closed it and locked it. "Why isn't the door locked?" He asked quietly. Without waiting for an answer, he sat down next to Kenzie. "Where have you been?"
Kenzey glances over her shoulder at Cole as she goes to get the door, shrugging slightly. "I was waiting for your a$$ to get back down here so we could all talk strategy," she says, opening the door. "Ghost, you made it," she says, her tone softening slightly.
Waverly shrank into the corner as Cole and Casper came into the room. She was able to be around Kenzey and talk to her without being uncomfortable but she hadn't gotten used to the guys yet.
(And... Ignore that last post. XD)
Kenzey smiles faintly at Ghost. "It's not like anyone's gonna come looking for us," she says, laughing softly. "I've been locked in this house trying to figure out what to do."
Ghost shook his head, grinning. "I wissh you wouldn't dissapear like that. I worry about you." He looked around, and noticed Waverly sitting in the corner. "Hey, Waverly. How are you?"
Cole sighed, he picked up the soft tone in Kenzey's tone as she opened the door and saw Ghost. He didn't really notice why, but as of now, he didn't care, "Hi Ghost, how have you been?"
((Herpderp we posted at the same time!))
"Hey, Snake." Casper walked over to Kenzey. He didn't trust the tall, well-built nineteen-year old, and Kenzey knew that. But she thought he was useful, and hey- she's the leader.
"Great." she answers quickly, she looks down at the floor her hair making a dark curtain concealing her face.
"I've noticed you worry about me a lot," Kenzey teases, shaking her head. "We need to focus, though. We have less than a week to get everything perfectly in order."
"So, what are the battle plans?" Cole asked, he was half excited yet half dreadful of the plan.
Casper nodded, and turned to face Kenzey. "So. What do you have?" He stood up, and started to pace. "I was up since fuc.ki.ng two in the morning, trying to figure out what we're going to do about weapon shortages. It's going to happen."
"I know a place where we could get a few things..." she says quietly still looking at the ground.
Kenzey sighs, nodding. "I know, Ghost. I can make more bows and arrows, but I can't avoid practicing or figuring out the strategy. They'll have us outnumbered once they can call in an actual battle force. And then there's the fact that I have to go from leading to being behind you guys. Who's going to lead the van then?"
