Boring pick me up.

Zin walked in the areana. She was bored from the bar last night and now she needed a pick me up. She looked around and found everybody in different clusters either fighting or chatting. The latter part was not her thing and she had no one to train with. She groaned loudly, and began stabbing random dummies lining the walls of the areana. Once all of them were in shreds, she groaned loudly again and fell on her knees, looking helpless but feeling bored.

Zin looked at the boy. "Yeah. And monsters would be better company than drunken teens." she muttered as sarcasticly. She stood up and half drag half carried her swords to the bleachers. She smirked at the boy, who was now tearing the remains of her shredded dummies, or the spared ones, and looked at the straw littered floor. "Those cleaning harpies are not going to be happy." she mumbled under her breath and smiled at the kid. "The name's Zin by the way. Zin, daughter of Chaos."

I look at the girl sitting on the bleachers. "It's their job to do this thing I guess." I say, while going to pick up my arrows. " Oh yeah, and it's Roger, Son of Hermes." After I collect my arrows, I return to my starting point, and aim at more dummies in the opposite direction. At least these ones weren't trashed. "What'd you mean by drunken teens." I question Zin.

"Some rave out of the camp grounds. They seemed to drunk to tell which direction camp is." she said and shrugged. Her US navy jacket fell off ashoulder and she placed it back on. "You prefer long ranged weapons?" she asked.

"I prefer two swords. But one other got lost. So I'm stuck with the shorter one." she held up her 1 and a half feet sword. She then began to twirl it in mid air absent mindly.

"Both." she smiled. "Always both. You see, I am not supposed to be here. I was born was born when language was still a trivial thing." she laughed without humor. "And yes, I lost my other sword."

She ignored him for a while. It was when he winked that she realized he had said something. "Hmm?" she asked. "Come again? I spaced out." she smiled apologetically. She shifted a sleeve of her navy jacket to her left shoulder. It was several sizes too big but it was her inspiration to train. Some girls might like make up this days but she still feels like she's living in a war.

She smiled unsurely. "I get what you mean." she laughed. She didn't jave any hint that he just flirted. She was still ignorant of the girl inside of her. But still, she didn't seem to notice.

"I'm actually new here." she said in a flat tone. The place had not grown on her well. Since the day her brother and father had left her, nothing ever did. She was alone now. An lone and an outcast, the only one that survived the civil war and still looked young. Oh how she wished she died right then and there, so that she'll be with her mum. She eyes grew cold and she held her mouth in a straight line.

She shook her head. "No." She said. "I get involved in a lot of things. Sadly, they occur even before I knew what I was."

For some reason, everything I say to this girl seemed to make her slightly sad. "Okay, then what do you like the most so far from your short time here?" I ask, hoping to find a subject that she might like.

"The lake maybe. Here in the arena is also nice." she said. She was always here. If not, she may be at the lake, lost in her own thoughts while looking out into the deep water, where niads played. "Well, there is also a cave in the woods." she flicked her head to the side, motioning to the forest.

"Okay." she sighed and lifted her armor. "But don't tell anyone." she said threatingly. It was her secret place.


~You want to go to the forest? Or do you want to say anything first?

OOC: lets go to the forets now, just tell me the name of the topic.

okay, I'll call it caves:]