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Ophelia hugged Pale.
Finally, it was all over.

Cloud lets the emotions pass and looks at her pillow with shame.
"You're so weak." she wipes her eyes and heads over to her desk, grabbing the pen off her night table on the way. She opens her drawer and pulls out a stack of paper.

"Dearest Persephone,

The harder I try to decipher your pleas, the father I become wrapped in oblivion. Have you any idea what I am do to in this? Kaena said there was a greater purpose, something farther than what we all had expected. When you sent me to this place, you made me promises, promises that I know you cannot keep now. Am I to betray my alliance, or am I to form a new one? I need your guidance, now more than ever. Help me stop the emotions from taking over my purpose, train my thoughts. I need you..and forever this will be true.

Liame,
Cloud"

Cloud closed her eyes and the letter disappeared in her hands. She walked to the window and stared out at the night sky, calling for hope..

"Am I lost?"

Hi I am new here...so what do i do?
*see's a guy walk by and stiffens*

She slowly made her way through the ground floor of the building and up to her room. It was the first time she had stepped foot in the newly renovated lodgings. Too tired to look aorund however, she quickly took a shower, changed and landed on the bed ready to sleep.

Saitre slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was her own hand. She was laying in her bed, the covers up over her. She sat up yawning, her eyes tearing, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. Once she had finished yawning, she went through the rest of her morning routine. A quick stretch, a shower and a cleansing of her teeth. Walking out of the bathroom, she headed for her bureau, already having in mind what she was to wear. Quickly looking for the items, she placed them on her bed.

She stood up off her bed once she had finished getting dressed, and stood before the full length mirror in her room. She was wearing a white wifebeater, and black jeans, a pair of black and white Tims covering her feet. Quickly grabbing a brush, she passed it through her hair, and walked out of the room to the outdoors.

Saitre walked into the dorms and headed straight for her room. She didn't know if anyone else was around, but she was trying to keep her mind on the tournament, and nothing else. Opening the door to her room, she noticed something move with the small burst of air. Reaching down, she picked up a white card, the words 'Black Amber' inscribed on it in gold. Opening it up, she read the inside of it quickly. Written in black script it said: 'Are you ready to battle? If so head down to the arena, your match is waiting to begin.' Placing the card down on her bureau, she headed back out of the room, and quickly made her way to the arena.

Aureate enters the women's lodging, quickly unfolding her wings and concealing them underneath her trenchcoat. She fixes her guitar strap and walks over to the main room. It was empty, but it looked cozy enough to hide from the zombies that chased her from her old village, Xiphia. Aureate sighs, a leer lingering, and tries to find a seat, but couldn't really find any that were snazzy enough.

Being impatient, Aureate hollers, "'Ey! 'Ey! Anybody here?"

Teresa did what she promised herself what she would do. Move into the women's dorms. Making her slow way across the room to the stairs. Her steps were heavy like someone would in defeat. Taking her time on the steps before going down the hall and coming upon the room. Her room. Walking inside she closed the door behind her and locked it. Dropping the brown bag upon the bed before making her way to the window dropping down the blinds and locking the window shut. She had been in here once before why she moved around the room as if she wasn't blind. Then she reached down into the bag pulling out that object she used to use before. And laid herself down upon the bed.