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{RP} Training Corps Barracks
Here is where the members of the 105th Trainee Corp lives and learns. They study strategy and logic, as well as survival and Titan slaying techniques. Also taught is the use and proper care of 3DMG (Three-Dimensional Movement Gear) and weaponry. They stay in log cabin bunkers when dismissed from exercises. What makes or breaks a trainee is the aptitude test: anyone who cannot maintain their balance when lifted by a pulley system with their 3DMG gear on will be sent home.
The top ten of each year have the opportunity to go to the Military Police Brigade, while the others have to choose between either Garrison or Survey Corps.
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•.Raven woke up bright and early for the first day of training. Her opaque chocolatey eyes snapped open and she sat straight up in bed, staring ahead of herself and breathing a sigh, her version of the wake up yawning-stretch. She glanced around herself to see most of the others were still asleep. The first rays of the sun streamed in through slatted windows as she swung her legs over the side of her bottom bed of bunk 7, in Log Cabin 3. It was a crowded space with bunk beds on the lower floor and sleeping mats on the upper one. For herself and each of the sleeping forms around her, a chest was located nearby that contained all of each trainee’s gear and belongings. Somewhere on or near each chest was a lamp, the last of which had been blown out at around ten o’clock the night before when the anxious teens finally decided to lay down and pretend to be sleeping.
The young girl knelt in front of hers and opened the lid, reaching inside for a solid white collared shirt and fitted slacks, brown apron and shoes, white socks, brown network of leather belts that were supposed to somehow go around her entire body, the brown vest with the insignia of the Training Corp on it, her face paint mixture and bead set, and a mirror. Standing up, she paused to see the boy in the bunk next to her, snoozing soundly. He had the look of a ruffian and she could tell he was a shorty, even though he was laying down and curled up. His hair was black, and drool dribbled from his slightly gaping mouth. She first realized that she couldn’t remember what he’d said his name was, if he’d said it at all…then secondly realized that standing around watching people sleep wasn’t socially acceptable, co-ed bunkers or not.
With that last thought, she hustled off towards a door leading to the ladies’ changing/shower room, slipping off her wolf-hide shift that she’d gone to sleep in and putting down her fresh change of clothes in a cubby by the door with her name on it. She walked to the far side of the room, turned on one of the shower heads, and rinsed herself off, again running her fingers through her now-wet hair as she counted to a hundred and twenty, then applied shampoo, counted, rinsed, conditioner, counted, rinsed…it seemed like a long time had passed before she switched the nozzle off, even though it hadn’t really been long at all. Then she walked over and grabbed a towel, wrapping one around her waist and using the other to dry her hair before she twisted it into a knot and tied it at the back of her head with her poppy. After that, she sat criss-crossed on the floor with her mirror and opened her face paint and bead set. She wasn’t feeling calm enough to do the beads, but she did apply face-paint; using the tips of her fingers, she drew a crimson triangle on her forehead, dragged the tip down to the point of her nose, then brought her fingers back up to the bridge of said nose, closing her eyes and painting the lids with the same tone.
She then washed her fingertips off in the sink, being sure it didn’t stain before she got dressed in her uniform. It took her only three minutes to figure out the pants, shirt, socks, and shoes (though she wasn’t sure how to tie them), but the belt trappings were simply beyond her; she spent half an hour trying to figure it out. By then, exhausted-looking ladies were filtering into the room and beginning to start showering. In order to avoid getting soaked by the misty spray, Raven packed up her beads, paint, and mirror, grabbed her vest, and hobbled out into the bunk area, deciding to go struggle with the system of belts from the safety of an open area, where hopefully someone would help her. It was going to be time for breakfast soon.•
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-The night seemed to go well, Remel waking with minimal discomfort in the barracks. Her hair was nearly stuck to her pillow from her head smashing it onto it all night. She managed to pry it off, the rip an obvious sound as they came apart. She managed to sit up, free of the pillow being stuck to her and gave a heavy yawn. She looked around and noticed most of the women were already up and about. She didn’t do the same hygienic routine as them. She walked to where she stored her uniform, her leaving the bed stark nude. She placed on top and bottom, picking up a hat to tuck her long hair into it. It stayed quite nice because of how sturdy her hair was. She finally reached for the straps and saw another trying to put on the tangled mess. She tried to mimic it herself, only resulting in a horrible mess. Her elbow managed to get trapped behind her back, the same strap seeming to have her leg pinned up behind her. This resulted in her landing on the ground, not hurting herself but she did roll around a bit to try and get free. She waved her free leg frantically as her free arm tried to free her leg and got that tangled in the mess of belts. She thought to herself, ‘Can it get ANY worse than this?!’-
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-Vlad heard someone freaking out on the floor so he sat up from his bed while his black hair flowed over his right shoulder. He was shirtless showing his broad torso before he shook his head and climbed out of his bed wearing black cloth pants before he walks over to his trunk picking up his new uniform before heading towards the guys shower. He threw his clothes in the first hole he saw not caring if it was his or not before stripping and heading into the shower. He quickly dressed before heading out of the barrack before going for a five mile run that would leave him with a faint sweat but not enough to offend someone. He pulled his jacket over his shirt so he was now in proper uniform before heading over to where they were suppose to meet for the first day of training-
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•.She noticed a man stand up and go to shower, then take off out the door jogging. He looked…grown. He’d probably been dangerously close to the max age limit when he enlisted (though she couldn’t remember what the max age exactly was), which she found to be fairly interesting. There was bound to be quite a story behind it, after all…Raven spent a few more minutes fighting with her uniform, reigning in her thoughts.
With a frustrated huff, Raven yanked the belts off of her and laid them out on the floor, worried that she might have damaged one of the clips. She had already been warned against risking such a thing when the equipment was issued to her…she noticed a girl across the room had been mirroring her, also trying to figure it out, and she smiled lightly over. It was mainly because she was glad not to be the only one who couldn’t figure out how to put the damned outfit on. Behind her, she heard footsteps and a sigh. “You’re hopeless.”
Raven turned and saw the drool boy from earlier, looking down his nose at her with his arms crossed over his chest. She couldn’t help but notice he had his outfit on perfectly, and there wasn’t a single wrinkle in his uniform. His hair was neatly combed and parted. His expression was cold and spiteful. She choked on a laugh; he was even shorter than she’d thought! The Native American teen jumped to her feet, which forced the boy to look up. Way up, ’cause the top of his head didn’t even reach her shoulder. She doubled over a moment later. “Hahahahahahahaha…..” The boy clearly suffered from Little Man syndrome. He glared down at her for a moment before aiming a sudden, unexpected kick for her gut that left her gasping as he stomped out the cabin door. It fell quiet, aside from the occasional gasp and mutter.
The girl straightened after a few moments, shaking her head and struggling to laugh past the choking pain in her abdomen. A blonde lady walked over and knelt beside her. “Don’t mind Levi, he’s a jerk sometimes. Here, let me help you.” Raven followed her back over to where the belt system she was supposed to be wearing rested on the floor, listening carefully while she instructed her on how to put the peices together, and then on. The belts around the legs first, then chest and arms, then the waist, then connect it in the middle…it was so much easier, having it explained and actually shown at the same time. Raven smiled. “Thank you, miss…?”
“Aarie.” The girl walked away without another word, trailing out the door. Raven looked down at her uniform, and realized something didn’t look right. Finally, it occured to her she was supposed to wear boots, not the dressy shoes she’d put on. And so, she rushed back to her chest, pulling the shoes off and finding the black boots that she was supposed to wear, hooking them up to that same network of belts, pulling on her vest, and marching out the door. She went to the mess hall and walked out with just a small pint of juice, walking to a barren scrape of fenced-in land. That was where a balding man who was clearly in his mid- to late-forties stood stiffly, scowling, a perfect set of crows’ feet that ran from his eyes finishing the rugged, weathered and worn look of his face. She saw that the black-haired man called Vlad from earlier was already there, so she stopped front and center, faced the man elder man who was clearly meant to be their trainer, and snapped to attention position: back straight, shoulders back, head up, eyes forward, first position parrallel, with the left fist over her heart and the right fist behind her back…or, was it the right fist over her heart and her left fist behind her back? Raven couldn’t remember.•
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-Remel found herself stuck despite the nice lady showing another how to do it for another girl. She whipped her leg around, trying to get her two arms and other leg free. She watched as everyone was getting ready and leaving, her still stuck on the ground. She didn’t want to speak up but ended up still flopping on the ground. She felt her nose smack on the ground and a sharp pain. She looked at the floor boards and saw blood. “Shit!” She tried to curl up in pain out of instinct but the straps kept her from doing so. She finally looked up and found herself alone. She pulled and tugged at the straps again and the thought crossed her mind, “I need to get these straps on right!” She felt her arms feel a bit different, and the straps snap. As her arms came in front of her she freaked out and screamed. She looked at them as she thought and wished them to go away. They slowly reverted to normal her shaking and shivering. “The fuck?!” She yelled and then looked at her ruined sleeves. On the upside, her nose didn’t hurt anymore. She took a deep breath, grabbing the ruined straps and putting them back on the way they should have. It didn’t quite sit right because of the broken parts but it was fine for now. She quickly got herself out and in line with the rest of them, skipping breakfast due to lack of time.-
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-Vlad was standing at attention as he watched Levi, Raven and finally Remel join them. He waited for there instructions because just standing here was a waste of time and if there was an attack none of them were prepared to deal with a titan. He watched the instructor walk away to gather instructions for them all on what they would be going over that day so Vlad dropped down and did fifty push ups before jumping back to his feet and seeing the others looking at him. He raised a brow and said “whats up”. He then looked down and saw the short man who seemed to be way to serious for his kind of work where life could end at any moment”differently not you little guy”. Vlad thought the guy was just a kid that joined rather young so when he went to punch Vlad as hard as he could it shocked him when the punch landed Vlad didn’t move he just stood there looking around”is it against the rules to hit a child if they have struck you because this little shit needs an ass whooping”. He heard the instructor coming back so he got back into line looking over at Levi and whisper one line “bell tolls for you”.-
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•.Raven closed her eyes and sighed, waiting for the instructor to begin speaking. A horse-drawn cart carrying something boxlike that seven meters tall and wrapped completely in cloth was wheeled into the field, with another behind it that was also covered. A saddled-and-bridled horse was led behind the second cart. From the cart with the strange, taller covered thing came the occasional shudder and groan. The other one sounded like a bunch of metal somethings clattering together with each jolt of the cart. They stopped dead center in front of the gathering of trainees; there were fifty in all. The instructor paused, having a word with one of the men who’d been leading the carts, nodded, and walked forward.
He stalked around in front of each recruit, looking them over carefully. He glanced at Levi, who took a spot directly behind Vlad, cold hardened eyes peircing the midget ruffian’s own. He walked another meter and a half, pausing in front of Raven, who had been front and center, glanced at her for a moment, moved like he was about to move on, then spun on her. “WHAT’S YOUR NAME, KID? WHERE ARE YOU FROM?” He hollered in her face, spittle flying from his lips. Raven flinched away.
“R-Raven Bla…fe..” She started, freezing up as her eyes widened. People from “civilized” zones were so loud! And not to mention unnecessarily violent, remembering that kick earlier. Raven’s stomach throbbed at the memory, and she whimpered a little. She realized he was still waiting for a response, and she choked out the last part of her name. “Blackfeather, Sir!!! From the woods!”
His silvered brow raised, and he sneered at her. “Are you sure, girly? That took you a moment. Any woods in particular?” Somewhere behind her, she could hear someone snickering. A risked glance over her shoulder, and she could see Levi shuddering with muffled laughter. He caught her gaze and his eyes narrowed in a glare. Before she could react, something caught her chin and forced her to look forward, where the Commanding Officer was back to hollering in her face. “I SAID, ANY WOODS IN PARTICULAR?”
“N-no, Sir! Any woods’ll do!” She said immediately, somewhat confused by the question. This time, more people started laughing. The CO took a step back from her, rolling his eyes before shooting chilling glances at every last of the giggling recruits. He then looked back down at her. “And why do you want to join the military?”
“To…” What could she possibly answer that with? Well, the highest and most powerful were the ones who she considered to be corrupt, and the only way to fix that problem was to get right up there with them, right? “To join the Military Police Brigade, sir!”
“I see. Well, you’ll make good Titan bait.” With that, he stalked off, and she felt an odd sense of…embarrassment? Her face was heating up, and she broke her form long enough to yank the tie out of her hair and shake her head, setting the still-wet strands loose. They fell down her back all the way to her waist, and her bangs hid her face from view. She snapped the band around her wrist and then resumed standard attention position. She was still shuddering and red-faced when Commander Victor began the same set of shouted questions with a boy sixth in line, three rows over. After that, he noticed Remel’s outfit, stalking over to her. “WHERE IS YOUR VEST, RECRUIT? And…how the hell did you manage to damage your equipment so severely before the first day?” He didn’t even bother commenting on the ruined sleeves of the girl’s collared shirt.•
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-Remel made sure not to laugh when all of the yelling was going on and everyone else was laughing. That she could manage. She found herself turned upon though when her outfit was noticed. She paniced a bit, shaking. she decided it was best to stand at attention as tight as she could so she didn’t shake, only making it worse, and respond in order, “Sir! My vest was hidden from me! My equipment is damaged because I got into a fight with it and lost, sir! This will not happen again!”
She found it best to stay as at attention as possible and not really look him in the eye but stare straight ahead. She hoped she wouldn’t get questioned about it further or asked any questions but she managed to calm herself with the knowledge of it possibly not getting any worse.-
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-Vlad watched the man walk right past him and he shrugged outside of the sight of the instructor. He watched Raven and Remel get drilled from this guy which made him sigh knowing the more annoyed these instructors got the worse the day would be. Vlad actually knew this guy probably why he wants drilled like the others. He had meet the man on his brothers celebration of making it into the capital guard. He had only spoken to him for a short time but it left an impression that Vlad wasn’t going to forget. He was strict and if you neglected your duties or denied them then he would must likely put you on a pike to attract a titan. Vlad head Levi laugh and with a simple turn of his head caught the midgets stare and in mid giggle he snapped his mouth shut. Vlad turned back to the instructor as he began going over what was within the carts.-
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•.After about twenty minutes of hearing that Victor guy go on and on screaming at random recruits as well as telling Remel to be sure the equipment is replaced, Raven realized it had suddenly fallen silent. “Now, then…” She heard footsteps, and then the instructor was walking right past her, untying the ropes holding down the cover on the larger, first cart that was brought in. “Let me introduce you…” He suddenly whipped the cover to the side to display a strange, naked creature inside a cage. “To your enemy!” It was in a sitting position, with shaggy grey hair falling in its face. Skin was missing from its nose to its bottom jaw, and also from half of its torso. Bands wrapped tightly around it and attached to the cart and cage. It was impaled with strange black rods from seemingly every angle and held immobile. Its eyes were wide, and it appeared to be smiling; slobber dribbled down from its open mouth and collected on the floor of the cage. Dried blood caked its left shoulder, and its stomach was slightly bulging. “This is a 5-meter class male-type Titan, and they only get larger.”
Raven stared up at this creature just as its eyes looked her way, slack-jawed. “Fifty years ago, every last human on earth was just as helpless against these things as you all are today.” Commander Victor leaned against the cage and rapped his knuckles against one of the wooden slats standing between the Titan and himself. “Because let’s face it; if not for all the bindings, every last one of you would be dead right now. Cut their arm off, they’ll just grow it back. Blow their head off, same thing. Spill its guts…but it doesn’t have any to spill to begin with. No matter how many are killed, more take their place. They just disintegrate. They have no interest in eating animals or plants…just humans, very specifically. And humans had no way to bring these things down.” He wandered over to the second cart, but Raven raised her hand and he paused, staring her down.
“Sir…you made it sound like they can’t be killed, but then said something that implied they have been killed before. Some…elaboration is required.” She said, watching as he turned towards her and started walking towards her. Commander Victor didn’t stop until he was directly in front of her, towering over the thirteen-year-old. Raven gulped, staring up at him. Suddenly, he grabbed her arm, twisting it so that she turned away from him and her arm was positioned behind her back. With his other hand he suddenly pulled out a pocketknife (though Raven herself didn’t actually see this) and pressed the cool metal against the skin at the nape of her neck, causing her to yelp. “S-sir!”
Without a word, the blade disappeared into Commander Victor’s vest pocket. He shoved Raven to her knees as he spun to walk back towards the second cart, and she fell with a gasp. This is turning out to be an excellent first day… She stood up, brushed herself up, and went back to attention position, eyes wide. Victor was untying the ropes holding down the covers on the second cart, and when he pulled it off, stacks of 3DMG units sat neatly in front of them. “Today, we have the 3-dimensional Movement Gear that allows us to combat the titans. It is comprised of hand grips, piston-shot grapple hooks, a gas-powered mechanism, and an iron wire propeller with plug-in blades. As the name clearly states, it allows us to fight in a 3-dimensional space (up and down, forward and back, and side-to-side) rather than a 2-dimensional space (forward and back or side-to-side). You need immense physical strength and balance for this, and NO ONE can become a soldier without being able to stay upright while suspended by the cables. These units are the reason why you have to wear the leather belt harnesses that quite a few of you clearly had more than a little trouble putting on.”
He held up the mechanism, then walked over to the horse that had come in behind the second cart, untying it from there and walking up to them. “The ability to ride a horse is also very important; there is simply no escaping a Titan on foot. This,” he hoisted the 3DMG unit in his left hand, “…and this,” he gave a yank to the reigns, causing the horse to snort, “…are your new best friends. At this time, all of you must walk in a single file line next to that Titan on your way to sign out your issued gear. But remember, it’s not fully released to you until you pass the exam.” Raven sighed and began to walk, shuddering as she stepped straight towards the Titan. People fell into step behind her, and she stared that 5-meter dead in the eye, even paused to glare at it for a moment and try to force one of those serious faces she kept seeing on everyone else. After a moment, she cracked and started walking again as she burst out into a series of giggles. Instructor Victor shook his head, then sighed and walked off massaging the bridge of his nose when some guy behind Raven named Chester stopped to begin flexing his muscles, grunting, and hollering in the Titan’s face. Even Raven gave him a funny look.•
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-Remel had a look of shock and fear when the titan was first revealed. She thought to herself that maybe that is what she was. When the gear was revealed she thought it was cool and also thought it’d be nice to work with a horse. She took her place after a guy in the line. The chick she had seen get help was in front of him. She watched them both and tried not to laugh at the guy. When it was her turn, she decided to walk very close to the cage and look the five meter in the eyes as she spoke in her toughest tone, “I am gonna cut your fuckin head off and all of your limbs and each time you grow them back you will feel the sting of losing them again you mother fucker.” She then walked away as she felt her legs tremble. She got back into line and fought the feeling of passing out from the fear she supressed. Yelling at the titan made her feel rather good.-
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-Vlad watched how the trainie treated Revan and decided he would speak to the man after training. He walked up to the cage and reached through the bars placing his bare hand on the creatures arm. He felt no fear but only pity for the huge creature. He understood he cycle of hunting and being hunted. His father once took them beyond the wall when he was on duty to watch the massive beasts. He knew this was a little and had seen bigger. He pulled his hand back then walked over to the cart and gave the serial number of his brothers old gear that fitted his large size. He then walked over to the trainer and staired the smaller man till he walked away-
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This at first was bad Peter had woken up and not seen any one else OOOHHH no he was late he was pretty late he rushed to get his training uniform on and those straps on then he rushed to take some food, because honestly he wasn’t not gonna eat which made him slightly more late. tricky to catch up after waking up lat and trickier to sneak in the group unnoticed but thanks to his cunning it seems he got off scott free… for now hopefully no one paid attention except maybe that serious guy about an inch shorter than him did he… Peter assumed it was best not to say anything, it was probably better to listen to the guy talking about titans. When he saw the titan it didn’t faze him as much as it angered him guess I haven’t got over him his father died a while a go and yet he still feels sad. Eventually he walked back not saying any thing he didn’t feel like getting mad so he decided to just stay calm and happy so he started whistling… hopefully he can get through today.
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{{Commander Victor is technically an NPC, so I’ll let you handle that whole conversation on your own, Saba. If you have any questions, just PM me.}}
•.Raven stopped for a moment, tossing a wary glance at the trainer before noticing that people were gathering in small social groups instead of going back into formation. A few of them were tinkering with their new gear. She wandered towards the fence as she watched Vlad check out his equipment and then start heading towards that psycho Victor. With a shudder, she slumped to the ground and spread all the parts that comprise the 3-Dimensional Movement Gear unit out in front of her. She noticed two large holsters with six slots in the front of each one; it took her a moment to realize that these contained the plug-in blades Commander Victor mentioned. She pulled one out and looked at it; it was some kind of steel, and…did it just wobble? She waved it in the air and watched it bend. Huh. So they were flexible…must have something to do with how they were meant to cut Titan flesh. She put it back in its slot and then started looking at it carefully, trying to figure out on her own how the whole setup was supposed to go together.
She glanced up and noticed a guy who looked a little flustered. There were…food crumbs on his face? Odd. Raven was almost certain that there was absolutely no way Commander Victor would have overlooked that. Hell, he’d even picked a hair off of her sleeve when he passed behind her during earlier’s…’Orientation,’ and flicked it away. And he was absolutely appalled by what Remel had done with her uniform… She was pretty sure his name was Peter.
“Don’t hurt yourself trying to figure that out. It’s not like building mud huts in the forest.” She jumped a little but remained seated with her legs crossed and then turned at the hip to see Levi reclining against the fence behind her. When did he even get there? The look he gave her was cold and belittling. Ha…little… She giggled a little, and his eyes narrowed a little as he crossed his arms over his chest and nudged his already completely put-together unit with his left knee. She stared at it for a moment, and then he shrugged away from the fence and walked off.
‘Ha…that jerk just pretty much told me how this is supposed to go together.’ She glanced over at Remel, remembering that she’d also had some serious issues with her harness earlier and that Raven had kinda-sorta…ahem, left her hanging, per say. Raven put her head down and started hooking her gear together, then put it on and trotted over to where the girl was to show her how it was supposed to work. It seemed they were being left alone to figure the whole setup out by themselves.•
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-Remel looked at the gear as she wandered off by herself but then decided since the caged titan wasn’t moved, she would try to go figure it out near it. She walked to the cage and sat up against it without fear. She looked up at the large being and tilted her head as it looked back at her. “The fuck are you looking at?” She said to it, not knowing if it could understand.
The lack of looking away stated the obvious and decided to get even gutsier, going in and sitting right on the Titan’s foot. She didn’t quite care as she tried to get it on slowly. She got one of her feet in the three dimensional gear, being careful of arranging it on her leg properly before realizing that the part she was putting on her foot was for her shoulder. She growled and tried to find the part for the leg and slipped on another part. It was the hip.
She yelled at it and was about to get furious at it but she calmed herself and tried to find the foot again. Finally she found it but to her dismay, it was the wrong foot. She let out a disgruntled sigh and tried once more and got her foot into the correct one. She then slipped her other foot into the other leg holder. All was going alright now She started getting the rest of her torso on without as much problem and looked up at the titan with a smirk. “Wasn’t that hard,” She almost sounded cocky. She then decided to start pressing things to see what it does.
To her dismay, she pressed either something right or wrong as a grappling hook shot out of her hip and attached to the Titan’s nose and she found herself pulled up right in front of its mouth. She screamed as loud as she possibly could and made sure to keep her feet as far away from the teeth as possible as well as her hands and arms and legs. She was shivering a bit as it tried to bite at her with its limited momentum. She calmed down a little bit and realized it couldn’t get her if she didn’t put herself in there. She just dangled there, hoping she’d figure out how the hell to get down.-
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