Sector 1 pictures:
Count Llewellyn Page:
Countess Briallen Page:
Aeneas Pag (Sky):
Gallus Evans (Spirit):
Myrna Theobold (Magpie):
Alverta Rebeck (Flower):
"There you are Ms. Troublemaker," Thesel smirked as he walked over to the lockers I was leaning against.
A smile started tugging at my lips. "Yep, here I am. Why'd you have to sound so condescending when you said that?"
He punched me playfully in the shoulder. "Because I can."
"So?" My voice trailed off.
He paused and I could feel the anxiety radiating off of him. "I, uh, I-I was th-thinking about, um, v-visiting My-myer tonight. B-before the p-party, of-of course."
"Really?" I inquired, an eyebrow perking up.
He looked at me suspiciously. "Yeah, so? You going to judge me for it?"
I shook my head. "No, not at all. I'm just concerned. Did you think this through all the way? I mean at your age it's basically a betrothal. You'll HAVE to marry my awful cousin then!" I made a gagging sound and he laughed nervously.
"She's not that bad! Besides, I'm only asking because I want you to come with me to the party." He nudged me.
"Alright, I'll go. But I'm NOT wearing a dress!" I threw my hands up in the air to signify mock surrender.
"About that..." He mumbled.
"WHAT? THESEL! That was NOT part of the deal!" I complained, sounding a lot like Aurinda.
"Too late!" He grabbed my hand and shook it. "A deal's a deal."
"I hate you!" I pushed him into the lockers and took off running.
"YOU'RE DEAD PANDOLPH!" He screeched and I just laughed over my shoulder. He'd have to catch me first.
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Sector 7
ActionDelphinium is a wannabe engineer, but her dreams may not become a reality once she is chosen to participate in the Slate. Now she has to outsmart 32 other contestants with a little help from the sidelines.