Six: HOLY SHIT IT'S MY BIRTHDAY

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"Huh? Why?" Cyril asks.

"Because we're nowhere near a tower; off the grid. No signal anywhere." the guy who Michael said was French explains.

"Really? I hope my parents know I'm safe." Durc muses.

"I'm sure they do; records are kept about who gets on the chopper." Kira states.

"Maybe they read out the names so then the families can be told their kids have gone and saved their skin." Michael suggests.

"Hot corporal said that people were tending to the injured when we got on the chopper, maybe the families do know." Ty' suggests.

"It's not like Knight to not let families know." Dylan states.

"Knight?" Ty' cocks a brow.

"Isn't that what Florence called him too?" I muse.

"Well yeah; that's his name... well his last name." Dylan explains.

"Ohh." We nod.

"Should we continue with the introductions?" Durc suggests.

"Yeah, we should all know eachother." the French guy nods. "I was next right?"

"Yeah, I think so Abel." Michael nods.

"Hi." the French guy smiles. "I'm Abel Bleu. As you can guess I'm French. No I do not eat snails and no I will not teach you how to curse in French. I'm more of the flight and not fight but I'm hoping that will change."

"Hi Abel." Some of us smile.

"Okay now this sounds like some sort of support group." Alexis states.

"You next then." Abel nudges the boy beside him.

"Blaise Belle," the boy looks up. Our jaws drop. How can a guy be that pretty! He's got a cherubic face yet his eyes are hard; like he's seen a lot.

"Belle means pretty doesn't it?" Kira asks.

"Yeah. Please just..." Blaise shudders. "I can't wait to have at the scissors. I want to stop looking like some sort of genderbent goldilocks."

"Ha!" Alexis snorts. "Sorry...that's funny."

"Also I err... sucked at hand to hand today; everybody kicked my ass. I'm more of the thinker. I was named after a philosipher. Ha! It's like my parents were fortune tellers." Blaise babbles.

"My turn!" The only other guy on that side of the table enthsues. He has blue wire glasses and mousey hair. "I'm Shaun, I lived on a sheep farm until I moved out to go to a college in the city and was hiding in the library when the eotans attacked. I was trying to protect myself in one of the secret cabinets with a fire poker. When the helecopters came I was taken here."

"Shaun the sheep!" Kira points laughing.

"Bitch that's copyrighted." Shuan laughs.

"Hi!" a scrawney Asian boy grins from his seat on our bench. "I'm William. I'm Vietnamese so if you." his eyes meet Michael's. "Call me Chinese again after being told now with witnesses you will end up being titan food... err I love Shingeki No Kyojin and am so happy it's real so I can get my own Wings Of Freedom! I'm a die hard fan and I swear if another person calls Levi Rivialle I will not be able to be held responsibe for my actions."

"It's always the quiet ones who are phycos." Micheal mutters. "Ow!" he rubs his leg. William looks back to his manga.

"Hey!" he flamboyantly moves his arms about. "I'm Oliver! I'm from America and am this hyper all the time! Sorry if I punch you. It's just I'm enthusiastic as fuck! I hope we can be friends." He slings his arm around William. "I too want Wings Of Freedom. Do you wanna kill some titans!"

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