"You would need a miracle to win - you know that right?"
"Whose to say I don't already have one?"
Mirabelle Evans never knew freedom until she landed on Earth as a convicted criminal - will she survive or would she drown in the sea of never ending...
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They were on the ground less than a minute and she already had several requests for weapons, anything they could get Mira had of course agreed for only the price of a big tent to be able to create them and have space to store goods. At this very moment she was in a heated discussion with Murphy about her tent details - she wanted lots of furniture including a proper bed and table.
"Listen I need my space, I want one a little bit a way from the camp." She tried to explain frustrated that he couldn't understand that simple concept as he tried to persuade her to do otherwise in a way that would mean less work for him with still the same reward - Mira wasn't falling for it, "That or I build myself a treehouse - you're choice."
"No, you listen - we don't have the materials for a tree house," He started taking a sharp baited breath between his teeth, he so desperately wanted this knife and he was getting agitated that Mira just wasn't handing it to him on a silver platter. "Besides that we've already built you one on the edge of camp but you can't be far off our territory - you don't know what's out there."
"Why would you care Murphy?" Her face uninterested as she twiddled the make shift knife between her fingers, the things people would do for power astounded her. Realising he wasn't making matters better for himself, Murphy scoffed before eying a brewing fight which led him to saunter over. Any excuse to get violent Murphy took it, it disappointed Mira that he only fought with his fists not his mind.
"Hey hey hey hands off him, he's with us." Pointing between himself and Mira - now it was Mira's turn to scoff of course he would use her respected reputation to rise to power. Rolling her eyes, she stalked off not before giving a brief smile to Octavia giving her the confidence boost to join the argument between the privileged. Murphy pissed Mira off, no surprise they've been on the ground for less than a few hours and there is already a power struggle.
Mira took her time to the tent that was designated to her - it was clearly done in a rush the corners were sloppy and the tent in general was tilted the lads could of done a better job if they tried but she couldn't fault them given it was their first few moments on earth and no one really wanted to be stuck creating a makeshift tent.
Almost immediately, Mira set to work pulling the hidden contraband she took from the Ark from her coat and set the down on the ground - she had a few gram bags of weed, a few proper built hunting knives complete with handles, and one flask of the Arc's moonshine. It wasn't enough to go for but it would have to last until she came up with a way to replenish the stock which may take awhile.
She scavenged the area for stray pieces of metal, hanging vines to wrap around the metal and a large rock to use as a temporary hammer. She was already at work she wasn't going to be idiotic as this peace could only last so long. By the time she had worked up a sweat under the blazing sun, she had made a good couple of knives to be distributed to those who ask.
"Is my knife ready?" Murphy called out to her knowing full well it was, he had already created a gang on unruly teenagers; he just needed a way of controlling them - this was where Mira came in. She tossed the carved metal at his feet there was no handle made for comfort it was literally a sharpened piece of metal with a bent end for a handle - nothing special.
