Molly | Location - snowy area | 17 years old | Mentions - Jasmie

Molly took the coat and examined it in awe. It was the nicest coat she had ever even held! Her eyes scanned it from it's furry hood, to the bottom. It looked so warm! As quick as she could she tore off her own coat, and slipped into the new one. It fit perfectly to her surprise. She had never felt so warm! Next, Molly searched through her own suitcase now. She had just remembered that she had brought her musher's hat to show to her brother she still had it. She pulled out the nice fluffy hat. It was her most precious possession. Her brother had given it to her when he was ten. It hadn't costed much, and was a bit worn-out, but she would never where anything else. She tugged the hat's flaps over her ears grateful for the little warmth it provided. Then she realized the buttons on the coat buttoned up to her neck! Feeling great jubilation, she buttoned up to the top, her neck warm. She sighed happily. Then she felt a little bad for wearing someone else's coat, but then again... When would they use it? It'd be better for them if they took what they could from the dead so the living could live.

Molly chose a pair of boots and tried them on. She had been surprised to find that everyone's stuff was nicer than hers. She didn't know what she expected, but she at least expected to not be the only one with bad things. But then again, who else had to move out of the house at 16, get a job, pay taxes, and basically live as an adult at an early age? Her heart sank at the idea of having to pay more money somehow after they got rescued. Maybe she'd have to pay for the clothes she took? No, no one would do that to her. She took a deep breath gathering herself, and took some necessities. Clothes, underwear (her own underwear), hairbands, two coats, and an extra pair of boots. She just managed to stuff it into her back pack. Molly swung her backpack across her strong back. She looked at the other stuff they hadn't taken, maybe they should do something with it just in case? No, no, what could they do to preserve it from animals? Damn it, why did she always have to have bad ideas?

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Cat

Cat sat down by a tree, the gun by her side. She started braising something small. She knew the others would notice, but she honestly didn't care. Why should she? She had free will. A large breeze came about, makings cat hair billow in the breeze. She shuddered. Not the best day to wear a tank top and skirt. She sighed, continued braiding. Always braiding.

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((Btw, you guys are right, some people can bring weapons into planes))

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Molly | Location - snowy area | 17 years old | Mentions - Jasmie, Cat

Molly looked over at Cat. She was braiding something, obviously, but it was none of her business. She didn't want anyone asking her why she was wearing a worn out hat instead of a nice one, so she wouldn't ask what the girl was braiding. But she would make sure she didn't freeze to death. A friend alive is better than a stranger dead. She picked up a coat, and some warmer pants. Then Molly grabbed a boots and a hat. She trudged through the heavy snow towards the girl. She dropped the stuff at her feet. "You should put this on, you don't want to freeze to death. By the way, I'm Molly." She said to the girl holding a gun, un-intimidated. She'd seen a gun before, not aimed at her though. Aimed at her mother. Her father had threatened to shoot her mother, but never did after a lot of begging on her behalf. Molly pushed the memory away. Most people used a gun to threaten, not to harm. She'd be safe.

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Cat

Cat looked up at the cheerful girl, gladly accepting the gifts, putting them on. "Thank you, I'm Catherine. But you can call me cat." She said in a soft nervous voice. She held up a ticket for Molly. "Here..." She said quietly. In her hand was carefully braided grass in the shape of an angel playing a trumpet. It was one of her best and most practiced designs. "You can keep it if you want." She said softly.

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Molly | Location - snowy area | 17 years old | Mentions - Cat

Molly stared at the trinket amazed. She probably braided it like she was doing right now. She just stared at it for a moment, unable to speak. Molly turned over the delicate angel in the palm of her hand. She looked up at Cat and replied, "It's beautiful!" She finally spoke. Molly had always been a calm, kind of laid-back girl. It took a lot to upset her, and to awe her. This was a rare moment the teenager could be amazed. The only other person to ever awe her was her brother, and her friend. Never had someone she just met amaze her.

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Jasmine~ mentions Molly, Cat

Jaz screamed in delight of what she found in the next bag, causing more than a few heads to turn in her direction. there was simple swiss army knife, a few bras (i mean seriously, that would be scream worthy) and several bags of junk food. someone snuck quite a few things on the plane... she thought before waving Molly and Cat over prepared to share the precious food.

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Molly | Location - snowy area | 17 years old | Mentions - Jasmie, Cat

Molly turned her head around, her thick brown hair falling in her face as she did so. She swung it back quickly, making a mental note to put it up when she saw what her friend had screamed about. She came over to where Jasmie was standing, her blue eyes shone with curiosity, and then delight at the bag of goodies. When was the last time she had a treat? 9 or 10 months? She couldn't remember, it had been right before her brother left to live with their grandma though. And that had only been a few cheap sweetish fish bag they'd shared. Now Molly was staring down at the candy, as if her friend had just got a million dollars and was sharing it with everyone. "Is that, candy?" She asked just to make sure she was right.

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Cat

Cat walked over, then blushed. "Err.. That's my bag." She said in her soft voice. She smiled softly, chuckling to herself. "I have a sweet tooth." Cat reached down, separated the candy into five piles, giving everyone their fair share, even the jerk butt boy. She smiled kindly at the girls in her shy way.

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Molly | Location - snowy area | 17 years old | Mentions - Jasmie, Cat, Michaelis, Leo

Molly grinned happily. She quickly gobbled up her share. "Thanks!" She exclaimed. She certainly looked like she had never had candy ever, though she had had it before, but like stated earlier, a long time ago. Molly wondered if her knew friends had candy often. Who knew? She'd learn a lot about them eventually though if they were stranded for long... hopefully it wouldn't come to that though. "I found a cave yesterday that's pretty big we can all share to sleep in." She offered politely. She figured that they'd have to stick together, and the cave she found might work. Sure the ground was hard, but life was going to be hard. Maybe the cave would be to unsecured though? "Or if anyone else has a place in mind, we should try that out to." She added just o be sure. She didn't want to offer these people a place to stay when there might be somewhere better!

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Cat

Cat, who had purposely given herself a much smaller share than the others, tucked her small amount of candy into her pocket. Cat was so skinny, you'd think she was dying. But, no, she was simply one of those people who were skinny. She was about to agree when her eyes glazed over, her bright green eyes turning a dark gray color. She slowly pulled out the gun she had found, aiming it at the woods behind them. She knew the others couldn't see anything. But she could. She always could.

((cat is strange because she sees things others cant, hear things when others cant. She was born with very enhanced vision and hearing, as well as smell.))

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Jasmine~ mentions Cat and Molly

Jasmines head snaps up at the strange activity from Cat. she cocks her head, curious of the strange girl. she glances at molly and nods her head smiling before turning back to Cat, hand on her back pocket where her knife sat, waiting to shed blood.


((okie, so she lived with her grandmother a little while and she was mentally abusive. when she moved back in with her parents she was mentally cracked and not their little girl anymore, she had become defensivly violent,))

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Molly | Location - snowy area | 17 years old | Mentions - Jasmie, Cat

Molly looked up immediately and gave a small curt nod back to Jasmie. She stood up, ripping her own pocket knife out of her picket, and flipping open the lid. She stood in her ready stance. Whatever was there she could take it! Molly was able to deal with her parents for 16 years, she could handle anything! She couldn't see her hear what was there but she guessed Cat knew something...

((OK! Also sorry mine is shorter than usual I'm tired :P))

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Cat

Cat only vaguely noticed the girls next to her. She let out a sharp whistle, as if calling a disobedient dog. A dog, kinda looking like a wolf, but no, it was a husky, emerged from the undergrowth. The dog ran up to cat, licking her hands and legs excitedly. Cat lowered her gun, patting the dog on the head. The dog growled at the other girls, circling 'round Nikki protectively. It was clear this dog wouldn't let anyone else touch it, or Nikki, for that matter.

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Molly | Location - snowy area | 17 years old | Mentions - Cat, dog

Molly's eyes widened in surprise. She loved dogs! She had 10 dogs of her own, though she didn't legally own them, due to financial difficulties. She never participated in real dogsled races, she just raced herself on an empty street or drove to a meadow to mush. She stared at the dog, understanding that it didn't want to be touched. Her oldest dog, the mother of the nine puppies, was very protective to. It took a lot to get her to be friendly. It made Molly's life easier though, having half stray dogs as pets. They got half their food on their own! She wondered if they'd be OK back in Minnesota...

(( I don't want to bring to many dogs into the story, or seem like I'm desperate (OK I kind of am :p I just love dogs!) but can I possibly add one of Molly's dogs? Say it sneaked onto the plane? This may sound sad, but it could die later on for the sake of the rp if needed! ))

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