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Started December 23, 2019 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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"Blend it a bit more," he said, bristling slightly. He was trying to help, didn't she realize that? "Otherwise, you'll pass."

“Pass what? I’m not going for a beauty pageant.” She rolled her wide eyes before going back and tweaking her makeup to what he suggested.

"You'll be in a party full of rich people, around women who wear more paint on their face than a road sign every day, so yes, it technically is."

She sighed and looked back to him. “Alright fine, but I’m not going to enjoy this.” She groaned wishing she could just rub this much makeup off her face. “What are the statistics about each of us, was there much more information then just us being married?”

"No," he said, "nothing. Just about the party, the newly married couple part, the new names, and our company."

“Then we’ve gotta be somewhat rich.” She muttered quietly. “This is gonna suck, I normally like more to base my character off of, and I don’t know a thing about our business.”

"Leave that part to me," he said, looking back down at his phone. "I'll give you the information about Luna later."

“Luna?” She asked standing up and sitting on the edge of the couch. “What’s that?”

"Our company. Luna International. Not as well known as Wolfe, but a fairly big company. They sell gear for kids learning to use their powers. It's owned by Luna and Jake Powell, and the Powells also own four major prisons, and an insane asylum."

“Oh, well then.” Joanna laughed lightly. “So I’m Luna right? I only glanced over the paper and haven’t had time to sit down and remember it all.”

"Nope. You're Daria McNason-Fellin, her cousin, and one of the spokespersons for the company." He rolled his eyes at the information. "And you're supposed to be 24."

“Well that helps some. Any relationship status on me and Luna? How close we are?” She tried looking for some other information.

"Cousin. You can make up how close you are. It didn't say anything about your relationship, although, having been sent here, you can assume she likes and trusts you." He ran his hand through his hair.

“Well what’s my “husband” like?” She asked leaning back into the couch.

"I have no idea. They gave even less information about my alias than they did yours. I'm just some random security guard who Daria married, and so I'm here for your 'protection' or something."

Joanna groaned and rubbed her face, not caring about her makeup anymore. She ran a hand through her hair before looking at Arsen. "So we're stuck with almost nothing to go off of? Wait, how well known are they? We may be able to do research." She rambled quickly standing up and running into her room. She grabbed a laptop and came back. "What's their last name?"

"Who? Wolfe or Luna?" He was fairly surprised that they had been able to maintain a civil conversation for this long.

“Our last name.” She rolled her eyes looking up from the blinking bar on the type in screen. “I’m gonna look up what I can about us.”

"Fellin." He scowled at her tone, glancing back down at his screen. And… there it was. The civility was breaking, hanging by a thread.

She took in a deep breath and typed it out. The screen loaded and minimal results showed up. "Course, if things couldn't be difficult enough as is." She muttered rubbing her face again.

"It's as if they want to make this as difficult as possible," he said, then paused. "Or they're giving us room to make up our own thing."

"I really don't want to mess this up. I have nowhere to go afterwards…" She paused and thought for a minute. Her eyes grew wide, and her breathing pattern sped. "What if they use me as the next target? What if they try to kill me because I messed this up!?" She panicked shutting her laptop looking at him.

She has nowhere to go after? He wondered, then shrugged. Oh well. He didn't care. Maybe. "Why would they use you as the next target? The System only does people who have harmed them or the country. People who deserve it," he said, putting emphasis on the word. "Unless you've done something horrible," he added, as an afterthought.

"If I mess this up, and I let this guy go, I've harmed them. I didn't do my job, and now this guy is still running free. I messed up." She rambled setting the laptop aside, standing up. She hugged herself and paced in circles. "I'd be terrified Arsen. They could kill me if they wanted to!"

"Probably," he said, not comforting at all. "But it doesn't strike me as their way. If anything, you could just run. I'm sure there's a safe place somewhere." He shrugged. "But we won't fail this. We can't. Don't worry."