FOR THE DAMAGED / open, mental health class

[ANIMA B.]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-size:8pt;font-family:verdana"][b]"What's the worst that can happen?" She says it with a shrug, not really believing that any good will come from this but still, she doesn't have much else to do. Her problems and her issues are not for the world to see, buried deep down and only to resurface violently, dragging her down like the strangling, choking waves of the sea in a storm. It's ironic, she's the Stormcaller, the Stormblooded but Odin doesn't exist anymore, and neither does Shiva. Anima is nothing but Anima, and what is left of the Goddess is fragmented at best.

Broken. Realistically - she is broken. Nothing that this can think.

She takes a coke, opening it and taking a sip. It's punctuated with a satisfied hum - oh boy, she's missed it so much. [b]"He's not going to wreck any future alliances giving us coke."