c'est la vie ⟶ joining

[amelie]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 109%; text-align: left; padding: 20px;font-size: 12px;"]a woman without a mission, a life without purpose. yeah, amelie was feeling pretty crappy about herself as of late. the woman had been counting down the days that she would be "free" like it was her birthday. no longer an asset to be bought amelie would be able to do whatever she wanted with her life. yet when the moment arrived and amelie had sworn her past to the past somehow... nothing felt better. it felt worse. the woman had focused so much on getting the bad connotations of her job detached from herself that she had failed to look to the future. what was amelie's future? she had no family, no friends and she had personally taken care of the one individual kind enough to actually care for her. it wasn't like there was any chance of the widow beginning a family of her own anymore. something that amelie had fantasied about ever since she had first met her husband. ouch, that stung.

at first, amelie began wandering, just anywhere really. as if the opportunity to begin anew was going to just drop from the trees that amelie walked underneath. the woman kind of wished that it would. amelie didn't like feeling so lost in this world, she didn't like to be this vulnerable and weak. she just wanted something to do or she might just go crazy. but most communities took distaste to the way amelie looked and shunned her away. there was no other skill that the woman had in her arsenal with the means to provide for herself. amelie began to find herself cyclically going through groups to join and subsequently being turned away. through word of mouth or purely on appearances alone. the next stop: the rosebloods. a group amelie admittedly didn't know much about.

arriving on the border, amelie idly let her helmet switch on to survey the lands around the group's edge. she tried to give herself a clue into where the group's members were located with the enhanced sense the helmet gave her. no luck; they were too far away. that was alright, amelie was a patient person - she would just wait for someone to arrive.