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[Amber Juliea Watkins]

Amber climbed out of her new camp, it was in a ravine in the woods, she had gotten rid of her shoes and mattress, replacing it with a sleeping bag. She had twigs in her hair, mud on her jeans, but she was probably right for moving. Still she was mad that her boots were dirty. she ran a hand through her hair getting rid of the twigs. She hated wilderness. She was a city girl born and bred. She was still sad about having to give up her shoes but the dumbed Marine was right. She hated him for that. Even if his advice might help her live, it was annoying, and it didn't help that she had to steel, her sleeping bag. She hated steeling. She hated being this idiot afraid of doing any thing wrong. Why couldn't she just do what every one Else was and only care about what happened to her. Why did she have such a sense of right and wrong. shouldn't killing people have ended that, why did it make it harder for her. She didn't want it to be she wanted to not care about any one but her self, not care about anything but her own life. Why cant she be normal.

[Brooklyn Wilde]

Sighing, Brooklyn climbed over some trees. Hunting time. She had just ran out of food. She had been putting it off again and again, even though procrastinating when it came to food wasn't good. It didn't stop her from doing it, though. And now, she was completely out. Lesson learned.

Well, maybe.

She had given up on meat. She hated it in the first place- gave it up when she was really young, but it was hard just looking for fruit and vegetables. The land wasn't that good for growing crops. Most fruit trees were dead. Hard times, indeed.

She hoisted her bag over her shoulder as she walked. There weren't many people living in this area, so she hoped there would be some food. Then again, more people meant more options of stealing. She definitely wasn't above stealing to get what she needed- even if it was from a family. Everybody for themselves.

She made he way into a small clearing, where she saw some people set up camp. One girl stood out, as she was closest to her. She didn't look too happy either. "A little dirt getting on your nerves?" she asked the girl-who looked like her age, a sneer in her voice. Why couldn't people just get used to things like that? It wasn't going to change any time soon.

[Amber Juliea Watkins]

Amber rolled her eyes. "No, no I actually enjoy being covered in what I can only assume and hope is mud and not some shit of some stupid god forsaken animal. Of course this is getting on my nerves! I smell like a fucking sewage waist dump!" she said sarcasm in her voice then yelling the last to lines. "And whip that smirk of your face!" she added. She looked this girl over, she was wearing some military uniform. "Great another branch of the military." she muttered "and she had to be a fucking tee shipping English one to." she had noticed that her Irish accent became more prominent when she was angry. You see Amber hates the British, she hates the fact that they rule her home land, or use to, Thats the whole reason she had made the royally stupid mistake of joining the IRA as her tattoo clearly stated. "IRA wants Brits out."

In contrast to the other women, Amber was wearing a camouflaged sleeveless top, (the only other one she had besides her black one.) and jeans, still she kept the same army boots. They were comfy and could withstand anything, snow mud any thing. Besides they were the only other thing she had ever stolen.

[Brooklyn Wilde]

Brooklyn gritted her teeth. These types annoyed her. "Grow up, girl." Even though they were about the same age, she was throwing a tantrum like a little pre-teen breaking a nail. "We all smell like that. You think you are special, honey? Time to face facts. You are no one in this world, and need to stop thinking about petty things like having a little fucking mud on you. Poor baby," she sneered. C'mon, seriously? That's what she is mad about? "Grow a fucking brain."

She observed the other girl, what she was wearing, and how she talked. Irish, from the sound of it. Another smirk appeared on her face. Well, no wonder the girl is annoyed at the Brits. They ran over her country after all.But still, it was no reason to be bitter. It was how the world was. Ireland was just a weak country, an easy target.

"Conquered or be conquered. Very simple. It's common sense, if you had any. Besides, it wouldn't have changed anything. You'll still be there, smelling like the sewer, with twigs and mud on you. Tough luck, hun," she stated. "No need to cry over spilt milk all your life."

[Amber Juliea Watkins]

Amber fixed the women with a glare of pure unadulterated hate. "Look, you tea sipping, crumpet crunching, sheep fornicating English bitch! I don't care who you think you are but don't you dare talk to me like that or with that stupid ignorant smirk on you face!" she said, she knew what the girl was talking about by conquer or be conquered. "Dear god, it's people like you who got us into this fucking hell whole! Why the hell do we have to 'conquer or be conquered'. If every one had minded their own fucking business we wouldn't be in this mess. And that especialy goes for the fucking inbreed English. I mean dear god, if countries could have mental disorders your's would have a control problem, and probably be kleptomaniac to."

It was as if Amber was a time bomb that had been sitting, quietly, waiting for the right person to set her off. This poor British person seemed to be the one. It was as if just the sound of an English accent ignited the same hatred that use to be there when she had first joined the Irish Republican army. The hatred that told her to fight this English person no mater what happened. It was completely irrational, but it was still there.

[Brooklyn Wilde]

Brooklyn just sighed. And here we go, she thought. "So, the Irish doesn't drink tea? Amazing. How do you even know what it is then? You need to step into the 22nd century. We don't do stereotypes no more, haven't you heard? Get out the past, and start living for today. You think calling me all that is an insult? It's my country, dumbass. Try again." She rolled her eyes. Some people. Who even stereotypes like that these days?

She walked closer to the girl, glaring at her. "Does it ever occur to you not to talk when your IQ is so low? Its how life is. You can't change it. Instead of me trying to change it, I go with the flow. Unfortunately in this world, sweetheart, that motto is strong. Get out the fantasy world you live in."

She smirked upon hearing what she said last. "Well, at least we have the guts to take control. Always better than being weak. And stealing isn't so bad. We know how to get what we want, and won't stop at anything to get it. Now, how is that bad?" She flashed her a sweet smile, oh-so-fake.

[Amber Juliea Watkins]

Amber glared at the girl. Then in the mist of angry insults full of degrading phrases which were filling her head in a hurricane of hatred, one singular voice rang clear as a church bell on Sunday morning. Don't become what you once were. Wasn't that what you were afraid of? being so filled with hate that you become an easy target to be messed with, to be suckered in to committing a crime that other wise you would never do? Get in control, rule your emotions. Don't let your emotions rule you. Never let that happen not again, never again. Never again will you be the one to cause pain and suffering. Not as long as you stay in control, who is this girl any way? Is she really worth your time? No! Just walk away, for once do the non-Irish thing.

These thoughts calmed Amber to the point where she could think clearly. She looked up at the sky for a second ignoring the girl then she said out loud. "As long as we....as long as any one thinks like that, there will be no order, we will be stuck in the dark ages. And make no mistake this is a second dark ages. the world needs to unite, in order to live. Either that or die one by one." she said. Takeing a deep breath she added, "sorry about the english bitch thing...old habits die hard."

[Brooklyn Wilde]

Brooklyn Wilde just laughed at her. "You think you can change the world? I would like to think that the world needs to unite, that something can be done. But it isn't like that. No matter how hard you wish it. So, if I were you, I wouldn't spend all that angry energy on useless nonsense. Deal with what you have. And that isn't crying over how the world should be. Stop being naive." She never dwelled on the things that should be happening. What' the point? More than likely, you wouldn't be able to change it, anyway. The world is a mess. Not going to improve any time soon.

She just shrugged at the girl's 'bitch' comment. "Don't worry. I am one. No need to apologize. Another lesson: don't apologize for anything. Just makes you an easy target, one of the weak. You can't exactly live on emotions these days." That's when everyone came begging to you for things. Or just takes it, figuring you wouldn't stand up enough to care. Just got annoying. Be a bitch, and no one messes with you. Her personality really came in handy after the war.

[Amber Juliea Watkins]

Amber looked up at the sky. Then sighing she found a tree and climbed. she sat in the branches and looked up. "It could be like that though. It's happened before, we just need a leader, a good leader. Back in the dark ages it was the church that helped make things better, it was king aurther, even if he wasnt real, it was the idea of him that helped the world. So thats all we really need, an idea, something to make tomarow look a little brighter."

Ambers eyes were fixed on the sky which was getting dark. "You know, back before the war, I use to save up money just to get a flight some where, any where really. I just loved the feeling of being off the ground. It felt so free, like nothing was holding me back, not my parents, not my past, not anything. A friend of mine, his name was marco, he owned a plane, got it from his grandpa, and he would take me up. The earth looked so beautiful from high up. And the funny thing was, every one looked the same, I suppose even english and irish look the same from several thousands feet in the air. I wonder if thats how..." but she stoped talking, she was sounding foolish. "It dosnt matter I guess, probably looks compleatly diffrent now."

[Brooklyn Wilde]

Brooklyn rolled her eyes. "We don't have one. Never will have a good one. So stop talking about it." This whole thing was getting on her nerves. This girl obviously didn't seem to get what she was trying to say. Either she was stubborn, naive, or just plain stupid. Well, she couldn't be all stupid if she was still alive. She's made it this far. So Brooklyn was leaning more towards the stubborn, naive part. It was still annoying, however.

She was about to walk away, and leave this girl right there, and not look back. She didn't have enough patience. That is, until she started talking about flying. Ah, so they had something in common. How interesting. She nodded in understanding. "I know how you feel. It's why I joined the Air Force. And you are wrong, again. Everywhere there is destruction and chaos. They look the same more than ever now," she said. She remembered flying right after the war, and you could hardly tell any place apart. All suffered severe damage. It was sad. She liked picking out the uniqueness of each country and land. No more were there those differences.

[Amber Juliea Watkins]

Amber sighed. "I miss it, it was my second love, my first was the theater, I was a actress in musicals. Thats where I met marco." she said. she looked up at the sky as though it held some great truth. "I hope he isnt alive, I know that sounds tarribal, but I dont want him seeing the world like this, war torn, I think, it would be better if he died when he went off to fight the war. I told the idiot not to, but he wouldnt listen. He said I was fighting the war to free irland, he would fight the war to free the world. He was always a little stuborn, but god on stage with him, it was better then flying. The world was open again, but I was even more free. I could be any one any where. And every one is equal on stage, ever one is important."

You could tell from her voice she loved acting. suddanly a song popped into her head, and for the first time since the end of the war she sang.

"There's gotta be something better than this
I know that there's so much out there to see
And I know this life I'm living
Can't be my destiny
There's got to be something better
Something better
There's got to be something better
Than this for me" she sang. then she closed her eyes, "God, until now I never relized how folish that song was."

[Brooklyn Wilde]

Brooklyn looked at the girl with disbelief. "You would rather a person be dead, than to face reality? I'm sorry to tell you this, but this is life. If everyone died because life wasn't to their liking, there wouldn't be a single soul left on this earth. Are you completely daft? Wake up, for goodness' sake. You must be pretty off your rocker to want someone dead for that reason alone. Maybe you actually hate the guy deep inside. You may want to think on that." She couldn't understand this girl's way of thinking. She was completely dimwitted. Maybe she was the type with book sense, but no common sense. Living in a dream world. A fantasy. How she hated those types. What good was dreaming?

She sighed when the girl started to ramble on her about her life. She didn't even know her name! Why the hell does she care about 'Marco', or about her apparent loves? She didn't. She sighed even louder when the girl began to sing.

"Yes, its a stupid song. So don't sing it." She was highly annoyed now. She wasn't in the happy mood for 'singing'. Nor for that song, when it was so clearly wrong. Something better, her arse.

[Amber Juliea Watkins]

Amber stared up at the sky, now freckled with stars. "They never change do they, or should I say it, the earth can change, people can change, but no matter what, no matter what war takes place, no matter who dies the sky will always be the same. We could all die tomarrow, just, stop liveing, drop dead and turned to dust, but the sky would stay the same. Mind you it would probably be better off, along with the earth. We humans do so much harm, so meny tarribal things, and we dont even know until....until its to late, untill we do something stupid, something so stupid it destroys our homes are towns our cities, our lives, till it takes countless lives and all because we are greedy and have no sense of right and wrong. We did this to ourselves. no one made us and now we pay the price. It's no wonder this has happened to us. We failed to learn from our own mistakes, we failed to see where our actions would lead us. We failed to relieze that what we were doing was wrong in many ways." through this whole speach Ambers voice remaind calm, even. "Its almost...poetic, in a sick way.

[Brooklyn Wilde]

Brooklyn wanted to bang her head against the tree. This girl wouldn't shut up, will she? Well, it was her fault for staying. She had nothing else to do though. So its gotten this pathetic. She would rather listen to the girl ramble on about nonsense than look for food. She hated that task, anyway. Besides, she was relaxed. She slid down the tree, sitting on the ground Indian-style, leaning her back against the tree. She would just have to turn her out. Brooklyn always did that, so it wouldn't be that hard.

The other girl rambled on about how the sky never changes. She had to agree with the girl, at least. Amazing, she understood what she was saying. Well, the first part at least. She didn't fully agree with last part. "We all know right from wrong, we just prefer the wrong side of things. It's human nature. There is an accident on the side of the road, we all want to see. We all want some disaster to happen. Some cool new way a murderer caught a victim. We see some girl getting raped, and no one helps, but rather just watch. Some people wanted the war just for the sake of war. In a way, everyone knew where this was going. But the excitement in our otherwise boring lives was too good to pass up."

[Amber Juliea Watkins]

Amber smiled a little. "I guess thats why Greek tragedies are so popular. I never thought of it that way. Personally, I would rather be bored then living in this life. Then again, I'd rather be living this life then dead." she said. she got up and climbed higher. She climbed as high as she could. "you know this could be a chance to start over. I mean doesn't the saying go you have to loose every thing in order to see what is important. Well what have human kind lost if not everything. Our law, our government, our sanity." she began thinking, then she did something she hadn't done in years. She laughed, hard she then flipped over and hung from a branch by her knees, still laughing her hair hanging loosely she held her shirt down, or up depending how you look at it and kept laughing, her laugh was wild like a mad scientist. She couldn't say what she was laughing at but suddenly something struck her as funny, and made her laugh for the first time since the war. "I'm sorry I never told you my name, here you are listening to my thoughts and past and you don't even know my name. I'm Amber. and you are?"