SHORE, Lauren | Captive

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LAUREN ANIKA SHORE

TWENTY

THE CAPTIVES

CAPTURED

LILY COLLINS

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basics BIRTHDAY: November 8th STATUS: Single orientation: Straight KEY TRAITS: Snarky, Protective, Uncontrollable behind the mask Hello! My name is HANNAH and I am 16 years old. As of today, I have been role playing for approximately 5 years. I also play ELEANOR SPRING.

My whole life has been a train of disasters and fighting. For as long as I can remember, it was always "Lauren, you can't do that" or "Lauren you have to do this" or "Lauren, take care of your sister while I go kill these rebels". Never have I been my own person free to make my own choices. But that doesn't matter to me. I'm good at following directions, even if I don't like them. My younger sister has severe asthma and I've always taken care of her. Our mother died in childbirth with her and neither of us really remember her. Dad doesn't really talk about her, he just says that he blames her death on the rebels. For whatever reason. I see no connection between dying in childbirth and people who hate the City. But obviously he does. Or did... He died, you see. About two months ago. It was during a raid on the rebels, and the whole family was out in the countryside. I'm trying to learn the trade, you know how to fight and everything. Dad doesn't really like it, but he allowed me to come along with him. Even though technically girls aren't allowed to fight, the rules can be bent when it's the daughter of such a high ranking leader. My sister came along so I could keep track of her and her asthma until we came back to the City. The rebels knew we were coming, and they attacked. Dad died, and my sister and I were captured. Being locked up in a dirt-floored cell isn't my opinion of a great time. The whole rebel camp smells like smoke and it's not being kind to my sister. Every day when I wake up I have to make sure she's still alive. Then there's the boy who takes care of her with me. For whatever reason, he visits every day. I think he's a guard, but even when he's off duty he comes to see us. He's nice, and cute. But he's a rebel. They are violent, heartless. I can't trust him, and as good as he seems for my sister, he could be deadly to us both. I guess it isn't the worst of lives. I've heard the stories about people having their memories taken. At least like this, I can understand my past. I can have hopes for my future. And everything is real, there is truth everywhere. I wish I could get my sister out. I wish I hadn't brought her with. She wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for me.

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