Elizabeth: hands her the bow. Kaitlyn: there's a competition, of sorts. Testing our abilities to survive out here. Like survival skills, agility and so on. Who ever doesn't meet her standards gets kicked out. you are aloud to stop others from looking better than you and that's basically all that she told us.
Emmy: sheaths daggers. "We've all ran away. What else do we have to prove?" Erik: smirks. "Some competition." Raul: sits down and rubs edge of blade.
Sky: that I can do Snow:-sighs knowing she's most likely going to fail having known next to nothing on fighting or surviving-
Kaitlyn: all we have to remember us that she's a runaway too. She formed this group so I think we all owe her a bit of respect. I mean most of us have just runaway. Others like me have been running for a while. She's been able to form a group which is pretty brilliant. We can work off of each other. Because by being a part of this group we have to help each other out. Elizabeth: drawing in the dirt.
Emmy: "What are we supposed to do? I don't have any talent." Erik: leans up against a tree. Raul: wipes the blood of his knife.