Name: Mavryk
Age: Thirteen
Gender: Male
S.O: Straight
Crush: Open
Sig. Other: None
Looks:
Member of the group?: Eye, perhaps?
Other: Nothin'

Mavryk sat on top of a bed, his black hair messily covering his eyes. He ran a hand over his hair then hesitantly got up. He glanced at the bed he had been sitting on with a look of annoyance. It wasn't a very neat bed, and the matress on it was very thin, but like he had a choice.

With a sigh, he muttered, "We'll all get out of here. We'll all get out of here.." He had tried telling himself that often, but everyday he felt more and more discouraged.

Mavryk walked over to the door of the room and quietly opened it, poking his head out first to look around. Once he was sure there was no one around, he stepped out and walked left. He took only a few steps before he pa$$ed a door, and just a few paces from the door was Kazandra. With his eyes wide in surprise, he dashed over to her quietly and bent down. "Kazandra, are you alright?" He asked quickly, positioning his arms in a way to help her up. 

Kazandra looke dupslightly,the stinging in her eyes growing more painfulthe longer she kept them open. She allowed the younger male to help her up, but emidiatly staggered to a nearby table, using it to help her stand, she looked back at the boy.

"Th... ank... you." She managed to stammer before she looked at the steps that lead up to her room and a few others.

She grimaced at the look of the looming steps, the slightest motion shot pain through her body.

Her red and black hair clung to her damp face as sweat poured from her forehead. Her body shaking slightly with every second she stood.

Natasha sat on her bed, her back against the cold, hard wall. Her thin pillow was between her stomach and her knees which were pulled up to her chest. Good God, she hated the place she has been inprisioned in for so long. If only people know how inhumane orphanages were. Or did she just get lucky and get stuck in the only rat-hole prison of an orphanage?

Natasha often thought about escapeing, and cursing at herself for her inabilaty to figure out something that would work.

Throwing her pillow off to the side, Natasha stood up on her bed before jumping onto the floor, which was possibly more comfortable than the lousy excuse for a matress she slept on. She landed flat on her feet, pausing and wriggling her toes for a moment with a small smile. Her feet were bare by choice, and the floor was even colder than the walls and the crisp air that filled the building.

Natasha walked out of her small room, walking towards the stairs. The only bathroom in the building was downstairs, and she wanted to wash her clammy hands. Natasha swiftly padded down the stairs, jumping off of the second-to-last stair, once again landing flat on her feet.

Turning to see Kazandra obviously sturggling, Natasha scoffed. She was frankly a bit afraid of Kazandra, and she tried not to run her mouth around her. "What happened to her?" She asked Mavryk, her face apathetic.

((Bringin in a new character, bio in tomorrow.))

"What does it look like happened to her?" A male hissed as he walked into the room and emidiatly tried to help Kazandra.

Before he could get within a foot of her she jumped away, wincing from the shooting pain movement caused her.
"I will be fine."
She replied, straitening herself up as much as possible.

If there was one thing she would not tolerate, it was seeming week infront of every one else.

Her peircing blue eyes scanned over every one in the room, thankfully only three people... Three to many to see her hurt if it was up to her.

Mora saw Kazandra and ran down to help her up.

((Still really brain dead.))

Again, Natasha scoffed. A lot of people got beaten here, why was this time any different? Why was she getting so much attention? Three other people, one bieng a small, three-year-old girl and two being guys which she didn't know the age of.

Natashe raised an eyebrow at the male who defended Kazandra, ready to challenge him.

 Mora helped Kazandra up.

Mora put Kazandra's arm around her shoulder.

(Is that ok?)

( Kazandra is already up, dear. >3< )

Mavryk gave a nod to Kazandra, then turned his head to look at the female that had just came down the stairs. Before he could answer Natasha a male came and after he had hissed something Mavryk decided not to say anything.

Instead, he watched as another female, maybe younger than him, came and help Kazandra.

((Is Mora three or twelve..?))

((12))

( ^^Edit to 3pt for Aiden please. :C )