<div style="text-align: center">《 Rebel 》<br/>
Location: Near #3, 4, 5<br/>
Addressing: Clive <a class="username" data-user-id="36" data-username="Sayd" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/36/">Sayd</a>, Rachel &amp; Tobias <a class="username" data-user-id="10174" data-username="tobacco camille" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/10174/">tobacco camille</a><br/>
P<i>resent: Miles, Jeb/Josh, Owen</i>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Faz617363.vo.msecnd.net%2Fimgmodels%2Fmodels%2Fmd10000951%2F16ee3b03-71c0-4279-9741-dcc2fe1ebfaa_thumb.jpg&amp;hash=bee6a413b3f9517ab0c0c0c2f3c2c57b" title="16ee3b03-71c0-4279-9741-dcc2fe1ebfaa_thumb.jpg">
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</div>Rebel sighed. His head hurt, he was hungry, and he was beginning to wonder why in the world he had volunteered to come out here when he could have been licking his wounds back home. Those cast out were ungrateful for the presence of the guards, and as far as Rebel was concerned he didn't owe them anything. Then he recalled that it was always that way; no one appreciated the police until they needed them. But let something go wrong, and it was suddenly the cops' fault.<br/><br/>"You're asking good questions," he said to Clive. "Right now we need to find out if there are any other survivors out there. Once we're all together we can answer those questions. Unless of course," he glanced over at the other strangers. "You are all leaving. In which case we'll say our good-byes."<br/><br/>He looked foremost at Tobias and Rachel. He was here to make sure they got back to the cabins safely, not to pow wow with strangers in the dark. And despite his gratefulness that Rachel had given him some pain killers, he couldn't ignore the fact that it was their group of outcasts who caused the injury in the first place.