<div style="text-align: center">《 Anise 》<br/>
<i>Location: Adenblume's gates; inside<br/>
Addressing: Ezra </i>​</div><br/><br/>At the gates, Ben was trying to keep people together, attempting to formulate a plan. Anise was skeptical but not so stupid to run off on her own. That didn't seem to be the case with everyone.<br/><br/>"Ain't gonna stick with a large group with no survival skills. You know what that draws in," someone said, gathering their allotted provisions. Some foodstuffs, blankets, water, alcohol, cigarettes, pocket knives, fire starters, ect.. Not all together, of course. You had to pick and choose, only allotted a certain purchase amount and each item held a different value. Anise had chosen a fire starter and a blanket, in case Ezra wasn't able to retrieve her things for whatever reason. She stuck by Kennedy, mostly. She knew him to be decent, even if she didn't know him all that well. She was still smarting from the 'no useful survival skills' comment, insecure that it had been a dig at her.<br/><br/>Anise was relieved when she finally saw the carriage arrive with her brother, along with her things. Though, it had seemed like he'd packed everything. No doubt, he hadn't been able to decide what she would need and what she wouldn't. She breathed a sigh of relief, going to her brother's side and taking in his demeanor and expression. They were all still on the inside of the gate, men operating to let out those that decided they were leaving.<br/><br/>"What happened?" Anise asked, taking the bag that Ezra indicated was hers. "Did you get your gun back from Rebel? Rachel handed it off." Something was wrong. She could tell that plainly by her brother's face. She crossed her legs in the grass and opened the bag, dumping the entire contents out. Ezra had stuffed the bag so full the zipper had been straining. She could appreciate his consideration, but she knew she would not need everything. Quickly, she tossed her slippers in the grass, then slid out of her pajama pants with no care to who saw her in her underwear. She located a sturdier pair of jeans and shimmied those on, then found a good belt to keep the jeans up on her narrow frame. Next, she donned a pair of wool socks and a pair of good running shoes. Then she slid into a puffed jacket and rolled the blanket tightly, pressing it into the duffel bag before adding back into what she considered useful. She stared at her art supplies left in the grass. Clay and sculpting instruments. A want or a need? Ultimately decided to take them. Most of her clothing she left behind. It was just too cumbersome to try and carry around. She had what she needed.<br/><br/>They'd done this before, as kids. Their parents were always on the move, from one<i>'spiritual community coop' </i>to another. They'd been uprooted more times than they could count, so it wasn't anything they weren't used to. Anise had learned what was a necessity, and what wasn't. She'd understood what it was like to not have much of her own, but it did give her an unhealthy attachment to her sculpting tools, something she had not considered particularly useful. A want, but something she'd allotted herself nonetheless.