<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FFFF">Aideen</span></span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1156.photobucket.com/albums/p570/Aristophillia/images_zps09f9ddfe.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #80FFFF">"I am...I don't know what I would have done without Joshua.."</span> Aideen thought a moment about just a few of the times he had gotten her out of trouble. It was disrupted by Maura's curiosity regarding the Elite. Her smooth face grew dark. Aideen looked almost..angry <span style="color: #80FFFF">"Bunch of bastards is who they are."</span> Not wanting to frighten the new girl, Aideen cleared her throat before continuing in with a calmer demeaner. <span style="color: #80FFFF">"They're the leaders of this place. Doctors, the higher ranks of the Guard, some of the more experienced engineers. They're all on some advisory board under the direction of Mr. Jones: the top dog."</span> Despite trying her best, Aideen couldn't help the hate in her voice at the mention of Mr. Jones' name. <span style="color: #80FFFF">"I hope you never have to meet that man. He's a total sleaze. Always perving on women. He's freaking depraved."</span> <br/><br/>................................<br/><br/>When dinner rolled around, Aideen took Muara to the cafeteria. She introduced the woman to a few of the other citizens and pointed out which guard members were worth trusting and which weren't. Aideen took note of Muara's meager helpings and gave an approved nod: before Joshua and herself had figured out exactly how everything worked here, they had gorged themselves at dinnertime, now they only ever ate potatos with butter.  When Muara commented on having warm food, Aideen merely nodded. Muara would learn soon enough that the warm food wasn't worth staying here. <br/><br/>In answer to Muara's question, Aideen cut open her potato and began to mix her sliver of butter in while speaking. <span style="color: #80FFFF">"We stumbled upon this place about 2 months ago. They offered us food and shelter and in exchange, Joshua was to help them on a supply run. He got hurt and needed to use some of their medical supplies. We've been here ever since." </span> Aideen only shrugged at Muara's observation of the place. She didn't know how old it was, nor did she very much care. <br/><br/>After helping with dinner and going to her room, Aideen changed into her pjs while pointing Muara to her own. <span style="color: #80FFFF">"Tomorrow you'll come with me to do laundry. Its not the most glamorous job, but it keeps you away from the creeps."</span> Aideen would have expanded more, but she wanted Muara to have at least one good night's sleep before the truth about this place really set it. Not long after lights out, there was a knock on the door. Behind it was an officer who asked for Aideen to follow him. She didn't return until just before the morning alarm sounded. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80FFFF">"If your shoulder starts bothering you too much, feel free to take a break. We're doing to actual washing today.</span> Aideen took Muara to the large laundry room. Inside were 8 large metal buckets filled with soap and water and each having a washboard leaning against it. <span style="color: #80FFFF">"We have running water and electricity, but I guess actual washing machines would use too much."</span> Aideen helped Muara get started by showing her where the wash stones were and where to hang the various clothing when done washing them. <span style="color: #80FFFF">"It's hard work, but fairly simple."</span></div>