"Don't forget this one!" One of the guards said gruffly, grabbing a wiry, dark haired girl. The fact she went so willingly surprised him, and after a few brief moments, sent the girl to join a group. One with two other young women, one with orange-ish hair and eyes, the other with dark blue highlights.<br/><br/>Unlike most of the other children, Olive hadn't spoken one word of ill will. She was scared of what was out there. She was angry that the government was relying on teenagers to do their job. But, Enrgie was what her family needed in order to sustain itself, and for her parents, she would leave home. And she would come back alive.<br/><br/>Her black hair was choppily cut, hacked off just yesterday with the blade of a kitchen knife, more for her own symbolic purposes than anything else. Olive wrung her hands in the fanbric of her shirt anxiously, casting the other two girls a curious, sidelong glance. She didn't even know their names, and they were expected to fight together as a team? Preposterous. Instant chemistry didn't exist. And, catching the blue-haired girl's tense posture... She wouldn't be talking anytime soon.<br/><br/>Which was a shame. They both seemed strong and smart, on edge, but not crying like most of the others. Even Olive felt her eyes watering, and she had made it a rule since childhood to never let emotion show. It was a sign of weakness. She was filled with admiration--but never let it show on her face.