<strong>Marnie Tarnish</strong><br/><div class="floatright">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRi5V4TMOrJJEHG2z1_R4qoiJzTT6yEO8p8WRGKtc3c9J9zSpZx9G3X8dx3tQ)</div>Known; Sparrow<br/><br/>The frail girl had been locked away in the dark, disgusting old basement for far too long. She wasn't sure what day it was, or what time of day, but she knew her choice had been an awful one and she refused to ever have such poor judgement again. After a long, thorough shower, she had fixed up her make-up and made sure her curls were tight and bouncing with every step. A sigh and a nod indicated to her mirror image that she was ready to work, so she left the small cottage-like house and made her way out onto the street. It wasn't long before she figured out what her first assignment was to be; the huge tour bus loomed before the diner like a crazy-looking omen. Glancing at the windows, she saw her target and stepped inside, a bright smile plastered on her face- unlike the Head Sparrow's, her's was genuine.<br/><br/>"Hello, there!" She greeted the group with enthusiasm, making sure to look at each of them, though her eyes lingered upon one in particular. He had messy black hair and was very skinny, and very cute. Cute being the optimal word in her case. Being barely over eighteen and decently innocent, she had a head that was always in the clouds. The confines of the small town didn't do much to expand her knowledge base, even if she was one of the few who could leave. "My name is Marnie Tarnish! I live right up the street and I do a lot of social planning in this town. I couldn't help but notice you roll in," she motioned to the bus outside the window, "and I thought I'd come and welcome you to our little town! You're actually just in time for our annual corn festival!" The look on the girl's face was of pure innocence and lack-luster happiness. She had nearly completely forgotten her confines, though the dread still rested in the back of her mind, so she could now be her happy-go-lucky self.