<div class="floatleft">(http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonline.com/492d8f9fa75a8b68fd9782d10012cd51/http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h97/Fair_One_Of_The_Last_Dusk/Male%20Anime/Anime.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Olive Hemsworth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Airship<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/>Olive looked up at ceiling as the announcement rolled out. He'd heard Rainbow Brite's statement, and chose to ignore it. She'd lose that attitude soon enough. It didn't matter how tough and strong you were, if you didn't have a plan, you were just flailing. Sometimes you got lucky flailing. Olive wasn't one to rely on luck. He didn't fight the crowd's push toward the windows, drifting with them toward the window. Not that he was pushed to much. Olive was hard to push in this get up. However, it didn't provoke the same emotional response from Olive as the others. He wasn't in awe, he wasn't visibly excited. He certainly wasn't scared. The best way to put it would be to say he exuded 'quiet satisfaction.' Olive had a long way to go, but he'd taken a step on the path.<br/><br/>Rainbow Brite's shout of joy got another eye roll and a head shake, but Olive started moving down the ramp. He wasn't running, just moving at a nice constant walk, but his posture and bearing said it was a choice, and not something demanded by his equipment. Olive headed toward the central building at the walking pace, ignoring those that decided it was time to take... detours. He had his directions, and was following them, his steps on the footpaths audible to anyone listening.