⌘║◈Ƭєяяα Ɲσνα◈║⌘ 〖ᴿᵒˡᵉᴾˡᵃʸ〗 discussion

Two large huts joined together with chairs and tables. A long counter along the backside of the huts that has silverwear and cups/plates/etc on the end of it. Food is placed on the counter and four 10 gallon containers of water are stacked up on the far side of the wall. A porch stretches around the length of both huts with a rope pully to get down and back up.

Inside one of the two huts, Adara sat back in one of the chairs and her feet on the table. In her position, Adara had two of the chair's legs off the table and a knife and banana in her hands. Like normal, the Intelligence Officer had the lack of conversation and enthusiasm at her disposal, by which lead to her sitting at one of the tables in the hut by herself. As Adara cut away the banana with every small cut of her knife, She would pop the piece in her mouth and move onto the next slice.

Today, Adara wore her traditional jean shorts and red and Black tank. Not to mention her worn combat boots, her shoulder length black hair tied into a ponytail and wrapped by a red bandana, and her silver dog tags dangling around her neck. I wasn't often anyone saw her wear something nice, or even a tad girlish. The only thing Adara cared about was keeping herself safe.