A Selection discussion

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((I am just starting this for once your off the plane))

Bella knocked on the door to Cobie's room. "I hope she still want's to make chip's and guacamole," thought Bella. "If she says yes maybe I will ask her if she wants to eat them back in her's or my room."

"Hello?," said Bella, her voice muffled by the door. She was nervous because she hadn't made any friends yet maybe was hoping Cobie could be her first. Bella thought it was silly because when they first met she had snapped at her, but you never know.

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Cobie had finally up and left the Ladies Room. Aviva annoyed her and so did the smell of perfume in the room and the gowns and heels and makeup. She had stormed back to her room--also too fancy--and changed into a much more comfortable outfit.
She'd been secretly making a call when there was a knock.
She groaned. "What?" She called.

"It's Bella."

((I'll be back in an hour sorry))

((it's okay))

She sighed. The girl who ran into her. Great. "Why?" She didn't think she had any reason to get up right now.

"I said I was coming to take you and go down to the kitchen get our hands dirty, and make chips and guacamole," said Bella. Had Cobie forgotten? She probably looked like a fool.

Cobie opened the door. Her dark hair was in a messy, loose braid down her back and she had on a pair of sweats from home and a sweatshirt. "Oh. Right." She hesitated. People were a no. But food was a yes.
And just because she spent time with someone didn't mean she had to trust them.
"I remember. Sure we can go."

"Okay," said Bella. She was wearing an outfit similar except she had a light blue cardigan over a white tank top and black sweats. Bella grabed Cobie's hand and draged her to the kitchens.

((Let's move this into the kitchens))

((okay))

Aline took a deep breath as she knocked on Lady Cobie's room. She knew she had seen her somewhere but now she remembered

After she had returned from Bella's room, Cobie had sat on her bed, furiously typing on her phone, combat boots on and unlaced, navy hood of her sweatshirt on and over her dark hair.
She heard a knock and groaned. "What? Who is it?" She called through the door.

Aline slowly opened the room to find Cobie very irritated. With a smile she said "rebel"

"I'm sorry, what? Who are you?" She slowly shut her phone off and tucked it between her hands. "You know, a 'what' doesn't mean 'come in'." She narrowed her eyes.

She grinned. "I'd figured I would save you the trouble of calling me in. And oh I'm Aline, caste 4" And then she said the code word she was taught before to identify her fellow rebels

Cobie's jaw dropped. "Wh--you--" She stood up quickly. "Wait. Wait, wait, I..." She stared at her for a second. Cobie had been taken in by the rebels when she twelve and worked closely with their leadership. So she didn't know everyone, but she did whatever she was asked. Including spying, so she'd signed away her dignity and entered this dumb contest.
And Apparently, this girl was also a rebel. "I don't fully recognize you. But... I'm Cobie. Caste 6. Well, I was born a 6. Technically now an 8. Entered as a 4. What exactly...?"

"We should probably shut the door." She shut the door and self-invited herself into Cobie's room. She sat down on the couch opposite her.
"I know why you're here, and you know why I am. The royal family killed my Liam. And now the rebels are going to help me kill them. So i thought, huh why not we both work together?"

"But what I really dont understand is your whole 3 caste thing"

Cobie tilted her head. "Well aren't you direct," she muttered, and then sighed. "Oh. Liam. Right. Forgot you were attacked to him...I don't know some people, sorry. And look, I was in here to spy, got that? Not kill them yet. That's for us to do when I manage to find more Intel. So if you're offering to help with that, that's fine." She paused. "But I also hope you know that the prince isn't as bad as we thought. He says he'd erasing the castes. Now, until I get confirmation of that I can't tell the rebels to change plans."
She rolled her eyes. "Not that complicated. Born a 6, my family lost their jobs, my dad threw me out of the house and I became an 8. Rebels took me in and when I joined the Selection, they falsified documents so I entered as a 4 for a better chance to get in here."
One hand went to a pistol she kept on her at all times. She didn't fully trust Aline even with the passcode.

She noted that movement. Aline didn't know what to do. From when she was 10yrs she had been with the rebels. She hated the royal family back then yes, but all changed when her dad and Liam died. She only had her mom and the rebels then. Even now only them. They gave her sense of belonging. And now one of her own didn't seem to trust her
"I see you don't trust me yet. Whta do u want me to do to make you trust me?"

"And okay, we're not killing them yet." She took a deep breath. "I think ure right. The prince does seem different. But we can't rest our entire operation on him" she bit her lip thinking

"I trust nobody." Well, almost nobody. Only her sister and her mom. Not her abusive father, never him. He was dead now, but all the better in Cobie's opinion. Sure, she trusted the rebel leader enough, who had saved her mom and sister from her brother. And her commitment was whole. But it was hard to trust anyone else fully.
"I guess I'll have to trust you for now, but...that doesn't mean I'm not watching you. So. What exactly is it you want?"

"Fine okay. Im watching you too" she mumbled rolling her eyes.
" I dont what i want yet. But for now im going to collect as much info as i can. Then im going to leave it upto them"

"Watching me? You have no reason to watch me. I'm close with our leadership and was sent for Intel. " She rolled her eyes back at her. "And I never did say I needed help with the Intel gathering." Though she supposed it may be helpful enough.

" i know him well too. He was frineds withn my dad" She didnt want to argue.
" okay you know what? Youre not the only one who has problems. I have my own reasons to be here. So if youre not going to be good about it then fine okay" she folded her arms and huffed out a breath. She contemplated leaving.

"Well, he's friends with me." She rolled her eyes. "I never said I have any problems. And what are your reasons for being here? And good about what? The Intel?" She leaned back against the bedframe. "You know what? Fine. I guess we'd get more done together anyway."

"Okay. Ill let you know if I find anything" she gave her a small smile

"Sounds good." She didn't know how she felt about this recent development.

Alone stood there not knowing what to do. "Do u want me to leave?"

Cobie shrugged. "Don't have a preference." She looked up. "You're not actually trying for the prince's hand, are you?"

"No. I don't want anything to do with him. What about you?"

"Just checking. And no, absolutely not. He was more decent than I thought but there's no way I'd ever marry him. I'm here for the rebels and that's it. Oh and it looks like we may be recruiting someone, too. Bella. She's interested in joining. I'm talking to her tomorrow outside about it."

" I haven't talked to her before. Do u want me to come with you" she asked trying to keep the eagerness off her voice. She felt very lonely ever since coming here and few rebel friends would do her good

Cobie thought about it. She could indeed sense some of the eagerness in Aline's voice. And... "I think that would be fun...I already threatened Bella so two of us may intimidate her more." Cobie was, safe to say, not a very nice person. She was hurt inside, angry. And that made her mean. "I don't want someone who will turn on us, so two of us talking to her could be useful."

"Ok sounds great! Let me know when u meet her" she felt happy. Cobie, she knew wasnt a very nice person, but like her she had faced so much. Because of thta she craved people's affections while conie had closed everyone off. She respected that and atlast Aline thought she had found herself a friend

"Will do. Do you have my number?" She asked Alone.

"No i dont. "She took out her phone from her pocket and unlocked it

"Well, here." Cobie gave Aline her number and then asked for hers in return.

She gave her number and yawned. She felt sleepy.
" Talk later?"

"Yes." Cobie shut her old phone and nodded.

"Bye. See you soon" she said and left the room smiling a little

"See you I guess." When the door closed, Cobie groaned. Again.

Morrigan was lost really freakin lost. She had been trying for what seemed like HOURS to find her room. She stumbled across this room. She assumed it was hers but it didn’t help that all the doors to each room looked the EXACT SAME

She opened the door and opened it to see a room that looked nothing like hers and girl inside

“Crap, sorry” she muttered

Cobie jumped a second when the door opened. Why didn't these have locks?!
"What the heck?!" She snapped at the girl who opened the door.

“Jesus Christ chill I got the wrong room, the doors to this stupid place all look the same, it was an accident, ok?, you don’t think I wanna open a door to a compete strangers room do you? “
Morrigan said with her usual sassy attitude

Cobie snorted. "Who knows! People here are agitating, how would I know your intentions?"

“Ugh ya it doesn’t help that I hate people in general and now I’m stuck with a bunch of prissy girls for god knows how long.” Morrigan said pretty annoyed, not at cobie but at this stupid palace and the idiots in it.

With a curious tilt of her head, Cobie raised a brow. She felt exactly the same way. "I a hundred percent agree with you," she admitted, brushing some hair from her face. "This palace is too much and anyone who wants the prince is a jerk."

Morrigan bust out laughing
“I have to agree with you in that but only partly.” Morrigan leaned in like she was telling a secret “anyone who likes the prince is more brain dead and attention starved than a jerk.”