making friends

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Another day and there were still no damn leads on Aron. Sweet mother of Jack Daniels, where had that boy ran off to?
The Others had not exactly been a good lead, but then again, it was not like she headed the organization or was leading them on this quest. this was a personal mission of her own that had caused her to join the Others.
Aron couldn't have left the district... could he?
either way, she wasn't about to magically find him right here and right now, and so she stuck to herself, a little ways away from the other folks in the group, but close enough that she was still considered part of them.
today marked a rare occurrence when someone introduced themselves to her; more strangely, they somehow knew her name.

"What--who!?!" she exclaimed, mostly out of surprise. few people asked her name, let alone her full name.
"that's me;" she replied, "how'd you know my name?" she asked.
she was pretty straightforward in her approach,and slightly confused. social interactions were not her strong point.

"one went nuts, one got reaped, one ran away. half of 'em expect me to take off next, but I'm not going anywhere." she shrugged.

"otherwise, I'm not much to keep track of... I'm just... Marcelina. who are you again?"

her words were short and to-the-point. she had never been one for cheap talk.