( This is just a simple role-play written in third person. Anyone may join if you'd like. ))
Arizona carries a giant, worn, and obviously cluttered box in her arms. She was used to carrying all of the weight and hurting her back. It was like she couldn't feel any pain at all anymore. She walked inside of her pueblo and set the box down on the wool woven rug, sitting down in front of it. She felt a little happier after opening the cardboard box. She pulled out a small bottle of lavender, her old teddy bear and one of the grey bands she wore during war as these people took her for the land she had been created in. She remembered finding her new daddy and leaving Mexico behind. She lets a small smile cross her lips, feeling foreign as she did so. She never smiled in fear of getting her emotions read. She just replaces her face with a blank look every time she speaks to anyone. It is one of those things she finds quite personal, having the need to hide it from everyone. She thought of herself like a turtle, always hiding when she is scared, but instead hiding her emotions instead of away from all civilization itself. " I guess I can talk to someone. It makes me feel less alone. " She says to herself in a quiet voice. Turning her phone on, she decides to call someone, picking anyone in her contacts. As it rings, she wonders about who she even picked to speak to. She'd find out who it was once her call was answered, however.
