Valdis Einarsdottir
Valdis stood silent as others raged about the traitor—they call her Mabel—doing her thing. She could feel the tension rise, but the suspect seemed to be enjoying it instead. She understood how the other campers felt. Well, she would be feeling the same herself if she grew fond of the said traitor. While everyone else was battling about how she should be punished, Valdis couldn’t help but take more notice at the cold body of the payment. She doesn’t know her, and she doesn’t know the empousas either, but she couldn’t help but think there must’ve been at least a tad bit of reason that they chose her. But then again, what and who are the empousas anyway? They looked villainy themselves, and it would be no wonder to Valdis that they are just naturally reckless.
“Shut up, all of you.” Valdis’ attention was brought back to the trial when a certain brunette slammed the table out of nowhere… or maybe out of having no patience anymore. She started scolding the other campers, and walked out after, demanding that the traitor be locked in her cabin.
She may have cleared the debate for the punishment, but it opened a way for another argument to rise. And it was pretty immature this time—who should bring the traitor back to her cabin. But before it could become worse, another someone decided to speak up as well. He was emitting a good amount of intimidating leadership; but before Valdis could even hear what he has to say, she walked out of the room, deciding that she should not stay there for any longer as it would all turn out the same for her. Whether the convict will be executed or just be placed in an inescapable place, Valdis couldn’t care less.
She did not have anything to do other than to take a walk around the camp, checking out other things that were happening outside the trial—if there was, that is. As she followed herself to nowhere, looking at her feet, she couldn’t help but still feel a little bit unsafe. What if there was another problem to come? What if there was another traitor in the camp? The camp is wide, and considering what the brunette girl said earlier—that it wasn’t a surprise there were traitors—it wouldn’t be called being a “paranoid.”
Sighing as she looked straight up again, she stopped at the sight of another camper. She crossed her arms, “Don’t you think it’s not safe out here?” she asked.
@Sophia1233 | Ray
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I hope I did right
@BlackBlood - mentioned Mabel
I don’t know if I should tag the others I indirectly mentioned