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Atara Raven · **01-28-2020, 09:16 AM**

Backstage, standing outside of a locker room door notably marked -Vita Frickin Valenteen- was possibly one of the last people expected to be there. To be honest, Atara had to find a considerable amount courage to even consider being there herself. Partly because she was alone and Vita had tried to drown her some days prior and also because Atara was here to do something she had little experience in.

Apologizing.

To her recollection, Atara had never denied there was some truth in what people said and thought of her. The genetic lottery, or however the Engineer puts it, had rolled in her favor and it was put to good use whenever deemed necessary. Sometimes....most times, when it came to being held accountable, she could deflect or assume innocence with a simple change in tone or expression. In this instance, as everyone knows, the blame was squarely on her shoulders.

And on her lips...and in her hand.

Point being, Atara rarely had to say sorry and more scarce was her desire to do so. Except now. Now she wanted to say sorry and instead of sending it through text or Twitter the only sincere way to do it was in person.....but not face to face.

Bracing her feet at the bottom of both sides of the door frame, Atara grasped the door handle with one hand and pulled back with the entirety of her 130lb frame.

Confident Vita-zilla couldn't open the door, Atara knocked with her free hand and then held on for dear life.

"Vita! It's Atara! Can we talk? Civily!"

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