Out Of Character Chat

FUN FACT!
In my book thing with Avie and Cassy as the leading couple, their first kiss was actually at a Halloween party! But Cassy was drunk!

idk I just really wanted to share that...
 
The Rage of Arte​

Arte stepped forward from the doors leading towards the others. He'd left early in an attempt to give the other's some time to prepare. In his eyes, the protection of those who he considered friends was as important as his creations. As he firmly sealed the door, he looked forwards across the field, noting the armed soldiers moving forwards. He gently touched the two pistols secured to his waist. He didn't think he'd have to use them so soon.

He slowly began to walk forward, towards a burly looking man that seemed to be the leader. He idly wondered why it was never an intellectual who ran these types of groups, it was always the big, tough guys. He supposed that from the perspective of those who were physically advantaged, someone smaller, yet smarter than them was an insult.

Besides, most organizations wanted pawns, people who would follow their commands to the letter.

"It is recommended that you leave promptly" Arte said softly, his voice carrying across the field despite this.

The man observed Arte. While he wasn't particularly big, it was obvious that Arte had some muscle on him. All in all, this kid in front of him looked just like that...a kid. But he was under orders to gather all the people here and transport them to the higher ups for testing. Apparently, they had some special skills or something. He wasn't supposed to know the details, only that some of them were dangerous.

One of his soldiers stepped up and handed him small device with some basic information "Arte Mestiere? Says here he is an inventor, or an artist. Loner type" he said softly "Listen kid, we have orders and you don't look like you've had any military training, it would be best if you just surrendered peacefully, we have orders to use force if necessary"

Arte was slightly impressed, it seemed that he'd misjudged this person. It was a shame that they were on opposite sides, an intelligent, strong person was hard to come across and they certainly needed allies. Then a sound came from his pocket and he reached in, pulling out the phone he'd been given. He smiled slightly when he saw the message before frowning deeply. Katy was fine and stabilized.

She and several others had been harmed in the last skirmish they'd had with the organization these people worked for. Luckily, they had people like Dulci who could increase the growth rate of healing herbs, and others who could heal directly.

"I will say it one more time. It is recommended that you leave promptly". His eyes said that there would be no room for negotiation. The way he stood in front of the door clearly stated that he wouldn't be moving and allowing them to reach the others.

The man sighed and made a hand signal. Several men moved forward, their guns trained on Arte.

The young man's frown deepened even further. With an almost imperceptible movement, he flicked one of the guns forward and fired several times. All of the men moving towards him were quickly knocked down.

Several of the other soldiers took a step back, surprised at how coldly this young man had gunned down their allies. However, the leader looked at the downed soldiers and saw small darts sticking out of their necks.

"In respect for your intelligence, I didn't use any lethal means, though I do posses them" Arte said calmly as he pulled the other gun from his waist and leveled it at the man "I rarely miss"

His anger bubbled right under the surface, barely maintained by his logic. His friends had been hurt by these people, the woman he loved had been hurt by these people. But he kept his calm, knowing that should he push this matter further, they'd only be hurt even further.

His thoughts were broken by another man stepping up. This man seemed far more intelligent than the others "What interesting accuracy, almost perfect" he looked at the leader "Take him and the other useful ones alive, the ones who aren't, kill them" then the man faded away like a hologram.

Arte's fingers tightened around the gun slightly as he heard that.

"Sorry kid, nothing personal but-" the leader's words were broken by the crack of a rifle as it's bullet raced towards Arte. Time seemed to slow down as Arte quickly examined all the faces of the soldiers. He could see fear and anger, hatred. Hatred for they who were different, who possessed unexplained abilities. The leader would do his job, but his subordinates weren't that well trained.

Then, with a burst of energy, Arte's shirt was destroyed, scattering his vest from his body and leaving him bare chested. What the soldier's saw startled them even further as the bullet was blocked in the moment it reached him "Seems there isn't any space for diplomacy" Arte's anger began to bubble over.

Extended from his back was a large, steel like arm which had blocked the bullet for him. As the arm moved away from him, the soldiers could see the rage in Arte's eyes "You assume I am weak because of what you know. But for those of Olympia, what you know doesn't even begin to touch the corner of the canvas"

Slowly, a figure pulled itself from the shining symbol on his back "I am Arte Mestiere, Reincarnation of Daedalus!" the figure stood at nearly eight feet tall "I am the inventor of the Labyrinth, holder of it's sole prisoner, The Minotaurus" the beast stood behind him, wielding a great axe, it's eyes blazed with Arte's Rage.

"You have harmed my friends, those I love" he knelt down and prepared to fight "Leave now and be spared, stay and know you will cover this field as my Art"
 
I wrote that short story thing based on that fun fact -.-
It's kinda crap, but...

Toby sure knew how to throw a party. The “Party Boy of Munich” certainly lived up to his status.

In preparation, Avie was busy styling the girls’ hair in her room, humming to herself as she did so. True to form, she was wearing a cat costume, but not a slutty one, as Jackie would have donned. No, she was wearing a faux fur-lined bolero and black tank top (which was the sexiest part of the outfit even though its cut wasn’t terribly low) along with a spotted miniskirt and black leggings. Fuzzy ankle boots finished the outfit, as well as a pair of fuzzy cat ears. Avie’s hair was parted into two pigtails, and the other girls cooed over her outfit every chance they got.

Having put Jackie’s hair in an elaborate updo, she raised her arms (which bore black fingerless gloves that had netting up to the elbow) and smiled. “All done, Jackie!” she chirped, bouncing up and down excitedly. A brown tail was attached to her miniskirt, and it waved as she twirled. Jackie grinned and raised a hand to her hair, her earrings clinking with the movement. She was dressed as a debutante, with a low-cut lavender bodice and royal purple tulle skirt. Her sheer white gloves went to her upper arms, and despite the dated attire, she still looked as stunning as always.

Ivy, meanwhile, had decidedly dressed as a zombie slayer from her favorite book series, the White Rabbit Chronicles. Her long hair was tied back in a ponytail with a black bandana encircling her head. A tight, black long-sleeved shirt was paired with black cargo pants and combat boots. To top it all off, two black streaks of paint were brushed on her cheeks.

And finally, Nomika was dressed as Ebenezer Scrooge, complete with striped nightshirt and cap. She hugged a pillow to her chest and scuffed her bunny slippers along the floor. Avie had decided she would keep a close eye on Nomika just in case she fell asleep in the middle of the floor.

Jackie stood up from the chair in front of Avie’s vanity, which was anything but vain. Turning to the other girls, she waved a slate gray fan toward the door. “I believe it’s time for the hostesses to make an entrance. Let’s go par-taaaay!” Ivy linked arms with her and strode out the door to meet their guests. Avie followed Nomika out the door, blinking at the amount of people already taking up the living room.

In the corner of the room, Cole had set up a bar, and he was busy serving drinks and flirting with practically everyone. He was dressed as Horace from Family Guy, but his shirt was open, causing guys and gals everywhere to glance at him appreciatively. Nomika immediately went over to the bar, and Cole smiled and slipped her a coffee mug, which she raised in a mock toast.

Meanwhile, Toby danced through the room in his unspecific outfit from the eighties, including a flashy shirt and bell bottom jeans. Jackie laughed at him, and in response he twirled her. A gaggle of girls surrounded him, cups of beer in their hands. Toby, however, was dry, and he tiptoed around everyone who had a drink. Thankfully, Cole refused to serve anyone who was underage, so Ivy and Olly were sure to stay sober.

Avie tilted her head, searching the crowd for Cassy. He’d been teasing the household for weeks, saying that everyone would love his costume. Instead, she was approached by Olly first, who looked positively charming in his prince outfit. “One of the characters from my favorite book,” he explained, latching onto Avie’s arm and eyeing the crowd nervously. Avie grinned and pecked him on the cheek in an effort to calm him down.

A girl dressed as Alice from Alice in Wonderland walked up to Olly and started talking to him. The poor boy was so flustered to be talking to a girl that he stammered more than usual. Avie was about to kindly explain to the girl that he needed to get away before Ivy swooped in and dragged him away, shooting a furtive glare over her shoulder. “I’m sorry about her,” Avie said, smiling guiltily. “She saw Olly was getting nervous and probably wanted to get him out.” The girl walked away, clearly a little bit mad, and Avie went back to searching for Cassy.

Entering the small hallway leading to the kitchen and dining room, Avie found couples kissing and pawing at each other. She blushed and ducked her head, apologizing if she bumped into any of them.

The kitchen was full of writhing bodies and more couples kissing, but the throbbing bass of the music was just as loud here as in the living room. Biting her lip, Avie noticed Kenny talking to a guy in the corner, his bright orange, homemade Camp Half-Blood shirt attracting attention to his lean figure. Avie went up to him and asked, “Have you seen Cassy?”

Kenny shrugged. “Not at all.”

Avie wilted. Where was Cassy?

As she tried to make her way back into the living room, someone grabbed her arm and pulled her into a little alcove in the corner of the room. It was Cassy. His costume was composed of a black shirt and pants, complete with cape and mask, as well as a fake rapier. Avie giggled. “Zorro? Has Jackie seen your costume?”

Cassy took off the mask and grinned crookedly. By the way he was swaying slightly, Avie ventured a guess that Cole had given him a few drinks. Taking his hand, Avie gently suggested, “Maybe you should go lie down, Cassy…”

He shook his head. “I’m fine,” he slurred. “I really wanted to show you my Halloween costume first, Azucenaaaa.” He held out the last letter of his nickname for her, and Avie sighed. He was incredibly drunk.

Suddenly, Cassy’s eyes gained a little clarity, and he put his hands on her shoulders. “Avie, has anyone told you how adorable you look tonight?”

Blinking, Avie replied, “W-well…the girls did. And you…”

Cassy leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. “Well, you do, Azucena. You always do. You’re the most beautiful girl I know.”

Avie felt her cheeks heating up as she stared up into his eyes. Did he really mean what he was saying, or was this the alcohol talking? Throat dry, she murmured, “Cassy…”

Before she could say much else, his lips were on hers, and she widened her eyes in shock. He was kissing her. He was actually kissing her. Avie didn’t know what to do. She’d never been kissed before, especially by someone who was drunk out of his mind. For all she knew, Cassy didn’t mean anything he was saying. The thought made her want to curl up into a ball.

And yet…he seemed sincere, despite being drunk. Maybe alcohol made him admit things he normally wouldn’t say? Avie dared to hope that he had meant what he said and did.

Still, she didn’t know much about kissing, so she closed her eyes and waited until he pulled away and muttered something about “how important you are to me” and “there’s something I need to tell you.” Unfortunately, before he could elaborate, he slumped against the wall, completely out of it.

Avie crouched down beside him and tried to wake him up, but he was out cold. Cole came over, rubbing his hand along the back of his neck. “Sorry about that, Avie. I thought for sure he was better at handling his liquor.” He bent down and threw Cassy’s arm over his shoulder, pushing his way through the crowd to take him to his room. Avie followed behind, ignoring the looks she received from some people who saw her costume. As soon as Cole set Cassy down on his bed, Avie thanked him and sat beside him. Someone had to watch over him while he was feeling so terrible.

After all, Cassy would’ve done the same for her.
~ ~ ~
In the morning, when Cassy woke up moaning, Avie handed him a glass of water. Glancing over at her, Cassy grimaced. “I got drunk and passed out, didn’t I?”

Avie nodded.

Rubbing his head, he groaned. “Did I do anything embarrassing?”

She gently brought a hand to her lips and smiled. “No, I don’t think so. Your costume is lovely, by the way.”

Cassy managed a grin. “Glad you liked it.” He took a moment to take in her modest cat costume. His grin widened. “That looks cute on you. That must’ve caught some boys’ attention.”

Giggling, Avie shook her head. “I stayed here all night with you.”

His smile fell, and he closed his eyes. “I’m sorry, Azucena. I ruined your night.”

Widening her eyes, she shook her head. “No, no, it’s fine! Really, the party wasn’t really the sort of place I wanted to be. I’d much rather be here with you…” She trailed off, her cheeks heating the slightest bit.

For a few moments, Cassy was silent, taking large gulps of his water. Finally, he turned to her with a sweet smile on his face. “Thank you, Azucena. It means a lot that you stayed here with me.”

“Of course!” she replied, her own face lighting up with a smile.

The bedroom door opened, and Ivy poked her head in, the black paint on her face streaked and runny. “Oh, good, you’re awake!” she exclaimed, causing Cassy to wince. “Wait until you hear what happened last night after you conked out.” She gave Avie and Cassy a wide grin, declaring, “This was certainly one hell of a Halloween!”

You could say that again, Avie thought, standing up to follow the English girl. I won’t be forgetting that for a long, long time.

Welp, time to run home and finish the first chapter of this damn book XD
 
I'm sorry
I'm so sorry
This just happened
I didn't want it to
OAO

Trigger Warning: May include death.
Who am I kidding
INCLUDES DEATH

Skylie supposed she’d seen this coming. She was slightly more shocked that it didn’t include a blade of some sort, after all the pain she’d inflicted with one back on the streets. Then again, that was, what? Eight years ago? Karma had punched her in the face in a much different way for those sins. In the form of her ex-boyfriend.

Still, a part of her was terrified. If she’d been scared before, she was far more scared now, what with was sure to be her end. But at least she’d do it protecting the people who meant the most to her. Yes, they’d be heartbroken, but her one death would prevent multiple others.

At least, she hoped so.

Glancing over her shoulder at the tears streaking down Avril’s face, she gave her a small smile. Yet she couldn’t ignore the tears falling from her own eyes like mini waterfalls. She hadn’t wanted this to happen, but here she was.

If only she had the time to tell Gareth that no one could top his friendship.

If only she had the time to tell Omar that he would forever be the only one.

Ah, well, she thought as she closed her eyes and faced her death bravely. They probably already know. And even if they didn’t, she reasoned, her paintings would tell them.

Because she sucked at articulating how she felt.

But no more.

She would stop running away from her pain, from her heartache, from everything that had made her the woman she was now. The people she’d met had given her something she never would have found in Canada, in her mother’s home. And for that, she’d be forever grateful.

And now, she was giving them something back.

Life.
If Oliver had been there at that moment, he probably would have considered Avril as very noble or very foolish. To be honest, she thought both described her really well right now. But as she stared up at the sky and felt her life draining out of her, she reflected that at least she’d had Galen with her, if for a brief time. She’d never regret him, so long as she—er, well. Anyway.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she thought of Alois. Would he grieve her, too? Would Daxie? Would Fran, or Katy, or any of her other friends? She never took the time to think so selfishly, instead turning her attentions to more selfless pursuits. But now that it wouldn’t matter anymore, she couldn’t help but wonder.

She shook with a sob, and that sob caused pain to radiate throughout her body.

Arms surrounded her, and she opened her eyes, but just barely, to see Castiel hovering above her, his face torn between despair and helplessness. He probably knew it was too late to do anything, and it was killing him.

A tear dripped onto her cheek, and she smiled up at her dear friend, the one who always knew what she was thinking, what she was feeling, how to comfort her. “Don’t be sad, Cassy. I can be with my parents now.”

He shook with sobs he wasn’t releasing, and his reply came out in a strangled whisper: “Say hi to my parents, okay?”

Her eyes drifted shut for the last time, her promise dying on her lips along with her.
Well, this certainly wasn’t funny at all. Ivy found she was rather annoyed at how this had all happened. At the same time, she couldn’t help but feel that it was alright. She’d had fun while it all lasted. If there was anything she was regretting, it was that she wasn’t going to have another water gun fight with Gal, Jules, and Will.

Will. Aw, dammit, now she was depressed about dying. She pouted, thinking of her delightful Welsh neighbor, her prince. He had certainly been a ray of sunshine for her, when she wasn’t busy cracking jokes with Eva and Dax, that is. If anything, he was the one who meant the most to her. Besides Jackie that is.

Thank God she was dying alone, or she might’ve started crying.

Ah, well. It wasn’t as if she had left too big of a mark on Olympia. If anything, she’d done exactly the opposite. Her death would probably be forgotten, even by Will, eventually.

Damn, now she was crying.

Whereas a few minutes before, she’d been at peace with this whole dying business, she found herself sniffling like a baby, utterly despondent. No one was going to miss her, and ignoring the wound in her middle, that thought was killing her.

Dying sucked beyond anything else.
A part of Kendrick was excited that he’d see Luciana again, but another part of him was panicking that he’d be separated from Gareth. Not only that, but his guitar was broken, and above anything else, that was kinda a downer.

Glancing up at Skylie, who was with him, he noted the dark circles under her eyes, and the horrified look in her eyes. He knew that she’d seen some shitty things in her life, but this was probably a topper. It wasn’t every day you watched your best friend’s boyfriend get killed. It wasn’t every day you realized that you’d have to break the news to said boyfriend.

Kendrick closed his eyes and grimaced. This wouldn’t be all that easier with Gareth here, but it would’ve been nice to have him there. It seemed only right. He’d held Luciana as he died, and a part of him wanted Gareth to do the same. At the same time, that was unfair to ask of him.

Briefly, he flashed back to the last time he’d kissed Gareth. That memory would sustain him through this. He’d thought, after Luciana died, that he would never find true happiness again, but after meeting Gareth, he realized he’d been wrong. Gareth was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he made sure every day to tell him. So at least he’d die having told his Gare Bear how he felt about him.

Well, damn. Now his face matched Skylie’s as they both cried and tried to ignore that this was the reality: Kendrick was dying, and Skylie couldn’t do anything about it.

“Sky,” he croaked finally, his face twisted in pure agony. “If… No, when…I’m gone, tell Gareth that…that being with him…was my favorite song.”

He wanted to say more, but by then, his eyesight grew blurrier as his expression turned blank. The last thing he saw was Sky’s face, streaming with tears as she screamed at him to come back to her, come back to Gareth.

But he didn’t hear her.
Castiel was surrounded by flowers, so that was at least some consolation. Nevertheless, a part of him partly wished that there was a fire or something to complete it all. It seemed only fitting that the last Valdez also die in a fire surrounded by flowers, as his parents had. Then again, that would’ve been terrible in its own way.

With a withering glare at the flowers beside his head, he realized that he’d unconsciously caused anemones, yellow roses, and white chrysanthemums to sprout around him. That was just fantastic. A great reminder of how fickle he truly was. Rafael, Galen, Eva. Ran away, broke up with, was never good enough for.

Snorting, Castiel stared up at the trees blankly. Rafael had hurt the most out of all of them, especially since he’d been so sure the other boy felt the same way. Galen was simply a fond memory at this point, but Eva?

She was the most important.

He let himself remember their flirtations, their banter, and especially the times he’d given her flowers and reassured her that she was indeed worth something. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever met, and she drove him crazy. She was the only one he’d ever really had feelings for.

A flower reached up and brushed his cheek. He glanced at it and raised his eyebrows. A lily, like his Azucena, Avril.

Dammit. She’d be devastated. Who would hold her when she had nightmares now?

Biting his lip, he silently prayed that someone would take over for him in protecting her. If anyone deserved happiness and love, it was her, and if anyone didn’t deserve either, it was him.

He’d spent his life telling people how he truly saw them.

But the entire time, he’d been lying to himself.

And for that, he couldn’t face them again.

Luckily, he wouldn’t have to.
Surprisingly, Oliver wasn’t crying. He’d fully expected to be crying at this point, but everything was numb. His brain was still whirring a mile a minute, but his heart had stopped telling him what to feel, which included crying.

Of course, his heart wasn’t actually doing that, since it was a muscle that pumped blood throughout the body, but still.

Part of him worried he hadn’t left enough of a mark to really be missed. His parents would, sure, but would anyone else? Then he remembered Maddox, and of course, Avril, both of whom had adopted him into a surrogate family that had supported him in ways his biological one couldn’t begin to. Next, he remembered Francesca and Mateo, both of whom still meant a lot to him, even if he couldn’t be with them the way he had originally hoped he would.

And Mari.

Oh, Mari.

Now Oliver wished he could cry. Mari was beautiful, optimistic, and everything Oliver wasn’t. And yet, she’d befriended him, and invited him to go outside his comfort zone—which he was very comfortable staying in—as well as making him feel as if he wasn’t entirely useless. For years, he’d half-regretted being born a genius. But Mari had looked past that and seen him for a person, not a brain.

And maybe that was why he’d found himself falling in love with her.

He’d read a book recently, of a boy with his name charming a princess. He’d wondered if he’d ever be like that Oliver. Now he’d never have the chance to find out.

If there’s anything I want before I go, he thought. I want Mari to find me so I can try one last time to tell her. Before it’s too late. Please, Mari. Find me.

Find me like you did when we first met.
Tobias hadn’t even thought about it. All he’d known was his body moving of his own accord to protect his cousin, who meant more to him than life itself.

Oh, man. She’d just love the irony of that.

That is, if she’d take a damn second to stop crying.

She was flitting around, panicking and pacing, unable to think clearly. Meanwhile, Tobias was lying there, barely aware of what was going on. He couldn’t feel his legs, or his arms. Or most of his body, really.

But his nose was really, really itchy.

This was, perhaps, a fitting end for the Party Boy of Munich. He’d die as payment for the girl’s life he’d saved. Maybe then whoever was plaguing him and his friends would leave them alone.

He inhaled smoke and realized Jacqueline was trying to use her power to heal him. But nothing could help him now. And unfortunately, all the smoke did was make his eyes water.

The resignation was heavy in his heart. He’d saved her. He’d saved Jacqueline where he couldn’t save Roselia. Perhaps she’d smile when he joined her. Perhaps she’d cry. By then, he’d probably regain his emotions enough to cry with her. After all, this meant he wouldn’t be able to be a mortician.

Damn it all.

“You need to find a cure, Jack,” he told his cousin, voice raspy and hoarse. “Find a cure, so that nobody else will have to lose Roselia…”

To his satisfaction, she understood what he meant just before he slipped into the nothingness that had probably been following him all his life.
Why Jacqueline was happy about this entire situation, she couldn’t really tell. Maybe it was because Tobias was still alive, or maybe it was because her liefde wasn’t around to see this. Maybe it was even that none of her more attractive classmates weren’t here to see how ravaged and badly broken she was.

But then, she’d been broken before this happened.

She cracked a smile and closed her eyes, her cheek pressed against the dirt. Her piercing had been ripped out, and she could feel her forehead pound as blood leaked from her forehead. Shame. She’d liked that piercing.

It was a bit of a shame she was dying, of course. But in the end, it would all be worth it. Who knows? Maybe they’d all thank her someday. Though that was rather doubtful.

She’d never had to face her parents again.

And that made her happy.

But she’d never see her brother again.

And that made her a bit sad.

At least Toby’s alive, she reassured herself, reaching into the darkness and begging it to take her before she started feeling regret.

At least he’s alive.
Coleson was singing the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song in his head again. Fitting that he hum the song that mentioned his home as he returned to his mother’s side and possibly his father’s. He wasn’t leaving behind anything that he truly cared about, anyway.

Except maybe Naomi.

And Skylie.

Dear, dear Skylie.

She’d hated him from the beginning, but he’d been able to tell that he was growing on her. She saw him as the older brother she never wanted, and that was something that made him smile genuinely. Unlike his friends-with-benefits relationship with Castiel.

Would she even cry when she found out? Naomi probably would, if she ever woke, up, but would Skylie? He’d only ever seen her cry once.

And that was when he’d found out why she was such a mirror to him.

Fuck. He was actually starting to regret dying. Who would be her reflection now? Certainly not Omar. Yes, he was Skylie’s significant other, but he wasn’t a mirror. Not like Coleson himself was.

With a shake of his head, he berated himself for thinking that. Skylie didn’t need him. She needed Omar, and she needed Gareth, but she didn’t need him. She’d be fine, unlike him.

He could only hope that whoever put him in his casket would remember his guyliner.
Naomi was smiling because she’d be sleeping for a long, long time. Sleep was her favorite thing, and she was going to be spending an eternity in its arms. How fitting. Was she supposed to be sad about it? Because really, she wasn’t. She’d never have to be insecure again.

The look on Coleson’s face was disconcerting, though. Why couldn’t he be happy for her? Her narcolepsy would be, in a sense, cured, and she’d never feel the urge to spiral back into her addiction ever again.

“But Nomika,” he murmured, as if sensing her thoughts, “you’ll never wake up again.”

That was true. She wouldn’t. But it wasn’t that bad, was it? “You were the only one who cared about me, anyway.” That was also true. Didn’t he see that?

He looked like he wanted to deny it, but thought better of arguing with her. “But you’ll leave me alone.”

Oh, damn.

He knew how to guilt trip her.

Coleson would be alone, no one knew him like she did, what will happen to him without me there—

Suddenly, she was panicking, and crying, and crying, and panicking. He hugged her tightly, reassuring her, knowing that at least now, she wasn’t just blindly accepting her fate. They didn’t speak for her remaining few minutes, but she could feel both of them break a little bit on the inside.

He may have been the only one who cared about her, but it was enough to tear her apart, now that she was leaving him behind.

Give my life back, please, give it back—

Her thoughts died as easily as they had come.

OAO
 
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AnimeGenork AnimeGenork : omg i went through skylie and avie.
but lovely, i would put like a trigger warning
i only knew it was something terribly awful and sad because of the apologies.
 
Starfish said:
AnimeGenork AnimeGenork omgggggggg they were all so said. All my characters are teary eyed. Mari is straight up sobbing but don't tell her I told you. She doesn't like to cry.
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I don't even know how those happened. One moment I'm listening to music and the next my charas are shaking me and crying...
Only Kenny's made me cry while writing it though????
I'm still very sorry
 
aw Olly.
Haddy says to rest well, stay hydrated and stick to bland food if he's feeling nauseous ~
She hopes he feels better soon <3
 
AnimeGenork said:
Olly: *rubbing his eyes sleepily* That would be fantastic, thank you, Mari. *smiles sweetly*

Apparently he's too sick to stutter XD



He blushed and murmured his thanks

GAH HE'S SUCH A BEAN
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Mari: *beams* You're lucky that I have my homemade egg-noodles on standby!
 
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