Fantasy Soul Secrets

[chompie]

Zen stared back harshly into Cam's face, teeth clenching hard, fists balling up. He wanted to tear this guy apart, to get rid of the danger. He blocked out any of the annoying noise that was Cameron's voice from his ears, staring into his soul. He wouldn't forgive. With his loose screws, he couldn't get the concept of ignoring or forgiving currently, he only knew danger and that he had to kill it. If Chantal wasn't here, he would've pounced the pink midget.


Zen watched him start trotting away and kept glaring, even as his body was a mere speck in the distance. He wouldn't move a muscle or do anything, in that exact same position. He felt a poke on his arm and grunted, ignoring it. It wasn't until Chantal began rubbing at his arm was when he was torn from his trance of alertness. She was so gentle with the angered male that he slumped somewhat. Zen nodded slowly as she suggested going back to the lessons, still fuzzy in the mind over what happened there. But he couldn't break it.


Zen rubbed his head, looking down at her. He began typing on his phone. 'I'm okay, now. I don't even know what happened with me, so let's just forget about that.'

 

[decomposition]

Chantal was a bit worried that the male would calm down and she pouted. It was apparent that Zen was more ill temper-headed than Cameron and calming down the latter was probably easier than her new appointed 'friend'. She continued to look at him, seeing if his stance would change and when it did after a while, a smile grew on her face. When he began to tap on his phone, the pink soul waited patiently for it to be displayed to her again.


Reading the message, Chantal nodded and took a step back, tucking some hair behind her right ear. "You don't have to worry about him. I have a feeling that we won't be hearing from him for a while and if he comes back," she trailed off looked down briefly then turned to peer over her shoulder. She stared into the direction of which the other pink soul left, where the other group of souls were, where her new life was suppose to begin.


Perhaps it was her old self kicking back in momentarily but something in her mind reestablished the communication link to Cameron, for only a minute, to send him a quick thought of 'i'll always love you, you know that right?' (so cliché) before that part in her mind had shut off completely again. Whether or not he received it or even want to listen to her words was completely up to him.


"We'll just tell him to leave, right?" the whisper left her lips before turning back to look at Zen, her smile reappearing. "Do you have anywhere we can... go? Like a shelter? It's extremely dangerous to be out here alone." she inquired.

 

[Brax]

Cameron's face was smushed into the pillow, his mouth open as the only medium allowing air to flow to and from his lungs on a somewhat free basis. Part one of the five stages of grief may have appeared to have stricken the poor boy's mentality, but in reality, this particular pink soul only had three different stages, himself. The first was anger. The second was saddness. The third was complete and utter shelving. Now, one might ask what exactly shelving was, and the answer to be given, in return, would be quite simple. Shelving was the process of taking an emotionally tramautic event and putting it completely on the backburner.


Forgetting the problem existed. Ignoring the feelings that came from the source. The whole entire nine yards, kit and caboodle, tossed from relevence. Cameron was a survivor, something he knew in his heart to be true. He had plenty of triggers that worked as safety nets and for the most part they happened just naturally. The only thing he ever had to wait out was time; it happened to be Cameron's true enemy, always. As he continued dwelling in his despair, he heard a familiar voice etch a couple of words out through his thought process, much like a knife slicing through butter.


You'll always love me? No. Love is something that goes hand-in-hand with patience. The relationship never had a normal course to run; they started up just as quick as it lasted, but Cameron made the mistake of believing that some things in relationships overcame others. Like the undying truth that he was madly in love with the female. His problem was moreso that hers had apparently come with a price. Not to mention, as soon as she left to go for a damn walk in the woods, she bumped into another man. That was the side she wanted to take? Cameron was less mad at the female and more upset with himself, though both of their problems happened to be a two-way street.


The young man sat up. gathering his shit, he grabbed his bag of trees, opened up a blunt and rolled away. Twisting the rest of the four grams that remained in the bag, Cameron didn't have to think twice before hitting the lighter. He pulled it down once, the flint didn't ignite. He flicked it once more and the flame made its way to the surface, setting flame to the end of his extra-large. super-stuffed cigar. As he allowed as much smoke as he could to gather up in his mouth without inhaling it or coughing it out, Cameron's cheeks would be filled to the brim. A dense chunk of smoke would escape his lips in a condensed form, but Cameron's face chased it, quickly sucked it up and inhaled it along with the rest of the smoke in his mouth.


He exhaled all the smoke within a four-second span, those pink hues watching small circles spinning upward within the large cloud as it rose to the ceiling.
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[SHSLGoddess]

In a room inside the safehouse was Travis, he was comfortably sleeping on a bed wrapped around in many sheets. He has been like this ever since he arrived at the place, only getting up to eat a sandwhich and drink water. The young soul was incredibly grateful of the fact that they were in a nice place. His sleeps were mostly dreamless but sweet, better than having unpleasant nightmare. The few ones that weren't was basically dreaming of his old life before the colorful fiasco started. It was nice experiencing it, even if it's just a dream because there's no way he will be able to live like that anytime soon. It's why he tried to sleep so much, to try and recapture it as much as he could.


..but now it was probably a good idea to stop it for now, laying in bed so many days in a row was probably bad. He was even starting to get a headache. His body felt so sluggish too.


He got out of his cocoon of bed sheets and streched his arms. Through his window, he could see that it was daytime. Wasn't it okay to go outside? He saw the others there during the rare time that he was out of the room. He thought that it was a good idea to get out the house after staying in it for so long.


He cleaned himself up and ate cereal before he went outside. He had a simple black t shirt and cargo pants . He appreciated llittle moments like this increased ever since the beginning of the whole thing. He felt his spirits lift up in this unfamiliar but pretty location. If he wasn't a fugitive from the goverment, this place would have been perfect. The lake was beautiful shining under the sea. It looked good enough to jump right in, which he just did clothes and all. After being submerged, he arised. He thought that maybe he should have used some actually swimming attire. Oh well, it was too late for that now. He then started to float face up, just relaxing.