Fantasy Soul Secrets

[RandomBomb]

(@Neokix thanks. And for reference, if you weren't new, all of us would be really pissed off at you... Also it's really bad for development.)


James sighed in relief. "Good, cause that really took it out of me. Also, you can make electronics crash, whereas I have the equivalent of a Spartan Lazer from halo, just way less powered. So anyway, what do we do now?" James waited for a response.

 

[SeodinRose]

"Well, we could stay here and talk, wander back inside or go for a walk. However if you're tired we still have two options left, I'm ok with either." Lex hugged her knees to her chest, she wondered should she tell him about he? Nahh.. she thought, he's not interested in that. She also didnt want to revisit those ghosts as she was still noticeably fragile since their first night here.


[going offline, i'll reply tomorrow if i can]

 

[RandomBomb]

James looked over at Lexi again. "Why don't we just enjoy the night while we still have peace?" James was getting really tired, and so he laid back on the grass and relaxed. Hopefully no one would throw water on them.

 

[Turtlyturt]

"Fuck!" Mollie screamed, She pressed her hand against her chest and exhaled a large amount of air, and stared at him. "What in the fuck, Jikan." She sighed and pulled his arms around her, "Just fucking hold me and go to sleep. I hate you, sometimes." She huffed and snuggled back down into the bed. She closed her eyes and sighed. "I'm so sick of having other people around. Her face formed a frown as she tried going to sleep. With another grunt she shot back up in a sitting position holding the sheets against her bare chest. "Ughhh!" She let out a loud groan, loud enough to be heard outside of the room. "Just let me scream for a moment here. And with that she screamed like someone was stabbing her in the chest. She huffed again and laid her body down. Looking over at her once lover her face frowned, "You irk the shit out of me."

 

[Neokix]

Jikan tilted his head slowly while she seemed to scream out when she noticed him. "Did I frighten you?"He asked, smirking slightly at the thought. "What do you mean?" He teased, extending his tongue out to her. His smirk grew wider when she wrapped his arms around her, holding her slightly tighter. "I've noticed, is that why you decided to end what we were?" He asked pressing his head to her's while she snuggled him down on the bed. "Are you sick of having me around?" He asked yet another question, tilting his head upwards and planting a gentle kiss upon her quickly when she tried to get some rest. Though this was a fatal mistake when she sat up rather quickly. His face grew bright red when her hand had slapped his face. "Dammit!" He shouted, covering his face after she had given him that smack. "Right...I know I do, but what do you expect.You're not the easiest person to deal with..." He mumbled, graoning slightly before he uncovered his face.

 

[Brax]

When Cameron finally woke up, he wasn't focused on anyone being around. He noticed that there was some dampness of the cabeza and whatnot, but it wasn't anything that couldn't be solved quickly. Creating a barrier that remained strictly skin-tight, he worked the psychic construct outward so that he could remove all the foreign particles that graced their presence within his hair and atop his... Skin. Too much of that word for one post all ready.


All of that gook was going to slide down the barrier as though it was a hard surface, but Cameron closed it into a circle and stood up to stretch. He walked over to the garbage and threw it out before moving over to the fridge. What could he grab to eat for breakfast? A couple of fruits were essential, so he removed all the good shit. Then he wanted to move on to... Ah! Fuck it, he'll just have to actually make damn breakfast. Or lunch. Dinner? Whatever the hell time it was, he would make breakfast anyway.


Eggs, bacon, fruits. Some orange juice? Coffee for Cameron. Bagels, it was all whipped up as soon as he could make it without cutting any corners. He cut the bagels up and threw them in a pan with the eggs and let them all fry up together. Bacon ws thrown into the pot last, with cheese. Within twenty to thirty minutes, everything he made was finished. When he put the food onto two plates, stuck all the fruit onto another and brought the drink down to the basement for Chantal, he had to use some of that psychic prowess to help him out. The dude only had two hands, after all. He was only using one at the moment.


When he reached his room, he opened the door to see Chantal still sleeping. Good! This meant he didn't wake her up when he got up. Cameron was a bit upset that she missed him making a fool out of Mollie, but eventually she would find out. Hopefully. Cameron wasn't really one to toot his own horn in any scenario, regardless of how crazy amazing his antics happened to be from time to time. Placing the various cups and plates onto the dresser-top, Cameron would crawl ontop of her and shove his lips onto her collarbone.
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[decomposition]

After Mollie had left from her second intrusion, Chantal fell back onto the bed with a tired sigh and curled up next to Cameron once he had turned to bed. Both of them fell asleep almost instantly, the female a bit later because falling into slumber was becoming quite challenging but it should've been expected over everything she had to experience in a mere four days. When she did finally fall asleep, however, she feel deep into its embrace and was heavily suck in – nothing could wake her up until hours would pass. Not even the kiss Cameron had placed on her cheek before he left the room albeit being light and soft.


Having another dreadful nightmare, Chantal tossed around in the bed for a while and woke up once to make sure it was actually a dream; also to see if Cameron was by her side. Realizing that he wasn't, she pursed her lips gently before sitting up weary to slip of her shirt and placed it next to her. She never liked sleeping with a lot of layers on and plus, she didn't really care at the moment. Fixing her bandeau, Chantal laid back down and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep yet again.


It wasn't until, at least to her, a short after she could faintly feel something soft press against her collarbones during her state of slumber. She mumbled something inaudible and shifted her body more to be on her back, to welcome the affectionate gesture. After a second or two, Chantal began to go through the stages of awaking up and raised her arms above her head to stretch out her body, opening her eyes soon after. Though still tired, she smiled and returned her arms to the prior position only to place her hands on Cameron's arms, caressing them gently as he kissed her neck.


“Did you sleep well?” the soul asked, slurring her words a bit. The smell of food near danced over her nose and caused her to remember that she made a vow to herself that they would both get something to get, but it seemed like he had already gotten it covered. “Breakfast in bed, huh? You shouldn't have.” she joked.

 

[Brax]

Cameron did well, sometimes. When he made a conscious effort to act well, he find himself doing it just fine. Little stuff such as making breakfast? After such a long time, Chantal deserved it. With the stress building up on her shoulders, it was Cameron's job to find a way to push himself and his cares back for the sake of hers. He might not have been the easiest person at times, and may have been even slightly tiring to deal with, but even Cameron had his moments to shine. Probably a lot less of these moments than he would care to admit, but he wasn't exactly the type of person who went around putting himself on a pedistal anyway.


Lifting his head from her neck, his eyes hit hers and a smile broke through his neutral expression. One of his hands, along with both of his knees, kept his body extended slightly over hers so that his full weight hadn't been lying on the poor girl. He didn't want to squish her! The other hand lifted from the mattress to move some of her hair from her face, his fingers softly skimming the skin of her cheek as he removed the strands. Keeping his hand on the side of her jaw, he would dip his neck down and push his lips onto hers. Cameron kept them there momentarily with his eyes closed, allowing the sensation of her touch to sink in before he got up.


Grabbing two of the plates from the top of the wardrobe, he put them on the bed before her. Then followed the plate of fruit, and finally the two cups of orange juice which he placed on the nightstand. After such a hearty meal, Cameron was excited to think about the vast amount of marijuana he was going to injest right after. He had not smoked in quite some time, and his anxiety was building to a point of bursting. After spending one safe night in the safe house, things just didn't seem so safe. Then again, with the amount of problems chasing after them, was it hard to be so ridden with emotional issues?


Cameron took a seat at the edge of the bed, opposite of Chantal. Grabbing a fork off of his plate, he began loading food into his mouth until it was completely full, before properly chewing and swallowing. When he finally did, he set the fork back down along with the plate and spoke. "So, what do you want to do today?" How much was there really to do, to begin with? Whether it be sitting around in Cameron's room or somewhere outside in the vicinity, they were bound for the same thing.
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[decomposition]

Chantal moved her head accordingly Cameron's touches upon her cheek to removed the strands of hair and smiled against his lips as he settled his lips onto hers. You would've thought that she should've gotten used to the notion of kissing him – whether it be a peck or something more – but the sensation of it was like the very first time. Maybe it was because this was still new to her. Maybe it was because the love she felt for him was more than enough to have every kiss send a feeling like that throughout her body. It could've been a pink soul thing as well. Or she was just overthinking the whole affair.


Feeling a bit sad when he got up from her, Chantal pushed herself up and tugged out the tie holding up her hair. It feel on her shoulders and he reached up a hand to run through in order to take out any knots, watching Cameron bring over her placed a plate before her. The aroma waltzed over her nose, more prominent than ever, causing her to smile and grab an accompanying fork. Before she began eating, she rose on her knees a bit to lean over and place a soft kiss on the other's cheek as a thanks and returned to her spot, beginning to slowly eat.


Since she hadn't eaten in days, the taste of the food aroused her tastebuds to the point she that she always teared up. She released a small, satisfied moan as she chewed and thought this was pretty much heaven. Swallowing, she picked up some of more of the food with her fork and nodded towards Cameron.


“I thought we could just spend some alone time together and just talk,” she responded and eat her bite of food. A smile formed on her face to indicated she was finally getting her energy back, swallowing again. “It's been four days, Cameron. We should get to know each other significantly if want this... relationship to flourish.” she looked at him in hopes that he would agree. If there was a chance that they would be spending majority of their time together, she would like to learn more about him; every detail down to the nook.

 

[Brax]

Extending two of his fingers toward the cup, the orange juice would float on over toward the outstretched hand until he grabbed it. Taking a sip before setting it down, he nodded. "That's a good idea. Though, I don't know if you'll like absolutely everything you hear about me." Cameron's life wasn't glamorious, adventurous or anything of the sort. He was just... Troublesome, most of the time. Up until recently, it was like that, anyway.


"Anything that will help us grow closer contains another step i'm willing to take." He smiled, lifting his food up to his face and finishing it almost in ravenous timing. It hit the spot, coupled by the apple which he grabbed from the fruit plate and took a nice big chomp into. Cameron wasn't a cow; he chewed with his mouth closed at all times as a means of respect to others as well as himself. Have you ever seen those monstorous people? Who trudge into McDonalds for a triple-meated whopper and down it as if it was cud. The site of molars and the rest of those pearly whites hammering down on processed meat certainly wasn't a site for sore eyes, as was the case with most foods.


When he finished swallowing, he continued. "I think you should tell me a bit about yourself. You seem so reserved sometimes." In reality, they were both pink souls. They could just read each others thoughts if they wanted to, but that wasn't exactly something Cameron wanted to do. There were some things that weren't acceptable, and an intrusion of thought to purge information was one of those things. However, such availability to information would lead for a nice healthy relationship with no secrets, should it transcend.


Cameron just happened to be more of an open book. While he was hard-headed almost all the time, he wore is emotions on his sleeve. That was one aspect of himself that he just failed to maintain - control over such things as that. However, it didn't make for a good poker face; usually, people could catch on to what he was thinking without him saying anything. "You told me about your family, but you didn't tell me about you."
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[decomposition]

Didn't want to hear everything about him? Of course she did, that shouldn't have been a statement. Chantal continued to eat the bite off her fork and titled her head to the side as she chewed. Guess she would say the same though, for there wasn't really interesting about her apart from being a soul. She was shy and awkward around people, being distant from people because of the small fact that she disliked them.


She played with her food while thinking of what she could say, rummaging around her mind for something interesting about herself to talk about but found no prevail. Chantal frowned at the sad truth that there was nothing exciting to say, so she figured she'd just have to answer it the boring, old fashion way. Taking a sip of the orange juice first, she licked her lips after placing the cup down and responded.


“Well, there's not much to say about me,” she started. “I've spent most of my life avoiding people and just reading books. I'm eighteen and my birthday is December 13th. I absolutely love writing and listening to music, mostly when I read,” she stopped to take another bite, waiting until after she smiled to speak again. “I used to be in gymnastics but had to quit because I had broke my arm. I did track in middle school for a while but, also, had to quit though it was because of my inability to “work with others” or something,” she made an air quote gesture and shifted her body to spread out her leg, settling the plate on her lap.


Chantal looked at Cameron with a serious expression. “I'm only reserved in order to protect myself. The things that have happened to me and stuff that I've seen, I rather keep to myself and put barriers around me to stop the hatred of the world get to me,” she sighed but a smile painted on her face soon after. “Although, it seems like I don't need to that anymore, mister “I'll protect you”, right?”

 

[Brax]

Cameron smiled. "Something of the sort. You've definitely opened up since i've met you. The way you stepped into that Agent? I'd call that bravery. Maybe i'm rubbing off on you a bit." He joked,even laughing slightly before moving the apple to his mouth and taking a bite. "My life isn't so glorious. I've been practicing Mixed Martial Arts since I was about five. That's the only reason I could move so well."


He shook his head. "I was a pretty terrible drug addict. I didn't really abuse any one thing, I was more of a trash can. Whatever I could get my hands on, i'd do. Marijuana was always my go-to, though. Still haven't gotten rid of it yet. The one thing." That didn't matter so much - it was moreso before all of this started happening, after all. At this point, it had been multiple days since he had touched anything other than weed.


"My life is uninteresting too. Hated people, still hate authority. Public places peeve me out, I just feel uncomfortable. I shut myself in, with my video games and random shit that required me to never leave the house. Just never saw the purpose of leaving if I didn't need anything. The one day I actually decided I needed air, I met you. Speaking of that, the shit I said was probably corny. And i'm sorry for that." Cameron chuckled.


"I've never met another pink soul besides you. Never ran into 'em at school, otherwise I would have met you before. I don't know, just another part of my unlucky life." I guess i've changed too. Finishing his apple, Cameron would place the core on the plate with the rest of his scraps and move it back to the top of the wardrobe. When his hand hit the top, he turned back around to face Chantal.
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[Harlan]

Wiping the tears from his eyes, Julie proceed to pick up the fallen knives and place them in the drawer, yanking out the blood-covered one from his shoulder before rinsing it out. He rolled his shoulder, flexing the muscle where the knife pierced. It still felt alright, a little bandaid would do the trick. He grabbed a wash cloth from the counter to clean up the rest of his blood. He went to change into his third white shirt, the last two all met unfortunate ends. At least the second one only had to be washed and sewed back up.


It was when he went to toss the bloody shirt into the hamper that he noticed a large patch of hair missing from the top of his head. He shrugged, assuming it was just an uncalled-for prank and not really minding. He turned a straw-weaved basket into a conical asian hat to don, being not exactly a fan of the bald spot. He liked it, taking a stick and changing it into a fitting bo staff. He took the time to admire his asian-like appearance before putting a bandaid on his wound.

 

[decomposition]

Chantal blushed at the comment of her having bravery. Perhaps he was starting to rub off on her and she didn't have a problem with it if that was truly the case. Maybe all she needed was to meet someone like Cameron to get her gears working again. She took another bite of the food and listened intently to what he had to share.


Feeling bad that she couldn't relate to drug addiction, her gaze lowered downward to her food and finished the last bits she had left; finally feeling satisfied to have food in her system. She didn't agree to the way people resorted to drugs but, in a way, she understood. It still didn't halt the fact that she wanted to relieve Cameron from it all and just have him come to her if he ever needed that certain feeling that drugs gave him. Of course, it wouldn't be the same but at least it would be a better alternative.


Chantal settled the plate beside of her and interlaced her fingers together in her lap, continuing to listen. The more he mentioned, the more similar she came to believe that they actually were. She shook her head when he apologized and smiled, her eyes returning on him.


“There's no reason to be sorry,” she said. “I was taken by surprise of it all, but it was pretty... cute,” a hand reached up to tuck strand of her hair behind her ear. “I'm glad you had decided to come out that day and stumble upon us, to stumble upon me. It probably doesn't mean much but thank you,” she whispered. When he placed his plate on top of the wardrobe, she did the same and extended her hands out for him to intertwine with.


“Hopefully you don't still think that your life is unlucky. Sure we've had some... major hiccups, but you're alive, strong and here with me. I think you've been having a lucky streak so far.” she laughed.

 

[Brax]

"My life is the best it's ever been. I really owe you everything, you know." He nodded, with a smile on his face.


"I don't need most of my vices any more. My need to be close to you has kind of pushed it out of thought. You know, with us, it's always been mind over matter. We are the most intelligent beings on the planet when he apply ourselves. Some more than others, obviously. You are much more intelligent than I could ever be. That's the way that it is, but i'm lucky I have somebody who could stop me at my worst. Who is worth stopping for. You've given me a reason to change my life."


He moved back to the bed, sitting beside her, He wrapped his right arm around her back and gave her a warm kiss on the cheek. Looking straight, he would take a notice to the layout of his room. Since he was last in it, something was changed; someone must have came in to redesign it in some way, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Because of the length of time it had been between the current moment he was sitting within the vicinity and the last time he was in there, it made sense. With all the drugs he had done in his past, things seemed hazy.


Cameron was previously thinking about smoking, but he decided against it. Maybe the best way to quit his habit was to take it slow and gradually stop over time. Limit his uses. When his bag ran out, he would stop smoking completely. He could probably only roll about seven more blunts in total anyway, so he could easily spread it out as long as possible. It was time. He knew he could do it, expecially with Chantal's help. Having somebody there who cared was amazing.
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[decomposition]

Chantal smiled brightly, more than her other smiles, at his words and pressed closer against his body when her returned to bed and wrapped his arm around her. If she was really the link for him to change his life, then she had reached the peak of her happiness and felt more content than ever. If the love that they had for each other was more than enough to help him break bad habits, then it was basically a mission accomplished.


After placing a kiss on her cheek, he looked forward and it made her wonder if something was on his mind. She turned her head to look at him, staring at his side profile to try and read his expression. Her hand reached up to place two fingers at the side of his chin and urged him to look at her. Chantal didn't want to pry into his mind, even though it would be easily doable, because she just wanted him to know he could freely speak about anything to him no matter how trivial.


Whether or not he turned his head, she placed a soft kiss on the other side of his chin and trailed her lips gently alongside his neck, placing another kiss to his skin. “I love you,” she simply said, not knowing if it was relatively current and she just had a feeling he needed to hear those three words. Her lips grazed against his skin as she spoke those eight letter, trailing her lips up his neck to reach his lips to the side of his and spoke once more. “You know that, don't you?”


(i'm losing my lovey-dovey vibe so maybe a time skip would be nice)

 

[Harlan]

Around three relatively peaceful days have passed. What your character had done during those days is your decision.


~A new day have been bestowed upon you.~
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Julie lay down on top a branch, leaning against the tree as variegated birds perched on his resting body. The morning sunlight that pierced the forest canopy was shielded by his asian hat as he continued to sleep there harmoniously with his staff hugged against his body. He had been doing some staff training in the forest the night before, although all he learned was how to spin it like a propeller without hitting himself in the eye. The birds flew away from his stirring, his body beginning to roll off the narrow branch. His head dipped as the rest of his body followed with him.


Before he could plummet the 25 meter dive, his free hand grabbed the branch as his still dormant body swayed around. Julie gave a small yawn as he started to wake up. He tilted his hat up from his face with the bo staff as he began to take in his current situation, staring down at the crippling drop. Using his powers, he grew the staff long enough until he felt it lodged itself firmly into the ground below, then sliding down it like a firepole. When his feet had safely touched the ground, he gave himself a good morning stretch while strolling back to the safe house.

 

[RandomBomb]

During those three days, James had been working on his hand to hand combat in a nearby gym. Nothing much had improved, but he knew how to block punches and kicks now. He would not rely on his powers to get him out of a fight. He began to pound the bag again, and remembered his lights could improve a punch. He began to try and block his punches with light walls. Hmm... He would get stronger from here.

 

[Turtlyturt]

Days had passed and all Mollie had been doing was watching people from her window and eating small packaged cracker and popcorn snacks she had in her desk drawers. She had also been trying to convince Jikan to leave but to no prevail. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun where strands of straightened dark black strands fell around her head. She had a toothbrush shoved in one side of her mouth and toothpaste slurring from her mouth. She finally spit into the sink and shoved the brush underneath the water, with her head down in the sink she splashed water against her mouth and pulled her head back up, staring into the mirrored cabinet above it. Pulling it open she shoved the toothbrush in and pulled out a medicine bottle, then picking out two pills she popped them into her mouth.


Her reflection seemed upsetting, her eyes were blackened from lack of sleep, her lips were chapped from the excessive amounts of saliva from her tongue rubbing against them, along with her nose and cheeks red from sinus sickness. She sighed and sniffled. The pills felt huge traveling down her throat. She pressed the backs of her hands against her face and stared at herself. She felt as if she was dying, though she was only sick. She was wearing black fluffy pj bottoms that had grey penguins on them and a long sleeve gray turtle neck. Her feet almost seemed to drag across the floor. A horse wet cough escaped her lips, followed by a small trail of saliva from the corners of her mouth. What had gotten her so sick? She grudged down the stairs, holding onto the wall as she went. She felt lightheaded and that at any moment if someone would just give her a small nudge she'd probably fall down. My god she had to look terrible, though she felt worse.


She laid down on the couch and picked up a remote from the table beside her, she flipped onto her stomach and shoved her face in a pillow, extending her arm out and pressing a button, a nearby stereo starting play very orchestral instrumental music, filled with violins and pianos. She pulled her arm back in and shoved the remote underneath her chest, letting the music fill her ears. She sniffled and coughed into the pillow. Now was definitely not the time to be sick.

 

[Brax]

Three things were laid out upon the hard surface before him. One, was a bag of marijuana containing four grams in it. Another was a lighter, which Cameron always kept on him... Until it ran out of fluid and was replaced with another throw-away lighter. Two cigars, both of which came in one pack which went unopen. Cameron was sitting on the ground, his hands resting on the top of his lap while his legs were crossed indian-style.


Having extensively spent the last couple of days hugged up around the vicinity of Chantal, it was the first time that he actually attempted to break off from the group and get a little alone time. & NO, we're not talking that kinda alone time, either. You damn scallywags. There was only one way that Cameron got light that permitted him to see, and that was from the gigantic hole before him.


Cameron was currently within the woods, hiding behind the veil of a thick waterfall - within a crater that was three times his size. It was cozy, cut-off, and the small amount of light that escaped from the other side of the heavy flow of water illuminated just the right amount. His left hand grabbed the zip-lock bag of the THC-overtaken plant matter, and began breaking it down over the rock.


Orange, purple, and various shades of green were ripped apart by use of Cameron's fingernails into even smaller pieces. When the young man found that he had enough piled up at his feet, he would move to the right side of the objects and grab the two-pack cigarillos. He ripped the top of the bag open and placed it in his pocket, not wanting to litter. He did, however, use a fingernail to cut a vertical line down the middle of the smoking apparatus and dumped out the tobacco inside.


Holding the leaf with one hand, Cameron placed the broken-up marijuana into the open cigarillo. When it was all jammed into it, Cameron went about rolling it up by use of his thumbs, index and pointer fingers. He used saliva to close it up after twisting, and lit it with his lighter. By the second hit, the contents of the smoke which danced around his lungs was exactly what he was looking for. Feeling the back of his throat tingling from as a result, the exhaled smoke would travel through the rushing water that rested just a couple of inches in front of him.
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[Neokix]

Jikan was constantly being told to go away due to Mollie wanting him to leave. It was obviously incredibly rude, but since when was he bending over for her will. So anyways, a few days had passed, and he was around somewhere. He was there, just most would usually pass him by and not notice his existence there. Something that he enjoyed to some extent, allowing for him to be rather quiet when he wasn't returning to Mollie's room to check up on her.


Anyways, back to after few days passed. Jikan was in the back of the house, practicing as he seemed to have nothing better to do. He was practicing his Ninjutsu styled martial arts, in which he would usually do everyday for a few hours. It was rather convenient that no one gave him the time of day because he preferred training without interruption. Eventually he grew tired and decided to headed into the living room. He glanced around and noticed that Mollie had been lying down on the couch.


Jikan made his way over to the sickly looking girl, glancing down at the usually gorgeous woman. "Mollie, I hate to say it but you look like utter shit~" He teased, making his way towards the kitchen. He glanced around, grabbing a pot, some seasoning, and a few ramen packets. Placing them all on the counter. He grabbed the pot once more, poured water into it, and began heating it up on the stove. As the water began to boil, he added in the ramen packets and seasoned it as time continued. Anyways once the soup was done, He poured some in a bowl and then brought it to Mollie. "Are you able to eat it by yourself?" He asked, glancing down at the sick girl.

 

[Turtlyturt]

Mollie slithered an arm from underneath her and gave him the finger as he insulted her. She just wasn't up for conversation or anything, all she wanted to do was listen to her music and drown in her own self sorrow. She turned her head over and looked at him as she asked if she could eat. "I am a grown ass woman, I can eat by myself. I don't want anything, okay!?" She was screaming with that same fuck you attitude front she had on. She flipped the couch pillow over and shoved her face in, groaning. She felt stressed, but she had nothing to be stressed over. She moved a hand back over the remote and put the stereo on full blast volume all the way up to 100. She just wanted to drown and if it meant drowning in sinus problems and sickness. Why the fuck not.


She flipped over onto her back and threw a leg on top of the couch back, one hand over her chest and the other over the side with her fingers inches from the ground. Her chest heaved and she began coughing. It was loud,but not loud enough to be heard over the music. Reaching up she drug a hand over her nostrils to gather up whateverthefuck mucus was dripping out and closed her eyes. In a matter of minutes she was out cold, snoring like a bear.

 

[decomposition]

beep boop.

 

[Harlan]

As Julie made his way outside the forest back to the safe house, he plucked a freshly grown banana from a tree that wouldn't normally grow bananas. He took a bite from the banana after peeling it without the use of his hands, but instead his powers over plants and their ovaries. When Julie began to see the lake, he shrunk the bo staff into the size of a toothpick, placing in his mouth after finishing his light breakfast. With the wind blowing against his loose fitting clothes, Julie stood there, admiring the few days of peace they were all fortunate to have.


He stopped admiring shortly after, more interested in simply showering off since he slept in the forest all night. He took a quick sniff at his shirt before retreating back, have Cameron been smoking nearby?because dat sht stinks He shrugged, opening the front door to the safe house and then quietly entering. He shuffled his way toward his room to clean himself off, tired from the lack of lumbar support last night. He tossed his dirt-covered clothes into the hamper before stepping into the scalding water. Ah-

 

[decomposition]

It was around midday when Chantal finally woke up from her nap, finding it much more easier to fall asleep these past couple of days. She extended her arms above her head and stretched out her all of the soreness, quietly calling out Cameron's name. After a while of no receiving an answer, she opened her eyes and sat up, alas realizing that she was the only being in the room. She shifted her body to the edge of the bed, placing her feet onto the floor while her eyes averted to the bedroom door.


A feeling of concern slightly filled her heart but he had to be in the house still, right? Going outside of perimeters of the safe house was dangerous enough as it is so it would've been silly if he did so. Pushing herself off of the bed, Chantal walked over to her shoes and put them on swiftly and exited the room to search for her other half. She put her hair up in ponytail while walking through the hallway, reaching the living room to only see the maroon soul and another one she doesn't remember seeing before.


Hearing the front door open, she noticed Julie walk in and somehow got the impression that Cameron wasn't even in the house. Knowing him, he was probably stubborn enough to go deep into the woods and... wait. No, he couldn't be smoking, could he? After their previous discussion on how he was going to change his life for the better? Heading towards the door, Chantal whispered 'that idiot' and left the comfort of the safe house, making her way deep into the woods to find him.


With her magical, pink bond sense she had reestablished with Cameron, the female made her way to a waterfall and had a strong feeling that he was hidden away behind it. She moved to the side of the natural phenomena to notice a carter perfectly in back of it and carefully entered it. What a surprise! It was the other pink soul smoking his prized marijuana! Oh, the horror.


Furious and disappointed, Chantal threw up her hands and said whatever was first to come to mind. “Are you kidding me? You're actually doing this shit?” she yelled at him, her voice echoing throughout he crater. “What happened to the 'I'm going to change' huh? Was that all bullshit?” Shaking her head, she curled her hands into a fist and released the tension as a gesture to show that she trying to “calm down” and spoke again. “I can't deal with this anymore. We're done.” As a cue, she spun on her heel and exited the crater to travel back deep into the woods alone.