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((guys i am about to shame myself because i can't write nearly as much as y'all :( i apologize in advance)) Canter walked around the board walk smiling she loved it here so many people it freaked her out a little she wasn't a huge fan of big crowds but loved seeing the look on little kids face as they looked around eyes filled with wonder and hearts filled with joy, Canter had a smile seemingly imprinted on her face but because of her nature she tripped crashing into Cale "Oh my gosh!! i am so sorry!" she says getting off of him blushing badly "i am sorry i am so clumsy i am so sorry!!" she says to him feeling terrible
((Nah, it's totally okay! I just like writing XD ))Cale had tried incredibly hard not to let the girl fall on him. It was a lost cause though because as soon as he began to back up, she tumbled on top of him, his head hitting the sidewalk with a thud. That, however, didn't mean a thing to him. The second that her skin touched his, a million jolts went through his body, making it feel like he was literally on fire. A groan escaped his pursed lips as he tried to keep from calling out some choice words. Swearing was something he was trying to work on quitting.
As she got up from on top of him, Cale opened his eyes and glared daggers at her, not moving a muscle. For one, he was in way too much pain to even begin to move and, two, he had just formed a hatred for her even though they hardly just met. It took him a minute for him to get to his feet, the pounding in his head receding. Still though, the glare remained, "What is wrong with you?" He asked, tone sharp and full of anger. "Watch where you're going, you-" And then he broke his resolution by stringing together a bunch of foul words. He didn't exactly care though. He was more than angry enough to break it.
Max bit his lip he had no idea how to act, Max gave a nerves smiled started to walk over there. Not to get involved, he had to do his shift at the burger place they were in front of. Max gave s milked at the two with a wave and got behind the counter, with a stupide smile on his face, he looked at the booth of them and then at the ocean again.
"I am so sorry!!" she says backing up and saying "Are you hurt!? do you need help?!" she asks him disregarding his sharp tone and harsh words concern in her eyes and voice she took another step back and then looks back at him "are you okay? GOSH i am so sorry!!" she says again biting her bottom lip blushing
Cale shook his head in annoyance, lips pulled into a scowl. Sorry? God, he really hated that word. What good did sorry do? Did it take back the pain? No. Did it fix what had already happened? Not at all. So she could take her sorry and shove it up God knows where. "Okay?" He asked, obviously fuming, "You just pushed me to the ground and expect me to be okay?" His hand went back in his pocket, fingers fiddling with the blade that was luckily still there. Good thing it hadn't fallen out. "Are you that stupid?" His eyes shifted to the side, catching on the other boy. What was he grinning so smugly about? Brushing it off, Cale's gaze went back to the girl. He watched her for her undoubtedly ignorant reply.
"Ya know what i can't help i have two left feet!" she snapped having to hold herself back from slapping the ever living crap out of him "it was an apologize, i didn't purposely tackle you!" she snapped taking a step towards him in anger. anger taking over her she couldn't hold her hand back any longer and slapped him across the face full force glaring at him "now that? that was on purpose!" she hisses the words at him
"Names Max" he said to booth at them now opening the booth, "Excuse me" he said getting it microphone. "The dunking booth is now open, Do I am any dunkers" he called out as people came to dunk some one. "You up for it" he said to Cale with a slight grin.
The slap across the face hurt way more than it would have hurt a normal person. It not only hurt from the sharp lashing of her hand against his cheek, but also from his power. Once again, it felt like a million needles were being plunged into his face, making him wince. The slap hadn't really been expected; he hadn't thought the girl had it in her. Now that he saw that she did though, he was more than happy to show her just how dangerous he could be. His hand clenched on the hilt of the knife, slowly drawing it into view. He didn't let himself reveal it all the way - he kept it halfway in his pocket - but it was enough for her to get a good glimpse of what exactly he held. Cale was not one to mess with. "Screw you and your apology." He muttered, reaching up to rub his cheek with his free hand, the pain still there. It hurt immensely. Next, Cale looked to the boy - Max. His hand slipped the blade back into his pocket before sending a scowl his way. If anything, Cale wanted Max to stand in front of a target and let him get in some knife throwing practice. He was sure his aim could be deadly. "Not unless the pool's filled with acid." He growled, serious as can be.
"Well I have 10 liters of it in the back, but sadly no one wants to see that" he said looking at. "Mostly because no one else would do it and you will only do it once" he said looking at around. "I am kind of sorry if I am getting you mad, but I think you might be more mad at her about the hole slap, oh by the way..." he said turning to her "nice slap" he said to her with a charming smile.
"aren't you just a f***ing ray of sunshine!" she says giving him a face smiles and laughs as he brings out the knife "bring it boy i've been threw worse things then you could imagine! i could take you may not get away without a few scratches but i would be the one to walk away victorious" she hisses at him taking a step closer to him her eyes full of furry and hurt as she remembered her past
Now it was Cale's turn to laugh. It was only a small, dark chuckle, but it was still genuine. Did this girl really think she could take him? Obviously, she hadn't a clue what he was capable of. In literally ten minutes, he could have her down for the count. Sure, it would hurt terribly if he did so, but he could make an exception for her. Oh, yes. Definitely. "Come on then, blondie. Teach me a lesson." Though he said this, she wouldn't be teaching him anything. The worst she could do was hit him and that would do nothing. She was weak. Cale completely ignored Max's comment. He didn't give two cares about what the idiot had to say. All he did was roll his eyes at the comment about the slap. The guy didn't have a clue what he was talking about.
She gives him a sweet smile and a small wink playfully before turning back to Cale and says "If you had ANY" She pauses kicking Cale's area continuing by grabbing his head as he doubled over in pain kneeing him in the face hard and saying "the sh*t i have been threw" she then grabbed his right arm slipping him on his back and straddling him pinning him to the ground "you would have known better" everything she had done had lasted no more than 5 seconds not nearly enough time for him to respond
"Wait, wait, wait Could you guys move over there you might scare people away, and I need money" he said looking at booth of them having a knife out were no one can see just in case. Max smiled, and hope he did not get a knife to the head.
As he was pinned to the ground, Cale couldn't help but smile. Sure, it hurt like no tomorrow, but at least he was going to bring her down as well. With teeth clenched as the burning sensation spread throughout him again, Cale spoke in a ragged tone, "Keep holding on, sweetheart." The longer she had contact with him, the more she'd start to feel the effects of what he could do. Soon she'd start to feel drained before her body gave out and her mind shut down. It was a quick process - only taking ten to twenty minutes to complete - and she was bringing it on herself by pinning him in this position. It was only a matter of time before she died right there on top of him. Cale didn't know why it would happen - the origin of his ability was still unknown to him - but he'd done it enough times to know it was possible. All he had to do was wait like Max had just suggested.
Canter felt a pull at her energy and whimpered she had never felt anything like this before and soon collapsed on his chest whimpering "what ever you are doing.... please stop..." she whimpered lying on his chest wincing in pain "please.." she whimpered as she tried to move off of him but couldn't she didn't have the energy what he would soon find out was that he was able to extract her energy easier than he had ever been able to
The pain that Canter felt wasn't nearly as severe as the agony Cale was. Though she may have been feeling incredibly weak and drained, Cale felt like he was being ripped apart. The life that was flowing from her and through his body was too much for him too take as it exited, scrambling his thoughts in the process. The entire situation was unpleasant for him as well, but he wasn't about to let her just get away with it. If she wanted him to stop, she'd have to do it herself. "I can't stop if you're on top of me." Cale told her, squirming slightly as he was wracked with another wave of invisible needles. "Get. Off."
"i would if you weren't taking my energy how ever-" she cringed "your doing it!" she tried to get off put her arms gave out under her and she fell back on his chest "WILL YOU KNOCK IT OFF?!" she yelled at him trying to get off of him but didn't have the strength suddenly having an idea "Max.. a hand please" she asked the boy politely
The thought of someone else entering in the physical exchange made Cale concerned. Another person into the ranks would only increase the pain he was feeling, likely doubling or even tripling it. "No!" His eyes flickered to Max, a glint of hatred evident in them, "Stay out of this." His gaze went back to Canter as he tried to push her off. It was impeccably difficult. With what he was feeling, his nerves were on end and it didn't help that she was completely limp against him. While his hands shakily went up to push her off him, he thought about what a wimp she had to be to just give out like that. Sure, it was draining and, sure, most people did the same, but he would have expected more from the girl that pinned him down in the first place. Seeing as his hands were shaky and wouldn't cooperate, Cale combined that strength with his legs and eventually roughly shoved her off. She tumbled back onto the ground but it didn't matter. He was still feeling excruciating pain. His hands went up to clutch his head as he slowly curled up on himself. If there was a time when he was most vulnerable, it was now.
"You-" she stopped herself and she felt her energy slowly come back to her and she stood on her hands and knees and crawled back over to him and with a gentle voice asked him "need any help?" she asked him genuine concern in her voice as she felt bad for hurting him it had seemed to hurt him way more than had intended it to
As she came closer, Cale shot her another glare. "Don't touch me." He could hear the concern in her voice, but he didn't want it. Her sympathy was lost on him. Though he was at his most vulnerable, that hardly meant he was going to be a nice person; that hardly ever happened, even when he was in a good mood. Typically, Cale wasn't ever nice. He didn't really feel like he needed to be. What was the point? Being polite and all that crap just caused people to get closer to him and that was never a good thing. "Just..." His teeth gritted in pain, "Just go screw yourself."
"shut up and tell me how i can help you?" she sassed him but still had sincere concern in her voice and moved over to him and looked down at him and says "there must be something i can do to help you..." she says she looks over him and could tell he was in serious pain... maybe it was even the nerves she knew a little bit about medical stuff because she always had to treat herself from when she was beat by first her pervert who kept her against her will then her adopted mom
Shaking his head slightly, Cale opened his eyes to stare at her icily, "You can't." He told her, sucking in a breath, "You can't help so just get out of my face before I do something I won't regret." His eyes were locked on hers, daring her to touch him again. If she did, it would only cause the both of them more harm. Besides, the feeling would pass in a few minutes. Of course, until then, he'd still feel this awful aching, but at least it would go away. At least the pain wasn't completely permanent. The effects on his mentally stability, on the other hand, wouldn't go away. Each time this happened, Cale grew more and more unnerved. He was just waiting for the day that it would all stop. Hopefully, that would be soon though he doubted it would ever truly come.
"fine i won't touch you" she has holding up her hands defensively and says "i'm Canter by the way if you care that is.." she says and she felt really bad maybe he had deserved it. maybe he had pushed her to far... maybe he didn't know about her pass and didn't understand what she was going on with her but maybe she didn't know what he was going threw... maybe it was worse then what she had been threw... but she doubted that
As she gave him her name, Cale simply rolled his eyes. He was way too preoccupied with not breaking down and killing her rather than figuring out what her stupid name was. Canter - what kind of name was that? Sounded like a type of deer. At this, he couldn't help but be amused with himself. That was exactly what she looked and acted like: a deer caught in headlights. However, as much as he loved himself in that moment, he was still itching with nerves and agony. It was slowly receding, enough that he sat up without feeling as though he may keel over, but he was still gasping for breaths. "No, I don't give two flying f**ks what your name is, Canter." He said her name in such a tone that it caused it to sound like an insult. Really, he didn't have much room to talk. It wasn't like Cale won the prize for 'most normal name ever'.
"Gosh your such a B*tch! you have no f*cking idea what i have been through! you think physical pain is bad?! try having you body killing you you mind slowly falling off the deep end and on top of that having a man who f*cking kidnapped you rape you 24/7 and keep you in a dog pin that stuns your growth so you look like you are 10 when your going on 17! so F*CK OFF! walk a mile in someone else's shoes before you go acting like a B*TCH to them!!!" she yells at him standing up and kicking him in the back as hard as she could holding back tears. how could someone honestly be so mean
Cale cringed as her foot made contact with his back. It was just enough for him to grunt, his body still weak from the shudders of internal pain that coursed through his entire being. The moment he managed to regain some of his composure, he was angry again. How dare she kick him when he was down! That was the mark of a cruel person. What exactly had he done to her? The only thing he could think of was calling her some names and draining her energy. The second one wasn't even his fault; it was her own. She'd brought all of this on herself. If she had just turned and walked away when he'd first told her to, she wouldn't have had her feelings hurt. This was her fault. "You don't know what the h*ll you're talking about." Cale muttered in between ragged breaths, "You think your life is tough?" He shook his head, speaking under his breath now, "Right. Keep dreaming, sweetheart. You don't know the half of it." Why he had a habit of calling her sweetheart, he wasn't exactly sure. Maybe it was the fact that he found it so ironic. She was far from sweet: full of bitterness and pent up anger. He didn't like her one bit.
"Oh really then do tell" she says rage coursing threw her she had tripped. and tried to apologized. he had then flipped out on her for apologizing and what did he expect her to be the little 1800's house wife that backed down and did what she was told. umm no. that was not her. he threatened to draw a blade on her, and she fought back... what had happened after that... why had she felt so drained? she shouldn't have... that was strange and why did she get this over whelming feeling that she should do something... but she couldn't figure out what her body was pushing her to do... he had no clue how she had grown up and she highly doubted he could top it. but you never know
"Why should I tell you?" Cale asked, dead serious. The pain had begun to fully go away now and he could talk without it taking everything out of him. Still though, that didn't mean he was going to tell her what had happened to him. Just because she shared her pathetic little story didn't mean that he had to do the same. This wasn't some session of show and tell. "You're a pathetic, good for nothing attention wh**e." Cale knew he was treading on dangerous grounds, but he couldn't care less. That was where his bravery came in. He truly did not care what Canter thought of him. She disliked him for who he was? Well, freaking brilliant. Who cares? If she liked him, even better, but that didn't make him required to feel the same. He wasn't even obliged to tell her his history. She should understand that at least. "I don't have to tell you anything."
"Gosh you are such a b*tch i sincerely hope to never cross your path again. because i swear i'll kick you a** sky high" she says threw gritted teeth the ONLY reason she had said what she said was because he had ticked her off and sent her into a rant. she wasn't trying to get attention in fact she couldn't STAND when people made her the center of attention she just looked at him with hate and maybe a touch of hurt in her eyes he was and who knows why it had been him the first person she had told about her past. and now she regretted it wholeheartedly she wanted to leave, but refused to give him that satisfaction so despite what she had said she stayed where she was looking down at him not bothering to leave
In that moment, Cale actually had the audacity to smirk. The fact that he'd managed to get her so worked up over something as juvenile as her past filled him with a rare satisfaction. He still disliked himself - possibly even more than she did - but he thought it was funny how she was angered. It was nice to know he was getting better at insulting people; all the more reason for them to back off. That was what he wanted her to do now. With just as much pride as she had, he couldn't bring himself to leave either. Instead, he just stood and stared at her with narrowed eyes, daring her to make a move, "You going to do something, sweetheart, or are you going to just stare? If you are, would you hurry it up? Your face is starting to burn my eyes." He was in such an arrogant mood today, but she just set him off like no other. Every word that came out of her mouth made him hate her even more. He prayed that she'd just get over herself already and let him move on with his lonely and bitter life.
((agreed x) ))"i agree dear your face is causing me a great deal. but i don't think i wanna leave quite yet." she says smirking and thinks to herself 'Is he always like this or does he just not like me? Not that i care either way.... i'm just curious....' she walks over to Max's booth and leans against it and she aloud herself to complement herself she stood only 4'8 he stood a good bit taller than her and she had still managed to get him on his knees, but she was not going to let that get to her head.
Cale watched her with narrowed eyes, wondering how exactly she could taunt him like this. Didn't she know just what she was getting herself into? He'd already flashed her his knife. Was she so damaged that she couldn't even flinch away from a weapon? Out of curiosity, he decided to test this. Taking out his blade slowly, he kept his eyes on her for any sudden movements. If she were to move at the last second, this could go horribly wrong. Cale raised his blade slowly, trying to keep it somewhat concealed as he aimed. Balisongs weren't meant to be throwing knives, but he'd been working on getting up to par with that. Hopefully, he was good enough with it that he wouldn't hit her in the gut. Though he truly was a jerk, Cale wasn't an inconsiderate jerk. He didn't like to kill people; it just had a habit of happening around him.With aim locked, Cale flicked his wrist forward, sending the knife sailing through the air and sticking just beside her hip. He'd been aiming a little higher - the waist area - but where it had landed in the booth was good enough for him. His eyes raked over her, watching to see if she'd have a reaction. If she didn't, then he would officially classify her as insane.
she smiles as he pulled out the blade and thinks to herself 'he somewhat reminds me of the first man who had me. threatened me with blades, i will not flinch, i will not flinch. i. will. not. flinch' she thought to herself stubbornly and he aimed it she watched him not letting her eyes leave from his as the blade flew threw the air and landed in the board beside her leg she jumped a little but barely any she pulled the blade out of the wood and walked over to him smiling "like i said love been threw a lot going to have to try a bit harder" she says putting the blade back into the pocket he had got it out of smiling
Cale gave a huff at her stubbornness though he couldn't say he was impressed. She'd jumped, he'd seen it. As much as she wanted to pretend like she hadn't been, she'd been scared. Cale could just feel it radiating from her. He wasn't exactly sure why she'd been, but he guessed it most likely had been a flashback to her past. Though he'd acted like he hadn't cared and brushed it off as pathetic, Cale didn't think her past had sounded easy in the slightest. He still thought his was worse - at least she hadn't killed her parents - but he felt somewhat had. There was no way he was ever going to show that though.Instead, Cale just scowled at her, hate radiating through him, "How about I just grab your arm and we'll see just how much you can go through." His teeth were gritted, enraged at her calmness. Had her hand just slipped an inch while placing the knife into his pocket, he could have been wrought with pain. That fact that she seemed to not even care about that was enough to set him off.
"i could have cut you. i had that choice i had that option, but i didn't" she says then adds "i know i can't take a lot but neither can you" she says sharply and looks him over thinking about how... or why he had acted as if he was in so much pain. yes he should have felt some but not as much as he experienced... it was like every time she touched him it was like she was hurting him... why did that happen? was it her fault... or his?
"You don't know what I can take." Cale hissed. He was sick of everyone judging him, coming up with ideas of who he was before they got to know him. But, really, this was hypocritical. Though he thought he could, Cale couldn't want people to get know him without giving them the chance. He always pushed them away and battered them with insults before they could decide if he was worth their time or not. Most of the time, they supposed he wasn't. And, honestly, Cale wouldn't have wanted it any other way. That was where he was hypocritical: always wanting someone to talk to but never wanting someone close. It was almost like a double standard. "Any amount of pain is worth seeing you in harm's way." Though he was threatening to grab hold of her, Cale would never do that on purpose unless he had good enough reason. The way she was treating him - though extremely aggravating and downright insulting - wasn't enough for him to do that. He only touched those he had a death wish for and he didn't think she deserved that. Or at least, not yet she didn't. If she kept pushing him though, it couldn't be promised that he wouldn't act accordingly.
"you know you can talk to me. you seem to hate everyone, but i believe that it's just a show... you don't know maybe i could help... we have apparently both been threw h**l ever consider it's for a reason... maybe our past was like this because...." as she got near something her mind busted into a intense head ache "i guess i lost my train of thought..." she mutters confused on what had happened...
Cale knew exactly what she was talking about: that feeling that there was something more in his life, that he'd forgotten something that had happened long ago. It happened a lot for him and was something that bugged him for the longest time. There would be moments where he'd have a sudden epiphany - a realization of some sort - but soon lose what it was he'd been thinking of. Cale could understand what she was talking about but he wasn't going to admit it. Not to her and not to anyone. "It's not a show. This is me; take it or leave it, sweetheart. I don't have to explain myself to you: a stupid little girl who's obviously screwed in the head." His tone wasn't nearly as harsh as it had been before but it was still sharp, still full of loathing. "There is no shared past, our lives aren't intertwined. You're just demented and, quite frankly, you're an idiot." Cale said his last words with malice, "That's all there is to it."
"fine. if you don't want to talk. you just want to deny what had happened... in your past if you don't talk about it... it'll just be pent up inside you... making you cold... making you need someone to blame.... don't think i don't know that's what's going on with you.... you can see it in your eyes... they give away everything" she whispers to him she knew that, that was what was happening to him it was the same way she had felt... she could see it in his eyes clear as day
D*mmit, Cale thought to himself, momentarily in a state of mixed surprise and anger. His eyes were always his window and it made him angrier than anything that they allowed her to see what he was feeling. He didn't want her to know about that. No one was supposed to know about how he felt. He tried so hard to keep it bottled up inside and when people could see through him like that, it always made him feel somewhat defeated. Maybe I should just cut them out. He thought to himself, seriously contemplating it. It'd be easier that way. His gaze dropped to the ground, trying to hide what he was thinking about. "You're delusional." He slipped his hand into his pocket again, feeling the sleek edge of the blade. It really was a nervous habit. "I mean what I said: I don't know what the h*ll you're talking about." As he was running his hand over the blade, he felt a small sting. In that moment, Cale was sure he'd just cut himself, but he didn't mind. It wasn't like it matter anyways.
"you are such a lie!" she says she lays a gentle hand on his face making him look up at her "i can tell you are lying you don't have to tell me but if you don't tell anyone you know you'll regret it... giving up a chance to maybe talk to someone who is having the same problem ... maybe you are the idiot after all ..." she says sadly not looking at him he still had her wrist in his grasp and was slowly draining her, she could feel the sensation again that something was stealing her energy... but ignored it maybe he could get threw to him
The moment her hand touched his face, Cale's eyes went wide. He'd already hurt her so why was she voluntarily putting herself in this position again? He didn't get it. What he did get though was that she was hurting him. It wasn't her fault that this happened every time she touched him, but she knew well enough what it would do. His teeth clenched in pain as the feeling raced through him again. Cale still didn't understand himself why this happened every time, but he wanted it to stop. There was only one problem though: he was in such pain that he couldn't wrench her hand away. "Y-you're the idiot." He shook his head slightly, teeth clenched, "Get away from me." His voice started to crack slightly, "Now."
she moved off her hand and looked at him questionally "w-whats wrong?" she hadn't done anything to hurt him. it shouldn't be hurting him ... maybe it was her ... maybe she was a freak like her mom called her .... maybe she was a servant of hell like the man had told her... she took a step back the feeling over whelming her she continued to back away from him and hit the railing jumping as she flipped over it and onto the.. soft ground? the ground seemed to conform around her... seemingly catching her? this had never happened before... what was going on!?
Watching as she stumbled backwards, Cale's eyes went wide again, but this time with slight concern. He didn't want her to die and especially from falling over a railing. So he ran up and peered at her over the railing, seeing the way the ground had contorted to ease her fall. "What... The... H*ll?" Was all he could manage to mutter as he watched her. His face and body was still burning and he had to grit his teeth to keep from yelling, but he was only thinking about what strange event had just occurred. Had the ground really just spontaneously shifted like that? Was that even possible? What kind of a freak was this girl?
Canter lay on the ground gasping 'what had just happened?!' she whimpered the ground may have softened her fall but it sure as h*** didn't cushion her enough not to send pain rippling threw her body... maybe the ground had just been like that... maybe she didn't do anything... but that didn't matter soon a black curtain seemed to fall over her soon she was out cold lying on the ground thinking she was alone the boy she had meet was probably laughing right about now yelling good ridden and no one would care if the girl just died here and there
Though she expected him to laugh and say such things, Cale didn't. Had she been conscious and able to hear him, he might have but that would only be to prove a point. It would only be to prove that he was that cruel. But, in all actuality, Cale wasn't that bad. He just didn't want other people to think of him as weak and he most certainly didn't want them to care about him. He didn't want anyone's sympathy, but that didn't mean he couldn't dish it out.Coming down from the railing and over to her side, he stood looking down at her in her unconscious state. He didn't know what to do in the slightest. Whereas a normal guy would sweep her into his arms and carry to an infirmary or something, Cale couldn't do that. He hadn't a clue how to wake her. Maybe I could stab her. He thought, but then reconsidered. That would only do more harm than good, wouldn't it? The best he could think to do would be to try and wake her up without touching her. "Hey." He said awkwardly, kneeling down slightly, "Wake up." Cale knew that probably wouldn't help at all, but it was the best he could do.
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"She gives him a sweet smile and a small wink playfully before turning back to Cale and says "If you had ANY" She pauses kicking Cale's area continuing by grabbing his head as he doubled over in pai..."((Hi. I'm not a mod or anything, but that was godmodding. To the extreme. And I'm pretty sure CC doesn't allow that.))
she didn't move at all, the only thing that ran threw her mind as she lay in the ground she coughed a little and her eyes slowly opened looking at him in confusion. 'why is he here? ... why wasn't he already gone? ... better yet... what had happened .... had the ground actually reshaped itself ... was this real? ... or is it all in my head?' she thought to herself desperately.
As her eyes opened, Cale simply watched her, the concern washing from his features. It was still obvious in his gaze but that was normal for him. Clearing his throat, he tried to make up for it with words, "You done with the pity party or do I have to hang around and wait for you to clean up?" He didn't want her to think that he'd been at all concerned or worried for her. If anything, he wanted her to believe exactly the opposite, that he'd relished in her possible untimely death. So instead of grinning or anything like that, he just scowled at her, feigning displeasure.
Max started to walk in, for how many years he had been her, he could never stop loving it all the music, he wished his brother was here, but no, stupide Russia, was the only thing that came to mine when he thought of him. Max started to walk toured the candy booth, he was hungry, well he always was he would always eat and never gain a pound, it was amazing. Max pay the guy for is candy and started to eat he, liked the way the ocean near by smelled, like home. He also wished his sister was here, is was nice to be with his twin. Max never got that with his brother only sis.