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Sep 18, 2015 12:23PM
"I am not leaving you, Daisy!" She insisted. "I love you." She took Daisy's hand, clutching it between her own hands. "I want to be with you as long as you want me."
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Daisy pushed her hands away. "I don't want you to feel forced to be with me. If you have the smalles doubt about it, just go. If you wondered just for a second what being with him would be like, go!" she bit her lower lip.
Thursday looked at her and then back at Grayson, starting to lose her temper. "You think that is who I am?" She said. "Someone who would run off to be with someone else as soon as I had doubts?!" Her expression grew cold.
"Apparently I don't know who you are!" Daisy said still looking in another direction.
Thursday looked at her coldly. "Maybe I should just go then," she said, turning to walking out of the range.
Daisy turned to her. "Why do you always run away whenever we start talking like this?"
"I am not running away," said Thursday, turning to look at her. "I am doing what you want: leaving." She turned away again and walked out of the range to find her bow and arrows and knives.
"Fine!" Daisy kicked a rock on the grass and it flew in Thursday's direction but far from her.
(Does this mean they are breaking up?)
((I guess it does, until the monster shows up))
(Where outside of camp should they be? Probably somewhere public like a mall or in the streets?)
((Yeah a mall or the park or something))
Grayson walked into the javelin range with Adriana.
(Sorry. I am tired.)Hadley walked into the javelin range. Javelins were not her favorite types of weapons, but practicing her javelin throws was something to do.
Hadley picked one of the javelins up and hurled it across the range.
"Thanks," said Hadley, turning to look at the girl with a half smile. After a few years of staying at camp, she still had problems trusting people. Hadley walked out across the range to retrieve the javelin. Another person's javelin nearly hit her as she was coming back, but she managed to knock it away with the javelin in her hands. She yelled curses at the fool who threw it, much in the custom of a loud, bad-tempered New Yorker.
Hadley muttered something that must have meant some variation of "stupid fool" in Greek. She sighed as she returned to where she was before.
Hadley smirked at her. "As long as I don't get the spiked end in my back when I turn around," she said.
"Alright," Hadley said. Her expression turned more serious as she showed Sadie how to throw it.
"Show me your posture before you throw it," said Hadley, walking over to her.
Hadley moved her legs into a stable stance. She stood up again and adjusted Sadie's arm. At last, she said softly, "Relax your muscles a bit more."
"Yes," Hadley said. When she turned to look at her, she realized how close her face was to Sadie's. She felt her face grow warm. She pulled away.
Hadley looked at the javelin, trying to avoid meeting Sadie's gaze. "Much better," said Hadley. "Just remember not to tense up."
Hadley reluctantly shook her hand. The girl's hand was soft and Hadley looked into the other girl's eyes for a little longer than necessary. An electric static passed between them. Hadley removed her hand quickly. "Sorry," she said. "That happens often because of my abilities from my father."
"I have no need of bowing," said Hadley. "We all bleed the same way." She paused as she thought over her words.
Hadley smirked a little. "It is true though," she said. "Out there-" She gestured outside of camp. "-who you are doesn't matter." Her tone was bitter.
"Lucky you," she said, turning away and hurling her javelin.
Hadley looked at her a little suspiciously. "My life is nothing worth telling," she lied. The truth was her life had been horrible up until a month after arriving at camp five years ago. Even afterwards, there were terrible moments.
Hadley smirked at Sadie, but she did not reply. She did not so much as tell the girl her name. She hurled another javelin.
"Are names really that important?" She asked. "My name is probably not even my own."
"Apparently, even when you are named after letters written on a blanket," said Hadley, sarcastically.
(I have to go eat dinner. Be back in maybe about twenty minutes?)
She nodded before retrieving the javelin and returning.
"Hadley," she said, glancing at Sadie. "My name is Hadley Fraser."
"Kind of sounds like the name of someone else," she said. "Someone pretty, sweet, and shy."
Hadley tried to laugh off her embarrassment, but her cheeks were warm. "No, I'm not," she said. "You don't even know me."
Hadley was still blushing a little. "You probably won't come to the conclusion that you just jumped to," she said, not saying no but not saying yes.
"What do you want to know?" Asked Hadley, looking away. Her cheeks slowly returned to their ordinary color.
