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Maggie, Gaea shall smite you all.
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Oct 06, 2010 04:09PM

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((Okay, but how is Sappho going to realize that she's there?))
Striding quickly among the trees towards the Mess Hall, Sappho eyed the javelin range apprehensively. "Pretty..." The sun filtering through the trees was beautiful, the light a delicate pale green. She stood there, transfixed for a moment.
Striding quickly among the trees towards the Mess Hall, Sappho eyed the javelin range apprehensively. "Pretty..." The sun filtering through the trees was beautiful, the light a delicate pale green. She stood there, transfixed for a moment.

Sappho blinked. Where there most certainly had not been a girl before, there was now standing one-- a girl with long black hair with a neon streak running through it.
"Hi," Sappho greeted, the warmth in her tone hiding her utter surprise.
"Hi," Sappho greeted, the warmth in her tone hiding her utter surprise.

Was-- was that girl sticking herself with a dart?
Sappho rushed forward, keeping her smile in place just in case she had been mistaken. She hadn't.
With a snatch of nimble fingers, Sappho plucked the dart away and regarded the girl with a pitying but steely expression.
"Did you just try to kill yourself?" Sappho could smell the poison-- some sort of animal venom, perhaps. She'd smelled a lot of poisons for inspiration during a phase she'd gone through last year.
Sappho rushed forward, keeping her smile in place just in case she had been mistaken. She hadn't.
With a snatch of nimble fingers, Sappho plucked the dart away and regarded the girl with a pitying but steely expression.
"Did you just try to kill yourself?" Sappho could smell the poison-- some sort of animal venom, perhaps. She'd smelled a lot of poisons for inspiration during a phase she'd gone through last year.
"What's your problem?" Sappho asked, her svelte voice shocked. She used her taller height to her advantage and held the dart high above her head, looking bemusedly down at the girl. "Why would you ever try to prick yourself with a poisoned dart?"

Two people-- you almost killed yourself as well.
"Mental sickness can be fixed," Sappho said calmly, regarding the girl with pity. "And it's only cowards who kill themselves. I don't think you're a coward, so why are you killing yourself?"
Her own namesake had committed suicide, plunging off a cliff because her lover had rejected her.
"Mental sickness can be fixed," Sappho said calmly, regarding the girl with pity. "And it's only cowards who kill themselves. I don't think you're a coward, so why are you killing yourself?"
Her own namesake had committed suicide, plunging off a cliff because her lover had rejected her.

"You would be killing yourself now," Sappho insisted gently. "Which would be going against the point of your suicide, in any case."

Lynndelia stomped into the Javelin Range. Her new javelin in her hand. She threw it at the nearest target, nailing it bulls eye. She did not care though. She was too angry to care. All she cared about was that boy had escaped her as well as broken her favorite spear. She should not have felt so angry about it. After all, she broke her weapons within a day of use. The point was she was angry.
Drake found himself at the Javelin Range, clearly unimpressed at those around him. His hands were in his pocket, the little 'surprise' invisible behind the clothing. A faint, though sure, smirk was plastered on his face.

(("the spear thing." xD It's a metal bar))
Drake snorted, lips curling into a sneer, though he remained silent, waiting. Wouldn't that be fun, another victim. Or rather, the person who would get a very nice surprise.
Drake snorted, lips curling into a sneer, though he remained silent, waiting. Wouldn't that be fun, another victim. Or rather, the person who would get a very nice surprise.

Ashleigh spun around at the noise. She glared at him from under her hood, anger settling inside of her. You can do better? She thought, though she didn't stare say it aloud.


((little? She's fifteen...))
Drake rolled his eyes. He picked up a javelin. Like his whip, he took to seconds. One to aim. The other to throw at wicked speed. The end of the medal bar stook out of the bullseye. He turned back to the girl. "You were saying."
Drake rolled his eyes. He picked up a javelin. Like his whip, he took to seconds. One to aim. The other to throw at wicked speed. The end of the medal bar stook out of the bullseye. He turned back to the girl. "You were saying."

"In my defense, that was pretty damn good for a first time." She threw back her hood, revealing a slightly flushed, beaming face. Her straight blonde hair was in it's usual ponytail.
((2 years isn't very big. Oh well.))
Dear gods. Flirt. then, first time my @ss.
Drake gave her a scathing smile, one that showed the cruelties without words. "Watch it, little girl."
Dear gods. Flirt. then, first time my @ss.
Drake gave her a scathing smile, one that showed the cruelties without words. "Watch it, little girl."

((is he calling her a flirt? Or telling himself to flirt with her?))

Ashleigh studied him, this boy was a complete puzzle to her. A puzzle that she wasn't sure she wanted to solve. Shaking her head, she grabbed another javelin, and threw it. This time, it hit the target, and she stared at it in shock.

Drake smirked, his hands still shoved in his Pockets with his scars seeming to pop out against the sunlight.


His dark eyes were cold, as they usually were. They reflected his soulless being. "I had then done."
