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*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis)
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Dec 27, 2010 03:03PM
Brittney picked up a small rock, abd threw it at him. "Be quiet."!
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Jace smiled and stood. "Well, Brittney, good luck with your snares. I've gotta run." With a grin and a wave, Jace walked off.
Lysander waltzed up behind his sister, for once without a book. His hands stuffed into his pockets, glasses indicating that he was reading. He took a seat beside Anfisa with a smile.
9(SHite. just remembered that she isn't supposed to be here. e3e *headdesks repeatedly* I can switch her with Ivan...?))
((derrrp.))
((dai other posts ><))
Ivan laid back, hands behind his head as he stared up at the clear blue sky.
((dai other posts ><))
Ivan laid back, hands behind his head as he stared up at the clear blue sky.
Callisto, enjoying the empty camp, strolled through the fields, dandelions and roses sprouting near her feet and the grass swaying with her breathing.
Drake twiddled with the whip in his hands, a smirk on his face. Summer over. Less people to choose from.
Callisto daintily took a seat amongst the swaying grasses, still cautiously watching Drake as she toyed with the grass between her fingers.
Callisto rolled her eyes but fell silent, rolling over onto her stomach and resting her head on the ground, long golden spirals falling in front of her porcelain cheeks.
Moments of silence passed in which Drake watched her with an unreadable expression, contemplating.
She glanced over her shoulder and rolled her eyes at him before turning back and playing with a patch of clovers that sprouted beneath her hands.
((xD))Callisto didn't move at all, simply ignoring Drake.
But the vines felt otherwise.
Two of then snaked through the tall grasses, almost concealed, and up to Drake, slowly wrapping around each of his legs and constricting.
She glanced over her shoulder and spotted the vines with a shrug. "They aren't hurting anything."But they were trying to. The vines coiled tighter and tighter, slithering nearly up to Drake's thigh.
"I'm tired. Move them yourself." She rolled over onto her back and closed her eyes, linking her arms behind her head in the perfect image of sleep.
Drake smirked. His hand fell out from his pocket, the whip spilling out from his hand. "Time's up," he whispered.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
((Finally. *grumblegrumble*))Callisto hadn't seen the whip coming, therefore she hadn't been ready for the searing pain it brought across her stomach. A small cry of pain escaped her lips, though nothing more.



