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Cassidy sat up, rubbing her neck slowly, fixating her gaze on Jen with a look of pity on her face. Of course, Jen wouldn't understand what was going through her mind. No one really did. Cassidy rose to her feet, shoving her hands in her pockets. "See you around, Jen." With that, she stalked off without another word.
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((Izzy and I via email:))
Only one coherent thought besides the searing pain fed through her mind. He’s done…
Callisto didn’t open her eyes, nor did she move in any way. She simply lay there, sprawled in a pool of her own blood and shaking.
Drake smirked, staring down at her with no pity. His hands were once again shoved in his pockets as he waited.
Callisto barely managed to open her eyes to glare at Drake; she refused to look at the whiplashes on her (stomach/chest). She didn’t seem capable of speech.
"Welcome back to the real world," he sneered.
Callisto took in a shaky breath, almost as if she were going to speak. Before she could, however, her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed even further down into the blood-soaked ground.
Drake smirked, then turned to leave. Not an ounce of pity or regret resided in him.
Moments past before Rhys Covel came. His brow furrowed as he saw the ground stained with blood. His gaze traveled upwards until it fell onto the limp form of Callisto. He ran to her, shocked.
She remained completely dead to the world, the blood just now beginning to seep through her shirt and reveal the flame etched into her porcelain skin.
Rhys let out a breath of disbelieve. "Callisto," he murmured quietly.
Maybe her eyelids fluttered, maybe not. But there was no other visible sign she heard.
"Callisto," Rhys repeated, louder this time, gently laying his slender fingers on her shoulder.
Her delicate eyelids fluttered, lifting only slightly to reveal her hazel eyes. She coughed to clear her throat- dry from the screaming-, though her expression didn’t change. “Hi, Rhys,” she croaked.
"I'm going to take you to the Infirmary, okay?" Rhys murmured gently.
She nodded slowly, shutting her hazel eyes tightly against threatening tears.
Rhys gently picked her up, cradling her. "It's okay," he murmured. "It'll be okay."
Callisto nodded again, a few tears leaking from behind closed lashes. Her long blonde spirals draped to the floor as the linked her arms around his neck.
Slowly, Rhys made his way to the infirmary.
Only one coherent thought besides the searing pain fed through her mind. He’s done…
Callisto didn’t open her eyes, nor did she move in any way. She simply lay there, sprawled in a pool of her own blood and shaking.
Drake smirked, staring down at her with no pity. His hands were once again shoved in his pockets as he waited.
Callisto barely managed to open her eyes to glare at Drake; she refused to look at the whiplashes on her (stomach/chest). She didn’t seem capable of speech.
"Welcome back to the real world," he sneered.
Callisto took in a shaky breath, almost as if she were going to speak. Before she could, however, her eyes rolled back into her head and she collapsed even further down into the blood-soaked ground.
Drake smirked, then turned to leave. Not an ounce of pity or regret resided in him.
Moments past before Rhys Covel came. His brow furrowed as he saw the ground stained with blood. His gaze traveled upwards until it fell onto the limp form of Callisto. He ran to her, shocked.
She remained completely dead to the world, the blood just now beginning to seep through her shirt and reveal the flame etched into her porcelain skin.
Rhys let out a breath of disbelieve. "Callisto," he murmured quietly.
Maybe her eyelids fluttered, maybe not. But there was no other visible sign she heard.
"Callisto," Rhys repeated, louder this time, gently laying his slender fingers on her shoulder.
Her delicate eyelids fluttered, lifting only slightly to reveal her hazel eyes. She coughed to clear her throat- dry from the screaming-, though her expression didn’t change. “Hi, Rhys,” she croaked.
"I'm going to take you to the Infirmary, okay?" Rhys murmured gently.
She nodded slowly, shutting her hazel eyes tightly against threatening tears.
Rhys gently picked her up, cradling her. "It's okay," he murmured. "It'll be okay."
Callisto nodded again, a few tears leaking from behind closed lashes. Her long blonde spirals draped to the floor as the linked her arms around his neck.
Slowly, Rhys made his way to the infirmary.
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Her small and nimble fingers entwined in the flowers, but only to look like a disaster and being thrown a few feet away.
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Ivan strolled down through the field, eyebrows raised when he recognized Mallory not too far off. Shrugging, he made his way towards her, hands in his pockets. "Alright?" he asked quietly.

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Ivan looked down at it thoughtfully. "I'm not that good at stuff like that, either," he commented. "You probably did better than I could."

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Ivan stuck out his tongue. "Nah. I don't have the patience to do that," he said. "ADHD and all."

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He nodded. "Mmhm. Plus, that makes me bored when I try to make them," Ivan added. "They're just so... dull."

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"Swimming is just a little more fun when you're a son of Poseidon," Ivan commented. "Battle training is fun, too."

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Mallory grinned, and nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I'm sure that deserves a thanks."
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Ivan nodded, etching closer to her. "It's okay," he said. "But I wouldn't know... 'Cause you know, I can't drown."

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"Weell, I was in my cabin, then I went to get something to eat, then I came here, and here we are," Ivan said.
Emma,Cora, Brandy,Bradnon, Xeena, Vanessa,Mallory, and others are normal, though. True, but I think that her reasons for insanity is pathetic. I'm thinking of having her bounce back a luttle. But yes, I agree with you.))Jen snarled at her, eyes flashing in hatred. "I've already taken everything you've said the wrong way. One more thing will just bring me closer to choking you."