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Pyro nodded. "oh."
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"Escape from the School?"
"Yeah. Pity. I was about to get upgraded to medium dog kennel." She growled sarcastically.((goodreads wouldn't load!!!!))
((hey does anyone want devyn to randomly appear in front if their charrie?))Devyn finished her sandwiches and walked out if the deli. She pulled a iece of lettuce out of her pocket and put in with Manya the guinea pig. FOOD!!!, Manya squealed. It still was weird for her, hearing the pigs talk. She hadn't minded until two weeks ago when she learned that other teenagers couldn't understand animals.
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She sighed, rubbing her face. Maybe she should join them up there. Oh, how much she wanted to. She wanted to fly like a person on a diet wanted pizza.
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Anyone feel like posting in the summary topic?))
((............Noooooooooooooo, I don't even know whats going on D: ))
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Savita nodded, smiling. "I know what you mean."
Sorta.
Pyro shrugged. "That makes sense. Luckily, I don't draw heat. They're too busy rounding up the superior bk's."
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"Uh-huh," she muttered distractedly.
Is she one of them?
((Aww. But me either, so ohwellz))"Yep. No dogboys for me. Do you get attacked at all?"
((lol at your summary RedPath))
((Meliked the summary!))
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Anybody have a free character?))
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Anybody have a free character?))"
((Erm... STELLA IS FREE.))
((I do, Belial just sitting an angsting.))
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Erm, so -fidgets- wanna meet up, either of you?))
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Demonic?))
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((Here, I was looking for a new profile pic))Belial crawled spider-like onto a memorial statue, crouching on the mossy head.
Why do humans feel the need to make things everywhere? the Grae asked, fidgeting once more.
Belial ignored him, inspecting his nails, wiping away some crusted blood.
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Should I do something?
((So, should they know each other? Or should they not?))
((Maybe not, it will make his insanity all the more shocking))He dropped his hands, closing his eyes. They felt like lead with lack of sleep, his orange irises slowly concealed by falling lids.
Devyn walked a little farther down the road and saw the strange guy sitting...on a monument?!?! Freak. But there was another girl watching and Devyn felt something strange about her. Needless to say, she went over. "he your friend?" she asked the girl, gesturing toward barefoot-statue-dude with her chin.
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Scarlett looked at Devyn, recognizing her from the Deli. She noticed him too?
"Yes," she lied, trying to wave off her concern. "He does that all the time, don't worry." She stood up quickly. "I guess I should tell him to get down."
With a short nod goodbye, Scarlett made her way to the monument.
Belial's eyes twitched with the sound of crunching gravel. Wearily, he opened one eye, giving a face cracking, foxy grin at the approaching girl, a wolf in a sheeps clothing.
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"Yep. No dogboys for me. Do you get attacked at all?""
Savita slowed the beat of her wings, feeling the gun in her waistband shift. "Not much. I prefer to stay under the radar."
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Shelooked around quickly and then looked back up at him. "Are you okay?" She asked, trying not to draw attention to them.
She noticed that he was barefoot. She wondered if his feet hurt when he walked around town without shoes. He was a strange one, and she felt wary of him, tense, as if she were waiting for him to...explode. And he hasn't even said anything yet.
((Only time for one post))"Yep. I seem to do it without trying." Pyro murmured thoughtfully.
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"You're lucky, then," Savita pointed out. "Most of the time, they're ruthless in getting back escaped mutants, important or not."
"I feel no pain, if that is what you mean." he said, smile widening if that was even possible, one finger twirling a blood red braid, flinching slightly under her wise gaze.She is knowledgeable, be wary, vessel the Grae fretted, flickering stronger than before.
Be silent! he barked silently, slipping lower on his perch, hanging on with one leg and crooked arm.
"And who, might you be?" he questioned, opening both slitted, orange eyes.
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"Scarlett," she responded, taking the honesty route this time. "If you were asking for my name." She wanted to look at him with her infrared vision. But she couldn't sneak the glance like she did with Stella. No, she needed the honesty route, like she decided before. It made things easier, especially in such an odd situation.
"And you?"
Belial dropped down farther, touching down on the marble pedestal, touching a thin finger to the long forgotten soldiers name at the base."I have went by many names. But, nowadays, I am called Belial, the worthless."
Steady, Belial, steady
He smirked again, eyes slitted and mischievous. Blood, he could feel her blood.....but no, not yet, he should not kill when necessary.
You are learning
His pointed ears flicked again in annoyance. The Grae. Information, perhaps she had information.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, picking at a loose thread on his stretched out, grey shirt.
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We'll be in touch. The last time the School had "been in touch" with her, things had not ended well. She glared at the ground, thinking about how ignorant she must have been to let them find her again like this. She almost wished an Eraser would show up right now. It would feel so good to punch someone.
One thing was certain, and that was she had to leave Chicago now. Find a new city, a new place to stay, a new job, a new identity. Stella would have to start all over again. But as she thought about it, she kept coming back to one thing: What about Kelly?
If the girl she had meet half an hour ago was what she thought she was, the School must be able to find her as well. Stella couldn't just leave her alone, unknowing, to be captured. She gritted her teeth, hating herself. No. No. You can't turn around, you can't risk everything for something that might not even be real. You've never cared about other people's safety before. Why now?
Stella closed her eyes for a second, then turned around. This time is different.
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Stay calm, she reminded herself. She couldn't let her discomfort cloud her judgement or decisions. Ask him now.
"Belial," she addressed him, "Do you mind if I look at you? Just for a second."
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((IKR? Total 'that's what she said' moment!))
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My gun. Where is my gun?!
Muttering a few choice profanities under her breath, Stella put her ear to the door, listening intently for any sounds and preparing for a fight. She waited two seconds, then swiftly unlocked the door and barged into the hotel room. And then stopped, letting the door swing closed behind her.
The room was empty, the bed still unmade and the scattered maps and newspapers on the table where she had left them. She walked slowly through the room, mind still racing and on high alert from the built-up adrenaline. The glass door by her bed that led to the balcony was wide open, and a soft breeze blew through, blowing the billowing curtains towards Stella and unveiling the blue sky outside. She stopped now again beside the bed as something caught her attention. Laying on the otherwise undisturbed bedspread was a piece of paper, wrapped around her gun. Stella took the gun, checked it to make sure it was still full, and put it back in her belt. Then she picked up the paper, cold eyes scanning the short message that had been written on it. She crumpled it up in her hand with disgust and let it fall back onto the bed.
Turning sharply, she grabbed the papers from the desk and stuffed them into her backpack, then swung the pack over her shoulders and walked out onto the balcony. She looked down for a second, judging the distance between herself and the ground. Then she stepped lightly up onto the top rail, hesitated for a second, and let herself fall.
So they’ve found me again, she thought to herself as she fell through the air, wind rushing past her fast. She wondered for a second what it would be like to not do anything, to let herself hit the ground, to give up once and for all. Then she gritted her teeth and tightened the muscles in her back, opening her long, tawny brown and speckled wings. At first, they hurt like hell, but then they caught the air and she shot back up to the clouds and the overwhelming sensation of flying drove out the pain.
Because Stella was not one to give up.
Back at the hotel, a gust of wind blew through the open door and caught the paper, carrying it to the floor and turning it so the message was revealed. There were only four words, scrawled out in black with a loopy cursive penmanship.
We’ll be in touch.