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[Kat]

"Fine. I assume that your dancing skills aren't very good, because most boys don't affiliate themselves with dance." She retorted, as if she was challenging him to prove her wrong.

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Raven rolled his eyes. "Bet I can tango better than you," he smirked. "And probably slow dance better. And I know I'm definitely the winner when it comes to tribal dances, so there."

[Kat]

"Prove it," Scarlett stood up, holding up her arms. "Come at me, Bro." She resisted a smile, looking at him with a completely straight face.

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"You're kidding." Raven stood too, grinning with an expression of absolute disbelief. "You want me to dance with you, here, now. In front of everybody." He paused, looking at her serious face. "What the hell is wrong with you, Scarlett?"

[Kat]

"A lot of things. Now, if you don't start moving your feet, I'm gonna start acting physophical again." She grinned.

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"M'lady, you're terrible," Raven said, adopting an expression of horror at her suggestion. But he bowed low, extending one hand. He was never one to back away from a threat or a challenge. "May I have this dance?"

[Kat]

"You may." Scarlett replied, curtsying and bowing her head. Not only was she trained in ballet, she also took ballroom as a child.

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Raven took her hand in his, raising it to his lips and kissing lightly as he had Rosemarie that day in the basement--he focused on formalities sometimes. "What are we to dance to, lovely lady?"

[Kat]

"Start with a simple waltz. Remember your posture." Even though she hadn't danced with a partner in a while, at least she had the etiquette of a regular dancer. Wonderful posture, neck extension, good footwork.

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"Ah, shut up." Raven smacked her arm gently; so much for formal. "We're not even a couple. You wanna go out with me, then we can start discussing in-depth the art of fancy footwork. Until then, if you're so brilliant, lead on." He gestured to the mostly-empty room with a grand sweep of his arm, positioning himself to dance. Might be a little hard considering he had several inches on Scarlett, but he would make do.

[Kat]

"No thanks." She replied, then put her hands in the right positions. She started slowly, moving her limbs elegantly.

((Sorry I don't know crap about dance.))

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((I don't either, LOL))

Raven followed along for the first few steps; but being the headstrong boy he was, soon found himself leading rather than moving along after the girl as he'd planned. He found himself carrying them across the floor in a display that was probably rather elegant, if just a little awkward. It had been such a long time since he'd danced.

[Kat]

((We can wing it. XD))

She allowed him to take the lead, seeing that he had several inches in height on her and it was awkward for her to lead. Scarlett was rather surprised, he could dance quite well. Firm hold, good stance... maybe she shouldn't be as general.

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((LOL, I know.))

Raven gave the dance another minute or two, then came to a flourishing stop and removed his hands from Scarlett's waist and shoulder. "Happy?" he asked, moving to sit down again. "Was that good enough for you, dear?"

[Kat]

"Yeah, really good for a simple waltz. I just wonder how you'd hold up under some real footwork. But, I'll save that for another time." Was that a compliment? Scar fell back onto a couch.

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Raven rolled his eyes in contempt, but he was grinning. "Fine. Until then, why don't you leave me in peace?" He pointed across the room at another seat, then leaned back in his own and closed his eyes. He had a feeling she knew when enough was enough.

[Kat]

"Bored anyways." She got up and did one better. Walking out the door.

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((Fade.))

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Dinah, feeling rather sorry for herself after realizing that she'd slacked off with Miriam. There was also the rather troubling news of Rosemarie's prophecy. Pouting, the Oracle crossed her arms over her maroon-colored robes and ran a hand through her silky blonde hair. How was she going to fix all this?

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There was, really, one other person Raven was truly interested in seeing around the asylum besides Arabelle: Dinah, the self-proclaimed oracle. He'd read her file, her sister's file, and what 'prophecies' the doctors had managed to record during the girl's seemingly frequent meltdowns, when he could. Now he was ready to meet the girl in person, for rumor had it she'd had recent business with his latest little game, Rosemarie. He was curious now.

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Troubled blue-green eyes alighted on a darker-skinned boy who was staring at her from across the room. Sitting up, she realized that this was none other than the infamous Raven, he who wouldn't accept her sister until he turned her into the monster that he supposedly was. She stared back at him with a curious gaze, both disgusted and intrigued by this horrible person that had managed to get inside a Huntress' head.

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Raven said nothing, only looked at Dinah with a steady, intelligent gaze. He gave a very small tilt of his head, gesturing for her to come over. They had things to discuss.

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Rising, Dinah stood and walked over to Raven. "What?" She hissed, sitting down across from him in one of the chairs.

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"In my country, we often exchange a pleasant 'hello' before asking questions," Raven said, giving her an almost sharp look of disapproval. "Dinah, I am Raven. And if I'm not mistaken, you and I have things to discuss."

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"Like what?" She leaned back in her seat, all the while keeping Raven's gaze with a stare of her own. "You came looking for me, Raven, and so if you have things you want to discuss with me, then you'd better speak up." Dinah's usual kindness had melted away, she was on her guard. But, of course, she knew that Raven had all the power in this situation, and she would have to tell him what he wanted to know.

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"Rosemarie." Short, sweet, and to the point. He saw the resigned look in Dinah's eyes and saw no reason to slow the conversation down with pleasant talk before getting to the good stuff. "I hear you and her have been talking, Oracle of Delphi." Raven leaned forward, hands on his knees. "And I want to know what about."

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"I was expecting that you'd want to talk about my sister," Dinah sighed. "We mostly talk about religion, and she confides in me. You really confuse her, you know. She's been a wreck for weeks, but I suppose that's what you want. And once in a while I divine for her. And the correct term, Raven, is Pythia, or Oracle. I was expected better from one with such a big head."

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Raven only laughed. "I don't put stress on Greek customs," he said. "Talk to me about Native American." And then came a shrug. "But back to the point. Rumor has it that you've given my Rosie a prophecy, Oracle. About what, pray tell?"

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"Oh, that. You won't love her until she turns evil, like you. The mother raven does not accept her young until their feathers turn glossy black." Dinah replied, hatred burning behind her eyes, though she closed them so that Raven couldn't see it.

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"Ahhh!" Raven sighed, leaning back and laughing a little. "Is that what you think, my friend?"

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"It's not what i think, its what Apollo knows." She snapped, opening her eyes and leaning forward. "Laugh all you want, but if you hurt Rosemarie, I will curse you a thousand times over!"

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Raven's eyes opened a fraction, and he laughed. "Have fun with that, darling. Because Rosemarie is going to be feeling a whole lot of pain come the next few weeks."

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Though rage was written all over Dinah's face, she breathed deeply and asked, "What kind of pain? Emotional or physical?"

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Raven only laughed again. "Perhaps both," he said slyly, and zipped his lips. "I'll never tell."

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Dinah let a strange shriek of rage billow from her lips. "How is that gonna help you, huh? You're gonna hurt her, and she'll never love you. Never."

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Raven's eyes opened fully now, and he blinked at Dinah in surprise. "Love?" he said softly, eyebrows rising. "I don't love Rosemarie, Pythia. I don't want to. It is a game, don't you see? A trick of my ill mind." Truthfully, the young girl's statement had surprised him. He wasn't going for love; he never had. He did not love. Not anymore. Now, he only played. Oh, there might be confessions of love at times, but he never stayed, not long. He would have thought Dinah to know that.

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"Not yet. You don't love Rosemarie yet." She said, poking a finger at Raven. "And you won't, until she does something for you. Until she does something horribly, horribly evil." Dinah sighed and slumped in the seat. All this talk of what the future held made her upset and sad, and a mix of those emotions raced over her face until the Oracle moulded her face into an easily breakable mask of composure. "Why haven't you gotten tired of Rosemarie yet? Isn't that what happens with the others, huh, Raven? Exactly. And, for the record, she deserves much better than you."

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"Oh, yes," Raven agreed with an amused grin. "Much, much better. I'll be the first to admit that. Unfortunately, she's as trapped as I am here, and I'm the best she's got--or is ever going to get. I think you know that as well as I do, prophetess."

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"She could probably get out someday if it weren't for you, but I'm not one to interfere with the fates. Just know that I'll be watching." With that, Dinah stood, green eyes locking with the Indian's face, almost asking for permission to go.

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Raven waved a hand dismissively, rolling his eyes. "Leave me," he said, a little snarky, adopting the character of an arrogant businessman. "Don't you have other things to do?"

((Fade?))

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Dinah turned on her heel, ignoring the rather annoying comments of Rosemarie's lover. Instead, she stormed out of the room, utterly frustrated and upset and angry at the gall of that Raven to talk to her as he did, as well as the troubling prophecy.

((Fade.))

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((We were just here, LOL))

His fist taste of freedom after two horrible weeks locked in his dorm. Jason sat on one of the couches, relishing the weightlessness of his wrists and the sights of a normal place in the asylum, something that wasn't familiar. A change. He wasn't happy--the asylum was still a prison and the staff were all children of sows--but he was about as pleased as he could get, being here. A small smile even went as far as to grace his lips.

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((XD))

Wren was sitting by the fireplace, face pressed against the cool stones. Watching those around her with bright eyes, her gaze alighted upon none other than Jason Turner, another fellow murderer/sadist. Bouncing up, she walked toward him, cotton dress swirling around her feet. "Hello." she said, being more polite than usual. It was true, she was a little bit in awe of his work. She'd heard about it on the news a couple years ago.

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His head snapped around, his dark green gaze instantly sharpening. Those weeks in confinement had, it seemed, heightened his reflexes and his distrust. But when Jason focused, and realized that who had spoke was only a little girl, he did his best to relax. "Hey."

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"You're Jason Turner." She almost fangirled, in a way, but suppressed the urge and continued. "I'm a huge fan of your...work. Like with that toddler. Nice clean shot to the head." Wren nodded curtly, hands clutching the fabric of her dress.

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((LOL, yay! He has a following!))

Jason's thin blonde eyebrows rose in surprise--how had she found out about that? But he smiled a sardonic little smile and nodded. "You're young," he said then, amused. "What business do you have murdering, little girl?"

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Wren smiled slowly, sweetly. "I just killed all the girls at my school and played a lot of video games. Do you prefer knives or guns?" she proceeded, wondering what his method of choice was.

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Jason laughed. "Why make me choose?" he asked, raising his hands helplessly. "I like them both quite a bit." He tilted his head, studying her. "But what about you? I could never choose between two loves--but you, you're young enough to keep your attachments minimal."

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"Guns," Wren replied, smile widening. "Though I guess I would like knives, too." She paused for a moment, studying him.

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Jason looked thoughtful. "I like knives," he said. "I had one--Ares--but the idiot guards took him from me about two weeks ago." He studied her as she did him, now curious. "Did you hear about that? Rumors about my breakdown were running rampant, that's what I've heard."