•·.·´¯`·.·••·.·´¯`·.·•´Ω•·.·´¯`·.·••·.·´¯`·.·•´[OutOfChocolate//Fashion for Today: //Brain Bubble: ...//Mood: Angst//Day: 3//Day IRL: 3/4 Days] The boy was quiet, listening to what the other had to say. She had so much trapped in her, it was kind of cool that she was letting out to a stranger like him. All the words she was saying was deep and had many different meanings to them. She said that they were both the same, they both had words trapped in their head, they were both ticking time bombs ready to go off. Although to Aiden, this older girl was giving him a lot of words to chew on and think of. Perhaps she was afraid to ever let it out in the open and was scared away by the fact that normal humans without Aiden's and this girl's experiences would walk away, tell them to shut up and shut it in, suck it up and deal with it... All those horrible things that humans shouldn't tell other humans to do. Although Aiden was the sort of lad to keep to himself, something about this other student told him to reach out to her. Call it the small voice within his heart, a gut feeling, something that science couldn't explain because there were no facts, but Aiden Parker Otega was here and ready to listen and open himself up to this other student the best he could. Even though she seemed older than him, a lot older even, he felt like he could sort of get on the same level of maturity as her. At least a little bit. "Ehehe. Silly me. People must be wondering if I'm sane or not...but...thank you. Holding these kinds of stuff in me is hard to do. It really lifts a weight off my shoulders. Oh! I didn't even say my name! Ahem...I'm Sasha Tayes. It's nice to meet you." She gave him a small bow. So her name was Sasha Tayes. That had a nice ring to it, like a poem of some kind. Listening to Sasha, Aiden did something he rarely did in front of anyone else outside of Sunny Ranch; he smiled. It was a small one, but he actually let himself smile in front of this stranger acquaintance Sasha Tayes. "It's okay, people are wondering if I'm sane too. But are we all sane? I think we're a bit crazy in our own ways, and most people just don't want to admit it to the world. They say the crazy ones are the kind who don't know they're insane to begin with... So that both makes us sane." Babbling. He was babbling again. Aiden cleared his throat and pushed his glasses nervously up his nose. "Guess I have stuff I'm holding in too." He smiled again, looking at Sasha. "I guess I just wanna let you know that you have a listening ear in this art class whenever you need it. I know, I'm younger than you but to me... All that matters is that everyone is okay, Even a little okay."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º× Fae was quick enough and caught the girl in her arms before she fell to the hard, cold stone ground. She slowly let herself sink to a sitting position with Marlene in her arms, letting the girl rest her head on her thighs. The girl felt absolutely sick to her stomach, feeling like she was the one that had done something wrong and not Marlene. She looked up at Caleb and Zane her eyes wet with tears threatening to come. "Sh-she used some kind of magic on me to heal me... She took the poison out of me, but it wasn't destroyed or contained somewhere else. I think..." Fae trailed off and looked down to the young lady on her lap, suddenly noticing a mark on her neck. "What's that?" Fae asked, suddenly getting even more worried than she was before about Marlene.
•·.·´¯`·.·••·.·´¯`·.·•´Ω•·.·´¯`·.·••·.·´¯`·.·•´[OutOfChocolate//Fashion for Today: //Brain Bubble: ...//Mood: Angst//Day: 3//Day IRL: 2/4 Days] "I'm sorry, but I need to step out and take a small break. I'm not...feeling all here..." Aiden perked up when he heard those words float in the air and then found their way to his own ears. It was like a mirror of how he was feeling almost. He looked over his shoulder, just in time to see a girl with brown hair walk out of the classroom. Aiden watched for a moment, even when the doors swung shut. That was one of the art students that never made an outburst when coming into class. Nor did she really interact with anyone like Aiden. He stood there for a moment, not sure whether to ignore his intuition to go see if she was okay, or just leave her alone and go back to his work. But he kind of knew what it was like to not feel all here... If only a little bit. With a sigh and a nudge of his glasses up his nose once more, he made his way to the double doors where the girl had disappeared to. "I'll be back," he said to the professor with a nod and then made his way out. It didn't take too long to find this girl, she was standing at the entrance looking in the direction of the sun. Probably not at the sun, cause that would burn anyone's eyes out. Feeling hesitant, he took little steps towards her till he was standing a few ways from her. "You too, huh?" Aiden finally spoke up. He leaned against the wall and put his hands in his pockets, looking out to the sky as well. "But are we really all here? Or are we nonexistent. Physics says that we're in a constant state of motion, therefore we're never really here." He smiled a bit, adjusting his glasses nervously. "It's nonsense, but I like to think about odd things like that. I'm Aiden, by the way... The quiet boy in the corner by the window." Then he waited for a reaction. Either she would yell at his face to tell him to bug off, walk away and give him the cold shoulder, respond to him, or do something completely different. He was prepared for whatever, especially the negative that he figured was bound to happen. He was socially awkward outside of Sunny Ranch. He didn't know how to connect with others with words in his peer groups. "I'm not feeling all here myself," he said, looking over at her. "Half of me is stuck in a tarpit of sadness within me, while the other half is longing to be up there." Aiden nodded his head to the sky. "I wanna fly, but I don't want to suddenly crash and die once I get that freedom, you know?" He sighed out, looking down. "I'm sorry, I'm talking too much."
•·.·´¯`·.·••·.·´¯`·.·•´Ω•·.·´¯`·.·••·.·´¯`·.·•´[OutOfChocolate//Fashion for Today: //Brain Bubble: ...//Mood: Angst//Day: 3//Day IRL: 1/4 Days] The time was four pm on the mark. Art class had just begun and it was time to get back to work on drawing, painting, and sculpting. Everyone could ask for help from the teacher aids or everyone could keep to themselves and do their own things. Aiden was sitting in his usual place, staying out of everyone's way. He didn't say anything to anyone when they came in for class, didn't even pay attention to any grand entrances that happened or any spontaneous burnouts of happiness. He was lost in his own little world. It was just him, a blank piece of paper, his pencil and some charcoal. He didn't even look around to see if his favorite teacher's aid was there. He wanted to be left alone today if that was possible, stay out of everyone's way like usual. Things weren't floating so smoothly at home right now, and he felt like he was starting to lose it gradually. Instead of reaching out though, he reached in. Even though he felt sick to his stomach, his head hurt, and his hands barely shook, he would keep silent. Aiden didn't want to be here in class today, but he didn't want to miss a day. If he missed a day without a note or saying anything, that would make people question him more. He would probably get some words from Dio and the other aids and he didn't want that right now. He was going to suck it up and deal with this like the man he was suppose to be to society. He picked up his piece of charcoal and began to etch out an outline of a shadow knelt on the ground and holding their head. He was completely lost in what he was doing, not listening to the chitchat that was happening around him. Maybe after he was done with his individual "art therapy", he would go back to his happy place and work on that castle in the clouds drawing he was working on. There was so much detail in that thing, Aiden didn't want to mess it up with his emotions right now. Not only did he have to be careful with the details in that thing, but he was also planning on adding color to it. Maybe he could ask Rowan or Reilly for their opinions and see if adding color to it was what it needed or was it fine the way it was. Right now though, he was battling his little demon that was running around inside his head. He was wasting his time here, someone told him. Someone he was close to. He was wasting his time, his talents, and his life. He wouldn't get anywhere with being an artist. He was going to fail at it no matter what he did. He was a disappointment. Aiden pinched his lips tightly together and leaned over his work, shading his piece with different shades and made one huge intimidating shadow standing over the figure down on the ground and suffering. This was how he felt right now. After a while, Aiden pulled the drawing out of view and stuck it in a binder, not letting anyone else see it. He had to work on his work. It was what he was taking this class for. Taking in a deep breath, he pushed his glasses up his nose and gathered up the charcoal. He put it all away and then went to the sink to wash the blackness off his hands. Time to bring his mind back to reality.
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º× The girl was not convinced that all was right. She watched as Marlene walked over to the board with a deep frown, her back towards Fae. Even though she was somewhat new to The Resistance, she overhead the others talking about Marlene's healing powers. And if she remembered correctly, then all wasn't right. "Marlene, what did you do?" Her tone was even, strained though. Fae got her answered right away when she saw Marlene grasp onto the table and then heard her wheezing. The young girl hopped off the table and hurried her way over to Marlene. When she reached her side, she grasped the older girl by the shoulders and then looked at her face. "You didn't... But you did..." Marlene took the poison that was inside of Fae and put it within herself. Fae herself knew how powerful that stuff was. There was a flash of anger and frustration over Fae's eyes as she gripped Marlene's shoulder tighter. "Does Caleb know about this?!" Her voice raised a few pitches, and it was much louder then she wanted it to go too. She let out a shuddering breath and then moved to face Marlene. "Let me help you, I can heal too you know! You could die!" Maybe Fae wasn't seeing the whole picture completely. After all, she was blinded by the fact that Marlene would sacrifice herself for Fae. Fae would live on, and forever live with that guilt that she was in death's trap in the first place, not Marlene. It wasn't fair either way. Fae felt like she was responsible for this. If only she was more careful... Now Marlene was showing her symptoms, and that was scary to the princess.
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º× As soon as she was healed, Fae took in big gulps of air and sputtered, surprised by the amount of oxygen she was able to get now. Before, everything was on black and she could barely hear or feel anything. She thought she heard a soft voice telling her to go ahead and sleep, but she fought it away and here she was now. Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked to make them adjust to the view. She saw a ceiling, but that's all she could really make out. Then there was the smell that told her where she was. It wasn't unpleasant to her. It was just more like the smell of home, something familiar to her. Color had returned back to Fae's cheeks. She was alive and well. Hearing a familiar voice, Fae turned her head to see Marlene standing over her. "Hi," Fae croaked, clearing her throat soon afterwards. "Was I asleep?" she asked innocently, rubbing her head. It did feel like she was in a bad dream of sorts. The poison confused her mind and she didn't know what was real and what wasn't. The young girl then noticed that Marlene looked rather sick, weak even. "Hey, are you okay?" Fae sat up on the table, groaning when all the blood suddenly rushed to her head. But she didn't complain for long and looked at Marlene with a genuinely concerned expression on her face. "Can I do anything to help?" Fae also noticed that someone else was missing. "Have you seen Zane?"
☠~:☠lace: Miki and Mori's Cottage☠motion: Nervously excited☠usic: Until I Grasp The Second~☠ Echo straightened when the door was answered and saw Mori there, dutiful as ever standing there and waiting for him. He grinned at her and then offered her to come in with an open arm. ⎡Mistress is in there.⎦ "Why thank you, Mori," Echo replied in a hushed voice before she curtsied to the other gentleman. Though he was half robot, she did not mind how odd he looked. She liked odd things that tickled her fancy. And his smile was just simply adorable. Echo ducked her head when she stepped through the cottage, holding Emily in front of her to let the doll see what was going on (even though the doll was not alive). The young eerie girl would like to think so though. ⎡Mistress will be pleased to see you.⎦ Echo smiled just a bit, tucking a lose strand of hair behind her ear before she stepped into the room where Miki was. She was greeted with the site of the scalpel in the lady's hand. It did not frigthen her. After all, Echo came from a drawing with bits of blood on one of her puppets and skulls embedded in the wall. ⎣I could make you shorter if only you would let me. It wouldn't take much. I just need to cut open your legs.⎤ Shy but kind Echo hunched her shoulders a bit, suddenly feeling like a giant to this lady. This topic always came up on encounters, which made Echo fell self conscious for a bit. But she was among company and friends, and thus it did not bother her for very long. ⎡Mistress, please do not scare the guests.⎦ ⎣Fine, fine. But I do need it. Should you ever wish to shave off a few inches, I could always use extra parts for Mori.⎤ A quiet laugh escaped from the dark lady's lips as she sat down in a chair and let Emily sit on her lap. "I would love you to make me shorter," Echo whispered honestly, "but I'm sure once I'm found, my creator will notice the difference... No matter how long I've been under that bed." Echo took a cup of tea and sipped the warm liquid slowly. A thought crossed over her mind and she looked up thoughtfully to the ceiling. "Though I suppose I could just stand on a stool... Hmmm." The young girl smiled a bit, setting the saucer and teacup on her lap in front of Emily. "But alas, I want to be how my creator made me... If he sees it fit to make the changes when he finds me again, I will be happy with it." With a shrug of her shoulders, she sat back in the chair. To be found again... Oh her dream and her fear as she thought of earlier. What would happen? The thought of that frightened her. She loved who made her, though she was neglected and left alone. She felt his emotions run through her very being when he let the pencil fall onto paper... And there she was. ⎣How are things in the land of monochrome?⎤ Echo made small chitchat about this and that, what new dolls and puppets she acquired, how she keeps them hidden behind the skulls embedded in her drawings, and how things were still silent in her little world. She mentioned how lonely she was though, and really appreciated the invite over for tea and would love to do this more often, if Miki did not mind anyways. Before she knew it, Echo had the feeling it was time to go. Though she was not hung up in a gallery, on display, or in someone's book, Echo liked to pretend she was and needed to be a good drawing before her creator caught her missing. What were the chances of that though? She pushed that deary thought of her head and said her goodbyes before she made her way back into her depressing world. On the way there, she ran into Cammy who greeted her with a smile and offered her flowers. Echo talked with her a bit before she curtsied and said her goodbyes and that they should spend time together another day. Before she knew it, she was back in her own world. With a deep sigh, she put Emily and the flowers out of sight with the other dolls and grabbed the little girl puppet that held a puppet in her own hand. Standing where she usually would be, Echo moved to pose and then held completely still, her eyes looking out longingly to the outside world. "Please find me," she whispered to the darkness before she drifted off to sleep.
☠~:☠lace: Miki and Mori's Cottage☠motion: Nervously excited☠usic: Until I Grasp The Second~☠Echo pressed on the doorbell and then stepped back. She felt like she was so tall and couldn't help but to hunch her shoulders a little. She hoped that Miki wouldn't mind the creepy girl to step in. Echo was being silly though, Mori called her in the first place. But she couldn't but to help feel shy at the offer. Mori was a piece of work himself, but she made everyone scream at her presence. The timid drawing bit her lower lip and smoothed down her black dress as she patiently waited. She craved for interaction and time with her friends, even more so after the picture frame she was in broke and then was shoved under a bed. Perhaps it was because she did not want to be forgotten all together. She could only imagine what little Sammy felt. The little one was on the back of a failed history exam, stuffed somewhere in a closet. At least Echo had a home where she was somewhat safe for the time being. She looked forward to and dreaded the day to where she would be found again. She would be seen again and remembered! But she heard of horror stories of sketches and drawings like herself being thrown into the trash, slowly being wasted away until there was nothing left of them. She shuddered at the thought and then looked down at her little companion. It was the same blue dressed doll from when she went to go visit Sammy and Angie. Unlike Echo, her complexion was very beautiful, her hair was in little ringlet curls, and she was not at all creepy like herself. With a small sigh, she straighten the silk feather hat on the doll's head and smiled. "We get to see Miki and Mori today, Emily," she said to the doll in a hushed tone. "Four friends in one day, how exciting for us." The doll did not reply back and continued to gaze off in the distance as if she was daydreaming of something else, but Echo did not mind. She shuffled her feet and then cleared her throat under her breath, waiting for the door to be opened to her.
Oh look, it still exists. xD lol Twenty-Two~
~All Together~Angie collapsed in green grass and wild flowers, laughing as she laid there looking up at the somewhat blue sky. Sammy collapsed next to her and giggled as she kicked her little legs in delight. Then not staying still for long, Sammy sat up next to Angie with bits of flower and grass in her hair and spread her arms out. "Again Angie! Again!" The older girl groaned, throwing her arm over her eyes. "No Sammy, Angie is too tired to play airplane again." "Awww," Sammy whined, rolling herself over to stand up over the other girl. Without much warning, she moved over Angie and sat on her stomach. Angie let out an 'oof' as air escaped from her lungs and peeked under her arm to see Sammy sitting there, giving that all too cute puppy dog face. The older girl couldn't help but to chuckle, shaking her head as she rolled her eyes. "Really now, you have to give me the adorable look?" When Sammy continued to stare at her with those big eyes of hers, Angie couldn't help but to start caving in. "Oh fine, airplane one more-" A shadow suddenly loomed over the two of them. "Hello," came a soft, but eerie voice. Both girls screamed at the sudden presence when they saw it was a dark figure that strongly contrasted to this colorful world of Sammy's. Sammy tumbled off of Angie while Angie sat up to look up at the very, very tall dark figure. "Oh! It's you Echo! You sure scared us." The scary looking Echo smiled faintly and curtsied. "My apologies, I did not mean to frighten you two. It gets so lonely in my world. I thought I'd come for a visit." "She scares me!" Sammy whispered to Angie, but it was loud enough for the two girls to hear. The little one was shaking, peeking from behind Angie's shoulder. Both of the older girls laughed. "She's okay, Sammy!" Angie said with a cheerful grin, looking over her shoulder at the frightened little one. Echo crouched down so she wasn't standing over the two of them. Clutched in one hand was a doll in a blue dress while in her other arm she carried a picnic basket. Echo sat on the ground and placed the picnic basket next to her before she rummaged around. The young woman than pulled out a cookie, holding it out to Sammy. "Would you like a gingersnap?" she asked, trying to smile softly but it looked rather odd with her make up. Sammy hesitated for a moment, not trusting Echo all too much. For all she knew, the lady probably poisoned it. But with Angie's encouraging nudge, Sammy reached over and took the cookie from Echo's hand with her big claws and nibbled on it. "There, now we're all friends, right?" Angie asked with a smile, looking at both of the people she was with. Sammy nodded her head, coming around and sitting on Angie's lap while Echo pulled out a picnic blanket, more cookies, and of course her homemade herbal tea.
Artwork: ✏ Username: Lucy♥Heartfilia ✏ Name: Samantha "Sammy" ✏ Race: Half Human/Half Monster ✏ Appearance: Boop ✏Artwork Title: "Little Monster" ✏ Likes: ☽Her creator ☽Soft blankets ☽Balloons (even though they pop if she's not careful) ☽Butterflies ☽Willow thickets ☽Ponds ☽Cuddling and snuggling up to someone she trusts ☽Rubber duckies ☽Bubbles ✏ Personality: Sammy is a very sensitive little one who needs lots of care and love. She is also fearful when she's left alone, and constantly clings to someone who gives her even the slightest attention like a little puppy dog. If she's around her creator, she tends to feel more confident about herself and will be more willing to try new things. ✏ Creator: Emile ✏ Location: On the back of a failed history test in someone's closet ✏ Other: Tends to get lots of holes in her clothes because of her claws. She's very clumsy and awkward too with her hands and feet. Artwork: ✏ Username: Lucy♥Heartfilia ✏ Name: Echo ✏ Race: Human (Maybe...) ✏ Appearance: x ✏ Artwork Title: "Misunderstood" ✏ Likes: ☠Dolls ☠Puppets ☠Harp Music ☠Dancing ☠Singing ☠Clouds ☠Birds ☠Wind ☠Pianos ☠Fire ☠Herbal Tea ✏ Personality: Echo is the kind of girl that can sneak up on you without meaning to. Though she seems quiet and talks in somewhat of a low whisper, she likes to been seen and heard. And even though she's scary looking, she tends to lend a hand out to anyone who needs help or needs a listening ear. She can either cheer someone up to the best of her abilities, offer her advice, or just sit there and listen to whatever the other has to get off of their chest. ✏ Creator: Rowan ✏ Location: In a broken frame under a bed with the dust bunnies ✏ Other: Loves to interact with others even though she seems very intimidating. Always offers herbal tea or cookies to anyone that comes and visits her. Always seen carrying a puppet (makes the puppet do silly things sometimes) or a doll and a small bag with accessories for her puppets and dolls to keep them in top condition.
•·.·´¯`·.·••·.·´¯`·.·•´Ω•·.·´¯`·.·••·.·´¯`·.·•´[OutOfChocolate//Fashion for Today: x//Brain Bubble: ...Le Sigh...//Mood: Mellow] The sparkles were obvious around the second person that walked in. When he saw it was no other than Dio, he swallowed hard and faltered his gaze. But he did catch a glimpse of the man flipping his hair like a pompous prince. Aiden groaned inwardly and adverted his gaze back to his paper in front of him. He wondered why in the world Dio wanted to be a teacher's aid in the first place. Dio was not at all teacher aid material. In fact, he was more like Art Nazi material. If anyone was superior to this guy, he would instantly make them an enemy. Aiden couldn't help but to feel sorry for the students that would be under his care in the future. Actually, he was one of those students now wasn't he? Sometimes Aiden was tempted to draw a picture of Dio right in class and make him look absolutely ridiculous. Maybe Aiden would give Dio an Afro, some warts, a big disfigured nose, over sized hairy feet, anything to make this man less intimidating than he already was. But he figured the Professor would be disappointed in him if he did that, and Dio would probably not only make Aiden his enemy but use his blood for his next masterpiece. So Aiden chose to keep on working on his project, keeping to himself. He didn't bother to wave or say hello to the others that had wandered in, most of them making grand entrances while a few others were quiet. These people... Some of them should be in a drama class, not an art class. But he figured the loudest people made the best works of art. They probably experienced the world more and had a better perspective of life than he did. Nah, that wasn't true in the slightest. Everyone had their own views and horizons they looked at, and each of them were unique in their own way. No one was really better than the next person, even though Dio made everyone feel like that wasn't the way it went. The boy stopped what he was doing, letting his eyes wander around the classroom to see who was here and who wasn't. He saw quite a few people were missing. Even Reilly seemed to be running late today. He let out a quiet sigh, looking outside once more. That was the teacher aid he looked up to the most. She was quiet, yet she was probably one of the loudest people here. To Aiden, she was like the Sand Man from Rise of the Guardians. To others she might seem like the weakest being, but she was actually the strongest and the one who brought life to the party. Aiden silently hoped that Reilly would come today, just so he could say hi and whatnot. He didn't feel like showing off his work to her unless she asked to see it. He hardly showed anyone what he was working on.
Dio's Theme (Though it's still in the making) "When Dio walk on by, Renée be looking like dang he bright He brush to the beat, painting all neat in his white jacket sheesh, yeah This is how he roll, sparkling print, tie outta control It's Tisdale with the wavy hairfro And like any sexy anime man, he got the glow Ah... We look at that body [x3] Ah... He work out Ah... We look at that body [x3] Ah... He work out When he walk in the spot (yeah), this is what he see (okay) Everybody stops and they staring at him He got the passion in his hands, and he ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it Dio sexy and he know it[x2]"
•·.·´¯`·.·••·.·´¯`·.·•´Ω•·.·´¯`·.·••·.·´¯`·.·•´[OutOfChocolate//Fashion for Today: x//Brain Bubble: ...Le Sigh...//Mood: Mellow] 'Twas a cold January afternoon to Aiden as he looked out the window of the art classroom where he sat. Everything looked dead to the young boy, but he knew better. The trees were just sleeping, and so were the bulbs and seeds under the icy ground. Spring would be here soon. Soon as in like three to four months anyways. The children at Sunny Ranch seemed to enjoy the snow and cold though. Aiden figured that people seemed to bond more in the winter also. When it's cold, people can't help but to cuddle up to a special someone or even a warm horse. He would watch as some of the kids just stood there with their horse, hugging them and digging their fingers close to the horse's body to get their hands warm again. He smiled at the thought and then swiveled his stool so his was facing his sketch pad and the drawing he was working on. He had gotten out of his last high school class early and was there with Professor Lutvig and someone else, though he did not know who they were exactly. Nor did he feel like conversing with them as he picked up his pen once more and began to ink his creation from the sketch pad on a different piece of paper. Aiden was a quiet lad, not one to disturb anyone unless they talked to him first. He liked it that way. He figured he rarely would get on anyone's bad side if he just kept to himself and made little noise as possible- The doors suddenly burst wide open. ⦇ Good afternoon everyone! ⦈ Aiden nearly jumped out of his skin, his pen flying out of his hand in surprise and rolled on the floor. He sighed and pushed on the bridge of his glasses, looking up to see no other than Renée strolling in the room. She had her usual cheery disposition about her that the shy, quiet boy couldn't help but to admire. "Afternoon," he said softly with a wave to his fellow peer and then glanced back at his drawing. He breathed out in relief and let his shoulders relax when he saw his piece of work was not damaged from his little fright episode. Pen was permanent. One mistake, and the whole drawing could be a bust. The fifteen year old hopped off his stool and walked over to where he saw his pen disappear and plucked it off from the floor. Absent minded, he rubbed the outer shell of the pen against his shirt to get any dirt off of it as he headed back to his work station. Aiden plopped back on his stool and ran his fingers through his hair, watching as Renée helped out the Professor and then went over to her work station. Ah, she was a kind-hearted lass. He brought his mind back down to earth as he looked over his drawing once more, trying to figure out where he last left off before he was interrupted.
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º× The plants and grass around Fae began to curl up and turn black, due to the poisonous gas. Maybe the hunter had a thing against bears and wanted to be sure to get rid of it once and for all. Fae heard someone talking to her as she was fading in and out of consciousness. She whimpered when Zane picked her up from the ground and felt the warmth against her body. He had her, she was going to be okay. She barely heard his explanation about his magic. All she was focused on was staying awake right now. She was afraid everything would go black and then she wouldn't wake up. Stay with me Fae, you're not going to die" he encouraged. Time seemed to go by so quickly for her. When she forced her eyes to open again, she didn't see the foliage of the forest anymore. Just Zane's blurry face and the gray sky above. She clenched her hand tightly over her chest, wheezing and gasping for air. It was like she was like she was trying to breathe through a blanket. The pain was still aching through her body, and her lungs were on fire. Sasha... Quinn... Fae thought to those two people that had been in her life the longest. She knew that if she did died, Sasha would probably bring her back to life just to kill her again for being such an idiot. As for her brother... what would he do if she was gone? He didn't want to be leader... it was up to her to lead the kingdom when this was all over. Dying wasn't an option, she would have to live. Her lungs had began to work harder, trying to make herself breathe better. But when the sound reached her ears, she hardly believed it was her gasping and wheezing as if her life was going to be snuffed out of her any minute.
Btw, I still have my eye. XD Lesson has been learned though
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º× Fae leaned against her staff as she listened to the sad tale that this man had to share with her. What would she choose if she was in that position? Probably the friend... she would save the friend. But then what then? The group would be wiped out. But she would not have a friend. Either which way, it seemed like she would be marked as a traitor if she was in Zane's shoes. Why was Caleb so harsh with Zane though? Didn't he know that the team wouldn't survive without him? Didn't he have faith in the others that they would pull through and defend themselves? Her heart was beginning to feel as gloomy and heavy as the cloudy sky above her as she pondered this. Zane seemed pretty determined that Caleb would have him back though. "I'm sure he will want you back," she said with confidence, slugging the older guy playfully in the shoulder. "Caleb doesn't hold grudges for very long. At least I don't think he does." She couldn't help but to smile a bit, standing up straight as she made sure her satchel was secure before stepping down the hill a little ways ahead of Zane. "Alright then Mister Ex-Exile Zane, let's get you back to-" Suddenly, Fae's ankle caught onto something and she lost her footing, stumbling to the ground with a shriek. She laid there on the ground, dazed as she thought back to what happened before that. She didn't see anything in her way. No rocks, no bushes, no roots, nothing. Fae then heard something hiss, and opened her eyes while pulling herself to sit up. But the nightmare had already begun. She was consumed in what it seemed like to be a dark blue-ish green smoke escaping from air pressured bags. The smoke began to burn her eyes, then her throat. The girl started to cough, being choked by the strange smoke. She tried to cover her face with her cloak to protect herself, but it was already too late. "Zane!" she croaked, barely getting his name out. That was the only person Fae could think of to call out for in this state of emergency. She tried to move to use her water magic, but her body felt extremely heavy and she began to feel disoriented. Without even realizing it, Fae fell back on the ground and began to curl up in fetal position. Blinded and great pain, all Fae could do was just lay there in agony and gasp for air even though she was getting barely anything in her burning lungs. What had happened was that Fae had stepped into a trap and tripped the wire. Who the trap was for... If Fae was conscious enough, she would have guessed it was for the bear she saw a few days back. She had triggered it, and now she was going to die of poisons gas strong enough to kill a bear.
I forgot the important step... "WASH HANDS AFTER USE" *eye itches*... *rubs it*... AHHHHHH! MY EYEEEEEE!
It's burning/freezing my eyeball... Halp...
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º× Fae ignored the question as to why she was avoiding town and then was caught off guard when she heard something crash through the trees. She looked over just in time to see a familiar figure moving away from them in an angry like fashion. Fae rolled her eyes just a bit when she realized who it was. Bryan. She didn't like him all too much, but she tolerated him just fine. Her attention was brought back to Zane when he started to explain about losing a bird. She nearly scoffed. Good luck finding him out here, she wanted to say to him but kept her mouth shut. "No, I haven't seen-" Just then, Zane threw a berry into the air. A bird snatched it from the sky then came down towards the two humans. Fae watched in awe as the bird sat on Zane's shoulder. She heard of people using birds as guides or as partners, but never actually got to see something like this up close before. When Ace tilted his head to look at her, Fae did almost the same, making her look absolutely silly. She giggled, waving to Ace. "Hello Ace, nice to meet you." The girl's mind wandered back to what Zane said he was doing either. "The Resistance?" Fae questioned, standing up straight now as her eyes shined with question. She tucked her hair behind her ears before she looked Zane over. "I am part of them... But who are you? I've never seen you before I don't think." Fae was somewhat new to the group. She hadn't had much time to bond with really anyone, but that was alright with her. "I mean I know your name is Zane and all... but no one has mentioned you..."
