[center][h2][color=f7941d]Isla[/color][/h2]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/IvqEVc7.png[/img][/center]

Argus was trown into the detention tent just like Isla. Isla's head shot up from her bored position as the demon boy was unconsciously lying on the cold ground next to her [color=f7941d]"Argus? You okay?"[/color] She shook his body a little [color=f7941d]"Argus, Argus"[/color] he did not respond. Isla plunked her head onto her knees again and boredly stared in front of her. Something seemed up, she heard whisperings and a dark aura started filling the tent when she wasnt looking [color=f7941d]"Huh?"[/color] Isla looked around her and eventually noticed what was happening to Argus his body [color=f7941d]"Whaaaa, what are you doing! Not with me here!"[/color] She stammered backwards against the side of the tent and watched in fear at him. The aura only seemed to spread furter and even spread over the entire camp. Isla gave a sqreek before a book appeared above his body and his eyes were acting weird. The tent and her clothes and hair started to break down and disintergrate into nothing more but remains. Isla could just hold a large part of her shirt and vest before it would fall down towards the ground. Her skirt wasn't so protective anymore either. She squealed and ripped a piece of tent of so it would cover her bottom at least.

The bars from the tent changed into charcoal. Just the thing she needed. Isla janked off a piece of charcoal as A cage of ice glass like material surrounded Isla and the other prisoners. She gave out a relieved sigh and stammered out some swear words at Argus to what he was doing but the cage seemed sound proof. Yet she did not notice and continued anyway. Argus began talking and was moved to tears. The corruption seemed to have stopped when he had calmed down a little. Isla noticed the soundproof cage and used the piece of charcoal to draw a circle in the cage and climb out. She fell to the ground and quickly noted that she could get up onto her two legs again. For now she did not care about her own however and continued to listen to Argus. Her eyes darkend by shadow as she bald up a fist and forced it so hard the charcoal would shatter in her hand. She trew the charcoal to her side by swinging her whole arm and yelled out towards him [color=f7941d]"Cut the crap!"[/color] She angrily looked at Argus as she stepped in a few steps closer. Her stretched out hand sped up towards Argus his face as she slaped as hard as she could [color=f7941d]"As a survivor you carry the feelings of others with you on your shoulders no matter how hard the burdens. If you don't continue to do that the once you love would have died in vain."[/color] Isla continued to look angry at him but despites her looks she was actually rather cold and had shaky legs [color=f7941d]"Now give me your shirt you pervert."[/color]