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[color=gray]Tariq teleported to the one place he remembered best. The family mansion. He couldn't deal with all the tensions and commotion happening in the life at ORO. Always in a place...Tariq always felt out of place of. Though isn't that normal? [color=004b80]"Don't I always feel out of place?"[/color] he asked himself as he stood in the dimmed room the shades shutting out the moonlight the windows locked close creaking in the harsher below 20 degree of winter storms...especially with wind chill. 

Tariq looked round the room as he noticed the filthy wall paper with its crimson, red appearance with the white star like marks patterned all round it every inch up, down and to both sides. It seemed like a creature came and clawed parts of the paper down from the wooden boards hiding behind the once simple paper. This sight caused Tariq to tense up a little. Glancing around he noticed the black curtains shredded at the bottom along with the bed half way off from the framing and the sheet seeming to be half way pulled off. 

[color=004b80]"What happened here?"[/color] He keeled down and picked up a picture. It was a picture of a delegate featured a woman with darker hair. It had a cream coloured look to the picture as it was supposed to be black and white. The woman had a slight smile under the cracked glass of the frame. As he flipped the frame around, he undid the back and slipped out the picture. Folding it up and putting it right into his pocket. He slowly got up as he looked around once more. The room looked like it was deserted and ransacked. Going to the door, he put his hand on the chilling brase doorknob. 

Letting go of the door knob he looked around and went right in middle of the room. He couldn't go out into the rest of the house. He just needed a moment alone and at the ORO the tension was great. Tariq knew he was blamed for the reason of the intense situation, and he was embarrassed for that. 
Sitting down in the middle of the room, he crossed his legs and cupped his hands on his knees as his eyes closed. Breathing in deeply and exhaling  fully. He breathed in and out slowly. Calming himself before everything fell into silence. Just the wind again the old glass windows and rustling of the wind against the old boards of the house. Tariq sat there and started to meditate. Going into a quiet place in his head trying to figure out why he's acting like this. Asking himself why he is taking out his anger on Emory. Why his friends always disappear and die. 

[color=white][center] Hours later [/center] [/color]

He opened his eyes quickly. Standing up quickly and whipping his wand he disappeared once again. Slamming himself into the floor of his room. Tariq was never good with landings after teleporting. As he got up slowly dusting himself off he removed his jacket throwing it onto his bed. 

As he made his way out of his room he started going placed that Emory would be. Moving around the house quietly and swiftly he didn't really care to talk to anybody else. Especially Dr.End for making a fool of himself. Tariq found himself looking everywhere except one place. 

He was standing by Emory's room now and combing his fingers through his hair. [color=004b80]"He's not in there..."[/color] He couldn't hear anything as he kept walking. Tariq didn't want to really talk to Emory for he was embarrassed at his actions. Though he felt like it was right to do what he was about to do. 
Tariq ended up in the apparition room as he saw Emory standing there. He knocked on the wall showing he was entering. [color=004b80]"Emory."[/color] He clearly said as he sighed and looked to the ground. [color=004b80]"I'm sorry. I'm just angry..."[/color] Tariq stated as he looked around and wouldn't look at Emory at all.[color=004b80]"I didn't mean to make myself a fool like I did...to you and Dr.End...It's just...I don't know. I'm trying to say I'm sorry."[/color] At the end of the sentence Tariq's voice started getting rougher and frustrated sounding.[color=004b80]"I just wanted to say that..."[/color] He didn't know how to apologise and he especially didn't know how to communicate with his own boss and ex-friend. [color=004b80]"I see your busy right now...I can do this later if you want."[/color] Tairq stated as he moved his hand around slightly and finally looked at Emory. Tariq made it sound like he wasn't even talking like he was physically doing something in that sentence. It was a difficult wall to pull down. He usually never showed his emotions so; it was a major problem for him to talk...especially with emotions to another male individual.[/color]