[center][img]http://i68.tinypic.com/mhf02b.jpg[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/fwTScNE.jpg[/img] [h2][color=a187be]Allison Revel[/color]|[color=a2d9ce]Callan Webb[/color][/h2] [color=silver][hr]π•Šπ•–π•‘π•₯. πŸ™πŸ, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕃𝕒 ℙ𝕝𝕒π•₯𝕒, 𝕄𝕒𝕣π•ͺπ•π•’π•Ÿπ•• / / 𝕄𝕠π•₯𝕖𝕝 / / πŸ™πŸšπŸ›πŸ˜ [hr][/color] [sub]Collab with [@Baklava][/sub][/center] Bag of belongings in hand, Callan stood outside the only room whose occupant she could be somewhat sure of. Room seventeen. Kusari’s room. Her knuckles hovered over the wooden door for a moment. Emma’s chat from earlier came to mind. β€˜Abrasive’ was the word she’d used to describe Kusari. That was certainly one way to put it. [color=a2d9ce][i]It’ll be fine,[/i][/color] Callan tried to reassure herself. Anyway, it would be nice to see how Kusari was doing after her breakdown yesterday. She’d seemed pretty upset and Callan had almost felt a little bad for sending her off alone when it was obvious she wanted company. As gently as possible, Callan knocked on the door. No answer. She knocked a second and third time, a bit louder. Huh. She hadn’t considered that Kusari might be out. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing though. Slowly turning the knob, Callan found it was unlocked and eased the door open. [color=a2d9ce]β€œKusari?”[/color] she called out tentatively, immediately covering her mouth when she noticed the breathing mound beneath the sheets on one of the beds. Oh. She was asleep. Callan chewed her lip, still lingering in the doorway. What now? She didn’t want to wake Kusari up. She carefully closed the door behind her, eyeing the entrance to the bathroom. She must've been pretty heavily asleep if she'd slept through all that noise just now. Just a quick shower, then. And then she’d go hang out in the lobby or something so Kusari could sleep in peace. Tip toeing past the bed, Callan froze just before she reached the bathroom. A set of clothes lay crumpled on the unused bed-- complete with bra and underwear. Callan blushed immediately. This had been a mistake. She shouldn't have come here. What was she thinking?? Her eyes slid back over to the occupied bed and she took a deep breath. So Kusari liked to sleep in the nude. That... that wasn't a big deal. She was already here. She'd just hurry up and finish her shower and get out. Not a big deal. Finally making up her mind, Callan hurriedly slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and trying her damnedest to think clean thoughts. Was last night a mistake? Allison asked herself as consciousness came back to her. She still felt the stigma searing her brain. She could've gone for hours longer and still never reach actual relief. Sure, it was enjoyable in the moment, but she always found herself craving even more, as if the night had just begun. It was almost sickeningly intolerable how necessary that relief that never came was. For Allison Revel, sex was an exercise in futility that was too tempting to avoid. Allison couldn't help but feel like she had used Kusari, and in that only wasted both their time. She could only hope that Kusari had enjoyed the experience, though considering Kusari was long gone from the space in the bed next to Allison, it was likely destined to be little more than a one night stand. Did Allison even like Kusari? Was it just the stigma driving her? Allison needed to let off some steam. Allison sat up from under the covers, and slammed her fist into the mattress. There was no place within this motel for her to just go and destroy stuff to sate her disgusting curse, not without destroying property of course. Allison was stuck with herself like this for a few days at least. She slammed her fist into the mattress again; it didn't help. She didn't want a repeat of last night, she didn't want to take advantage of someone else like that. She wanted an actual relationship, not just meaningless sex with someone she'd only known for a day. Could she resist something so tempting in the future? Allison hoped that this sort of thing wouldn't happen again, at least not with her stigma so active. Allison gave herself a few minutes to calm down and wake up. It didn't take long for Allison's brain to return to the concept of love. She didn't know how she really felt about Kusari, but there was another friend she'd been thinking about for weeks now. Angelique Lechance. How did Allison feel about her? She thought Angel to be absolutely wonderful, having spent a few nights playing guitar with the metalhead, but was there any real love there, not the stigma-induced lust, that was always present, but actual love? Allison wished her stigma would just disappear so she could determine her own feelings. She found herself punching the mattress again. Now that she was thinking about Angel, wasn't she in the hospital last night? She was probably healed and fully well by now, but it probably wouldn't hurt to go see her. Better late than never. Allison felt kind of bad for not going to see her friend. Allison got up from the bed, exposing her naked body to the cold air of the motel room. She needed a shower. Though, now that she noticed the soft pitter patter coming from the bathroom, she realized that Kusari had beaten her there. Allison had thought the girl had left completely, but maybe Allison was wrong. Maybe this would be more than a one night stand. [color=a187be]"Hey, Kusari?"[/color] Allison said, knocking on the door. There was no answer. Allison twisted the doorknob, cracking the door open. [color=a187be]"Hey, Kusari?"[/color] She said again. Scrubbing the dirt particles out of her hair from her second rooftop adventure that week, Callan wasn't alerted to Allison's presence until she heard the door creak open. Hands and head drowning in shampoo, Callan paused, shocked to hear that it wasn't Kusari. But... if it wasn't Kusari, then who? ...... Had that not been Kusari in the bed? Why was there only one bed messed up? Was that girl naked? Why had Kusari invited her to her room last night? Rapid fire questions kept going off in her head. So quickly and loud that she almost forgot to answer the mystery intruder. [color=a2d9ce]"Uh-- K.. Kusari isn't here?"[/color] Callan answered, her voice dipping into a question. What else was she supposed to say? Who the hell was in Kusari's room? [color=a2d9ce][i]Why did she think this would be a good idea?[/i][/color] [color=a187be]"Oh god, I'm sorry!"[/color] Allison slammed the door back shut and retreated from the door. That wasn't Kusari. Who was that? Who would just walk into a room with someone clearly sleeping it in. Did they know Kusari? Was it that girl Kusari went to talk to last night, Callan? Allison wanted to run and hide, but doing so would probably be weird, and she really wanted to take a shower. Oh, right, Allison was still naked. She scrambled over to the bed with her pile of clothes, and rushed to clothe herself before sitting on the disheveled bed and waiting for the other girl to leave the bathroom. Halfway through the girl's apology, Callan tried to hurry up and rinse the soap off her hand so she could peek out of the shower. Edging back the curtain, the door swung shut before she could catch a glimpse of who it was. She didn't have the wrong room did she? The girl was asking for Kusari. She must've just decided to room with someone else-- that's all. Callan finished rinsing herself off as quickly as she could, throwing open the curtain and sloppily toweling off her hair at lightening speed. Throwing the towel around her torso, she pushed the sopping wet strands of aquamarine behind her ear and opened the door just enough to see Allison sitting on the bed. [color=a2d9ce]"Uh-- sorry if I spooked you,"[/color] Callan apologized, [color=a2d9ce]"I thought you were... uh... you're rooming with Kusari?"[/color] [color=a187be]"I was, yeah."[/color] Allison looked away from the cracked-open door. [color=a187be]"Probably just for the one night, though. With everything that happened I didn't really want to be alone. Probably shouldn't bother her for too much longer..."[/color] Allison trailed off. [color=a187be]"You're Callan, right?"[/color] Allison only got a slight glimpse of the girl, but there was only one student with brown skin and aquamarine hair. Those clothes the girl was wearing... they were definitely familiar. As was the the girl. Remembering Savannah's corpse cradled in the girl's arms, Callan was ashamed to realize she couldn't remember her name. [color=a2d9ce]"Yeah,"[/color] she answered. Callan leaned out of the doorway just enough to aimlessly glance over the room. [color=a2d9ce]"Uh,"[/color] her eyes flickered to Allison and she smiled apologetically, [color=a2d9ce]"Sorry, I don't, uh. I don't remember your name."[/color] She chose not to comment on the being alone part. She supposed it was nice to hear that Kusari had had company last night, although a small part of her was still wondering about why the girl had been naked. [color=a187be]"Allison."[/color] she said, her eyes floating anywhere around the room that wasn't the girl in the doorway. An image of Callan floating among stone spires with only one arm popped into Allison's head. [color=a187be]"Is your arm alright?"[/color] It was a stupid question, of course she was alright with the healers and everything, Allison was just trying to fill the silence. Allison. She tried to commit the name to memory. [color=a2d9ce]"Yeah, it's fine,"[/color] she shrugged with a slight frown. [color=a2d9ce]"Hey, you don't have to change rooms. I just didn't know Kusari was rooming with anyone. I can hunt down a different room."[/color] [color=a187be]"No, no, It's probably better if I go to a different room. I was planning to, anyway."[/color] Kusari must've asked Callan to room with her when she went to visit her. She never had any plans for it to be anything more than a one night stand. This wasn't the time to think about that anyway. [color=a187be]"Err... I should probably go. Sorry for disturbing you, Callan."[/color] Allison got up to leave. Callan floundered for a response. [color=a2d9ce]"Ah--"[/color] I'm the one who should be sorry, is what she wanted to say. But it felt awkward trying to prolong the conversation as Allison started heading towards the door. She couldn't help but wonder if something had happened. Perhaps it was her fault-- she should have just asked around for an empty room to shower in. Allison stopped moving towards the door and turned her head at the awkward response, or lack there of. It seemed as if Callan wanted to say something. [color=a187be]"Hm?"[/color] Still floundering, the question clumsily spilled out of Callan's mouth before she could finish thinking it through. [color=a2d9ce]"Why don't you want to keep rooming with Kusari?"[/color] [color=a187be]"Um.."[/color] Allison's mind panicked to find a response that didn't involve mentioning that she had slept with Kusari. She turned back around to face Callan, pointing awkwardly to the X mark on her neck. [color=a187be]"Well... It's just better for me to be alone."[/color] [color=a2d9ce]"Oh,"[/color] Callan blinked in surprise. For some reason she hadn't suspected Allison to be the reason. [color=a2d9ce]"Sorry,"[/color] she said quickly, [color=a2d9ce]"Uh. Alright then. If you're sure... I'll see you around."[/color] [color=a187be]"Yea..."[/color] Allison turned to leave again, but stopped momentarily in the doorway. [color=a187be]"Listen, this was pretty awkward. Maybe we can talk later? You seem nice, at least. See you around, Callan."[/color] Allison darted away to the first empty room she could find.