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[color=#FB607F][sup][b]Location:[/b] Lacrosse Field.[/sup]
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Nora Gales ([@Blizz]), Anastasia Hopkins ([@MarshiestMallow]).[/sup]
[sup][b]Special Mentions:[/b] Ignatius llywelyn ([@MarshiestMallow]).[/sup]
[sup][b]Wearing:[/b] [url=https://i.imgur.com/XVMbBhV.jpg]∞[/url] Cheer Uniform.[/sup][/color]
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[color=Silver][color=#B43757]"[i]Puh-lease...[/i]"[/color] She couldn't help it- Eretria chuckled. And with the bell like ring; the sound of her voice, as playful and as teasing as it almost always was with close friends, was once again filling the air between them. Her head giving a light shake from side to side. The motion causing her vibrant orange locks to sway back and forth behind her, while her hands drew together in front of her stomach. Occupying themselves by playing gently with the hem of her top as she spoke, [color=#B43757]"We both know that Ignatius is about as fickle as trends are... And I mean that in the most loving of ways, I assure you. It just makes him hard to predict, even in his most reliable of moments sometimes. And I know unpredictable. I scry with fire."[/color]

As her friends phone was once again fished out of her pocket; her bright eyes were drawn down to the screen. And in particular, her gaze fell to the time that flashed across it as Ana's thumb pressed against the lock button along the side of the device. Lighting it up, even for the briefest of moments, so the girl could better see any notifications she had recieved in the last few minutes. Gods... how quickly time was passing on her today. Though despite all that she'd done- despite the fact that she was late for her responsibilities to both the school and her squad; she felt no regret. Not a single one. And then again, why would she..? Could you really consider time to be wasted if you enjoyed wasting it in the first place..?

It was definitely an interesting question to pose; and she couldn't deny that she was more than curious to find out her friends opinions.

Forcing herself to depart that particular train of thought, and to instead come back to the present; Tria cast another glance over to where she had last seen Nora standing. Unsure whether or not the girl wished to be alone, or if she wanted some company, even if it was just for a short spell. Sometimes, she had to admit, it was a tad hard to read Nora. But she knew the girl well enough to know that when and if she was ready, she would approach.

Hands breaking apart; she once again lifted it. Giving another small wave towards Nora in an attempt to gain her attention long enough, Tria lifted herself up and onto the balls of her feet. Using them to keep herself balanced as she motioned over the crowd and towards the booths- and, in particular, towards the area she knew that the cheerleading booth had been set up. Wanting to make sure she knew just where to find her before she turned back to Anastasia. Her free hand reaching out to take hold of hers, she gave it a light tug.

[color=#B43757]"Come on. Iggie can catch up with us at the booth. We should meet up with the others."[/color] 
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[color=#ABB1B2][sup][b]Location:[/b] Girl's Bathroom.[/sup]
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Samantha Rhodes ([@Moro]).[/sup]
[sup][b]Special Mentions:[/b] None.[/sup]
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[color=Silver][color=#5097A4]"..it-..."[/color]

Voice catching in her throat as she attempted some semblence of an answer; all Sasha seemed capable of doing, at least in that moment, was to stare into the mirror in front of her. Gaze focused on her own reflection. Everyone had those moments... The ones where you wished all so desperately that you could just go back in time in order to undo those mistakes. To take back that choice. This moment..? This was most definitely one of those times for her. And it was as soon as she'd sliced through her hair with the blades of her scissors, that the regret washed over her like a tidal wave trying to drag her under.

Trying to change what she'd done... well, it was like chasing clouds.

It simply couldn't be done.

Not wanting to- or, perhaps, not *able* to look at herself any longer than she already had; Sasha tore her gaze away from her reflection and the horrible, jagged cut she'd created. Instead letting it draw across. Turning her head along with it until she was able to look up at her best friend. Her lower lip quivering slightly, [color=#5097A4]"..i-it was falling out..."[/color]
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