[CENTER][img]https://i.gifer.com/77Yr.gif [/img][/CENTER] [COLOR=deeppink][CENTER][i][b]TISTA CEEPER[/b][/i][/CENTER][/COLOR] [hr] “Up….” The girl stirred in her sleep, but ultimately stayed snoring away. A blissful smile gracing her lips as she turned the other way and resumed her dreaming. Dreaming of- “Tis up! Get up!” she startles awake at the yelling and little pushes being placed on her shoulder. She opens her eyes begrudgingly sending a glare at her little brother who made it his mission to climb on her bed and disrupt her. [COLOR=deeppink]“Tobias..what do you want you lil twat?”[/COLOR] she covered her head with her blanket groaning. [COLOR=deeppink]“It’s too early for your antics!”[/COLOR] Tobias frowned at that, his lips turned up as he pulled the covers from her face. “Dada says get up!” Tista lays there on her back just staring up at her 4 year old brother, the 15 year old contemplating whether or not to just grab her brother and send him packing out the door or get up and go see her father and what he wants. Coming to a conclusion she lets out an exasperated sigh shooting upright and grabbing her brother tickling him as he gasps out and laughs in her arms. She stands with him and he rests his head on her shoulder as she walks out her open door. [COLOR=deeppink]“You know why pops is calling for me?”[/COLOR] She curled a brow at her brother. Tobias merely blinked and shrugged nuzzling further into the crook of her neck “Don’ know, he looked sad.” Turning the corner she spots her dad sitting with his head down at the breakfast table. She walks forward. Tobias now wrapped his arms around her neck, tightly but not to the point where it’s uncomfortable. [COLOR=deeppink]“What’s up, dad?”[/COLOR] She called out to him. A beat past and then two. [COLOR=deeppink]“You don’t usually call me so early in the morning especially on weekends, that’s usually mom’s job.”[/COLOR] She said jokingly, filling into the silence from him not responding. [COLOR=deeppink]“Speaking of mom, where is she?”[/COLOR] Her father stiffened and in turn Tista stiffened. Suddenly the hold Tobias had around her neck began becoming stifling. She gripped him tighter. [COLOR=deeppink]“Dad come on, if you’re playing around don’t anymore. You know I don’t like the silent treatment!”[/COLOR] He finally turned around slowly to look at her. And she knew just by the look on his face something was wrong, something was terribly wrong. “Sweetpea….mom is-“ [hr] Blip… Tista’s eyes slowly opened, it was blurry at first as she woke and her eyes adjusted to the darkness of her tent. She gripped her blanket tightly in her hands. [COLOR=deeppink]“It…it was just a dream.”[/COLOR] She spoke out into the dark. ‘Or rather a nightmare’ but she kept that to herself and didn’t expose it to the darkness. Blip.. She blinked twice, recognizing that she was woken by droplets of what seemed to be rain water dripping from a rip in the top of the tent over her head. She brought a hand up to touch the wet spot on her forehead. [COLOR=deeppink]“Wasn’t there a barrier blocking out the storm?”[/COLOR] She whispered out, now becoming fully aware of her environment she in fact could hear the beat of rain dropping on the tents surface and the ground outside. Confused, she turned to look across the room towards her tent-mate. [COLOR=deeppink]“Hey Sierra-“[/COLOR] she paused, realizing the girl was nowhere to be found. [COLOR=deeppink]“Where’d she go off to?”[/COLOR] She freezes as shouting is heard outside of her tent. Immediately she felt as though she was drenched in cold water. She jumped up and slipped on her shoes before cautiously walking outside and into the arms of the storm. [COLOR=deeppink]“What’s going on? What's with all the shouting?”[/COLOR] She asks out to the countless number of students and probably some staff rushing around. ‘I must have been in deep sleep if I was able to miss all of this commotion.’ “It’s Hyperion, come on!” A girl says out rushing off into the direction of another team's campsite. She ran after her trying to keep up in her dazed and frazzled state. Tista arrived just in time to see a boy flying through the air, her eyes opening wide and mouth flying open as she watched in horror as he went through the stormy night sky. To make matters worse before she could even make sense of anything she looked on forward at the gathered crowd to only see another guy getting impaled in the chest. ‘This is all happening too fucking fast!’ Before she could let out a scream or anything to show her confusion and distress she turns to the side and empties out the contents of her gut. Shifting to her hands and knees in the wet grass, snot, tears and a bit of vomit covered her face as she cried and coward in the back of the group. ‘I don’t understand what’s going on, isn’t this supposed to be the safest place for hyper-humans?’ [hr] [b][i]Present[/i][/b] Tista stayed in the auditorium silently picking at her nails as she listened to the woman on stage talk about a team swap. It wasn’t that long after the funeral of Cassander, the guy who died. And to say Tista was on edge would be an understatement. Her mind was constantly racing with thoughts that she wishes would just shut up at the moment, she wasn’t there for the whole thing so she shouldn’t be this affected by it. Yet that doesn’t stop the cold sweat from drenching her forehead and the back of her neck making her feel clammy and gross. She looked left and right at the folks she hardly got to know and balled her hands into fists. Just sitting there. [COLOR=deeppink]“I think I’ll stay here for now.”[/COLOR] She closed her eyes. [COLOR=deeppink]“Better than being uprooted and thrown into the arms of new people.”[/COLOR] She sighed out going back to just listening to the woman speak on and on, and watching as people left and joined teams. She felt as if she was going on autopilot for the past couple of days, her mind keeps replaying the guy being sent flying off, Cassander dying and people joining Hyperion and that scary ravenette who was spouting controversial nonsense. ‘Am I going to be next?’