TheLastRunaway

Instincts

He is such a cutie. <3

Instincts

She stood up and stretched. "Alright, I left my bags down by the door so now I can choose my room as well." She headed for the elevator for them to go back to the bottom floor, once they got there she picked up her bags and waved at him. "See you back here in ten?" With that she wandered down the hall, each room was luxurious but her eyes were headed towards the door at the very end of the hall, she had a feeling it would be hers. Once she opened the door, her breath was taken it was a gorgeous room with windows that spread wall to wall facing out to a.. ocean? Where in the hell were they. She noticed the card had not yet been taken and quickly marked her name on it, happy only seeing one bed so no roommates. She poured her bag on to the bed before finding her black bikini and slipped in to it while wearing a beach dress to walk out in and a pair of flip flops. She made her way back out in to the lobby and waited for Phillip.

Instincts

Like that one boy off that one anime. Got it.

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"I wish mine didn't hurt me as much, I always compare it to a shot from the doctors but of course fifty times worse than that." She laughed, but felt like she should explain. "It's usually when I have to conduct something physical, it's like the first moment when the needle goes in your skin, the enticing pain that lessens once the needle is resting, but then it's the feeling of whatever liquid is being pushed in to your skin, like an automatic bruise and it rushes all over the body before the exhausting." She sighed heavily and put her hand under her chin and closed her eyes. "It's all pretty painful, and I don't know why." She opened her eyes, this had been a pretty depressing conversation. "Are you ready for that swim?" She winked playfully.

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That would have came in handy for all the agonizing training she had to go through as a child, and soon felt envious of the boy who sat in front of her. She didn't really know what to say about his powers, she didn't see anything not to like about it, but at the same time she thought it was okay not to fight. She looked outside and sighed, "I can manipulate the weather, not like.. [i]me[/m] but my emotions. It usually rains if I'm upset enough, thunders when I am angry, blah blah." She rubbed her shoulder nervously. "And other stuff, but there pretty much just as pointless as that." She took another sip of her drink.

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I get lost writing, as cliché as that sounds. I can't ever really explain how I feel when I'm writing, it's weird.

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Oh completely understanable. You're a writer. (:

Fractions: A New Age

Yeah you guys do whatever. Lol. (:

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She shrugged and looked out the window. "I just have really bad memories of felines."
She looked back towards him and gave him a 'oh wel' kind of look. "I don't think it's weird. I was just raise to fight." That was an understatement, she had been trained to be a assasin since the age of seven. "I'm not really good with 'magic'". She air quoted.

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I think it's a cool idea. (: