Hold Your Breath And Hope |P|

Late? No. Claire had read the spell so many times she probably could have performed it without the book, but she didn't want to take any chances. Silently, she looked up to Rosemary and shook her head, gulping back her fears, if ever possible. "Well, we'd better start digging. Be careful, though. Remember, we didn't put him in a coffin since we didn't have one." Claire held out a shovel.

|Same|

|YAYAYAY YOU'RE ONLINE >.<|

Claire nodded and crouched low. Instantly, a terrible rotting smell blasted her face like a wave in a storm. She resisted gagging and took a breath of fresh air before using her hands to move away dirt. Kevin's body was grey and dirty and rotting after two months already. Of course, give him a year, and the entire forests' occupants would be on the run for years. "Aw," Claire gasped, falling back from the stinking hole. Cringing, she pulled a sharp hunting knife out of her bag and two gloves. "If you brought that tupperware container, now would be a good time to get it out." Squinting, after silently saying her sorrys, she started cutting way Kevin's flesh, soon reaching the ribs and soon after the heart, which had miraculously stayed intact. Turning with the still heart in her gloved hands, Claire hoped Rosemary had gotten the container. "Uh, Rosemary?" Claire said through a frown. "Y-you know we might be to late, right?"

Kevin hadn't been that bad of a guy, and hearing Rosemary make such a comment stung. Setting the heart in the bin, she took a breath and ripped off the gloves. She then pushed some soil over the grave to at least TRY to hide some of the smell. "We have to try, though. For Cece's sake, mostly. She needs him back." Using her wrist, Claire brushed some black hair out of her face and opened her spell book to the right page, then began reading aloud.
    "Sub sole morientis.. Underneath the dying sun. That's dusk, as it is
    "Pone cor in terra..." Claire took the tupperware container (sorry to powerplay) and poured the heart onto the ground. "Pulsatio et sanguinem omnium vertice pinus silvarum.." She then poured all three vials (assuming Zack's is in a vial) of blood onto the heart, having already gathered the materials into the same area, and set the sprig of pine on top. "Ini divisorem quominus animum ter circum "Revertimini, quemadmodum vos. Okay, Rosemary, take my hands" -Claire stood to one side of the heart- "And chant, three times, with me, 'Revertimini, quemadmodum vos'. Got it?" Claire held her hands out, taking a deep breath

|I'll try. Can't make promises|

|Wow you couldn' hae had less muse |
Claire, eyes closed, chanted the words perfectly. She expected, since that was the last step, for there to be something exciing, but-
Nothing. There was nothing. Not even a stir in the dirt. With a sigh, Claire walked away, hoping Rosemary would follow. Claire needed time to let the fact that she had just cut out a man's heart for little reason sink in. The silent female walked on until she came to a log with flowers growing around it. It looked like the perfect place to cry, and taking a seat on the log, cry Claire did.

|Remember, Chase, it wouldn't make sense if somehow Kevin had a black hoodie sevral minutes after he was brought back. Oh and let us post a little more first|

|Lol, I can imagine Chase's reaction: "Wow, Rosemary wont cry for Kevin? That's just.."|

    Claire was a sensitive girl, it was true. And so she couldn't help but cry. Even it Logan died and he were in the place of Kevin, she would cry. After all, unless he had murdered someone in cold blood, there wasn't any reason he should die. Right?
    Drawing a shaky breath to lessen her mind's discomfort, she looked out into the trees, feelings low, heart wrecked. What would Shawn think if he found out? No, there's no if, I have to tell him. And.. and everyone else. It will be worth losing my rank... The clouds seemed to obey her darkened miserable thoughts and drifted over the hazy moon in the coming of a gust of wind. As everything was silent, Claire's mind was screaming, screeching and clawing and fighting for her to open her mouth and just yell. Yet Claire swallowed the rage that was directed at herself, and let one memory drift into her true mind.
    The day Kevin had died, Rosemary began singing a song. At the time, Claire thought it, though sweet, was a little weird. But sitting there with her heart clawed open and her true feelings of loss, she finally understood how Rosemary must have felt; Lost. Yes, neither of them were really connected to Kevin, at least as far as Claire knew, but all - well, that's an overstatement - Half-Bloods were almost like family to Claire.
    So, swallowing a lump in her throat, Claire closed her eyes and let the night shade her mind. Hands stilled in her lap, she parted her lips and let the words flow. Claire rarely sang since she was worried she wasn't very good, but truth was, she was really good. And the song was not random, oh no, not at all.
    "Say something, I'm giving up on you," She began, wishing for Kevin to have lived, wishing at least the spell would have worked. Wondering what his life would have been like if he was still alive. that  "I'll be the one if you want me to. Anywhere,  I would've followed you." His favorite song, matching his last chance. "Say something, I'm giving up on you.." Claire glance up with a smile as she realized that Rosemary...

|AHH SO EXCITED, Kevin Jake YOU'd BETTER STILL BE ALIVE! Lol, that makes no sense|

||You know, it seems like Kevin Jake doesn't ever reply to the Kevin Jake threads, even though the RPer of Kevin Jake is always bugging us about reviving Kevin Jake. So shouldn't Kevin Jake just HURRY UP AND REPLY||
|Anyway, Kat, I thought it was goin' to layer? First Claire, than Rosemary, then Kevin? I dunno, I'll post here so you can if you wish to continue that|

    Claire blushed under Rosemary's gaze, but it faded quickly when she remembered the reasons for her singing. Turning away once more, she gazed off into the distance, still singing in a hushed but clear and melodic voice.


|LAAAAZZZAAAYY|

|...I thought you were going to.......... there's no point in finishing the thread if you're just going to... plus why would Kevin have both arms back, he died without one? And so... EXPLAIN|

    Claire whipped around, her jet black hair following suit. "K-Kevin?" She stammered, milky brown eyes red-rimmed from crying. Why had she been crying? The Half-Bloods of the academy were Claire's responsibility and one had died. So it was in her shoes, even if it really wasn't.
    "Is it really you?" The girl stood, rounding the log, ignoring Rosemary. But.. could spells have really worked? Or have I gone mad?