Post by Opal Strole on Jan 2, 2015 4:12:19 GMT
Opal had had her time and fun. The night wasn't as successful as she had hoped, but she confirmed Cecelia was human, and could hardly wait to get talking to her.
But the night was waning fast, and she knew it was time to leave her hint.
Glaring at Damian with hostility and jealousy at the same time, Opal took another breath and grabbed a Sharpie from a shelf on the wall. Writing neatly, though anger pressed through her like a bulldozer against a building, she left "Father = Killed By Half-bloods" on Damian's arm, the one that managed not to be stabbed, and tossed away the pen when she was done.
Mission complete, she grabbed the cloth out of her pocket again and shoved it into Damian's face, grinding her teeth together. "Let everyone know I'm not playing games to lose," she said as the gasses started to emit from the lining.
But the night was waning fast, and she knew it was time to leave her hint.
Glaring at Damian with hostility and jealousy at the same time, Opal took another breath and grabbed a Sharpie from a shelf on the wall. Writing neatly, though anger pressed through her like a bulldozer against a building, she left "Father = Killed By Half-bloods" on Damian's arm, the one that managed not to be stabbed, and tossed away the pen when she was done.
Mission complete, she grabbed the cloth out of her pocket again and shoved it into Damian's face, grinding her teeth together. "Let everyone know I'm not playing games to lose," she said as the gasses started to emit from the lining.
