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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2015 2:28:00 GMT
"Er...you sure?" he pressed, still not opening the door. "It sounded like a bunch of things fell? Nothing's broken?" She sounded unhurt, at they very least, but her voice was a tiny bit shaky- had she been crying?
No, course not, why would he think that? Shadow, dangerous assassin, reduced to tears? No way.
"Nothing is wrong here- just asking- look I'm opening the door, alright?" Well that didn't mean he'd look, he just wanted to be able to hear better. Slowly he turned the handle, not stepping into the storage room and making a pointed effort to fix his gaze of the wall of the other room. Damian couldn't look back in there. The thwip of knifes hitting a target let him know that she was practicing her aim again...alright.
"Everything okay?"
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Post by Opal Strole on Mar 1, 2015 2:35:40 GMT
"Yeah," Opal lied, squeezing the blade of one of the knives enough to the make a small cut on her hands and draw blood.
A drop of crimson fell from her palms.
Opal swallowed, hard, and threw the knife with such a velocity that the hilt of it went partially through as well. Her breathing was shaky, and her toes clenched in her boot. But she wouldn't let him see her like what she felt like; A mess of confusion and anger and regret.
Another knife.
Grinding teeth.
A chill going down the girl's back.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2015 23:50:24 GMT
Damian nodded silently and was about to leave when a new scent worked it's way into the mix, blood, though not stale or masked with cleaning supplies.
He'd seen firsthand how skilled Opal was with a knife and refused too believe that she would cut herself without being very distracted by something.
"D-did you just cut yourself?" Maybe out wasn't really there, it was really faint, but he wanted too make sure.
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Post by Opal Strole on Mar 6, 2015 1:06:30 GMT
"NO!" Opal snapped, too harshly. In her head, she strung through a colorful array of curses and met the last knife with equal velocity. Casually, though not casually considering the shaking in her hands and the burn on her cheeks, she grabbed the towel from earlier and squeezed it to wipe away the blood, dabbing her forehead to cover up the betrayal of her subtlety.
"You don't have to be in her," She responded after a few moments, voice cool despite her instincts. Really Opal just wanted a shoulder she could trust not to draw away when her tears fell on it, to have the comfort that she could never have, not from Logan, not from anyone. "I'm sure there's too many bad memories."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2015 4:31:04 GMT
[[ SORRY IT'S LATE REAL LIFE JUST EXPLODED IN MY FACE AND I'VE BEEN REALLY BUSY ADSLKHDAKHS ]]
Damian cringed and shrank a tiny bit when she shouted at him. "A-alright, I won't ask again," he said a bit quietly. He shuffled uncomfortably in his position by the door at her next comment.
"I'm not going to go in," he sighed. "I just...don't like being alone. It gets too quiet." He'd been on the street for years with nothing but silence and now that he was with people again, he didn't want to go back. Even if he company was...questionable.
[[ SHORT D: ]]
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Post by Opal Strole on Mar 12, 2015 0:40:06 GMT
Suddenly, Opal turned sharply, a fierce, accusing glare skidding around her face. "Then that makes two of us," She shot back, after a few milliseconds, she dropped her knife, turned completely and took a few prided steps toward Damian, stopping a two or three yards from the half-blood, ignoring the sting in her hand. "Humans are social creatures. They can't live without others. It's scientifically proved, and as I'm sure you now know, I feed off the stats." Opal drew a breath, gazed through the corner of her eye. "I suppose you're human. So am I. Interesting how the same differences fuel such differently highlighted emotions." She chuckled to mock her own pitiful joke.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2015 17:35:47 GMT
"Is it so hard to just see me as...another person?" Damian asked. "It's not halfbloods and humans, it should be just people. That's what we all are, even if some of us are stronger or have wings or...anything like that. We all have the same feelings, we all can feel pain. You try to make us out as inhuman and you hunt us down when sometimes I feel we are more human than you." They understood more. They were one with the forests and plains and mountains, and even animals, while everyone else was still trying to destroy them because they couldn't understand.
"Even though I have these," Damian gestured to his wings, which he moved a little bit, "I still have a heart." Then he pointed to his chest. Despite all the ache and pain he still planned to keep on using it.
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Post by Opal Strole on Mar 15, 2015 23:45:08 GMT
Opal narrowed her eyes.
She had the snappy comments on the tip of her tongue, some very good points to say, but she wouldn't. She felt as though she couldn't. So Opal just shook her head slowly, glaring, as though Damian didn't get it. "You were lucky I took pity on you," She hissed, drawing back, considering gassing him and letting him sleep through healing. "Don't test me - Or fate, for that matter."
Turning her back on Damian, she started for the board again, her heart pounding for a reason she could hardly understand. Opal leaned down, scooped up the knife, prayed he wouldn't come near, because she wouldn't know what she would do.
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