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Post by Opal Strole on Mar 8, 2015 4:52:09 GMT
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Monday had come.
The sun drooped behind the cavernous peaks of the mountains engulfing the lake, casting groping rays of orange and yellow and red flickering across the sand like fire, an envious mirror of the sky's dominant rays. (OMG that's an amazing line). The slight murmur of tentative waves licked at the pale bare feet of the assassin patrolling the banks, her brown eyes sharp and to the horizon, the light shading her backside darker than her black jumpsuit usually was and tinging her black mask - she still didn't know if she could trust Cecelia - a gruesome dark tan-blue. Opal's toes dug into the soft sand, and the saltiness tickled her tongue like her memories did her thoughts. Her hair, black as night, swept behind her into the shadows, red hair extension clips fastened tight to her oval-ed head. And in her hands was a locket, golden and crisply fastened, a simple oval with a rose pattering around the edges and a small "S" in the middle. In representation of "Strole". Her last name.
Opal wasn't stupid, nor inattentive despite her calm and serene appearance, she turned her head slightly at the muffled sound of footsteps, her training always helpful. "I was afraid you wouldn't come," she admitted, turning back to the sky, the little locket held fast in her fist.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2015 23:52:07 GMT
"Trust me, I didn't think I would either." Cecelia said with a stressful sigh, leaning down and brushing off her pants. She straightened up and stared ahead of her at the girl wearing the mask. Shadow was her name. Or, her code name at least. What am I doing? Her shoulders shrugged a little and she walked towards the assassin. The girl that had murdered her brother, and Shadow was smart enough to quickly change the subject. Cecelia was focused on the half-bloods and what they had all been keeping from her.
"And if Shadow does have him? I'll loss my innocence."
"Damian's made a great recovery. Just make sure he doesn't put too much on himself. He needs to be on crutches for a few weeks, and his wing in a splint. Even in sleep."
"D-Dami didn't tell me he got out of the hospital! I don't know where he is."
Cecelia hesitated and tried to shake away the voices in her head. She looked to Opal and searched in her eyes for some kind of explanation. "Damian left the hospital a little bit earlier than I expected. Have you seen him around?"
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Post by Opal Strole on Mar 9, 2015 0:05:53 GMT
"Yes, I have," Opal responded sharply, her hands crossed to suppress the kindling recognition of her memories. "He's safe. I made sure of it. Don't worry. Worry about your own safety." Slowly, with the slight stretching sound of her slick jumpsuit, she faced Cecelia frankly, her brown eyes giving away no emotion but forged pity. With a sharp gesture for the girl to follow, Opal slowly started along the beach, her gaze forward once more, drawing steady breaths, a living statue. "As you hopefully understand, I'm protective of my species. You're human. I'm human. Our differences are similarity. And we both have aggression. I just harness it. Just as the half-bloods do." She stopped suddenly, turned to Cece, and withdrew a knife sharply from her belt, holding it stiffly with a smirk, then kneeling down in the middle of the sand and digging at the grains swiftly and purposefully.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2015 1:15:52 GMT
Cecelia stood back from Opal and looked to the lake, clenching her hands into fists. Her bangs that were swept to side fell into her left eye. Her mouth quivered as if it didn't know to smile. The corners raised but it was a crooked smile. "He's safe. I made sure of it. Don't worry. Worry about your own safety." Her eyes widened and she turned to Opal while trying to let her fists go.
Come on, Cece.. You're being fool of yourself. Cecelia responded to Opal's gesture and followed her along the beach. "And we both have aggression. I just harness it." She stifled a laugh and grinned to herself. Her eyes never seemed to leave Opal. "Says the girl that started all of this because she was upset."
When Opal turned to her and took out a knife from her belt, that made Cecelia worry a little bit. But, she knew there was no backing down. I might be naïve about many things but I will fight if necessary... Cecelia growled and swung her arm, even though there was nothing there for her to hit. Ha ha ha~ Aha ha ha~ Cece is a fool. To think I would fall in love with a human!
They took everything from us. Humans are hilarious! They are so easy to play. All I had to do was pull her to the side and tell her I would protect her. She believed me like that! Every moment I spent with her was sickening. I always had to make sure I wasn't standing too close to her because of her horrid human stench. "He's... laughing at me." She lifted her gaze up from the ground and looked at Opal, who was digging at the sand with her knife.
"What are you doing..?"
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Post by Opal Strole on Mar 12, 2015 22:31:01 GMT
"Showing you something," Opal responded, still humored at Cece's vain attempt at attacking her. The sand slunk back through continuously despite her efforts, but slowly, she was making progress. She tried to ignore the guilt that already was sinking in her stomach, focusing on the poker-face she had to put up to mask her hidden two-face.
And then the blade struck something. It was a hollow sound, but somewhat strong and conclusive. Setting the knife aside, Opal dug her fingers into the sand and pulled up a shoe-box-shaped wooden container. A simple infinity symbol was carved carefully into the top, and details lined the corners. It was coated in a thin lamination to keep it from eroding.
Opal set the box aside, looked at it with fake concern. "The things in these boxes are going to destroy you. But then it will rebuild you. You'll see the truth the way I see it, and that's going to make you prepared for anything. But you have to trust me, as hard as it is."
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