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| Flora Raine | | Nineteen | | Water Manipulation |

[dylan-flores-deactivated2017080]

“Oh yeah. Muuuuuch better.”

[flora-raine]

“Ugh, talking about hunting and eating is making me hungry. Do you want food? I want food.”

[dylan-flores-deactivated2017080]

“Oh! I like that one. That was good. But I don’t think I’d wanna’ be a lion if they attack each other.”

[flora-raine]

“Thank you. Okay, what if they then laugh and go hunt antelopes or something. Is that better?” 

[rlystrange]

“Not really. I just don’t feel like playing you at the moment.” 

[flora-raine]

“Alright fine, we won’t play. Another time? What were you doing, actually? Just standing over here, brooding.”

[dylan-flores-deactivated2017080]

“Y'know, I bet when cheetahs race, one of them cheats n'the other one goes, “Bro'h, you’re such a cheetah!” n'they laugh n'eat a zebra or some shit.”

[flora-raine]

“You know what else? If a lion lies I bet the other would be all “Nah, man you lion.” and then they most likely attack each other.” 

[gavemon]

“I think I’m reading and I also think that you’re sitting far too close to me. You probably have some sort of disease that I’ll catch if you sit that close. Get up and move, I was here first.” Peeking over the book, he looks at the girl that’s wasting his time before rolling his eyes.

[flora-raine]

Flora looked down at the quite large space between them and raised her eyebrows before looking back up at the boy. A soft laugh escaped her lips; his attitude amused her. She leaned back against the back of the bench and took another sip of water, sighing louder than she usually would. He wouldn’t make her move, she wasn’t doing anything to bother him.

[rlystrange]

“What’s in this whole deal for me? What do I get out of this? I mean, obviously, I’ll beat you so there is that but what else? Is there anything else?” 

[flora-raine]

“Uh... nope that sounds about it. Isn’t beating me enough? I mean, who knows if you’ll beat me, have you ever seen me play? Did you want something else out of this?”

[rlystrange]

Colton scoffed, turning towards her, his face in a scowl. “I don’t know who told you that I wasn’t on the team, but I am. And I’m quite good. The best actually, but you’re not going to coerce me into putting on a display as if I am some trained monkey.” 

[flora-raine]

“Okay, look, I’m not here to ask you to put on a show. I want to play soccer and as you can see, the only other person here that’ll give me a challenge is you. That’s why I asked, not for any other stupid reason you can think of. I just want to play. Play with me?” Flora waited, tossing the ball from one hand to the other. 

[gavemon]

Sitting in the courtyard, Gavin had been reading a book for the past hour. About fifteen minutes ago, he contemplated the idea of going up to his room and playing on his GameBoy, again. The boy decided against it, though, instead continuing to read his book. It wasn’t until he heard someone sit down near him that he set down the book. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you need to get up and sit somewhere else.” he said, turning to face the stranger.

[flora-raine]

It was a sunny day and Flora had been out for a run. She needed a break and took a seat on the nearest bench, with enough space between her and its one occupant. She hadn’t expected to hear anything out of the boy’s mouth, let alone such a rude remark. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you need to check your attitude.” Shaking her head, she grabbed her bottle, taking a sip and definitely not moving.

[rlystrange]

Colton’s back was to the person approaching him, and he felt his muscle tense as he spoke. “I can hear you coming, and I can tell you right now I want nothing to do with you or whatever you were going to ask.” 

[rlystrange]

[flora-raine]

Flora held one of her hands up as a sign of peace as she neared him, the other holding a soccer ball to her hip. “Whoa there, I’m not here to try to be your best friend or anything. I’m bored and I know you were on the team once. Basically, I wanted to see if you were as good as they say.”

[aisla-island-deactivated2015120]

“I’d rather not associate myself with someone who will so carelessly speak. I thank you for your honesty but now you get mine. I do not think we will be speaking again.”

[flora-raine]

“Fine by me. See you around, pixie. Or not.” 

[theskellingtonson-blog]

With the slightest glance in her direction, Wyatt could tell just from the girl’s mannerisms that the sight had disturbed her on some level, at very least. The way she shivered when she saw the dismembered limb twitch in his lap said enough. A faint, mischievous smirk found his features as he noticed it and he made a point to tap the fingers of his disconnected arm against his leg as he spoke to her. She’d never seen a rag doll before, evidently. “With a needle, sweetheart. How the hell else would I sew it back on?”

[flora-raine]

Her gaze was pulled to his fingers, and her eyes widened as they moved, though the limb was barely attached. Tearing her gaze away, she met his eyes and saw the smirk lingering there, and she knew he was doing it on purpose. How he was doing it, she had no clue, but he was doing it to bug her out. “Hilarious. I’d think someone had some sort of magic spell or something. But seriously, how does one rip off their arm and just start sewing it back on like it’s nothing? Don’t tell me that doesn’t hurt, cause it has to.” 

[jacen-is-flying-solo-deactivate]

“Fair point. I’ll give you that one.” Jacen said with a small chuckle. He grabbed his shirt and put it on despite the sweat that still dripped down his spine. It was a hot day and he’d sweat no matter what. “Depends on how you make up for things. What’d you have in mind?”

[flora-raine]

“Hey now, I never said yours were bad to look at.” Flora replied teasingly, with no intention to make him take his shirt off again. “Oh that? Not sure, I didn’t think that far ahead. I guess I can leave it up to you. How can I make it better?” 

[theskellingtonson-blog]

Wyatt sat cross-legged in the shade of one of the taller trees outlining the perimeter of the Gardens, a threaded needle between his fingertips as he carefully pierced the skin to reattach his right forearm. He could feel a pair of eyes on him. Wondering what the hell he was doing, probably. It wasn’t an ordinary sight. One of his seams had gotten snagged on the branch of a tree as he tried to climb out of it just moments earlier and unraveled almost entirely. It wasn’t exactly unusual  – he’d done it countless times as a kid, after all  – but sewing himself back up afterwards was always a bitch. Especially with an audience. Shifting the mostly dismembered limb slightly in his lap, he looked up. “Did you want something?”

[theskellingtonson-blog]

[flora-raine]

Flora didn’t know what it was about the boy that had caught her eye... until she saw it. And when she did, she couldn’t stop looking. There was no way she was seeing what she was seeing; someone sewing on their forearm? Not likely. But then he spoke and she saw the way the limb shifted, and a shiver ran up her spine. “Sorry, don’t let me interrupt. I’m just trying to figure out how the hell some guy is sewing his arm on.” 

[calderthorsxn-deactivated201604]

“Ohhhh-kay then. I was just checking, won’t happen again..”

[flora-raine]

“I just don’t see why you’d ask a question with such a stupidly obvious question... But thanks, I guess.”

[aisla-island-deactivated2015120]

[flora-raine]

“Oh, don’t get all pouty on me. I’m sorry, okay? I’m just not in the mood for magic happy sweaters. Just... come back some other time, okay?” 

[holdendonovans]

“Because food is always a comfort of some kind. And because it’s delicious,” he said, returning the smile with one of his own. “Oh no, no special occasion. sometimes I just like to bake.”

[flora-raine]

“Yeah, I guess...” She frowned a bit at his next words and shook her head, “That’s not at all fair... You can just bake a cake when you feel like it, and I bet it’s really good, isn’t it? Of course it will be, cause that’s how unfair it is.”

[milani-hook]

“Apology accepted. And I would but, you see, I’m already here so why not have a bit of girl talk, you know? Maybe paint each other’s nails as well. So how about it, sugarplum. What’s the matter? Woke up on the wrong side of the bed today?”

[flora-raine]

“You know that sounds great, except I don’t want to. Why don’t you go girl talk with one of the other fairies? I saw Aisla around again, you know, the french one? You could totally have a great chat with her.”