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When Zephrys woke up , her chest heaving , eyes wide , her fingers tightly clasping onto the fabric of her blanket , and her senses on high alert she knew she wouldn't be going back to bed again - at least not until it was daylight anyways. Taking a steadying breath  to ease her nerves she got out of her bed and shuffled out of her dark room into the equally dark hallway. 
          
          It made her feel uneasy walking through the hallway , using her hands to find her way , but she moved forward still , eager to see a source of light in her  reeling mind. She walked carefully , her bare feet barely making a creak as she made her way up to the roof. 
          
          As soon as she was outside , Zephrys could feel the air return to her lungs and a bit of sanity grace her mind as well. She made her way over to the roof's edge and sat down , her legs swinging freely below her. She let out a breath of relief she hadn't realized she was holding and finally relaxed , pushing out the memories of the basement from her mind. She hadn't even noticed another person joining her on the roof until their hand came down on her shoulder , causing her to jump a bit. 
          
          "Shit, sorry," she apologized. " I ,um, had a nightmare so I'm a bit jumpy as you can tell."

LITTLESTMUNCHKINS

  ♜ --  FIRE ESCAPING THE SHUTTERS INFERNO LIKE LUNGS, sensation cleared like vast water in a stream of clogging murk . Her eyes glimmered in the dark distance,  from long perspective she could have looked like nothing more than a shadow . But now staring into the clearing off the friends camp site she couldn't help but sigh. How had her life even gotten this way, why haven't she stayed back . NO, it would never happen . 
          She sat stiffly on a large boulder caressing her ill wrist wrapped in a warp of bandage . Her ears caught onto the low footsteps heading in her direction .  Ignoring these sounds the rush of cool water against her feet washed away the muck behind her skin. The DISAPPOINTMENT, DEVASTATION .

blacksheeped

Houseofhackers dark bags hang omniously under brown eyes that can't seem to stand still, constantly fidgeting everywhere every five seconds, paired with clothes obviously slept in for the past couple of weeks hanging off his scrawny frame along with an untidy disheveled mess of brown locks hanging over his face was evidence of one singular prominent fact - sebastian's life wasn't that going that great.
            
            you wouldn't expect that of him. a boy raised in the cusp of wealth to ever look like that - like a ghost. a set of empty bones. but ever since he left his parents behind and joined up with the rest of the runaways, he's gone threw the wads of cash he stole like leaves in the wind. god, he can't even remember the last time he ate anything that didn't come from a mcdonalds or a gas station.
            
            he's washing pale skin with murky water ( what happens when you don't have running water kids- ) when he spots her. he can recognize that look anywhere, self-loathing so absolute you feel like a dead body moving through the movements - he's seen it every time he looked in a /mirror/. " you alright? " a dumb question if any but it comes out faster than he can think of a worthy replacement.
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Iovegraves

/ *eye emoji* this looks good my dude -

Iovegraves

@blacksheeped / smh I'll let it slide since we both have usernames that include sheep somehow -
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blacksheeped

@ichorlamb / um yes pls but i'm still chalking this up as a win-
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Iovegraves

@blacksheeped / sjsksk um mine is trash??? but how about we save the argument for another time and I drop a dope starter on your mb?
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