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RoseattaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 27, 2013 at 9:51 am

Erin

Erin cast her gaze around the room, unenthused. She flopped down on her bed, causing the springs to creak. She pulled the pillow from its place on the headboard and used it to prop her head up. The room looked like a whole lot of boring, and Erin couldn't imagine spending much time in there.
 
Well, this kind of blows. At least, I won't have to put up with this for long.
 
Erin shifted to get a better look at Rachel. "How good's the rule enforcement 'round here? I think I left my things in the front office. Not that there was something real important in there- hey, we can visit Zeke in the infirmary!" Erin liked that idea. Especially if the infirmary was closed to visitors. Then they'd be breaking some rules and visiting Zeke. Bonus!
 
Tristan
 
Tristan had stopped walking. The swirling possibilities in his head and in the hall made him doubt what was real and what wasn't, and his head was pounding because of it. Then, as a dark haired girl approached him, everything cranked up a notch.
 
It was as if the constant radio chatter he heard everyday had been ratcheted up to full blaring volume, like being shoved in the middle of a football game. His vision grew dark at the edges as it attempted to keep up with the influx information. The girl. She was doing it, he was positive.
 
Then there were voices- voices all around with British accents, each one layered atop another. The feelings intensified , and Tristan wasn't sure if she was right in front of him, or feet away. He stumbled back until he hit the wall- the reassuring solid wall.
 
"St- stop it, whatever you're doing!" he shouted out, as loud as his voice ever got, putting his hand to his head as if it could mitigate the flow of information. His speaking only resulted in there being more.
 
((Princess, I wasn't sure, but I kind of assumed that Tasha's abilities were partly subconscious, like Domino.))

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GlassPrincess replied...
Jan. 27, 2013 at 11:23 am

(Oh my gosh, I feel terrible for Tristan. And Tasha's power is semi-conscious, like she's trying to control something on a glitchy computer that sometimes does what it wants without her consent or, occasionally, her knowledge.)
 
   "I had the same idea," Rachel admitted, "but visiting hours will be over by now. If we get caught, we could be in big trouble, especially considering the circumstances." She was pretty much the perfect student. She never broke any rules and was friends with all of the teachers. It would take some serious motivation to change any of that. "Who knows," she added, "we might even get expelled."
   She looked down at her orange notebook and scratched at the golden glitter glue. Erin was probably bored of her already. She could tell that Erin was the type to go for adventure, but Rachel wasn't.
   Sure, she loved planned adventures. Not planned like she always knew what was going to happen, but planned as in the teachers were taking the class to some field training location and they weren't breaking any rules by what they were doing. Like this morning, when fighting was perfectly allowed because they were actually under attack.
 
   "What am I doing?" she asked curiously, raising her eyebrows.
   If her powers could be affected by whatever this kid did, maybe it worked the other way around. And maybe she could learn what was going on and how to control it.
   "I'm only exploring the campus. Well, actually, you look like as good a guide as any. Maybe you can show me around."
   His behavior alone made her doubt that he'd accept her offer, but she naturally wanted a tour before she started any real work--and she needed to get to the bottom of this power failure stuff.

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iluvnachoThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 27, 2013 at 12:49 pm

Zeke

Slowly, everyone left, filing away. First Tristan, than Max, then Ambi. It might of been better if he wasn't going to be alone. But he was.

"Just press this red button if you need me, Mr.Braverman. The yellow is for more pain killer, but of you stay still, I doubt you'll need to use it. Besides, there's only a limited amount in there anyways."Mrs.Pilsberry paused, wondering if she missed anything, before she shrugged."Goodnight, then. In the morning, you should be ready to leave. Just take it easy."


"Alright, I'll try not to go near Dr.Banner."Zeke replied with a crooked grin."He only teaches my first class of the day." Mrs.Pilsberry smiled, before she too, was gone.

Maybe if Zeke was normal, he would enjoy the silence. He would enjoy the peace and quiet of the empty infermary. Beds may untouched, and there was a soft hum of the building. But, Zeke could feel the memories creeping. Slowly, but surely.

Just draw. Distract yourself.Zeke mentally instructed himself. He reached for his sketchbook carefully, wincing only slightly as he got his Prismacolors. Tristan really did know him well. Not too well, thank God. Just imagining what Tristan would do if he discovered his secrets...

Zeke sighed, flipping through the pages. Hm. That was funny. The particular sketchbook Tristan grabbed at random held drawings of not only the city, but of people. Half finished portraits of girls making their way against the wind, or of guys smoking. Zeke even recgonized a rough sketch of Ambi falling asleep in history class. He still wasn't able to capture the way her blonde hair fell over her face, or the feathery outlines of her wings.

Maybe I should add Erin to the collection... Zeke thought with a smirk. It would be time consuming, especially for the color of her skin, but that's exactly what Zeke needed.

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Jan. 27, 2013 at 12:58 pm

   Bruce paced the empty classroom, unable to go home. This hadn't been the first time he'd lost control and harmed students.
   "What am I doing?" he asked himself aloud, wishing that someone would answer. "I'm--I'm not capable of controlling the Hulk. I shouldn't be around so many people. If only I could be somewhere else, this whole city would be safer. I don't know what I was thinking to come here. I don't know what the professor was thinking when he asked me to come onboard."
   He sat at his desk in the silence. No, he couldn't do this. He couldn't endanger the lives of innocent people. He impulsively stood, grabbing an armload of papers and books that were scattered across his desk and shoving them into his bag before swiftly making his way toward the double doors that opened at the back of the building.

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RoseattaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 27, 2013 at 2:06 pm

Erin
 
Erin tried putting her arms behind her head, but found to her annoyance that her injured arm stubbornly refused to at more than a thirty degree angle. Instead, she opted to push herself up into a sitting position.
 
"So? That's if we get caught. We can always work under the assumption that we won't get caught. And if we do get caught, we can just say we were getting some ibuprofen for me or something," Erin grinned deviously, "Not that it works on me anyways." 
 
Erin was completely taken with her own idea, but she needed Rachel to come along. Mostly because Erin was quite sure if she could find her way around without the girl. "And think. Zeke'll be so bored if we don't stop by," she wheedled, trying to look earnest.
 
Tristan
 
Why couldn't the girl walk away? Why did it have to be him, with this stupid mutant ability? Tristan squeezed his eyes shut, blocking out the scattered images of the girl, and the other things cluttering his vision. Her spoken question was repeated, three times, five times, ten times his hyperawareness noticed. And then the other probabilities murmuring and whispering built up in a wall of sound. 
 
Tristan's parents were concerned for his mental health, but he had always known that it wasn't some sort of illness that plagued him but a special ability. But now, he wondered if they were right? If this isn't insanity, I don't know what is.
 
He could only capture snatches of words. Guide, campus, show me around. No, I don't want to show you around, I want to a million miles from this place. Even thinking those thoughts was difficult, as his brain immediately tried calculating the odds of each and every probability- like a machine that was stuck in the 'on' position and running like crazy.
 
"Stop changing the probabilities!" he was able to coherently yell out over the babble of voices. It was a wild random guess, but it was the only things that made sense- it explained why everything was topsy turvy, why things were changing.

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Jan. 27, 2013 at 2:11 pm

((Hey, Roseatta! When are we going to start the Percy Jackson RP back up? Are we still waiting on Suise? ))

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BloggerPrincess replied...
Jan. 27, 2013 at 2:36 pm

   "Excuse me?" Tasha managed in false surprise. Inside were a million conflicting thoughts and feelings. First, she was angry that she'd been found out so quickly. Second, she was suspicious of this boy. Exactly how had he pegged her so fast? And third, she was intrigued(sp). He'd managed in two minutes to disclose a secret that some of the most brilliant and perceptive people took years to learn.
   She gave an amused hum, pretending she didn't feel a little bit sorry for the pain she seemed to be causing the boy unintentionally. "You must be mistaken. I'm not doing anything.
   The quiver of arrows on her back jumped up as she shrugged. "Whatever's wrong, it isn't me. Now, will you show me around or will I have to wander through the building unaided?"
   Being her powers weren't obeying her in the least, she turned to another form of manipulation. She gave him a flirtatious grin. "I'd be awful thankful for your company."

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Jan. 27, 2013 at 2:40 pm

   Rachel shook her head. "Sorry, Erin, but as much as I want to visit Zeke too, we have direct orders from Aurora. And trust me, she won't be happy about it." She sighed. "But if you really have to go, I'll cover for you and say you were looking for medicine or something."

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RoseattaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 27, 2013 at 3:55 pm

((Bekah, I'm sorry but I don't think I'll be continuing GoP. I don't have enough time to run it, and Suise I think is officially not coming back. :())
 
Tristan 
 
Tristan was nonplussed. The girl wasn't walking away, nor was she acknowledging that something very wrong was happening. Maybe, maybe it's just from this morning. Maybe I'm mutating- I've heard people do that. Progressing into a different stage.
 
Tristan hoped that wasn't the case. Because if it was, well. He didn't think he could stand it if he had to put up with the visions. At least, he wouldn't be able to hold a conversation, or attend a class, or anything. He needed to get away. Now.
 
Tristan opened his eyes a fraction, attempting to deem an open spot for him to walk to. He tried moving forwards, but bumped into the girl. "Sorry, I can't help you," he muttered, stumbling and walking quickly down the hallway like a blind man. The elevators were but a few steps away, and Tristan jabbed the button of the left elevator, which had a higher probability of coming down the quickest.
 
The elevator doors opened, and out sprang Erin, of all people. Tristan ignored her, instead pushing into the elevator and hurriedly pushing the close button. As soon as the doors closed and it jolted upwards, Tristan's knees buckled, and he slid down the wall onto the floor. The feeling was gone, mostly, that horrid uncontrollable spasmatic torrent of information.
 
Thinking about it, Tristan was almost positive it had something to do with that girl. He never had problems like this- ever. And then she shows up and all of a sudden, things aren't going accordingly to their natural balance. And Tristan seemed to be the only one aware.
 
Erin
 
Erin heaved a great big dramatic sigh. Getting Rachel to cover for her was probably the best she could hope for, though. So Erin left it at that. "Fine, your lose of a good time, though. I'll tell Zeke you said 'hi', though."
 
Now, the only problem was finding the infirmary. Erin was pretty sure Zeke had mentioned it on their tour, or maybe he hadn't. She searched briefly through the mental configuration of the school that she had thought up during Zeke's incredibly enlightening and partially completed tour. 
 
Eh, if I get lost, I'll just get to see more of the school. No biggie.
 
It made sense that the infirmary would be on the ground floor-- they usually were. Erin did her fair share of scoping out building schematics. "I'll see you in a few," Erin said cheerfully, giving Rachel a little finger wave before slipping out the door.
 
The elevators were close, and Erin hummed to herself as she pressed the button for the first floor.  She jumped from the elevator-- a stupid habit that she always felt the need to do when taking the elevator-- and almost bowled right over Tristan-- Zeke's weirdo friend with the glasses. Being on stealthy mode, Erin didn't make a sound.
 
But she didn't have to, because the boy was already in the elevator with the doors closing, looking like he was going to vomit. Okaaaaay. Strange. But the possible answer to the question presented itself almost immediately. 
 
"Tasha," Erin breathed out with annoyance. Tasha, The Black-freaking-Cat. Erin was totally capable of completing the job herself but noooo. The Phantom couldn't possibly trust her with one measly thing. Erin stalked down the hallway.
 
"What are you doing here? This was supposed to be my job!" she said vehemenantly (sp), remembering at the last moment that she was trying to not get caught on the first floor.
 
((Princess, I hope it's okay if I had Tasha and Erin know each other. And given Erin's personality, she would naturally not Tasha being there. :))

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Jan. 28, 2013 at 3:12 pm

(I think that works out, Roseatta.)
 
   "It would have been, Dear, if you could have handled it," Tasha answered condescendingly, absently making a mental note to find out where the strange kid from the hall had gone.
   "You know how the Phantom likes results. And you," she paused to sneer, "weren't getting him any." She shook her head, making her brown bob bounce as her eyes looked  at Erin with obvious disdain.
   She rolled her eyes and laughed. She didn't need Erin here just as much as Erin thought she didn't need her. She could have been the first plan. And I would have if I hadn't been overseas.
   "You might as well go home now, seeing as you're no longer of any use, Erin," she pronounced with audible venom. "That is, unless you've gone soft already and want to stay to fight with these children. In that case, I'd love nothing more than the honor of being the one to finish you off."
  

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RoseattaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 28, 2013 at 4:35 pm

Erin

Erin clenched her teeth, and went to adjust her newsboy cap, but to her mortification and annoyance, it was her recently injured-and-not-yet-healed arm, which rose halfway and stopped. She settled for it hanging limply at her side, before glaring at Tasha. Erin didn't like Tasha for multiple reasons, one being that the girl thought she was so much better than her. Not true.

"I was integrating myself! I already fit in easy enough to get places more than you ever will," she seethed. Inwardly, though, Erin was hurt. She so desperately wanted this chance to prove herself to the Phantom, and so what if she was going to do it her own way?

"You forget that serving the Phantom and his operations has been my life. I'm not just about going to up and run away now that you're here. I'm gonna see this through- we're on the same side." Although, sometimes I wish we weren't.

Some of Tasha's words hit home, though. Did this mean she was totally committed to the destruction of this school, including Zeke, Ambi, Tristan, Rachel... All of them? It didn't matter, at least not at this second. "I'm staying, Tasha. But I was given this job in the first place, and I'm gonna finish it."

Erin wheeled off, not ready to let Tasha have the last word. Internally upset and aggravated, she turned the corner of the hall. In her frustration, she felt like punching something, but her need for secrecy stalled her. Instead, she kept her brisk pace down the hall, until she spotted the double doors to the infirmary, which reminded her of the reason why she came to the first floor in the first place.

The doors swung open, and Erin ducked into a door well as a nursey-looking lady strode out. Before the doors could shut all of the way, Erin shoved her foot in between them and slipped through. Easy as pie. Erin didn't think she felt like visiting Zeke anymore, but maybe what she needed was a distraction.

The infirmary was dark and looked empty- with curtains drawn around a few beds. A quick look around revealed a clipboard with a sign in sheet attatched, which showed what bed Zeke was in. Erin found the bed with a curtain around it, and opened it a crack, peering through with one eye. Zeke was laying on the hospital cot with a sketchbook and some colored pencils.

Even injured and in a hospital bed, man., he was cute. "Uh, surprise!" she said in a loud whisper. That's right, lets forget about Tasha, and the Phantom, and all that for a moment.

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RoseattaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 28, 2013 at 4:36 pm

((Meh, I don't know what school infirmaries are supposed to look like, but for the ones in Harry Potter... XD I just kind of wung it.))

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RoseattaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 28, 2013 at 9:59 pm

((Wait, Ambi's not staying in the infirmary overnight, right? I just wanted to double check that it was only Zeke there. ^^))

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iluvnachoThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 28, 2013 at 10:09 pm

(I think Zeke is just alone :) ))


Zeke

That's right, just a little darker, maybe with some more of that 'Chocolate Brown' color... Zeke was thinking to himself, engrossed in his portrait of Erin. So far, it was a half colored sketch. Who knew there were so many things to Erin? Her mischevious smile, and that mad twinkle in her eye. He was carefully drawing her hat as he heard footsteps. Perhaps the devil herself? Zeke smiled smugly to himself, continuing even as she peeked her head inside the curtain.

"Surprise?"Zeke repeated, raising a brow with an amused expression. Yes. Just what he needed. The energetic Erin to distract him from the creeping throughts. Slowly, Zeke smiled that infuriatingly Zeke smile of his, slowly straightening.

"Actually, I think a real surprise would be if Rachel was here."He pointed out, looking almost thoughtful. Almost."But, I suppose you'll do." Zeke winked, before flashing up the drawing of her."Whatdya think, sweethawrt?" He asked, letting some of his New Yorkian accent leak through the words.

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RoseattaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 28, 2013 at 10:39 pm

Erin

Erin shrugged, grinning. Zeke's charmingly infuriating smirk was contagious. Yeah, well, maybe popping in wasn't such a bad idea after all. "I tried, but she wouldn't listen to my voice of un-reason." She sat down on the edge of his bed and leaned forward to peer at the drawing.

"I think-" she began, before really catching sight of the drawing, "hey, that's me!" Erin tilted the drawing towards herself more. It was one of those moments where she wished she could blush, but not really at the same time. "You sure my nose is that big?" She said, feigning worry.

Erin got an idea and laughed. "Is this what you do in your free time? Draw pictures of random beautiful girls? Kinda stalkerish if you ask me." She was still fascinated with it. Art wasn't necessarily a huge part of Erin's life, scratch that- it wasn't part of her life at all. As far as she was concerned, Zeke was a regular Michelangelo.

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iluvnachoThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 28, 2013 at 10:57 pm

Zeke

Zeke laughed at her explanation. That sounded exactly like the Rachel he knew. She was probably up in her room, sleeping or doing extra credit for a class she didn't need to be doing. Most likely the latter.

"I don't only draw pictures of beautiful woman in my free time."Zeke clarified. Erin was so petite, she could sit on the bed no problem. It was...cute. He really couldn't deny that. Maybe if his side wasn't burning dully, he'd reach over and tap her on the her not so big nose."I also draw pictures of pigeons, the Manhattan skyline, and on occasion, a couple making out." All of them were true; even the last one. From an artists' point of view, it was killed anatomy practice. Still, he kept his tone teasing. It was as if she had never drawn before, let alone seen a drawing.

"Maybe you should join art class."Zeke offered, smirking at the thought of Erin being asked such questions like "What colors add a dark effect?" or "How does this piece of Van Gogh make you feel?" "If you get that arm fixed, though."Zeke added, frowning a bit at her injured limb."Does it like, not hurt, or what?" Pretty badaśś of you asked Zeke.

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RoseattaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 29, 2013 at 10:21 am

Erin

Erin couldn't help but smirk at the thought of Zeke sitting in a park drawing those stupid fat fluffy birds or random couples. Zeke's mention of art class reminded her that being here as a student wasn't all going to be fun and games. There were actually classes to attend. And it was safe to say that in all of the schools she ever attended, her grades were all precariously close to failing.

Erin clenched and unclenched her hand on her injured arm thoughtfully. "Oh, it'll fix itself, if I leave it well enough alone. I don't think I have, like, pain receptors or something." She did a lopsided shrug.

"You on the other hand, are made of a whole lot of breakable stuff," she poked him lightly in the shoulder, "so how are you holding up, Matchstick?"

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iluvnachoThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 29, 2013 at 5:54 pm

Zeke
 
Overall, Zeke was pretty impressed with Erin. Her brave attitude, her no nonsense way of speaking. She had a spark that held Zeke's interest; not a lot of people could do that. Erin was an exception. She was always flickering, always alive.
 
"You are one ba.sa.s Cyborg." Zeke declared with a crooked grin. And he meant it. The things Erin could do without being able to feel pain...way better than his power. He tried not to think of it that much. Not now, in front of Erin's twinkling eyes and light touch. She was so slight, Zeke itched to draw not only her face, but her whole stature.
 
"I'm fine." He reassured with an airy wave of the hand, scoffing at thought of her being concerned for him. What did Erin think? That he was some pansy? "It hurts only a little."Zeke promised, even if it was a blantant lie. His fingers were pretty close to the yellow button on his remote. By the end of the night, the pain medicine would probably be su.cke.d dry.

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RoseattaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 29, 2013 at 7:20 pm

Erin
 
Erin initially grinned at Zeke's comment, but her encounter with Tasha was still fresh in her mind, and that kind of ruined the fun of it. Like, you know, being paid compliments by someone who had no idea that your alter-ego was a villain. Yeah. Normally, that kind of stuff wouldn't make her care an ounce, but here with this guy she just met today, it made her feel kind of crummy. 
 
"Me? Well, it looks like you're in ownership of some excellent powers of observation too," she joked, unabashed and ignoring any residual guilty thoughts. She gave Zeke a skeptical raised eyebrow. 
 
"I think I'll give you the benefit of the doubt on that one," not knowing anything about it myself, "-But I'm pretty sure that getting hit with the equivelant of a brick wall garuntees more hurt than 'only a little," she bantered, "Then again, who am I to say anything?" 
 
The one time when Erin really thought she had a good idea of what pain was like, was when she was trapped in that stupid blow-up and lost her hand, like, a few months ago. Now that had hurt as much as anything else ever did for her. So she applied that memory of pain to Zeke and had a rough estimate of his discomfort.
 
These poor breakable people. Erin couldn't manage to imagine any form of successful resistance to the Phantom's forces in this school. No, she couldn't see nervous Tristan or the rule-following Rachel in any sort of fight. Even with Zeke- even if the school had a dozen flame-throwing Zeke's, she couldn't see it.

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iluvnachoThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Jan. 30, 2013 at 4:14 pm

Zeke

"Yeah, who are you to say anything?" Zeke replied back, though, in his constant teasing voice. It was very interesting, the way Erin's hair was styled so perfectly. If she was this crazy bio mechanical robot, how did she get hair? Was it hers? Someone else's? Zeke had a crazy urge to reach out and move a stray piece that had fallen right by her dark brown eyes.

So, he did.

It wasn't like Erin was far away in the first place. He hardly had to lean over (which went a frenzy of pain up his side) to softly brush the strand behind her ear, between her newsboy cap. Her skin felt normal to Zeke, but his fingers didn't linger.

She can't be interested in me. I'm not good for her. Zeke thought to himself as he gave her an infectious grin. His thoughts were true; Erin deserved better than him. Deserved someone who held secrets, who had a poisened past...

"Could I ever draw you sometime? You know, for real?" Zeke asked simply. It was an odd question, but the word "embarrassment" was basically nonexsistant in Zeke's vocabulary. It was only embarrassing if you cared what other people thought. Did he in this case? Maybe. He knew it was dangerous to get closer to her, but Zeke didn't care. Not now, when he was in too much need for a distraction. He'd deal with whatever he'd need to deal with later.

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