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 Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 11:28 am
Raven was sitting on one of the beds in the Virgo infirmary, eyes dulled slightly. Her stomach and head were doing flip flops and she just…Felt horrible. Not even being in Virgo was helping to heal it, and the girl was beginning to wonder if this was all just mental stress. She used to get like this when she was younger, when her mother would sign her up for poetry circles, making her speak out in front of a group of her mother and father’s friends, reading poems that she had written. She hated speaking in front of people, and would often get horrific stage fright, resulting in symptoms quite like this.
But..Raven wasn’t afraid of speaking in front of anyone right now, she had gotten over stage fright when she had began cheerleading, now she loved crowds cheering for her. So…what could be wrong?
She sighed, bringing her knees to her chest, hugging them to her. She didn’t know what it was that was bothering her so much. Sure, she was worried about her friends, and worried about Jett’s acceptance…and really worried that he would die…but, that was natural! He had already gone into a coma, and he had…disappeared! He was a walking piece of bad luck flesh! Like an unlucky rabbits foot or something dumb like that.
Oh well. She just had to accept…that she was losing her mind. That was the only logical explanation for all of this. The only logical…well, the most illogical, yet still the most logical.
But, the real question was; Did logic apply out here?
The blonde let out a frustrated cry, letting her head fall forward, thunking it against her knees.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 12:26 pm
Camelot was doing himself to remain of use to people. He had spent most of his time in space at the Virgo Outpost, and not solely because he was loyal to Virgo herself. He had pledged to aid Chronos in whatever manner he could, as well. No, it was for the civilians that remained there, and those that had been hurt before. Were still getting hurt, as strange things happened all over the place.
If he could not be there to help them when they needed him most, he could at the very least make up for what he could by aiding them now.
When he heard someone making a sound of what sounded like frustration, but could have been pain, he moved over toward the source. He found the civilian sitting on a bed, and he looked at her in wonder and concern. The Squire drew closer quietly, though he cleared his throat to announce his presence.
"Are you alright, miss?" He asked dutifully, as any proper knight should. He looked like he had stepped out of a story book, after all. He might as well act like it, too.
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