irock14363 wrote:BlackRose
She sighed realizing she was pretty much alone, she slowly stood up and left the cafeteria not heading anywhere specific just walking randomly around outside
((Actually, Lily was still there, supposedly. At least, she hasn't been written off scene since she sat down with us. And I don't know why Violet left without talking to either of you.))
Zenyatta wrote:((Wait a minute, where did you go? I thought we were still in the cafeteria?))
((Don't know if "you" means Calvin, but, did you read back? Because if you had, you would realize what happened. Only Melody, and then Calvin, left the cafeteria. You could still have written Violet in the cafeteria; Lily and Blackrose were still there with you. I think Blackrose has her feelings hurt now.

JK ))
Zenyatta wrote:((ok Violet is in her room now cause no one answered))
((Sorry. I leave myself logged in lots of times, when I have stepped away for a bit, so I wasn't ignoring you on purpose. I just wasn't there or I was trading.))
Love_Me. wrote:(why doesn't Zia come out? Cuz she is stricken with grief. Would you just suddenly pop up and decide to take a stroll outside? NO!

)
((No. I would write my character out of her grief, and out of her room. But not like it happened within minutes.))
Calvin walked around outside, not really going anywhere. He hadn't found Melody, and frankly, he was almost relieved. He was going to have to stop being everyone's therapist because between all these crying jags and mood swings even HE wanted to find a corner and sit down and have a good cry now.
All these girls act like they're the only ones with problems, and they aren't. What about MY problems and MY pain! Calvin bemoaned.
And I don't care about watching a stupid chick flick either! he groused, like a six-year-old.
He slumped down against the back of a building on the edge of the campus, hoping no one would come looking for him. He wanted to be alone, where his mind could be quiet for a change. It was still difficult for him to keep out people's emotions, especially when they were intense, or there were a lot of people around him. At times like that, and especially when his own mind was in turmoil and could find no inner peace of its own, it sounded like he was standing two feet away from a freight train roaring past him at 95 miles an hour; and he felt it too, felt all their pain and all their joy and all their anger, it wasn't just that he saw it. And for that to go on and on, for hours at a time... it was like hell. They didn't know, of course, and he would never tell them, because he wouldn't want them to feel like they couldn't be themselves around him... but it was rough sometimes, really rough.
And they wonder why I'm always trying to keep them happy.