The Guidance- OLD

[Sabatea]

(( Bwhahahaha's xD ))

"I often am..." Myra murmured, wincing slightly when the wound on her wrist suddenly stung. She glanced at it, rolling her eyes mentally at herself for opening it again.

[BlossomTail]

((hey, I'm at school. On my iPhone c:))

Drake shrugged, eyeing her when she winced. "I just wish they would leave us alone. We don't pester them about their differences.." he mumbled, sighing.

[Sabatea]

(( Lol XD Don't get caught ._. ))

Myra laughed coldly, "They don't care what we think about it. They can do whatever they want to us, and who can help? No one cares because we are different its fine if we're treated like rats. In their sick minds we have no feelings, we are simply another experiment that finds a way to be the most obnoxious." she murmured, sighing softly.

[BlossomTail]

((I won't xD))

"Sad, but true." he murmured softly, sighing. He then rubbed his bad ankle, wincing. "That guy really knows where to shoot.." he murmured.

[Sabatea]

(( ))

Myra pushed herself away from the wall, inspecting his ankle. "Is the bullet out?" she murmured, glancing at him.

[BlossomTail]

((Meep. xD
I have a headache from school.))

"Yeah, Will took it out. ." he mumbled softly, still rubbing his ankle slightly.

[Sabatea]

(( Awww Hope you feel better ))

"Mm...." Myra muttered, still unsure about Will. She pushed aside her feelings, concentrating on the wound. "Without the bullet it should heal fairly quickly if it doesn't get infected, which means you should try not to put much weight on it, though I'm sure you know that already." she murmured, returning to leanng against the wall.

[BlossomTail]

((Thanks. :3))

"I hope it does," he said, letting out a small sigh. "Thanks though." he mumbled, before slowly going to lean against the wall, closing his eyes again.

[Sabatea]

Myra gazed up at the ceiling, eyeing it silently. She subconsciously brushed the hair covering her scarred eye, brushing it back into place.

[BlossomTail]

Drake was beginning to get a headache, and put a hand on the top of his head, sighing quietly.