◘ If Everyone Cared.. ◘ || Semi-Lit || Accepting!

[Ozara]

Ozara

Ozara felt an earthquake of disturbance after letting the shock sink in an clear out, coming back to reality after allowing Cole to lead her to a place to sit. After continuing to have a good amount of pathetic tears flowing, she sniffed hastily and turned her swollen eyes on her feet. She hadn't even realized she wasn't wearing shoes anymore. Just socks that didn't match. One has purple stripes. The other was green and pink dots. She laughed pathetically in no more than a chuckle, then went and tried to kill what felt like vulnerability with a knife by singing, "Aaaawkward.." and following it up with an appropriate sniff. Ozara was horrified to look him in the eyes. She felt her face was.. Indecent. But the last thing she wanted was to let him know that so he could 'reassure her that she's not totally hideous' or something like that. Ozara hated attention. She hated that she was forced into a sob fest. She hated that it was in front of a boy she actually thought would make a good friend. At the moment, she hated everything. And it kind of seemed like everything hated her too. Dramatic, no?

[kreate]

((I won't be on for a while, I'm going on a trip. Please don't go far!))
Andrew looked up, and let a small soft smile light up her pink lips. "Thanks," She said quietly. "And yeah. You can help." Tears stung her eyes. "This is what I had before, things that I couldn't find. They were my dad's I got after he died. I lived by myself after the.." She trailed off, her eyes recalling the horrible accident.

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper stood, distancing himself safely. Andrew was unpredictable when it came to her emotions toward him. He decided that for now, he'd keep his distance but still maintain his friendliness. Or at least what he defined as friendliness. "I don't think everything here could've gotten ruined. I mean.. The sprinklers weren't too crazy at least. But they managed to get through to me.." He smirked, running a quick hand through his still very slightly damp hair. "What can I do to help, I guess?" He asked her as if there were a point, even though he knew there wasn't much for him to assist with. She might just've wanted someone to talk to. If that were the case, then he'd be kind of both the best and worst for that.

[kreate]

Andrew smiled. "Thanks," She repeatred. "You know, you don't have to stand." She patted her bed. Andrew turned to her mess. "That's also true, but I don't think all of it got ruined." She worked with the pencil crayons. Lots were ruined, and at least five were dry and fine, and three were usable. "Can you work on the Pens?" She asked, passing half of the pile towards him. Andrew grimaced as she went throught her book, the drawings smudged and ruined. She salved the one of harper and the horse drawing. Andrew quickly hid the shaded drawing of him, and blushed lightly

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper shrugged and took the case of pens, examining them and all. Fine as ever. They were pens, anyways. [Lol, Is that what she wanted him to do? Just making sure XD] He looked up at her sketch book for half a second as she flipped through it, seeing what might've been the drawing of a guy on one of the pages. But he couldn't get a good look since she snapped it shut in what might've been embarrassment. He went more silent than before, now wondering what she was hiding. If she was hiding anything at all, that is. Looking down at the pens with an inquisitive expression, he decided to bite. "What was that drawing? Some celebrity?" He guessed, most likely off. But he was just studying her with interest in the subject.

[kreate]

Andrew shook her head, and grinned. "Nope. Its so embarrasing. here." She handed him the paper. "I'm not finished, but its horrible. And if you want to call him a celebrity, you can." She grinned, and took the pens. Her markers and the paints back into her bag, which had a hole in the bottom. She needed a new one, but this was her favorite bag. Andrew turned her head to the dyes she had hiding under her desk. They were the dark red, and sunset orange, a yellow, green, Navy blue, and a deep voilet.

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper took the sketch book with a sharply raised brow, eyes shifting from Andrew to the paper. He saw himself. Not entirely completed, but himself. "Whoooaaa... When did all this happen? I don't remember sitting still for 4 hours out in public. Seriously, how'd you do that?" He questioned her with a hint of awe, handing her the sketchbook back after a minute to clean up the pens he'd just scattered.

[kreate]

Andrew raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "If I look at you for an amount of time, I can remember your face. Photographic memory," She said."And of couyrse you don't. I took a photo of you. In here," She added, poking her brain. "My cow eyes aren't so bad, I guess." She said, referrring to her eyes. They were large, and brown, but had a emerald green ring. She always looked down, but now, she looked at Harper. She kind of like himd, but who would like her?

[Ozara]

Harper paused, giving her an 'Are you serious?' kind of glance. "I haven't met someone with photographic memory. I kind of started to doubt they existed. That's pretty awesome." He responded truthfully, half smiling at the ground. "I have a good memory too. But it's also like I have short-term memory loss considering I forgot things that happened just a second ago like that." He joked, assisting his sentence with a snap in sync with 'that'. Crossing his arms and sighing distantly, Harper reflected on a few things as he began to zone off in the short silence.

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||Cole Taylor Gold||
|Male||15||Unsure|

"Not really" His straight answer came as Ozara let out the sing-songy awkward. "You're clearly upset about something, and if me being here makes it awkward then I can leave." Cole was being compleltly serious at the moment. Ozara's sniffles reminded him of when he was younger, sitting in his closet of a room, literally, crying himself to sleep. He'd been upset before and he believed that no matter what it was about everyone could still felt torn up at any magnitude. It still bugged him, not knowing what was causing her such distress, though to ask would probably only make the situation worse. So he sat, close but not invading close, to her, head turned to look at her with the slightest sign of open honesty.

||Viola Rayna Pierce||
|Female||15||Uneasy|

"Well, good" She responded, going silent once again. She didn't know what she should talk about, or if she should even talk. She wasn't the talker, never was, but it didn't appear that Destiny really was either. "Does he always go off in such a rush all the time?" She tried to joke, though realized it was a very lame attempt after the words were already out of her mouth. In a weird manner she stuffed the remaining half of the two fries into her mouth, letting the savory saltiness take her thoughts as she avoided eye contact with Destiny.