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

[Ozara]

Ozara

Ozara shook her head, resisting the dire urge to take in a shaky breath in order to better relax herself. She was tied up in knots, hair still wet slightly from the prank the two carried out earlier. "If I didn't want you to be here, then trust me. I wouldn't have let you in to begin with." She explained truthfully, though she still felt a very compelling want to turn away from him and just continue to cry. But the strength that had built up in her over a long period of time came into place, preventing any more tears to flow. "I'm OK. It's just.. You know. Being here.. It's clear everyone has their tragic tales. And it catches up to them sooner or later." She admitted this in genuine truth as well, but still used it as a deflection guard so that she wouldn't be put in a position to explain everything. Ozara's distant mind longed for her to trust another human being. And the less distant portion was set on Cole being the most suitable decision. But still, there was something lingering; something begging her to wait a little while longer. It was too soon.

[kreate]

andrew grinned. "well, it does!" she replied teasingly. She slid her book towards him. "I never let anyone see, but here," she added quietly, handing Harper the book. She grinned, and loked down, afraid of his reaction. Haprer wasn't so bad, but could be a jerk at times. He was good looking, so why did he feel so compelling? her eyes were the color of cow eyes, as big as them, her hair was three colors, and she considered herself ugly.

Andrew did have some confidence issues when her parents were alive. Being scarred from specific things made her quiet and unconfident, and because of the bullying.

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

[list]"I'll agree with you on that." Cole replied, a long breath of air running from his mouth as his mind caught a flash of his past. Shake yourself out of it, have to be strong, because if you get depressed it'll only make the situation worse. That's what he came up with to detour him from his own past. A silence hung in the air for a whole minute as he just sat there, next to Ozara's shaken figure. "You know," He started "If i had to guess what was upsetting you, i'd say it was yourself just being in pure shock from that awesome prank we pulled." That was him, making stupid joke like assupmtions to try and lighten the mood, even just the slightest.[list]

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper took the book, looking down at it with his typically raised brow. "Are you sure you want me to?" He questioned her, even though he knew it wasn't necessary. People's personal things were personal. And though Harper wasn't even close to the type of guy to reveal other people's stuff to someone else who needed to mind their own business, he still wanted to be sure she was completely confident in allowing him to look it over. He was staring down at it, eyes already scanning the cover with a certain interest.

Ozara

Ozara allowed what Cole said to process, remaining in beaten down silence before his words hit her. Then what might've been identified as a sob, but was actually a weird laugh, came out of her in a blink. She started cracking up, unable to control her laughter to the point of her falling backwards on her bed in hysteria. After wiping tears clear of her face, she sat up, shook her head, and sort of rubbed her now sore core with her left hand. "Now that was funny. I needed that, seriously dude." She smiled at her feet, taking in a huge breath and releasing it after she was sure she was OK. "Thanks." Ozara, to be honest, despised saying that. But she was defeated. The moment called for gratitude. "I'm starving. Laughter like that takes a lot out of someone. Lunch?" She offered the question, though feeling unable to meet his eye with the last lingerance of her insecurity.

[kreate]

Andrew looked over at things. checking her mind for a negative answer. "I don't see why not" She replied, thinking that's all she could do. She watched his face stir into interest. "if you want. Have any questions, I will be drawing on my wall." She stood up, and headed to her blank white wall, serving as a canvas for her creative side. She grabbed her pallete with her mixed colours and began to paint

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper skimmed his eyes over the first couple pages, observing them each with an open mind. He came across the sketch of him and chuckled through his nose a little bit, switching pages after a moment. What she'd just said a moment ago registered in his mind, stare shifting toward the wall she'd approached. He noticed the drawings earlier, but for some reason they didn't process. Wish I had a sketch wall.. Pfft. Even though Harper knew he probably wouldn't do much with it, he wished that in a 'In The Moment' kind of way. "This is cool." He nodded, shutting the book slowly after looking over every picture. His stomach growled; loud. He got to finish practically none of his food earlier. "Well, as you might've just heard, I'm starved." Harper got to his feet, but didn't leave until receiving some kind of response. That'd be rude, don't you think?

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

Cole listened as the strange noise that could later be identified as laughter bubbled up from her throat. He allowed himself to join in for the briefest of moments before all that was left as a normal smile shown on closed lips. "Anytime, anytime" He joked in response to her appreication towards him. "Lunch sounds good, better get going before everything good's gone, though" He heaved himself up and offered her a hand, though he almost knew that she wouldn't take it. Maybe he was still just a little concerned, and he felt that she was a bit fragile at the moment, so that's why he offered the 'gentlemenly' hand.

[Ozara]

Ozara nodded, sitting up in her bed after realizing how many people they probably scared into the lunch room after their prank. That was when she noticed the hand extended toward her. She felt odd. That doesn't only happen in the movies? People actually do that? She took his hand after a moment of dumbfounded blank staring, but loosened up the kind gesture by doing the following: Pulling out a piece of gum, removing the wrapper, then tossing the wrapper into his shirt, Ozara made her way toward the door with a grin. "Yoooou're welcome." She mumbled jokingly, opening it and stepping outside.

[kreate]

Andrew nodded. "Could me and my Brother Tag along?" She asked, placing her Pallete down. She was in the middle of painting herself painting, like a photo, complete with the bed and HArper looking down at her sketch book. If she didn't like it, she can always paint over it. After all, she did that with them. They were her nightmares when she first came here, Crazed, insane, and scared. She was still scarred from her Parents murder that she was 'forced' into drawing them. They were men with crazy legs, and from the deepest pit inside her large imagination. Men with animal bodies, and women with for sets of teeth, she had stopped after two years.

[Ozara]

Harper

Harper shrugged as if it were nothing, then froze up. "I didn't know you had a brother. What's his name?" He asked her curiously, feeling weary it might be someone he fought with at a point. He tended to have the bad habit of instigating fights with other guys when he was in a less than good mood. Maybe Andrew brought him up before.. He couldn't recall. The day was fuzzy. It was funny, considering it'd only been one day and he'd met all these new people. [Well, more like girls. But that didn't register as anything in his mind.] "Anywho.. Let's go then." He started toward the door, eager to eat ASAP.