Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-25582638-20160211130637

She’s teamed up with three foul-mouthed girls with anger management. Well, she was thankful that Platinum didn’t add more fuel to the fire like what Fen did. Nevertheless, the youngest member of the team felt ignored once again.

Just when did the need to make up for the lack of sleep means that she doesn’t want to talk? Cyzarine thought that ‘accidentally’ dozing off in the middle of conversation is offensive. From her observation, most people perceive it as a sign of boredom rather than as a sign of sleep deprivation.

Platinum almost reached Aricia’s beast-mode though. The girl did her best to jot down on her mental notebook to stay out of her leader’s way. Or literally out of the way.

“Tch. Leader my ass. Who the hell is dumb enough to stay with the b*tch who started all this sh*t?” the rebel muttered grudgingly as soon as the duo left.

‘’Who’s sane enough to stay with the three of you altogether?’’, Cyzarine asked, remaining outwardly vacant throughout the built-up tension in the team.

Raizel whipped her crimson hair as she marched towards her luggage and opened it. The other girl sat down and shifted her attention on stroking Kira’s back, which the black cat visibly took delight in it. It settled and purred on its owner’s lap.

“Hey, you.” Raizel called out to Cyzarine. The girl turned her head slightly and responded “yes?” to the rebel.

Cyzarine noticed the older girl holding a gray/red insulated water bottle.

“What’s ‘yer name really?” her tone still sounds high and mighty but the intention seemed to say otherwise. She’s in the process of recovering from the recent pandemonium. Cyzarine is no stranger to such state of mind. Having a hotheaded big sister has its benefits.

“Cyzarine Bluthardt.”

Raizel drank the contents of the bottle.

“Bluthardt? Sounds familiar.”

“......”

“Not gonna tell me about it?”

Cyzarine blinked at the question. “About what?”

“The Bluthardt thing, wimp. God, 'yer a slow poke.” Raizel shook her head and smirked at the same time, quickly noticing how terrible the girl's social skills is.

Looking on the bright, the passive girl isn't shy, only clueless. The rebel has little to no patience dealing with shy people depending on her mood. She isn't going to act all nice like an idiot desperate to show a good impression to others.

On Cyzarine's side, she didn't find any reason to go around and tell people about her family. As if it will change her accursed circumstances.

Raizel drank again and let out an exasperated sigh, her frustration still lingering from what had happened earlier.

“Argh! Screw those sh*tty people and their f*cked up lives. We're going out!”

“Huh?”

“'Ya here me, wimp? We're going out.” Raizel's grin widened. “Ain't gonna wait for those sh*ts to come back here and give us some sermon like a f*ckin' priest.”

Cyzarine cringed inwardly at the rebel's foul mouth. She still haven't understand why people curse even when it's not necessary to do so.

Raizel stood up and took another swig of the-

''Wait..... is that even water to begin with?''

Unless the rebel is addicted to water then that may explain her actions.

To see whether her suspicion is right, Cyzarine subtly sniffed the air. And upon putting some effort on it, the young girl noticed the slight change of odor in the room. A very familiar odor.

“So, wanna deal with them yourself or wanna get away from this hell?” Raizel asked, her devilish smile unwavering.