Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20141010105732/@comment-24304510-20141202195849

As Las spoke for the first time, Argent looked down to the flowerbed, studying the hydrangeas. It had been a tough time for them this year, compounded by the antics of a certain Beacon student who loved to drill holes in the ground. A small smile crept across the silver-haired girl's face. If someone was enjoying her work, she was happy.

When addressed, Argent raised her head.

"My name is...it's..."

As the green-haired girl's gaze settled on her, Argent's breath hitched. Cloudy green eyes greeted her, their thousand-yard stare seeming to pierce right through her. It was ten times worse than any other pair of eyes that she had ever seen. Her stomach churned, her knees buckled. She tried to speak, to tell the girl about her phobia, but her throat felt like sandpaper.

Argent awkwardly spun on her heel, facing away from Las. She held her stomach carefully, hoping that her lunch stayed right where it was.