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The second Randy placed her on the bed, she immediately felt more comfortable. Her body relaxed, and her mind wandered to happier places. Now that her mind was calm, and the pain had some what subsided, she could hear his voice a lot better. Whether that was a good or bad thing she wasn't quite sure. Oh wait, take that back. Slowly opening her eyes she turned her head sideways looking into his face with disbelief. Randy, in her bed? No way. Ha. She must be dreaming or something, but then when she inhaled she was sure it was him.

Her eye brown twitched as a hand shot forward whacking him in the forehead. " Idiot. " She mumbled, taking slow breaths. He should know better than to just sit there and mindlessly talk to her. Like she was any kind of condition to tell him anything. Lifting her arm she pointed towards her dresser where a small box was sitting. Inside the box was many small bottles filled with shining red liquid. To make herself clear once again, she pointed towards the box to express her urgent need for the small bottles.

(( *shoots self* oh well.. xD ))

Snatching the bottle rudely away from him she quickly chugged down the red glowing liquid. It burned as it slipped down her throat, but the pain that caused her to wince a bit soon brought about relief to her entire body. Lying back down with a long drawn out sign, she reached her hand high above her face. Very carefully she looked at where her black blood had burned her hand. A small smirk spread across her face, and her normal sweet nature disappeared for the time being. " As..thanks..I suppose I should tell you something...." Strangely, the soft voice that came with her naturally shy personality was still there. It made her grim words a slight lift, making it appear as if she was apathetic about the whole thing.

" I'm dying. " It was a flat monotone, lacking in sadness and any emotion at all. " Its a disease I was born with, something I can't really help...Because of a reaction in my blood, its poisonous and can prove to be lethal.." Rolling the small bottle in her hand she sighed. How ironic the whole situation was. " Those few bottles you see left in that box...Is my current lifespan..." It normally took about a week and a half before symptoms started popping up violently, and every time they did she would have to take one. " Seems...I have about four months left.."

She smiled at him sweetly, not fearing death at all. " Do you understand..now...?" She stared at him with firm intensity, trying to get him to full realize her feelings just with one look. Because of her impending death, she didn't wish to burden other people with her existence. The feelings that came with emotional bonds with other people, were a heavy thing to carry around. Especially when you knew in the back of your mind that you would soon be leaving them behind.

Grey sad there like a stupid lump on a log, her mouth completely open in shock. He did not just kiss her?! Did he?! It took a few minutes for the shock to finally settle in, and when it did..Oh boy. Her face went bright red, and something like anger flooded her face. Clutching the pillow beside her hard, she snatched it up and chucked it hard at his face. " Pervert." She scooted far away from him, and switched completely to the other side of the bed. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she kept her back facing him the entire time and didn't once look back.

With her arms crossed hard over her chest, her eyes wandered everywhere they possibly could to avoid looking at Randy. What is his problem... I don't even know him and he went and did something weird like that. What a jerk... Quietly she cursed him over and over in her mind until she thought her mind was going to explode. So he thought he understood her, but there was so many things she hadn't said..A lot of things were currently unexplained, and he thought he could read her like a book. He was dead wrong. He made it sound so easy, like just by saying those things it was going to get better. Wrong, wrong, wrong...

Several times she had heard the same story and words replayed over and over from other people who thought they cared about her. Oh well, he had gotten her to speak to him..Not something easily accomplished in one day. Maybe some casual conversation would do her some good, but she wouldn't let herself get emotionally attached to him. That was for sure.

Oh the arrogance! Grabbing another nearby pillow, she shoved it right in his face not even bothering to push him off her lap. With a small smirk she rested her arms on the pillow, trying to smother out his voice if that was even possible. He was so loud, it was giving her a headache. Though she couldn't help but feel somewhat sorry for the stupid mut. He was probably too annoying for anyone to remotely stand, and didn't have any friends because of this. Then again..That girl was stalking him during lunch? Sighing softly, she still kept firm pressure on the pillow.

"I don't have one." Her voice was quiet, and there was no hate or attitude shown behind her words. It seemed she was being quite serious, she wasn't just hiding things from him. " I'm giving you a chance dog-boy, or I wouldn't even be talking to you. Now that you know..I suppose I can't get ride of you." Removing the pillow from his face, she stared down into his eyes intently. A sly smile spread across her face as she leaned in close to his face, letting her long soft hair tickle his face. There she stayed for several long seconds until she whispered something just under her breath. " Who would have thought...A dog having a guardian angel.."

Pulling away from his face, she lifted his head from her lap, and then moved out of place very quickly. Leaving his head to fall suddenly against the bed.

Grey kept a straight face, and chose to tune out what he had said. Her mind was wandering in places it really shouldn't, but she was glad it did or she would have seriously tried to hurt Randy. Usually she was the sweet, well mannered girl that she naturally was, but when it came to this topic everything tended to change. Perhaps, it was the Black Blood acting up again? Mostly likely..

Walking over to her dresser, she pushed play on a small black CD player, and smiled with satisfaction when her favorite song began to play. Clair de lune by Debussy..Oh how she loved this song. Oh how she missed it so. Reaching out to stroke the top of the CD player, she took a moment to r reminisce about her past. Something she rarely did because it was so painful. Though when his face wouldn't appear when she traced back the origin of the music, an emotional jerk happened deep inside her heart. For a second she thought she might cry, but she did not tear up and nothing came. What was his name? Why couldn't she remember his name?

Closing her eyes and listening to soft tune echo around the room, she turned towards Randy with a melancholic expression on her face. Maybe she didn't have to like him, but he could be of some use to her. No matter how wrong it sounded at the time, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea for him to somewhat 'lower her peacefully' into her grave. " I have three goals.." She paused, walking back over to him, and looking him in the face. " Three wishes you might say...Before I pass on...I'm not going to tell them to you, but I suppose you'll know sooner or later..I wonder if you're capable of helping me with them..?"

Laughing doubtfully, she shook her head. I doubt it..Worth a try I suppose..

Grey rolled her eyes, sitting back down on her bed comfortably. "Whatever..." Plopping back against the bed, she threw her arms high over her head to stretch her muscles. "Anyway, I'm really tired. I'd appreciate it if you left me to myself so I can res." Honestly she didn't mean to make it seem like she was running him off, but really she was very exhausted from her little episode. She didn't even have enough energy to run back and get her things from the library. Guess they would just have to stay there until tomorrow. Mary would keep a good eye on her belongings she was sure. Perhaps she could have Randy fetch them? No, she didn't even have enough energy to ask him that.

Shutting her eyes, and them opening them briefly she glanced side ways at Randy. " Thanks for your help anyway.." Her voice did not imply kindness of any kind. Hopefully the poor guy wouldn't be too bored. Who knew, maybe he would meet some knew friends that could tolerate him better than she could.

(( Yay laziness! ))

~Brenden

~Johnson~








Brenden was exhausted after the long bus ride to get to the school. His large frame was cramped in between a very...large...man and his equally large wife, who seemed a bit too friendly with the Shape shifting teen. Finally being able to stretch his long limbs after a long ride was pure bliss. He started toward the academy, carrying two large bags filled with his belongings. His stomach knotted itself on account of Brenden's nervousness. It was a high school, which meant homophobic jocks and idiot cheerleaders, both of who would hate the boy. The only difference between this school and others was that it held students with unique abilities, quite possibly ones that would be dangerous if angered. But the werebear could dish out more than his fair share of suffering. There wasn't anything to be worried about...right?

As he approached the Dorms, the knot in his stomach wrenched itself tighter, and Brenden could feel his palms accumulating sweat. He hoped to high heaven that his dorm would be empty. Nothing like an awkward first meeting. Brenden watched the doors, until he found one with his name on it. He would have touched the knob lightly, remembering what would happen if he gripped it normally. It would bend and compress like tin foil, and he would get detention for destruction of school property. But there was no doorknob, just a doorway, and inside the doorway was the door, ripped off it's hinges. He stepped through the entryway, keeping alert for some form of monster or ghoulie that was going to jump out and grab him, and Brenden as surprised to find that he wasn't alone, but another person was in the room. She was laying down on the bed, either asleep or pretty darn close. He tip-toed into the room, setting his things down in a large and empty part of the room.

Brenden pulled his jacket and set it on one of his bags and let the air cool off his large biceps, which filled the cuffs of his short sleeve shirt. He cast a quick glace over at the girl who must have been his roommate. Then he turned to his bag, and unzipped them, trying his best to be silent.