Sam kicked open her door, slamming it closed and punching the wall beside it. "Dammit!" She screamed, removing her hand. The wall bore dents, hardly visible in the crimson red paint. She hissed angrily through her teeth and grabbed her MP3 player, sitting down on the bed. She scurried to the corner and pulled her knees to her chest, putting the headphones on and closing her eyes, trying to calm down.
Sam opened the door, searing with anger that she'd held in all day. Her purple hair covered her eyes as she stared up at Tex, keeping her head low. "What?" She growled, unable to push the anger away.
"U-uh," he studdered. Sam clicked her tongue and glared at him.
"If you just came up here to figure out what happened to Naomi you won't get the information from me," she hissed, slamming the door in his face.
Tex once asked that question to a girlfriend of his...the girlfriend later hanged him by his feet and poured feathers all over him...so this might not turn well.
A person's heart is like a painting.
Because it's fragile, yet it bring's the greatest emotions to you.
Sam cracked the door open slightly. "Multiple reasons. One, I don't like talking about my sister, nor do I like thinking about her. Two, I don't deal well with anger...especially when it was my sister's emotion. Three, I've been holding in my anger all day and I have to let it all go in one way other than putting it on humans," she opened the door wider. "Anymore questions?"
She cocked an eyebrow, waiting for more questions.
" No..." Sam then began to close the door. But Tex putted his foot into the door.
" But just simply a statment."
Sam groaned. Tex then said,
" Keeping in all that anger will make you feel alone, scared...even happy.
But one guy let all the hate he felt against the world rot in him...and he is now a burning soul in the underworld."
Sam looked at Tex." So what?"
" So? It's your job to give it to the humans. if there was no anger...then there would be no stopping the children who rob banks and no one to get angry and catch them?"
Sam seemed to like her shoes, as she kept looking at the ground." And keeping all of that in...that's not how Naiomi did it."
Tex left the hallway and went down the stairs and sat on the couch.
* tired....sleepy...goodnight*
A person's heart is like a painting.
Because it's fragile, yet it bring's the greatest emotions to you.
Sam slammed the door again and again, over and over. "That's not how Naomi did it," she mocked the Emotion as she slammed it one last time and walked to her bed, falling face first onto it. She rolled over and stared at the ceiling. "That's not how Naomi did it," she whispered again, drifting into sleep.
Tex sat down and looked at the ceiling. He could almost taste the emotions circle the room...strange that he is the only one who can't control any emotions.
A person's heart is like a painting.
Because it's fragile, yet it bring's the greatest emotions to you.
Tex sat down and looked at the ceiling. He could almost taste the emotions circle the room...strange that he is the only one who can't control any emotions.
A person's heart is like a painting.
Because it's fragile, yet it bring's the greatest emotions to you.
She glared at her brother Orpheus, a playful smile on his face. A door was being slammed again and again and again. After a few minutes the noise finally died down.
Sam... thought Giovanna with a sigh.
She pulled away from Hart and walked towards Sam's room. Anger was exploding from the room infront of her, but it was slowly dwindling down. Giovanna countered the anger with her fear as she knocked on the door.
"Sam?"
*I'll do Orpheus' post later*
Our happiness here is all vain glory,
This false world is but transitory,
The flesh is weak, the Fiend is slee
Timor mortis conturbat me.
--William Dunbar
Sirith headed for his room, if everyone was dispersing anyway he was glad to be alone. He slammed the door behind him, why did he have to live with these morons?! He sent out a vague rage to some humans, keeping most for himself. The rage was better than reality, it was a relief.
He launched himself onto his bed and punched the pillow, grabbing his iPod and turning it up as loud as it went. Riot by Three Days Grace screamed in his ears.
**Haha, that's funny Cat. I'm listening to that right now!**
Sam~
Sam jerked the headphones out of her ears as a knock on the door roused her frome her half sleep. She staggered to the door, opening it to reveal Giovanna. She smiled lightly, right away feeling bad for how she'd acted. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired and irratable and all kind of things." Sam smiled and leaned against the door frame.
"It's okay," Giovanna replied, and Sam smiled, "You'll get the hang of it," she turned and walked back down the stairs. Sam sighed and shut her door. She punched the wall multiple times, not realizing someone was on the other side. She pulled a chair up to the laptop that sat in her room and bagan typing as an angry knock eurupted from her door. (Sirith, angry cause of her racket )
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