Tarragon College

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Quin

Quin flew, higher and higher, riding the warm air thermals upwards until Tarragon was a speck beneath him. He had always pondered the thought of running away. It was easy enough, just the continuous beat of his wings. Only he had something to stay for, he had Sonnet. Now Tarragon was just a meaningless plot of land, it held no calling for him. She didn't want him and he had to respect that. But there was still that dull pain in his chest, like part of him wasn't quite there. He didn't cry for her, he couldn't let himself, he didn't let himself. The wind picked up slightly, carrying along scents of Tarragon that made him wince. He could smell her distress in the air and It pained him. All Quin wanted was to turn back to her, but he couldn't hurt her again.

He didn't know where to go, there was nowhere else left for him. The air grew colder and colder the higher he went, bitting at his wings and numbing his breath. Soon it would grow warmer. Quin thought, soon there would be relief. He'd never flown this high before, there was good reason. But Quin was beyond reason. He soared above the clouds, rasping for air where there clearly was none. He paused, letting his wings skip a beat, gazing down at the world in all it's cruelty. But that was just the thing, there was no world now, not without her, so without hesitation he flew up into the atmosphere.

*fried bird for breakfast!
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quin isn't dead, at least I don't think
mwa ha ha ha ha, i am so evil
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AHHHHH!

Sonnet

She lay there, as silent and as still as a corpse, barely breathing, never moving. The cold bit down hard on her bones and froze them, making them feel weak and brittle. She shivered violently but refused to move from the spot, for reasons she could not fathom. Her mind was blank, devoid of any thought whatsoever. She prefered it that way.
She had lost all hope of ever being able to find him now.

She opened her green eyes for a moment, mewing softly, as a sharp wind pierced her thin layer of fur with ease.

Maybe she could wait for him, pray that he would see her from the top of the wall? Unlikely. But, it was her only chance.

She got to her feet, slowly and stiffly, gazing up the grim walls with a sigh. She warmed up her spindly legs by trotting on the spot for a few moments, then crouching low to the ground, her chin touching the ground for a few moments. Then, she sprung into the air like a March hare, throwing her claws up as high as she could, catching on the wall's rough surface. She began to claw her way up, her arms screaming with the strain to pull herself up. But she kept going, and soon her paw came into contact with the top of the wall.

She pulled herself up panting, nearly being blown over backwards by the harsh wind.
And thus began her long wait. Every so often she would yowl, loud enough to send birds screeching from trees.

But probably not loud enough for Quin to hear her.
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Quin

Suddenly the air grew dense and the breath fell from Quin's lips. He couldn't breath, thick gases curling inside his stomach and choking him from the inside out. The wings that were beating so fast fell limp by his side and he hurtled back towards earth.
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*ok, since no one else is replying i will do another one because i am a loner like that :)

Quin

When he finally awoke he was on the forest floor. Leaves rustled uncomfortably underneath him as he shifted, letting out a small cry as he moved his broken arm. He almost felt like laughing, he couldn't even succeed at dying, that seemed to much to ask of himself. He picked himself of the floor looked around, disappointed, he was still in Tarragon. He turned to the side, every intention in flying over the wall once he'd healed. Only he didn't, he couldn't, because right in front of him, was Sonnet.

*come on, you know ya want to reply
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Lol okay xD Maybe you could PM the others and get them to move their rear ends here and get posting? :P lol.

Sonnet

She skidded to a halt breathlessly, gasping in shock as Quin lay crumpled on the forest floor. She had spied his downwards spiral from the skies and ran as fast as she could muster, but she was too late.
She clenched her jaw tight at the sight of his arm, which was twisted into a disgustingly impossible looking position. Silently, she dropped her her knees on the forest floor.
"Quin..." she murmured with a sigh, her green eyes dropping to his arm again. She knew there was no point getting him to the nurse, he would be healed in minutes. But that arm had to be straightened before it set in the wrong position.
She shoved thoughts of their previous argument away, focusing instead on his injury. He studied her silently for a few moments cringing in pain as she carefully tried to set his arm out straight, while she cried, "Sorry!" everytime he winced.
With a click, his arm set again. He sat up, flexing and turning it silently while she watched, opening and shutting her mouth, trying to get the words out.
"Sorry," she simply muttered again with a sniff. "Not just for your arm.... for everything. I don't want to fight with you over..." She paused, looking into his grey eyes. "...Over nothing."
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Quin

Quin stared at her, in more disbelief than relief. She was mad, they were arguing, it didn't make sense.
"I love you" he blurted out.
It was totally the wrong time, the wrong place but it didn't seem to matter any more. She flung herself in his arms, nearly knocking him to the ground in the process.
"I know I know" she whispered, holding him tight.
He moved his arms around her but secretly once they were incased in an embrace he looked away, thinking of the terrible things he had just done.

*gonna pm white tiger, he seems into story books and stuff
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Aw *squees* Anyway, you shoud PM Face Engine and Chinchilla too, they're into storybooks too :P
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He? I resent that! I am, in fact, a girl! I'll get to posting soon. (: I'm not supposed to be on right now, but I will tonight. Anyone feel free to bring me in.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!

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soz, woops! wasn't rly thinking bout that when writing
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*Wow sorry guys I didn't know this was still going*

Lee~

I hugged my jacket closer to me as me and Iclissa walked around the school. "It's really cold." I noted as I looked up at the stars.

"Yeah, but at least it's not that bad compared to outside the wall." she chuckled.

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"Well the walls block some of the wind and stuff like that." she replied happily.

"O I guess that makes sense." I laughed loudly.

That's when I noticed a girl playing with a flower, she was wearing a prom dress with combat boots. . .strange.

"Um. . .are we intrupting something?" I asked feeling a bit akward.

"No. . .need something?" she asked while not even looking at us.

"Nope, just walking around. You want to join us?" I asked being polite.

(Sorry can't think of anything)
"Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?"-Finnick (Catching Fire)

"We may be friends and all, but if were being chased by crazy flesh eating zombies. I won't lie. . .I'll trip you."~ Me after watching the hills have eyes.




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Thanks!

Ashlyn

Just being polite? Alright, well if she insisted.

"Sure," I said, tucking the flower in my hair. What a sight I must have been.

"Don't I know you?" I asked. She looked familar.

"I don't think so," the girl said. "I think I would have remembered you." I laughed.

"Touche. I'm Ashlyn by the way," I said.

"Lee," she replied.

"You haven't seen Quin or Sonnet lately have you?" I asked. I had seen them earlier bt it was like they had...vanished.

"Can't say that I have. They probably just left early. And with a prom like this, I don't blame them," Iclissa responded.

"Agreed. Though I wouldn't say that too loudly. Let the wrong person hear you and they might just freak out on you. I spilled a little puch on one girl and I swear if her power would have been controling fire I would probably only be a little pile of ashes," I smiled.

"That bad?" Lee asked.

"Worse," I looked up. "Beautiful night, eh? Sometimes I think the night is ten times better than the day. Though not many people share my opinons. Not like I'm not used to that."

I waited for her response.

**Yeah, lame, I now. Not really sure what else to post.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!

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Lee~

I smirked at Ashleyn's comment.

"That's one of the truest things I've heard all day." I grin wider, as Iclisa nodded in agrement. "Mostly cuase it's so peaceful and feels almost perfect." I continued as I walked on. "I think Victor would also agree."

"The guy who can increase and decrease your power?" she asked.

"Yeah! He's pretty nice, and he seems kind of out there." I contiued while otioning with my hands.

"What are you talking about now Lee?" Isclisa asked.

"Well he seemed a bit nervouse when we were talking." I muttered. "Or maybe I just make people nervouse."
"Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?"-Finnick (Catching Fire)

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* there will be a prom? okay...


Iclisa


"You have a date, Lee?" I said as i walked wearing a black dress with a bonnet in a replacement of my green cap.

Her face turned red. "Welll...you can call it a date if you want? Yeah i might have one."

"Excues me what is your name?" AShylyn looked at me.

"Iclisa..." i said a bit shyly as i paused.

"So Iclisa...do you have a date tonight...?" she ask and i can see Lee smirk. My face turned red.

"I...I...don't know...i ...thought...it was just ...a...normal party..." i said trying to talk properly.

"Then you are in the wrong school then, beside...you may attract someon ewith that dres of yours?" Ashylyn said and i heard Lee giggle. My face turned red and for that time, i was about to go back to my room and stay there. I could have do it if they did not surrounded me. They spoke a little as we walked to the hall.




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*I thought this was dead. Some one bring Mikael in? Please :)*
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