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Cynthia:-startled- What was that?!? -points to the fake Drake-
Cynthia:-backs away- What the fuck! In the name of davy jones...
Cynthia:-snaps out of it- Drake! Your skin! Look at it!
Cynthia:-gently- Drake put down the gun.
Cynthia:-doesn't flinch- Wow that hurt... A child could do worse. -turns around with a toss of her hair.
Cynthia:-stands up and walks over to Drake- Stop growling like a dog
(cynthia's on a rock at the edge of camp) Cynthia:-Mutters- Drake you dumb ass stop shooting at me.
Cynthia:-doesn't flinch-
(he wouldn't shoot I already made deals with him.-
Cynthia:-doesn't give a shit-
Cynthia: I don't give a fuck.
Cynthia:-Lost in thought- Nice -she murmurs.-
Cynthia:-ignores Drake and thinks-
Cynthia:-sighs and gets up and walks over to a rock. Sit's alone-
Raven:-shrugs-
Raven:-nods-
Raven: God... I'm glad they don't know bout me -she thinks-
I read this aaaaamazzzzzing date
Cynthia:-Sighs and finger her key necklace that looks like this. [img]
Raven:-sighs doesn't say anything-