Day Three

Fingertips met the flesh of her hip first before the warmth of his palm spread up, underneath the fabric of her white ribbed tanktop. She felt his breath upon her neck and she smiled with her eyes closed while the cool air brushed against her exposed torso. His hands felt good... comforting... familiar... enticing. And she felt his lips against her shoulder and she raised her hand up to the back of his head, pressing her hips back against him while slipping her fingers through his long dark hair when suddenly..

Flashes of images.

A decorated box holding a charred black heart...

a black throne-like chair with lions heads on each arm...

a large black wolf that ran off and seemed to shift into a human shadow before vanishing...

"Isa! Breakfast is ready!" A woman's voice rang out in her head and she blinked, looking around. There was no one in the bed with her. Who was that..? Who was calling her...? Isa was no longer wearing the white tanktop and pajama pants but she wore a black Star Wars t-shirt and pink pj shorts. She slid her feet into some Jack Skellington slippers and rushed down the steps only to have the house turn into a.. bar? There were familiar faces in the bar.. but Isa couldn't name any of them. She just felt.. at home.. in this strange place..

But all of that vanished as the school alarm sounded off, waking all students so they could rise and ready themselves for another day. Isa lay there with her eyes wide open for a moment as she collected her thoughts. Names.. people.. places.. they whirred in her brain and grew fuzzy quickly before they were lost again. She blinked a few times and looked over to Warpaint's side of the cabin. Still not there. Guess it was an overnight field trip? Or maybe she had already gotten up for breakfast. The other teen girl was sometimes up earlier than everyone else. With a sigh, Isa laid her head back against the pillow again and stared upward.. "Who was that.." but even as she lay there, even before the sentence was finished she was beginning to forget her dream.

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Half the day went by pretty quickly.

Breakfast as usual. Classes as usual, though Isa did notice there were other kids that hadn't come back from the field trip either, but no one else seemed to notice or care so she didn't worry about it. Lunchtime came and went and the only thing anyone wanted to talk about was the upcoming New Years Eve party. Isa recalled some of the NYE parties of her past.. some sweet and innocent with her family... some not so innocent with her friends.

"They're opening up the rec center which is usually closed during the school year and it's gonna be all decorated and Blast is gonna do fireworks!" Scepter rambled on about it to the other kids until the subject changed to New Year kisses and dates. Isa hadn't set her eyes on anyone there. She was so preoccupied with simply getting used to being there she hadn't taken any time to even look at the guys her age aside from the initial meeting. Of course that didn't change the fact that Isa was the new girl. The shiny new girl. And she suddenly felt eyes on her as the group talked about prospective dates. It caused her to smirk a bit. Hey maybe this party will be fun even if its a school thing..

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Later that evening Isa returned to her cabin for lights out. When she stepped inside, Warpaint was putting her things away. "Hey! How was your fiield trip?" She plopped down on her bed, back in those all white PJs. Isa grasped a pillow and pulled it onto her lap, watching as her new friend kept her back to her.

"It was fine."

"....Where'd you go?"

"Out."

"......oookaaay..." Isa quirked a brow, "No need to get all snarky, I was just curi...whoaaa what the fuck happened to you?!" When Warpaint finally turned around Isa saw the cuts and bruises all over her face. She wasn't concerned for the girl but her curiosity had risen through the roof! "Who did you piss off?" She laughed some.

Warpaint rolled her eyes. "I'm fine. And trust me you don't wanna know. Just go to bed, kid. I'm fine. I'm just tired," explaining as she walked around the room and checked her paintings. "...Somebody touched my shit. Who touched my shit?!" She turned and glared at Isa.

"Shit all I did was look at them I didn't actually touch anything!" Isa put her hands up. Truly she hadn't!

Warpaint glared at her, fuming... but seemed to calm down almost immediately. "Sorry... I just.. I'm really tired." And with that she walked over and flopped onto her bed face first.. giving a muffled "ow..."