(I am feeling inspired today! Lets get this party started with four character posts
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"Of course." Cyra answered with ease, an ease that didn't reassure Ioan like she had hoped. "What were you doing today between 2 and 3?" He questioned her gently. Cyra looked up in thought, not trying to figure out what she was doing at that time, but remembering what Indigo said she was doing then. "I was here, in my room. Indigo was helping me work through the problems I've been having in math." She carefully overlooked his features, trying to decipher whether he believed the lie or not. "Thank you, Cyra," He said after some silence. Ioan sighed sortly, not hearing what he expected to, but it was obvious he believed her word. "That's all I needed to know."
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Ioan stood, hesitant to leave. He was convinced she wouldn't lie to him, yet he felt that Cyra knew something he didn't. He wondered what questions to ask for her to give him the information. Cyra had always been open to talk with, eager to help in whatever way she could, but since her attack she been moody and closed off. This was the first time he'd since a glimpse of her easy-going character. Ioan stooped at the door to pick up a white envelope that laid there. He opened the seal with a powerful sense of curiosity of the letter inside. He only registered a few random written words when Cyra pulled it from his hand. "Um, that's a letter.. from my boyfriend. We're very close, if you understand what I mean." Cyra explained with a furious blush. Ioan suddenly felt a little foolish. If they were really as close as she said he definitely not want to see what things were written about her in that letter. "Of course." He said abruptly as he waved her goodbye and slipped out into the hall.
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Amaryllis' breathing faltered with waves of pain. She lowered herself and waited for the pain to be replaced with the refreshing feeling of strength that she was beginning to know. The moist air filled her lungs and she breathed deeply as the water absorbed into her skin and purified her physical form. She felt reborn. No words described the pure joy experienced deep in her inner being. This was what she always wanted; to feel strong and capable like everyone else. Even if it wasn't permanent.
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Aralyn disagreed with her actions to the point of feeling sick deep in the pit of her stomach. They worked together once, they weren't even friends, and, yet, when she heard of Leverett's fall she felt a twinge of unfamiliar emotion, one powerful enough to overcome her instincts. She hesitated in front of the lab door. She ignored the whisperings that told her to leave and braved a quiet knock. No answer. A challenged sigh and she tried again, this time a succession of audible knocks.
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