Milla ran after him.
Milla: Evita! Sasha, that's the girl's.. nevermind. Evita! What's wrong?
sasha backing off was thinking*yeeeeeew, i need to get out of here.
"BLEHHHHHHHHHH!! OMG IS THAT A LUNG?!?!?!"
Milla walked into the bathroom.
"Evita, are you alright? What happened to your arm?!"
Evita stopped puking, and flushed the toilet. "I..I.. scratched myself on the door."
Milla looked at her and grabbed her arm. She started dabbing it with toilet paper.
Milla: We need to get this fixed up.
"Who said you could touch me? I didn't." Eva pulled her arm away from Milla.
sasha: i guess i should be getting out of the girls' bathroom.
"You do that. I guess I'm steppin' out too." Said Evita as she tried to sneak past Sasha out of there.
sasha:umm........i need a smoke; and he left milla a lone in the bathroom.
"Likewise. All this arterie losing makes me irritable." Evita followed Sasha wanting to talk to him. "Sasha!"
sasha, hearing eva, turned invisible.
Milla's eye started twitching. Then she started frowning. Until, she was seething. Milla marched out of the bathroom passing Evita and Sasha.
"Well, you know what! Screw you! Screw Both of You!."
Milla stalked off somewhere.
"What's her problem? Sasha I gotta tell you somthing."
sasha thinking *crap, i turn invisible and everyone still sees me*saying: man, i will hear no end to this.
"Was it me that made Milla cry? Cause, I didn't scratch myself on the door." She showed Sasha the bloody razor in her hand. "I picked up the habit at rehab."
sasha grabbing the razor blade cut himself by accident. blood started to drip down his gloves.
"It stops hurting after you've been doing it for a while."
sasha; i didn't do it on purpose. i don't want to see you cutting yourself at all.
"I've been meaning to stop. I know it's bad, but....I don't know. I can't stop."
sasha: just don't do it. work on something else like marksmanship.
" I don't know, It's just the teen years. puberty, and the wwhole thing with the psychic operations..opps."
sasha: just work on something. more blood drips down his glove.
(you're not goin' on the whole "Oops" thing. I have a brilliant twist thingy.)
sasha: what was the opps?
"Well, back when I was younger... I was sent to a clinic like I said earlier. and their was a doctor their, I had deadly allergies and he said he could help me. He poked me, proaded me, injected me, operated on me, until I was made to be the ultiamte psychic fighting machine until it backfired on him and I killed him. I decided to try and give up my rage, my anger, my fury and I found that release in cutting myself."
sasha backing away a little. sasha: you know there is a way to control all of that energy. youcould use it up each day, or you can talk with milla about what she does.
"Milla was operated on him too? and on the whole killing thing, I was only 7 don't blame an angry 7 year old for murder of a mad doctor."
(Crap, see ya'll 2marrow)
( bedtime see you all later)
sasha: no, she has a nack for understanding people.
Evita snuck off to her bunk, took some shoes and an outfit out of her bookbag, and snuck off to the little lake.
sasha started off to his lab to bandage on his hand.
Evita reached this beach, and went into the empty boathouse to change.
sasha, back at his lab, was thinking of eva.*thinking* why do i care about that girl. i have been through enough. now i have to worry about milla and my hand. sasha was stareing at his hand.
Eva emerged from the boathouse. Her hair was pulled back in a bun, and she had on plack stretchy pants and a black shirt, and the peice de la resistance, ballet slippers! Eva had been book learning ballet for quite some time and was currenty learning to perfect her moves. She needed help with control, but would eventually learn it. She went out to a dock with a canoe she hopped on, and started to practice her positions.
sasha went out to try to find morry.
"1st position, 2nd position, grand clea, pirroette, woah dizzy."
sasha: damn, that pint sized bunny needs to be caged. sasha walks toward the lake.
"Split." Evita went for a split reached it, and felt the pain. "Oh shoooooot." she said as she was falling over. She quickly got back up, and began some basic moves again.
sasha, reaching the skirts of the beach, stops*thinking* what the hell is up with this girl.
Evita read Sasha's thoughts and sent back.
"It's ballet. it teaches diciplen, good posture, and self centerism. It stimulates my mind, and helps me focus. I've been learning for a while, and I'm using it as a way to quit cutting myself and training for future Psychonaut hand-to-hand combat."
sasha: sh*t, fine, have you seen morry?
Evita spun back to look at Sasha. "How on earth will I have seen him if I don't even know what the man looks like?"
sasha*thinking*i am idiot, i mistaking eva for milla now.
"I am as stunning as her, arn't I? Sorry, you just think so loud, I can't help from hearing it."
sasha: why are you doing balla by the lake?
"Seemed like a quiet place. and the bobbing of the floating docks helps me work on balance." Eva did a mid air 360 pirroette(I know, it sounds like a skateboard move)
(yeah it does)sasha: out of all the places you could have gone to learn to be a psychonaut, whyhere?