[Closed] Redkite and Dark Huntress

[Dark Huntress]

[your time or mine? Where do you live?]

He shrugs. "I try," he smirked then pecked her on the cheek. "But I usually make up for it."

[RedKite]

(I'm 5 hours ahead of you... Same times as last night...)

She turns her back on him and walks away, "You're gonna have to do more than that to get back in my good books...."

She can't help but smirk though as she sits at the edge of the camp. He was a little up front, but she had to admit, she did like him.

[RedKite]

(DH, Please come online, I only have half an hour!)

[RedKite]

Dh please come on, I have 5 or 10 minutes.... for future reference, I am 5 hours ahead of you, so to you, when I say 5pm, I mean 12pm, andwhen I say 9pm, I mean 4pm... on weekends I will pretty much be on almost all day..

[Dark Huntress]

^Okay, sorry, I don't have wifi at my house so I have to turn on my parents cells *gack*

Zayden grinned as he watch her. "I see that little smirk, Tabby-Cat, I know you love me." He stopped as she looked him. "Forget so ever used that name...," he trailed off.

[RedKite]

"Get lost..." she smiles playfully. She looks at him anyway.

[Dark Huntress]

"Hey! I'm sorry, but you made this little cat face and I just totally made this awkard," he laughed softly. "I'm going to see how Charleigh is doing." He back up towards the camp.

[RedKite]

She shakes her head and turns away, she looks up at the sky as a canon fires and all of the dead tributes are shown in the sky. The only one for today

Tribute: Walaghai
District: 8
Reasons: UNKNOWN

Tabatha does could not care less about Charleigh...Yes, Zayden may like her more, but she could easily deal with that.... She takes out her knives and plunges the one into the soil, she wishes it was that easy to get rid of Charleigh...

[RedKite]

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I did it, hey, check out my OT art forum!

[Dark Huntress]

Aw! It's great :3

Charleigh watched the tribute appear on the screen, really sad. She wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed the edge of her sleeve against her nose to keep from crying. "Something wrong?" Zayden's voice was like an itchy, annoying knife in the back. She straightened and flicked her eyes towards him and turned slowly.

"Nope."

Zayden gave her a suspicious look. "Well, anyway, it's late and we should be going in, if you don't wanna...," he shrugged, "Your funeral." Then he turned and strolled away.

"Asshat," Charleigh muttered then stalked after him.