[centre][color=bc8dbf][i][h3]Cassandra[/h3][/i][/color]

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Location: meeting place
Interacting with:[@Nallore]'s Riley [/centre]

Cassandra's smile faded as Alyssa just about fled, and she tried to figure out what she had done wrong, because it had seemed that as soon as Cassandra had approached, Alyssa had run off. Cassandra thought about going after her, but noticed that Kimberly seemed to slip off. Deciding to leave it be and assume Kimberly was following Alyssa, she turned back to the boys. 

Cassandra flinched as if slapped by a hot ball of flame as Gage walked passed her to great another girl. She never seemed to admit to herself when she had even a slight crush on someone, which often ended up in her getting hurt. Her Aunt would say she was merely too emotional, that she felt too much, and that that was what made her a good musician, but Cassandra would sometimes trade anything to simply not feel. 

She supposed it was her own fault. Always worrying about what others thought, she didn't stop to think how she felt about others. She was always worried about offending people or doing the wrong thing, that she never acted like she liked anyone. Shifting uneasily, she wondered if she should just go home, thinking she would just be a burden at the trip.

Yet the thought of going home, knowing everyone else was enjoying themselves was too much for Cassandra. She would just suck it up and smile. She went over to the RV, disgusted at herself that she had left Riley to load her things in. She wanted to check that her guitar was safe, not that she thought Riley would treat it wrong, but rather because her guitar was a safety blanket for her. 

She could still remember, like it had been the day before, the first time she had touched a guitar. It was just about as tall as her, if not taller, and had been a few months after her parents deaths. She'd picked it up, and since then, she felt...sane. It was the same guitar that she still used, and it has value to her. She wasn't that little lost kid anymore, but it still gave her reassurance. 

Satisfied that it was alright, and reasuring herself, Cassandra jumped out the RV, approaching Riley to thank her. [color=bc8dbf]"thanks for packing my things. I shouldn't have left you to do it. How many more people are to come? At this rate we will be sitting on each other's laps!"[/color]

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[centre][color=00a651][i][h3]Connor[/h3][/i][/color]

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Location: The lake
Interacting with:...nature?[/centre]

Connor was fishing. Or rather attempting to. The only time the young man had fished had been a disaster. And he didn't want or need to dwell on it. When he thought he had a nibble, turns out it was just his imaginginafion. Fishing might just be the only thing Connor had ever failed at. 

He didn't even know if he could fish here or if there was even fish in the lake. But he didn't even know how to get to the town close by, and he needed food. Not that he had any idea how to cook it, and even if he did, it would be burnt. 

He sighed softly, glancing up at the sky, not wanting to be in the forest after dark. He gave a frustrated cry as he once more pulled out his rod to nothing, and scowling, he threw the rod down

[color=00a651]"Damn it!"[/color]