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by Well, today had been.. interesting to say the least. Alva had almost lost a finger in sword training and almost shot an arrow into someones arm during archery practice. Skills? No, hardly at all. But one skill that she did have, was listening to her music. Walking into the room for what to be the millionth time within her last year at camp, the girl could be seen with her phone in the back pocket of her black skinny jeans, her earbuds in as she lost herself in the beat. Maybe her music was a little to loud, but, hey, who could blame her for wanting to help her fellow campers from wanting to actually listen to something?
The lyrics entered her brain, as well as the beat, giving her the urge to burst into song, but, she refrained herself. No reason for people to think that she was more weird than she already let on. Walking further into the room and over to her bed, she would take her imperial gold dagger out of her hiding place in her boot and place it on the bed just as Casiel, her doberman pincher, decided to join the party by hopping onto her bed his self. "Hey boy," AJ said, joyfully petting the dog's back.
Removing her leather jacket, and tying it around her waist, she would put her hair up into one of her famously messy high-set pony tails, before sitting down on the bed herself, scrolling through her playlist once more.
"Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip up your heads,
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine"
They're gonna give you a smirk
'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip up your heads,
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine"
The lyrics entered her brain, as well as the beat, giving her the urge to burst into song, but, she refrained herself. No reason for people to think that she was more weird than she already let on. Walking further into the room and over to her bed, she would take her imperial gold dagger out of her hiding place in her boot and place it on the bed just as Casiel, her doberman pincher, decided to join the party by hopping onto her bed his self. "Hey boy," AJ said, joyfully petting the dog's back.
Removing her leather jacket, and tying it around her waist, she would put her hair up into one of her famously messy high-set pony tails, before sitting down on the bed herself, scrolling through her playlist once more.
