Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20180617024644/@comment-35702393-20180621034236

dont worry AWESOME. This isnt another chapter that progresses the story. We agreed we'd do that on the weekends and I'm sort of having writer's block rn so we can do it on the weekends. :P XD But anyways, I've been reading the last chapters lately (And trust me I love Cora's background personality that dadwagon showed <3) But I feel like everything is so.... idk so serious XD

This is more like a filler chapter. Because yeah a lot of stuff hasnt been that explained that much, and Imma use this opportunity to like... lighten things a bit, because everything is so serious and dead on set with the story. I feel like this story needs a bit of humor to go with it so everythig is still fun for our characters

XD enjoy

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Red's POV 

''*Before Cora found out she was a descendant... a day before that*''

"Newt, Stop it." Why is life so hard?

"Pleaaaaseeeee." Oh, right. Because of this guy.

"Newt I swear Im gonna-"

"Come on red head! Shooww meeeeeee." Newt begged. Did he just cut me off??

"UUh.... Newt, you might wanna stop before Red goes psycho...." Cora asked, trying so hard to remove Newt out of my personal bubble

"But it looked great-  aaah, ooh, o-okay okay! I'll stop!" he had both arms up in the air, defeated, because I was so ready to punch someone hard in the face.

Yesterday, Riley gifted us with weapons that he made in his so called "forge". I have no idea how Riley manages to make stuff like that at a short amount of time, but I gotta say, its pretty nice. Dang that guy knows how to manage his time. Something I'll ever learn to do.

We were in the arena. We decided to test some of Riley's weapons out, and he also told us we were free to go to the forge at any time. Me and Cora were testing out our weapons, and Newt with his handy gloves. Cora preferred to shoot in targets, while I preferred to scratch the wall. Hey! It was a stone wall! It's okay to scratch it... right? Riley and Nik had weapons for close combat so they decided to fight each other, not to mention Riley teaching NIk some of his moves.

"Are you sure you dont wanna use the target? Its much convinient." Cora suggested.

"I'd preffer the wall... fr some reason." I shrugged, and we both giggled.

I grabbed my glaive, and twirled it around my fingers like a baton, although I didn't exactly realize how long it was.

"Whoa! Red! Calm down with that Glaive! You're gonna slice someone's head off!" Newt said, protective himself.

"Sorry. Kinda miss cheering." I stated.

Cora raised a brow, "You used to cheer?" She asked. I shook my head, "Nah, not exactly. But my parents wanted me to." I rolled my eyes at the memory, and I threw the glaive again, leaving my tenth scratch on the stone wall.

"My parents are famous lawyers. And people expected their children to be perfect as well. My brother had no problem with that. He always was the top of his class. But me... meh, I didnt care much about my grades." I said as I threw my glaive again, 11th scratch.

"They signed me up for a lot of worthless stuff. I was taught ballet, martial arts, a bit of piano and violin, all those sorts. I was pretty good at all of them but... I didn't like it." I sighed, throwing my glaive two times in a row leaving two parallel scratches.

"But then. I found the one thing that I managed to like. Managed to love. Problem is, my parenst dont support me doing it." I growled.

"Doing what?" Cora asked.

I smirked before pointing to the wall where I left scratches. Cora gasped. Using exactly 14 lines of scratched stone, my aim and imagination, I managed to make an image of an eye. "''Art. The only thing I learned to love." I finished. ''

Do my parents support me? Hell no.

"Wow." She gasped.

After a few more minutes of chatting randomly, Riley and Nik started walking to us. "Guys its getting hot in here. Is there like... a fan here or something?" Riley asked, with beads of sweat obvious on his face.

Newt raised his hand, "I vote take shirts off." I mentally slapped myself because both me and Cora started blushing.

"I vote, throw you off a window." I replied.

"I vote open the fan because there's a huge one right there!" Nik pointed out.

Cora raised a brow, "Are you sure? That fan's pretty old." she asked, wondering. All five of us walked towards this fan that looked like ot just got hit by a sand storm in the middle of december. It looked like its dying... literally.

"I'll take a look." Riley suggested, going behind the fan to see if any of the buttons work.

Nik pressed the on button but it didnt turn on. "Damn thing's broken." Newt said.

What about a kick? A kick always works.

"Maybe if I kick it-"

"What-? NO RED ITS GONNA-!!" Riley wasnt able to finish and save me because at that moment, this damned thing exploded.

at my head.

directly at my face.

"Oh god! Red!" Riley yelled, quickly standing up. I coughed a few times, before managing to stand up. I felt a little grpggy, but nonetheless, I was still breathing thank god.

The moment he saw me, Newt stepped bavk. "Jesus you look like my grandma." He said. I dont wanna ask how I look because Im pretty sure Satan fart-basted my face using a fan.

"Ugh... I dont feel good, can someone hand me a towel?" I asked, trying to make my vision better but it seems to be getting worse.

I noticed that everyone was staring at me.

"W-what?" I asked.

They were all looking at something directly above my left eye.

I touched it to see if I had a wound or anything but then I found out that the explosion gave me something WORSE than a wound.

My eyebrow.

Its freaking gone.

"U-Uh... D-dont worry Red! I have a sharpie at home. we can just... you know... draw a bt of hair on there, make it look like nothing exploded on your face and burned off your left eeybrow!" Newt suggested, nervously.

Someday, I might really just throw him out the window.

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Lol I feel like me and NEwt have some sort of love hate friendhsip. Haha dont wprry newt. Red still treats you as a friend. hope you guys liked this filler chapter. To... ya know, loghten things up :)