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Posted by Hälō on 23 June 2018 - 11:57 PM
Posted by Hälō on 30 May 2018 - 04:57 PM
"Sweetie, if I was just following orders I would have let Matilda eat you alive," Jack said, her voice elated at the prospect ahead of her, licking her lips in the process. "But no, not this time. I'm not letting her take away my toys before I get a chance again, not before I get to have some fun. And believe me, we're going to have soooooo much fun together~"
Posted by Hälō on 21 May 2018 - 12:48 AM
Posted by Hälō on 07 May 2018 - 09:25 PM
Lace's eye widened in shock at the sight of Jack's foot knocking Beowulf to the side. Gritting her teeth, XIII tightened her grip and pulled backwards, instantly stopping her attack mid stroke as her gaze shot towards Matilda. Knowing all too well that she was now wide open, Lace touched her feet to the ground then quickly darted to the side to create distance between her and the witch.
XIII brought herself to a sliding halt a few feet away, and found her gaze was met by a contestant that she had wanted to cross blades with since the very beginning.
"Where do you think you're going, Barbie-Doll?" Jack's words sounded like those of a demon.
Quickly glancing around, Lace watched as Matilda and Bethany quickly gained the upper hand before the former made her escape with the body. To make matters worse, Louis had yet to make his next move, meaning that Angelica and Rawal's battle to stop Bethany was about to grow even harder...
I guess that means it's my job to take Jack down alone. I just have to trust that they'll find a way to stop Bethany...
XIII's grip tightened around Beowulf, causing the azure aura around her to suddenly flair once more against the coldness that continued overtake the room as she glared at Jack. Remembering what Matilda had said about Jack's new strength and speed bing on a level able to rival her own, Lace began formulating a strategy.
To call the situation dire would be a complete understatement...
"Of course..." As she spoke, Lace shifted her stance and grabbed Beowulf with both hands, before holding the large blade up at the ready. "It's only natural that I'd have to see to dealing with her underlings first." Bursting into motion the moment the words fell from her lips, Lace suddenly swiped upwards to release a large shockwave that traveled hungrily across the ground towards Jack at monstrous speeds. After releasing her attack, Lace dashed off to the right to circle around the Magnum Locust to close in whilst studying her opponents movements.
Posted by Hälō on 28 April 2018 - 08:41 PM
Piper sighed as she idly scrolled through her social media feed with a disinterested expression. Ever since the night at the island, nothing seemed to be able to get fired up anymore. Even her art felt unexpired and forced, leaving her with a subtle melancholy about her.
The young artist had glided through the her first class of the day without even feeling she had done anything, and now as Piper slowly strolled through the walkway towards the school's exit, she wondered if maybe she should reach out the others about going back.
I do have Paul's number... but maybe I should just wait till I see him in class...
"I hope Quinn is alright..." Her thoughts drifted to boy as she switched to her phone's camera and raised it up to her face to adjust her hair. He hadn't returned any of her texts, and it was beginning to grow worrisome. "Maybe I should ask someone in the drama club," Piper spoke clearly to herself just as she usually did.
"..." Suddenly her eyebrows arched as she caught a glimpse of a familiar face a few paces behind her in the crowd. It was girl with the glasses, again. Lowering her phone casually, Piper slid the device into her back pocket and began to speed up her stride ever so slightly. This wasn't the first time she'd caught a glimpse of the other girl behind her, and though most people would think she was nuts, Piper had been plagued with the sensation of being watched for most of the day...
My Piper senses are tingling...
Without breaking the air of casualness, Piper turned the first corner she encountered as if she intended to go deeper in building. Though instead of proceeding, she quickly spun around and stood against the wall with her arms crossed. When Avery inevitable followed, Piper would quickly reach out and grab her shoulder.
Welp, I wasss just thinking about seeing more of these people...
"Hiya!" Piper's tone was light hearted but it didn't match her gaze, which quickly became sharp and analytical. "We doing a lil stalking? Skulking perhaps?"
Posted by Hälō on 11 April 2018 - 05:18 AM
Posted by Hälō on 25 February 2018 - 03:24 AM
Quinn...She had been spacing out towards the bathroom door that her friend had vanished behind. Her mind constantly replayed everything that had happened over and over again, as she tried her best to make sense of it all. Could this really be happening? A bunch of teenagers sucked into some super natural s*** like this was some sort of tv show...
Piper's eyes danced around the group. First landing on the girl who inquired about lock picking skills. She definitely had a big mouth on her for such a small girl, and Piper definitely had the feeling that she had seen the girl around school.
Glancing across the faces of those who were sleeping, Piper lingered on Jason for a brief moment before she sighed.
The girl with with the glasses definitely seemed off. Something about they way she moved and spoke seemed eerily fake, and it even seemed like she was having fun here. Piper wondered if anyone else had picked up on that as well...
"I think I'm down to come back." Piper uttered what she realized was the first word she had spoken since they had left the party.
As she begun to move towards the kitchen she studied the faces of the two large gentlemen at her right. Piper recognized one from her Gym class. He was just the run of the mill tough guy from what she could tell, but she didn't like to judge a book by the cover.
The other guy was a complete mystery though. He hadn't really said much since they met, but she imagined his backstory had something to to with the union of a human woman and giant.
"It would be a waste for us to just fall down the rabbit-hole like this, and not even bother to check out the sights in 'f***ed up wonderland island resort!'" Piper smirked slightly, trying to brighten up room's energy a little. "This kind of stuff doesn't just happened everyday. It's not like we stepped in s*** or something... we can't just wipe it off and move on like none of this crazy s*** ever happened."
She was deliriously tired, and her make up felt gross on her face after having ran from the cops and trekked through the rainy jungle. If she were being honest with herself, there was a part of her mind that was still desperately clinging on to the fact that this might all be a dream. But she'd be damned if she didn't do her best to take it all in stride. If this was truly new adventure, then she wouldn't let such a thing slip away because she was scared.
"I'll send out my number in the morning..." As she plucked up an apple, Piper's gaze finally landed on Paul. He was one of the cuter guys in her math class, but that was just about the only thing she knew about him. As she studied his features, the girl memory flashed to the scene of him saving them from the shadow, causing her eyes to narrow slightly.
"Cute guy who sits behind me in math class by day," As she passed the boy on the way her chosen bed, Piper flashed him coy smile whilst bringing her apple up to her lips. "Vanquisher of monsters, and summoner of my Uncle Jerry in a Thor costume by night, huh?" She giggled slightly though she clearly lacked energy.
"Thanks for the save out there by the way, tiger. " Piper tone was slightly dreary as she bit into the apple.
Even if he didn't know how he did it, Paul at saved them with that power. The glowing orb she had been painting was also there too wasn't it? It was hard to make out in the chaos but Piper was almost certain she glimpsed it before Paul summoned the big guy with the hammer...
The more she thought about it the more questions she had. Questions she hadn't even the vaguest idea of how to start answering. "I think I'll follow their lead and see if these beds are half as good as advertised..." Plopping down backwards into her bed, Piper raised a hand a threw up a peace sign just before her eyes began to drift shut. "Night guys."
Posted by Hälō on 17 February 2018 - 08:48 AM
Lace sighed as she walked down the hotel hallway. After the last round, something about her now seemed oddly more human. Her skin was still pale, but her cheeks seemed to have just a hint of color now, and even her cold lavender eyes had a shine to them that one couldn't help but notice.
Though unfortunately her tiny lips were curled into a frown as she mused at exactly what she was going to do when she arrived at her destination...
"Oh! Miss XIII, are you looking for the banquet?"
One of the hotel's workers greeted her with a smile as she turned the corner. "I can escort you if you'd like..." Lace halted her advance but said nothing. Instead choosing to study the other woman's face in what soon became a silent stare down.
"What do you do usually like to have done for you when you're feeling sad?" Lace broke the silence at last.
"Excuse me?" Visibly confused, the hotel worker scratched the back of her head and glanced around the hall. "I guess my husband usually brings me cake from my favorite restaurant when I'm down..." The woman said thoughtfully before returning her gaze to Lace, who had already began walking again. "Why do you ask?
"H-Hey!" She called after the contestant to no avail. Sighing defeatedly, the hotel worker shrugged and went about her business.
"Food, huh?" Lost in thought, Lace touched her chin. XIII did recall seeing a lot of the characters in the movies she and Angelica watched eating lots of sweets when they were depressed...
"I suppose it's worth a try."
Having never really understood the practicality of knocking, Lace hastily hit the door nob with her foot to find that it was left unlocked. "Bethany?" Upon stepping inside the room, XIII was instantly aware of a sudden drop in temperature. It was like walking right into a freezer. And though she herself was no stranger to such an environment, there was something about this frost that exuded melancholy...
Glancing around to study the ice that covered every inch of the room, Lace's gaze finally fell on Bethany who had been sitting with her back pressed against the wall.
"Hey..." Clearly unsure of how to approach such a situation, Lace took another step into the room. In her hands she brandished a large shopping bag, as well as a tray from the hotel's coffee shop. "I wanted to give you my condolences." Steam billowed from the two cups as hot liquid as they struggled against the new cold environment, filling the room with a delicious chocolate aroma. "They also come with food... and chocolate." She glanced at the contents of the bag for a moment before extending it and the tray towards her future partner sheepishly.
"I-I didn't know what you liked so just grabbed everything..."
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Posted by Hälō on 05 February 2018 - 11:31 PM
Posted by Hälō on 16 January 2018 - 02:54 AM
Posted by Hälō on 14 January 2018 - 04:22 AM
Though she had originally been ecstatic about being placed in an art class for first period, her excitement quickly faded upon seeing that their teacher was about as try as one of the markers she usual found in the laundry.
"Class is too small for me to take a nap..." She mumbled to herself whilst sliding back into her chair. "But I guess I can't get in trouble for doodling in an art class, right?" Her lips curled into a smile at the prospect of getting in some good drawing time early in the morning.
"Hi, I'm Queen nice to meet you." Quinn flashed a quick smile. "So, I don't recognize you. You new around here, or you just a wallflower?"
Piper jumped slightly, too lost in her thoughts to realized that she had just been assigned a partner. Studying the boy for a moment she smiled, already enjoying his the aura he gave off. "I'm far from a wall flower..." She smirked whilst pulling out her sketch book from her bag. "I actually just moved out here! Got into some trouble back home, so my parents figured they'd give me the 'ol fresh princess treatment, and shipped me out North Bumblef*** to stay with my uncle and auntie." Her smile shrunk slightly after being reminded of her situation, but nonetheless she continued conversationally.
"You seem pretty popular..." Piper said whilst nodding towards the bubbly blondie that her partner had originally been sitting with. "Barbie over there a part of your clique?" Her old town was filled with girls identical to Chelsea. They looked plastic, thought they were smarter than they were, and sought validation by blowing the hottest guy they could find in their daddy's pool.
"Mmm... You could say that." Quinn smirked leaning closer to Piper. "Really most of us only hang out with her cause she throws the best parties. End of the year she throws this big one called the 'Summer Bash'. Real banger y'know." Piper turned to study Chelsea as he said this. Yep, she fit the bill.
"Anyway Little Miss Bel Air, what kind of trouble you like to get into?" Quinn's smirk grew wider. Yeah he was definitely happier to have her as his partner than yappy little Chelsea.
Piper's eye lit at the boy's question, as she produced a brush pen from the pocket of the hoodie wrapped around her hips.
"Ohhhh, so you guy's do party out here!" Piper scoffed before leaning closer to Quinn. She was in full gossip mode now. "I'm a horrible actor though... so she'll probably realize I hate her guts, but if you're looking for plus one, I'm your gal!"
"And in regards to trouble..." She pretended to think for a moment. "A little smoking here, a protest there... I drink a tad but I'm all about the green if we're partying!" A glint of mischief sparked in her eye as she twirled her pen between her fingers. "Boys are fun too I guess, but get me some paint and I can show you the world..." Her mouth was practically watering at the prospect of putting some color to one of the schools walls.
"What about you? Remember I'm new here, so you can go ahead and be whoever you want, I won't be bothered to fact check..." She smirked jokingly before whipping open her sketch book and throwing down a few lines that vaguely resembled a head.
"Oh yeah, well don't you worry I'm always geniune and authentic... well unless I'm not~ Anyway I think you and I will get along just fine. Cause if it's the green wish for then oh baby I'm your genie. I know all the guys with the best stuff, and I know get for a good deal too." Quinn winked and made a popping noise with his mouth. "You don't got to worry about Chelsea either, honestly that girl's got nothing in her head but air, you don't have to be genius actor like me to fool her." Leaning over Quinn watched Piper deftly place line after line in her sketchbook.
"So you one of those artsy fartsy types?"
"More art, less fart..." Piper grinned in response.
Her strokes begun to increase in speed, creating structures and textures from nothing. Within moments the girl seemed to be in her own little world, shutting out everything around her, and only glancing away from her paper to study Quinn's features.
Five minutes later, she slid her book over to the side with a sly smile. It was a caricature of sorts. Of Quinn with exaggeratedly elegantly features, sitting atop what appeared to be the blonde girl sitting a few feet away as if she were human stool. He wore a queen's crown atop his head, and what could either be a joint or a cigaret in his hand, with smoke billowing off the side of the page. In the smoke, Piper had scrawled in her surprisingly horrid handwriting "We're friends now b****!" Followed by her phone number.
Carefully ripping the page from her book she slid it over to her partner with a wink. "First one is on the house~"
"Nice," Quinn chuckled under his breath, however this was enough to finally earn them the ire of Ms. Hemley who shushed them both. "Guess she's not so deaf after all..." Quinn shrugged.
After School, the Gymnasium
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S NO ART CLUB?!" Piper billowed in annoyance as she starred daggers at the list of available clubs. Spinning around immediately, she glanced around the room in search of a teacher, ripping the piece of paper off the wall and crumbling it in her vice grip.
Any faculty would do... even the janitor would get an earful until the school gave the arts the recognition it deserved!
"I don't care if even the heavens forgive suc-" She began only to halt herself up setting her sights on the only face she recognized in the entire school. Seeing the shaking expression on the boy's face, Piper's eyes instantly narrowed as she observed the scene. "Not cool..." Even if she didn't know these people, or even have a full grasp of the complexity of the situation, Piper's gut told her everything she needed to know...
That the guy grabbing Quinn was an a******.
Tossing the paper to the side, Piper thrusted her hand into her bag as she began marching towards the Drama Club's booth. As she approached, the girl produced the small tube of red acrylic paint, skillfully unscrewing it's cap with her mouth before spitting it to the side. She wouldn't be needing it...
"Riku... please, don't. It's fine."
"Didn't you hear him? Back off twerp."
"W-WHOAAAAAAH!" Coming up from behind the group, Piper stumbled dramatically, flailing her arms and squeezing the entire tube of red paint at the douche who had Quinn in his grasp. She hadn't been lying early, her acting was indeed quite horrible. Though regardless she continued to milk her collision, and quickly yanked Quinn's arm free from the bully. "Oh noooooo... I'm so sorry."
Recovering way too fast, Piper darted to Quinn's side and flashed her pigment covered victim a sheepish grin that didn't quite meet her eyes. "I'm sorry man, I think I got a little bit of paint on ya..." The eyes of passing students were now all on them, and though to the onlookers it seemed like a honest mistake by the new girl, those in immediate group would be able to clearly see the coldness in her gaze as smiled at Grant. "Hmmm... you wouldn't happen to wanna join the Art Club, would you?"
Posted by Hälō on 11 January 2018 - 12:47 AM
Posted by Hälō on 31 December 2017 - 04:59 PM
XIII watched in horror as the scene on the outside quickly escalated. Shifting her gaze over to the little girl that was weeping in her chair, XIII felt her tiny features twist into a scowl as she moved closer to girl and grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Please! We have to save them..." She pleaded whilst shaking the child. "Angelica is a friend. We can't just sit here whilst she's in danger..."
"I-I don't want to do this anymore..." Lace sobbed. Tears streamed down from her eyes as tucked her knees into her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. "Where is Dad?!"
XIII stared down at the girl for a long time. This was her true self?! The original Lace. Nothing but a sickly child...
Her attention shifted again to the outside world, where Choros' ritual seemed to near completion. There was no way this girl could protect Angelica... She couldn't even protect herself. "Damn it..." XIII growled in frustration.Was this how it was supposed to end? Did fate expect her to sit here idly whilst this ghost let her new life burn away to ashes?!
"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it! DAMN IT!"
A sudden pressure filled the room, causing the crying Lace to look up from her weeping. There at her side, XIII had begun to glow with a furious blue aura that seemed causing the entirety of the room to shake. "S-So... pretty..." The child looked on in awe as the older woman's aura continued to grow in size, quickly filling the small white room with it's azure light.
"Dad is dead." XIII's voice reverberated with power as took a step forward. "You're dead..."
"And I refuse... to be replaced... by a memory!" XIII growled through gritted teeth as she attempted to force her soul into the driver's seat. She'd destroy the entire White Room if she had to. The entire metaphor could go to hell! "This body is MINE...this soul is my MINE..." The light from her aura had become blinding, and it almost seemed as if everything else around her were being hungrily consumed by it, including the young Lace.
Back on the battlefield, Lace's body had also been enveloped in the very same azure aura. Slowly, she brought herself up to her feet, standing at the edge of her perch high on the wall as she peered down towards the ground bellow.
Without a word she stepped off of the ledge and began her descent. Her target in sight, she slowly reached to her side and grabbed the hilt of the straight-sword strapped to her belt. Lace's aura trailed behind her like a jet stream and when she drew her weapon, a corona of sharpness swirled around it's blade whilst she brought it back in preparation to unleash her signature technique.
It was over in a flash. To any observer, it would seem as if her blade had passed harmlessly through the Godstone. But as Lace landed inches from the artifact, a dozen strokes of light would begin to flash across it's surface, each representing a blindingly fast sword stroke imbued with the power of her soul.
"Iron Lotus..." Lace whispered with finality before slowly sliding her blade back into it's scabbard just as the last of her strikes made themselves known. She was herself. For the first time ever...
Posted by Hälō on 26 December 2017 - 06:08 AM
"Alright... let's go wild!"
Name: Piper O'reilly
Student Year: Junior
Character Passion: Art. Artistic expression seems to be the only thing that Piper has ever shown an genuine interesting in pursuing. Though she has an affinity for visual art, she appreciates and marvels in expression in any form and is known to see beauty in things that would not usually be considered as such.
Piper stands at five feet and six inches and weighs one-hundred and twenty pounds. Her style of clothing can vary from outfits usually worn by fashionable young men, to crop tops and jean shorts depending on her mood. On her person she usually carries a small backpack containing her sketchbook and a vast array of art supplies
Born into a very rich and successful family, Piper as always been the black sheep amongst her siblings because of her affinity for the arts rather than business or other fields that are considered to be more respectable. Her reputation as the problem child was acquired quite early, and whilst her two sisters were constantly praised for their academic achievements, Piper found herself being scolded and punished for her wild and free nature.
This only seemed to become more of an issue as she matured into a young woman, and though she was able to find her place amongst other young artists and activists, high society simply could not tolerate her inability to conform. She was bane of private schooling community, because of her refusal to blindly follow their rules and habit of "expressing herself" at inappropriate times or places or even rallying the other students in protests against the powers at be.
Because her antics, Piper found herself frequently forced to jump from school to school, and though her family's wealth was able to protect her for the most part, even the O'reilly name would start to depreciate in value when it's signed under a mural that was illegally painted across an important school facility...
In fact, it was one of such artistic ventures that landed Piper in New Orleans in the first place.
Having been caught red handed with a group of friends during one of their late night panting sessions on campus, Piper chose to take all of the blame for the stunt, rather than have the other girls take the fall with her. Though the authorities were later involved, Piper's father was able to have the charges dropped with a little bit of convincing.
It's quite astounding what a new computer lab can solve...
Fed up with Piper and her rebelliousness, her mother and father agreed to send her away to live with her aunt and uncle in New Orleans under the assumption that separating her old life and friends would keep her out of trouble.
Shipped away in a matter of weeks, Piper was left with a single warning. If she didn't straighten up and start taking steps towards a respectable future, she'd be cut off from the family completely.
Piper is a prime example of the student who is constantly told that they would be highly successful in school if they were to just simply apply themselves. She is often late, or even cuts class completely, and constantly struggles to keep up with the school's dress code. Unsurprisingly quick to gain a reputation as a slacker, Piper spends the majority of her time scribbling in her sketchbook during classes whilst haphazardly listening to the lesson.
A true free spirit by nature, Piper has a bad habit of playing by her own rules, and often times finds herself in trouble for it. She is impulsive and though she is usually good at keeping her temper under control, is capable of getting a tad crazy when finally provoked. However, despite the fact that she is usually grouped in with the troublemakers, Piper does not actively seek trouble aside for her habit of defacing school property...
She finds it extremely bothersome to put forth any effort or attention into things she has no interest in, squandering her natural intelligent and problem solving skills and keeping her from becoming the jack of all trades that she could be. Consequently, if something seems boring or doesn’t line up with her interests she’ll quickly try to sigh it away, try to procrastinate or simply ignore it and move on to something else with little thought for consequence.
Conversely, when Piper is into something, she’s all the way in, and it is in these moments that she shines the brightest. Her passion for art manifests in impressive problem solving skills and an eye for detail, and she develops an intensity that is almost tangible. When she manages to make friends, she is doggedly loyal to them despite being antagonistic at times, and will often time find herself taking more care for their well being than her own.
Given her mellow nature, it is generally hard to get under Piper’s skin. Though she does have a unique moral code and won’t hesitate to take action if she feels something is wrong. A glaring chink her armor is the fact that she is extremely embarrassed of her home life, and makes a great deal effort to keep information about her wealth a secret from as many people as possible. Her family’s desire to strip her of what she thinks makes herunique is something like a black cloud that is slowly creeping over the horizon for her, and she still has yet to figure out what to do about it...
Model Melee Weapon of Choice: Double sided Battle Axe (Uncle’s Axe Guitar)
Model Gun of Choice: Shotgun
Persona Name: Hel
Persona Weakness: Fire
Strength - 15
Magic - 6
Endurance - 5
Agility - 15
Luck - 4
Posted by Hälō on 05 December 2017 - 09:27 PM
The small girl peered off into the distance as she watched the events of the outside world transpire as if it were some kind move playing in mind's eye. "It's like I'm there... but not?" Her tiny voice broke the silence of the ghastly white room as she willed her avatar's body to reach out and touch the flames that were rapidly approaching...
"No!" A new voice filled the room, as XIII seemingly stumbled into existence a few feet behind the chair in the center of the room. On the outside, her body suddenly jerked backwards, desperately moving away from the flame with a sloppy backpedal.
"We're there..." XIII said whilst grabbing the top of the chair and stepping forward so that she was peering down into the shocked expression of the little girl that occupied it. "Well... I am." She added after shaking off the strangeness of looking into the face of the original Lace. "And I need you to get up, now!" Her voice oozed with urgency as she moved to yank the little girl from the seat that granted her control over their vessel.
"You're the lady from the movies..." Lace's features folded back into a neutral expression as XIII tugged at her with all her might. Despite the woman's titanic strength, the girl seemed to be stuck firmly to the chair by some unseen force. Growing bored of whatever strange game the lady was playing, Lace returned her attention to the outside world. "The fires... they're getting closer again." She observed helpfully, causing XIII to suddenly jump and loosen her grip.
Closing her eyes and concentrating, Lace tried to briefly steal command of her body as she had done moments before. Though it seemed her efforts were futile now with Lace aware of her presence... Was the brat blocking her out?!
"Hey, I need you to jump... right now!" XIII looked down to the girl and pleaded as she watch the flames inch closer and closer to her body as the vessel simply stood their staring with the bright expression of the little girl in the chair.
Lace turned up to XIII and tilted her head. "You're pretty!" She beamed up at the woman who was now frantically glancing around the room for something to aid her. "I'm Lace! Your name is Lace too ri-"
Desperate, XIII grabbed the little girl by the sides of her face and brought herself in so that their foreheads were nearly touching. "JUMP DAMN YOU! JUMP NOW! O-OR I'M TELLING DAD!" She shouted into Lace's face in a commanding tone.
On the outside, Lace's body jumped to attention; easily leaping over the seven foot wall of flame with ease before landing atop a small ledge near the top stone bowl that surrounded the arena with ease.
Slipping from her grasp, Beowulf's heavy body started to tumble down the side of the wall, causing a large amount of rocks to also begin breaking free. Before long, the boulders began to accumulate in their journey down to the bottom, resembling a small avalanche as they slid down to the arena, threatening to crush those below.
Unaware of this, Lace tucked her knees into her stomach and held herself tightly, tears streaming down her face to join the rockslide...