<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/59/Seadragon.jpeg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Screenshot_2022-04-02_16.57.35.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Faith Carvalho and Coral (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341012.msg16145110#msg16145110)</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em>Black spaghetti strap tank with white heart and black shorts (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/Sleepwear.jpeg)</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>9:00 PM June 3rd; Night</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Girl’s Cabin</em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong><em>OPEN</em><br/><hr/>Billie’s nasally voice grated on her ears simultaneously as it cut through cabin noise with ease. It probably wasn’t really nasally but labeling it as such made Faith feel oddly better about hating the sound of it so much.<br/><br/>“Beee niiiiice,” Coral’s whispered sing-song words made her roll her eyes and huff in frustrated exasperation.<br/><br/>The rasp of charcoal and eraser stopped for a moment, though Faith deigned to give the girl any more attention than she absolutely needed to, never taking her eyes off her sketchpad.<br/><br/>“Wasn’t talking to youuu,” her inflection mimicked Coral’s tone, not that Billie or anyone else in the cabin would know, and likely came off as snotty as Faith intended. Angel’s stuffy showed a hell of a lot more backbone than she expected Angel ever would but being called a bitch was hardly new to Faith.   She had been called much, much worse. Honestly, Faith relished the word. She was a bitch. Queen bitch, and no one should forget that. They would all get along better if they just stayed out of her way.<br/><br/>Coral could feel the tension in Faith. She couldn’t read the girl’s mind, but she knew her better than anyone and could just feel the walls she was building around her. It was palpable and frustrating.<br/><br/>She was sure if Faith would just let her help, she would see what she was missing. That it was okay to let people in and be vulnerable and have friends again. Not the parade of sycophants she called friends, but real friends. Ones she could count on. Coral had a feeling Faith was going to need them by the end of the summer, if not a lot sooner.<br/><br/>Faith had gone back to her drawing just as the door to their cabin flew open and shut as quickly, almost causing her to make a mistake. She gave a vocal huff and dropped the sketchpad onto her lap to give the offender a withering gaze.<br/><br/>“Really?!” She said before she saw who it was and immediately regretted her choice of action. Devina was a mousey girl and no threat whatsoever. She might be the least offensive of the girls in the cabin. Faith felt kind of sorry for her. Maybe it was because she reminded her of who she used to be. Who knows? It wasn’t like Faith would apologize, even if she did feel slightly bad about staring daggers at the girl.<br/><br/>Danica followed Devina in soon after, and Faith rolled back onto her bed, folding the cover over on her sketchpad. Between Billie and Dani, the cabin was about to get very loud and very obnoxious. Where were her fucking earbuds anyway? She looked around her bed, vaguely aware of Billie suggesting they play two truths and a lie as the rest of the girls gathered on the floor, way too near Faith’s bunk for her enjoyment. Billie probably did that on purpose. She seemed determined to piss Faith off at every turn. She and Dani.<br/><br/>“Have you seen my headphones?” Faith asked, and Coral shook her head and gave a little shrug. Coral was a terrible liar, so she kept her mouth shut and instead ensured her long sinewy body was tucked neatly along the bed frame where Faith’s earbuds had fallen. If she didn’t saaaay anything, Faith wouldn’t be able to tell she was a fibber, so a quiet shrug was all Faith was getting as the girls started up their game.<br/>