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[weneedasign]

[Enjolras stares at the rainbow, trying to hold himself as he normally does.

Except that's difficult when one has red rimmed eyes from crying and is all but hiding in his red hoodie. Still he's looking at the rainbow like he's about to say something. He opens his mouth, but is unable to get any words out. Licking his lips he starts again, then sighs, shaking his head.

Okay. This was a bad idea. In the end he can only manage a very quiet.]

Be careful if you enter the woods.

[Before ending the Iris Message.

For anyone who is curious/would like to actually seek Enjolras out they might be able to find him in two places.

A) At the archery range, letting arrow after arrow fly without any mind to any injuries he might be receiving. 

or

B) Lying on his bed in the Apollo cabin not really speaking much, though he does try to retain a sense of normalcy whenever he sees Maya.]

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[anythingwithstrings]

*She totally isn't seeking out Enjolras, she just happens to live with him and is sitting on her bed. Playing a rendition of Call Me Maybe that would only really fit if Maya planned to dye her hair black and go goth for the foreseeable future. It was slower, and in a much more melancholy key than the real song.*

*She's still not really keen on talking about it.*

[weneedasign]

[He wants to ask her just who she saw, but he knows pushing it won't do anyone any good. She'll talk about it when the time comes.

He's trying to focus on a book when he hears her playing, not even realizing that the song isn't suppose to sound like this... Mostly because Enjolras is horrible with pop music.]

What song is that?

[After everything it felt strange to ask such a normal question, but hey, they both needed some normalcy.]

[anythingwithstrings]

Call me Maybe, you've probably heard it.

Just... *She sighed and puts her guitar down.* It isn't suppose to sound like that.

*She hadn't been sleeping. Memories have been popping up in her mind as she tried to sleep. She thought about calling Katie, but how do you explain this to your sister, whose mortal. Not that she lacked siblings here, but they didn't know what happened. And she'd rather... not make a deal of it.*

[weneedasign]

You... Have an awful lot of faith in my knowledge of modern music, let along American music.

[He wouldn't know it if it hit him over the head.]

I suspect you're not intentionally making it sound that way either.

[anythingwithstrings]

No, It just is overplayed if you spent any time out of the camp lately it's been played in a store, on a radio, or on someone's way too loud iPod headphones.

*Seriously, try throwing a dead cat at miss this song?*

Probably... I should try playing songs that match how I play. Mad World seems a good start.

[weneedasign]

Ah, well I don't get to leave camp that much so I've missed it. Point it out to me sometime?

[Though suddenly he's grateful. It sounds annoying.

Her words make him frown. If she's not intending to play in such a depressing manner then there's no denying she's upset. There's a long silence as he debates with himself whether or not to just ask her how she's feeling.]

You saw someone in the woods as well, correct?

[Nice lead in Enjolras, but it's safe to say he's not going to push the conversation further. He's not up to talking much himself.]

[anythingwithstrings]

I can manage that, and every other overplayed song nobody needs to really hear.

*She forgot people who are year round in camp didn't get all the fun of overplayed radio songs. ...And he had to bring it up, and the air around Maya practically chilled. She... didn't want to talk about it, but she didn't want to lie, but she didn't want to talk about it.*

...It isn't a big deal...

[weneedasign]

[He could almost feel the chill in the air around her. He shakes his head.]

It is.

[But in the end, if she wants it dropped then it's dropped. He's just glad to have his suspicions confirmed.]

If you ever do want to talk about it, I'm here.

[There's a small pause and he looks down at the blanket.]

Also, if it helps which it probably doesn't, I saw someone too.

[anythingwithstrings]

It isn't. I don't want to let this become me, and the more people that know, the more likely that is. I don't need anymore therapy, I just need to let the past rest!

*Maya lashed out, she was tired of it, she was tired of it being such a big deal. It happened, she was moving on until some asshole brought it all back.*

Look, I've told someone, I cried, I just want it to rest so I can be myself. And not have everyone see me for what he did.

*She's not sure how to react to his statement of seeing someone. She has no idea if his was a betrayal, or just a dead loved one. She wasn't sure how that difference mattered, if it mattered at all.*

...Why'd you go out there anyway?

[weneedasign]

[To the lashing out he just raises his hands in a placating gesture.]

It is, but I'm glad you talked to someone.

But sometimes letting the past rest is easier said then done.

[He knows that for a fact.

To her question he gives her an almost confused look.]

I went because you had been acting off since you went to woods, Dany has as well. I was worried and wanted to see what was going on. I just... Didn't expect to see a ghost.

[anythingwithstrings]

The whole reason I was willing to come here was to leave this behind. I was tired of everyone looking at me, thinking about it, viewing me as... whatever they thought, based on what he did.

*The girlfriend of the dead kid. She could tell, the whispers when she left a room, the silences when she entered. It hurt so much, to be so alone surrounded by gawkers.*

...Why did you do something so boneheaded!? Just because I wouldn't talk about it doesn't mean I wouldn't have warned you that was a stupid plan.

sorry for sudden backtag!!! ;; Thought I'd responded earlier!

[weneedasign]

[He's curious what she means by that, but Enjolras is slowly getting the picture that at least something horrible happened to someone she was close too.

It's a bit odd how common that seems to be.]

You are aware that at least I would never look at you differently, especially based on something someone else did.

[Really, why did people do that?]

I'm well aware it wasn't the most brilliant of plans! That doesn't change the fact that I was worried about my family and friends and wanted to see what was going on.

[And that is one of the rare moments Enjolras has referred to anyone in the Apollo cabin as family.]

It's fine!

[anythingwithstrings]

*She looked at him for a long hard moment as she worked out the actual choice of sharing. Her emotions weren't bubbling over to be shared to take some of the pressure off her own heart. She wasn't... exploding, so she was actually going to have to make the choice to tell him... could she. He... was family, sorta.*

...He was my boyfriend. And he killed himself.

*A bitter taste enters her mouth but she pushes to explain this fully before she loses her nerve.*

It- he just did it, he'd been acting a little weird the few days before. But... he wasn't- it just happened. And I hated him for it, and I hated everyone around me for freaking out over it. Eventually I snapped, but I managed to put everything behind me and try to move on. I didn't want to think about it anymore, and I definitely didn't want to tell that bitch Eponine about it the day I arrived here.

And then there he is, in the woods near camp. Acting like nothing happened. I had thought I put my feelings to bed, that no part of me wanted him back. So seeing him... knowing it was a lie, but wanting it to be- you know.

I want whoever did this to suffer.