Iris Message/Action

[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.]

Comments

BABBIES.

[clearasil]

Holy shit, dude.

[ Extending her hand, she manages to keep the bow in midair so he doesn't actually break it, and sends it into her own hands. ]

I think punching pillows would have been a lot kinder to you if you needed to, like, do something violent.

I DON'T CARE IF THIS ICON ISN'T APPROPRIATE. I need to use it

[weneedasign]

[His eyes widen when he realizes that Natalie is there, and keeping him from breaking his bow. An embarrassment creeps up at the fact he lost his composure in front of someone.]

I've never understood the concept of screaming or punching a pillow.

[Plus that would mean he has to go back to his cabin, and he doesn't really want the rest of his siblings to realize how upset this whole ordeal has made him.

Even if it might be obvious. He's trying.]

[clearasil]

[ Easily, Natalie catches the bow with one hand and keeps it safe from him. Just in case. ]

Believe me, I know lots of shit about stress relief. [ Not that any methods really work on her, but she's doing better. May as well help her friends out in this strange, surreal time of need. ]

What's up?

[weneedasign]

Nothing.

[The answer is short, clipped. He knows that it's Natalie, so she'll probably find out eventually, but he doesn't want to show anymore weakness then necessary.

So instead he holds out his hand for his weapon.]

May I have my bow back?

[clearasil]

If you promise not to let yourself bleed to death over it. Jeez, Enjolras.

[ She uses the bow to point to his arm, raising her eyebrows at him.

Other than that, she won't question. That's not her style. ]

[weneedasign]

[He looks from her to his arm. ]

There just scratches.

[Just... More then one and a couple bruises...]

[clearasil]

Come on, man. I'm putting you on probation until you get some protective gear or something..

[ Stern face :| :| :|. It's bad when Natalie's telling you not to go overboard. ]

[weneedasign]

Probation.

[He repeats the word, staring at her incredulously.]

[clearasil]

[ Like the smartass she is: ] A court order where a criminal has to spend time being supervised by an officer instead of going to prison. Or: as one counselor to another, I'm watching you until you calm the eff down with the maiming.

[ With a snap of her fingers, Natalie summons some bandages out of thin air to wrap themselves around his cuts. ]