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[Elizaveta Héderváry]

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[attr="class","YAMtext"] The hot sun beating down on Eliza’s neck didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest. If anything, it was a motivator. just something that would push her to train harder, so she could to the water sooner. Eliza trained hard, certainly. She put her powers to good use, and was one of the best fighters around camp. She had been around since she was younger, the girl was quite the tomboy, despite what her frilly loli-style skirt may have said about her. Honestly, she thought fashion had very little to do with her persona. She just thought the flower in her hair was cute, something to add to her wavy brown locks. However, now she was just in a simple white tank top and a worn black tennis skirt, along with her favorite pair of worn in sneakers. The brunette panted, her chest heaving slightly, though that may not have been to visible considering the fact that she had a tight sports bra on. There was no way she was going to be training without one, unless any onlookers really wanted to get a sword to the face. The Daughter of Athena wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead, huffing slightly. It was far too hot for her to be training for hours with little to no water. Good gods, what was she thinking… Nothing good. Whatever frustrated her, Eliza vented it out through training, or fanfiction. Writing angst was a great way to relieve tension, but it was never fun when you nose bleed all over your fic. With one last jab, Eliza went in for the kill with the dummy she had been hacking apart. However, as she landed her hit, she felt a sharp pain up her leg, stemming from where the foot and leg connected. She was sure she hadn’t broken anything by the looks of it, but it seemed rather she had twisted it. Nothing really lasting, but damn did it hurt in the moment. Eliza bit her lip, grunting slightly in pain, leaving her sword skewered in the dummy. The fact that it was jammed into a dummy was hopefully enough to say ‘You know, maybe this shouldn’t be touched’, or perhaps people truly were growing stupider by the day. Eliza hobbled off, keeping the delicate balance of pressure on her foot. She had twisted her ankle before quite a few times, and even broken body parts from riding. Getting thrown off a horse tended to have some quite negative side effects on someone. Sometimes those included broken collarbones. It wasn’t uncommon for the young girl to get into fights when she was young too. She was a little spitfire, one of the camps mischief makers. She also might have been the only one who didn’t mind stable duty either. Eliza grew on a ranch, for the gods sake. She had grown used to the smell of barnyard and animal feces. Eliza truly loved animals… They were better companions than people, sometimes. Especially horses. Riding them was one of the most comforting things she had. She was very upset at the loss of the stables after the war, as they were one of her favorite parts of camp. It wasn’t even mostly the pegasi, in fact, pegasi terrified her. She had a favorite horse too, Agnes. She went to the stables nearly everyday… Eliza had hobbled over towards the place she would have assumed would be the best for a dip in cold water, one that wouldn’t leave a salty cracked feeling to her clothes. The lake by camp was quite clean, and submerging her ankle in cold water would be good to reduce the pain in a way that didn’t require a trip to the medical tent. She had always hated having to go to the infirmary at camp, because it just kept her grounded for longer. I mean, yeah the infirmary was pretty helpful when you had third degree burns all down the side of your arm because of the lava wall, but Eliza insisted she was fine the next day. Eliza sat down on the side of a large rock, slowly dipping her ankle into the water. The cold felt so nice, part of her wanted to hop in, maybe float a bit on her back to raise her ankle. I mean, she was just wearing a tank and tennis skirt. She had a clothesline for a reason, right? Eliza was distracted, she didn’t even consider the possibility that someone may have been behind her, much less have heard their footsteps.

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shake it out

REGRETS COLLECT LIKE OLD FRIENDS HERE TO RELIVE YOUR DARKEST MOMENTS. I CAN SEE NO WAY, I CAN SEE NO WAY. AND ALL OF THE GHOULS COME OUT TO PLAY. AND EVERY DEMONS WANTS HIS POUND OF FLESH, BUT I LIKE TO KEEP SOME THINGS TO MYSELF. I LIKE TO KEEP MY ISSUES DRAWN.

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regrets collect like old friends here to relive your darkest moments. i can see no way, i can see no way. and all of the ghouls come out to play. and every demon wants his pound of flesh, but i like to keep some things to myself. i like to keep my issues drawn. it's always darkest before the dawn. i've been a fool, and i've been blind! i can never leave the past behind! i can see no way, i can see no way! i'm always draggin' that horse around. all of these questions, such a mournful sound. but tonight, i'm gonna bury that horse in the ground. i like to keep my issues drawn. it's always darkest before the dawn. shake it out, shake it out. shake it out, shake it out. oh. shake it out, shake it out. shake it out, shake it out. oh. and it's hard to dance with a devil on your back, so shake 'im out. oh.

and i am done with my graceless heart, so tonight i'm gonna cut it out and then restart. i like to keep my issues drawn. it's always darkest before the dawn! shake it out, shake it out. shake it out, shake it out. oh. shake it out, shake it out. shake it out, shake it out. oh. and it's hard to dance with a devil on your back, so shake 'im out. oh.

and i'm danged if i do, and i'm danged if i don't. so here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road. and i'm ready to suffer, i'm ready to hope. it's a shot in the dark and something or other, seriously, what are the words. lookin' for heaven - found a devil in me. lookin' for heaven - found a devil in me. but why the heck did i never let it happen to me? shake it out, shake it out. shake it out, shake it out. oh. shake it out, shake it out. shake it out, shake it out. oh. and it's hard to dance with a devil on your back, so shake 'im out. oh. shake it out, shake it out. shake it out, shake it out. oh. shake it out, shake it out. shake it out, shake it out. oh. and it's hard to dance with a devil on your back, so shake 'im out. oh.

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