Claire sunk to her knees in the hotel. Calo was with them, as she was to stay in the room next to Lowery and Leppa. Owen touched her wrist, as she refused to move. Claire screamed and buried her head in one knee. Calo pulled some stuff out of her bag. She got out a bowl and poured in a rather odd concoction: Honely, globs of it, crushed rose leaves, one mint leaf, a crushed Painkiller, and water. She mixed it all together, then poured it into a needle. Calo held it up to Owen, Lowery, and Leppa, who nodded an ok. Calo lightly put a hand on Claire's arm, even though she screamed, and injected it into her arm. Almost instantly she fell asleep. "It's a sickness only recently discovered. It stems from stress, blood-loss, and fever. Then it gets to the point Claire was at, though I've never seen it that bad. Then in the final stage, she would be dying, screaming till she lost her voice, feeling nothing but pain." Calo stated as Owen picked Claire up and carried her into their room. "Thank you. You saved her life." He stated, then disappeared into the room.
Calo twirled her fingers through her black hair. Much like Leppa, she wore skinny jeans and a Navy-Blue jacket, but her shirt was plain white and she wore black cowboy boots. One eye was a dark shade of gray that turned lighter in the sun, the other was a light-blue that changed to yellow occasionally. Her nails were simple, painted black and white, and her main weapon was a bow and arrow. She was most comfortable with it, at ease, even. She frowned as her dark-gray eye changed to yellow, much like a wolf's unchanging yellow (mostly) eyes. Calo pulled out her bow, a beautiful thing, with a grip of snakeskin. She pulled the eagle-feather she'd gotten years ago, the first thing she'd ever shot, and fixed it in her hair. No matter what, it always stayed in. She looked at her appearance: Raw scratches that covered her face and hands, bruises along her arms, a scar across one eye that somehow caused it to occasionally change yellow, and fresh cuts from a fight she'd always wanted to win. Calo studied the scar across her eye: It had once been a light gray. Then Wu and pretty much everyone else began to hate her, abuse her, and she'd earned a hard punch to the eye from Ruthless because she'd fought back when Lock kicked her. She'd punched her so hard she had a black eye for 2 months, and when it disappeared, her eye was a shade of dark gray with a slit like a cat's eye. The scar came when Wu injected her with a needle that should've made her blind. But he failed, for he had put in a strong, bright yellow dye that removed the effects of whatever was in it. He injected it first above her right eye first, as they had to be done one at a time, but she punched him, and he only injected some of it. Wu cut across her eye, forming a scar that would forever remind her what he could do.
Calo watched as it slowly faded back to gray. It stayed for a random amount of time before fading. She didn't bother with her hair, it was fine so long as it wasn't all over the place. She thought of Thresh with a sad expression and got a rose from her hunting bag. Calo ran out, flinging herself down the stairs instead of using the elevator, and laid a rose by the spot where Thresh had died.
Claire looked out the window and watched as Calo ran out the door, a rose in hand. She squinted to see the far-away tree, and Calo, placing down the rose. She remembered how she'd never considered this girl was like a slave to them, that her only friend was Thresh, and she'd let her Raptors kill it...Claire put a hand to the window and laid her head against it. She was still tired from the effects of whatever she'd had earlier, but either way, she had to apologize to Calo.
Lowery watched Leppa as she coded something on Jurassic World's website. As if able to see him watching, she said "I'm coding the website so nobody can hack into it anymore. Claire said Wu was able to speak with her when she went on it." That's more than I'd ever think of doing. Lowery thought, admiring how smart Leppa was. He watched her rapidly type as she coded, her fingers flying without a glance at the keyboard. Without looking at him, Leppa said: "I've practiced typing for a while now. That's why I can type so fast without looking." Lowery frowned. "Ok, now It's like you're reading my mind. Explanation?" He questioned expectantly. She turned the chair with a kick of her foot and got up to sit cross-legged in front of Lowery. "I've studied animals and people for years. Especially Dilemma. I study the reactions of the people looking at them all, saw their faces through the corner of my eye every time I drop from the top entrance to the Aviary closure. They know they could eat me in one fell swoop, pick me apart with their beak or talons. They all know Dilemma could ignore me as I fall through the top maintaining a somehow upright position, that I should be dead. I study them. I know how they think. Eventually, as my hair grew wilder around my eyes I was able to study anyone without being noticed. Whenever I walked into the main room, the camera room, whatever you wished to call it, I was able to read your expression. Well, you hide it well, but I figured it out eventually." She answered, not looking aggravated or angry or happy or sad or - anything. She was expressionless. Devoid of emotion. And yet, Lowery saw, somewhere in her eyes, she still loved him, and saw that she knew he just wanted to know more about her.
Owen watched Claire as she stared through the glass window at Calo, running back without a thought, looking only ahead and not behind. At the door, she turned and notched an arrow, then pulled it back. She shot at the sky, the arrow arching down but never coming down. When in finally did, there was a dead crow on it and it landed at her feet. Owen put a hand on Claire's shoulder. "Don't. Not yet. You can't go yet, but when you're better, you can go apologize. Deal?" He asked, giving her, unlike Wu probably did to Calo, freedom of choice. Claire's gaze softened. Some people thought they owned her, but Owen didn't. Instantly she felt bad for Calo, but she nodded agreement.
Alright, fine, I got attached to Calo and decided she WILL be important. Very. The thing she feels comfortable with is a bow. As in, bow and arrow. Calo will be a part of the sort of gang/group between Leppa , Lowery, Owen, and Claire. Just as I did when introducing Leppa, I described Calo. And her background. Soon, Leppa will get one too. I decided: Alright, let's do all their POV'S in one chapter. So you know how Claire is always the one in trouble? Expect a bit of a *Evil laugh* Switch...Don't worry, no mainies (Leppa, Lowery, Claire, Owen, Calo) are going to die. Your friend, who takes up to 2 days to finish a chapter and then copies and pastes it to a new doc due to issues with my computer's favorite line, Long Running Script, ~Shatter