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Started December 23, 2019 by @PrettyLittlePyro

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Backing away from him, a tight frown rested on her face. "Fine, if you're so sure." Joanna said, more harsh than she meant it. She strutted over to the elevator, and pressed on the button.

He rolled his eyes. Women! He followed after her, ignoring the tiniest flash of hurt that flashed through him at her tone.

Her fist was tight, and she stood there waiting for it to come down. She already didn't care for elevators, but she had heels on, and didn't feel like climbing the stairs. So she just ignored Arsen, and stood with a tight jaw.

Arsen was about to apologize, then stopped. Why should he? There was no reason to. He wasn't a puppy, going back to its master whenever it did something bad. When the elevator dinged, he left immediately, not even glancing behind him to check if Joanna was following. He opened the door to their rooms, and then shut it, before she had gotten a chance to get in.

Joanna ignored him on the way up, and once they were on their floor, she followed a few feet behind him. She wanted nothing to do with him… until he slammed the door in her face. "Ars!" She whisper yelled, now even more upset with him. Going through her purse, she couldn't find the door key, and groaned. "Of course, I left it. Because we were suppose to be together." She muttered, jiggling the handle. "Come on, let me in." She said through the door.

Arsen didn't hear her. He had went into his room. Now, he had no idea that she didn't have the keys.

"Come on, please? I know you're mad, but this is too cold. Even for you." She begged, giving up on trying to open the door. Her forehead was pressed against the door, and when she got no response, she sighed. Leaning against the door with her back, she slid down to the floor, and yanked her shoes off.

Arsen flopped onto his bed and buried his face into his pillows. Weak, he told himself. You lowered your guard around her. Why are you such an idiot? His head suddenly split, in a pounding headache, and he clenched his fists to stop himself from screaming. When it passed, he sat up, blinking. What was that? He shook his head. Why had he said such stupid stuff to Joanna? Had he seriously just insulted the System? What was wrong with him tonight?

Her face was in her hands, and she was forcing herself not to cry. If he ever did come to get the door, she didn't want him to know how she was feeling. He had hurt her, though she really didn't know how. Being locked out was a pretty crappy thing, on his part at least. Though she could have been a little less rude to him about everything. He hadn't really done anything wrong. She was just too annoyed to think. 'Pull yourself together!' She yelled at herself, before feeling sick once more. Her stomach turned, and she broke out into a cold sweat. Gagging a few times, she curled up into a ball and held her stomach.

Arsen pulled himself together. What was wrong with him? He felt a wave of shame rising through him. Insulting the System! What had come over him? He stood and opened his door. He glanced around the hotel room. Where was Joanna? Probably outside, sulking. He rolled his eyes and went to the door, to open it. As his hand touched he handle, to turn it, he was mildly surprised to see his veins a glowing red color. As he stared at his veins, a blinding pain built in his head, until he groaned and clenched his teeth, looking away and opening the door.

Everything happened in a flash, as she fell backwards. She hit her head hard on the floor, and was trying to keep from throwing up. "A-arse-" She squished her face tightly together, gripping at the hard wood floor. Slowly though she relaxed enough, to breath slow and steady. "W-what the hell was that?" She asked in a hoarse tone.

"What the hell was what?" Arsen asked sharply, more harshly than he had intended.

Blinking a few times, she realized she was starring up at his face. "I just… got really- nevermind. I wasn't expecting to fall backwards. That's all." She mumbled, holding the back of her head. Wincing as she sat up, she looked back up to him. "You seriously need to watch the tone of your voice."

"Or what?" Arsen held the door open for her, but when she stayed sitting, he held out his hand to her with a look of annoyance.

Ignoring his hand, she pushed herself up, and held her head in her hands. "I might legitimately cry. And I don't think you want an emotional break down happening, do you?" She hummed, kicking her shoes into the room.

"Not particularly." He scowled and shut the door to the main room, before turning to her. Having not turned the lights on when he first entered, his profile was dark against the doorway, the light from the hall outside leaking through the cracks on between the doorframe and the heavy wooden door. His features were almost unrecognizable. He moved away from the door and walked over to his room, before turning and glancing at Joanna. His eyes glowed slightly for a moment, a deep red, before he went into the room and closing the door.

The chills she had run down her back and neck were rather violent. She found herself backing away from him, a sense of fear overflowing her. Was she sleeping in the same hotel room as a psychopath? "N-night." She called out softly, before quickly ducking into her room. Sleep wasn't going to come tonight, she knew that for sure.

(You wanna timeskip.)

(Sure! To when?)

Arsen fixed his tie in the mirror and scowled at his appearance. Sure, he looked amazing, but he really wasn't in the mood. Ever since that night at the restaurant, he and Jo didn't seem to be getting along. They needed every opportunity to fight. To add to that, he had been getting splitting headaches as well, and weird flashes of visions about the Powells and Joanna. It was weird, and, frankly distracting.

He shook his head, turning away from the mirror and moving to the door of his room. It was the night of the party, and boy, was he ready for this to be done. He shook his head and turned the knob before going into the main area of the hotel to wait for Jo.

Unlike Arsen, Joanna was having a terrible time getting ready. It felt like she was entirely cursed. Knowing the week she had, it was very likely. Anytime she tried to talk to Arsen, it turned into a heated argument. She couldn’t say anything without ticking him off.
Though right now she really needed his help. Her makeup and hair wasn’t going well at all, and she hadn’t slept more than an hour and a half. She couldn’t think straight, tears of frustration running down her cheeks. “Just ask him, if he says no then deal with it.” She told herself, walking out of the bathroom. Having washed her face seven separate times, he skin was clear of makeup.
“A-Arsen?” She asked weakly, pushing her bedroom door open just slightly.

He was on the couch, staring moodily into space. He turned his head slightly when he heard her voice, and the now-familiar pounding headache started to build between his temples. "Yes?" He bit out, trying to sound polite. Lights flashed before his vision and be shook his hand, silvery magic sweeping between his fists, calming the sharp edge of his headache, although it still remained. "Is there something wrong?"

Giving him a pained expression, she sighed, dropping her gaze to the floor. "I… I need help. I can't focus, everything is a disaster." No, she wasn't trying to guilt trip him into helping her, it hurt her pride immensely just asking for his help. So in her best attempt to humble herself, she looked up to him. "I wouldn't ask if I had another choice, but I've been at this for twenty minutes and it's going nowhere. Please, help me, and after this I won't ever talk to you again. I won't ask you for anything, I won't even make snarky comments when I walk by." She was literally begging at this point, green eyes brimming with tears.

He sighed and stood, moving toward her. He just wanted her to stop begging. "Help with what?" He asked as gently as he could. "Your makeup?"

"Makeup, hair. I honestly don't know where to start." She sighed, putting her head in her hands. 'Thank you, special ability.' She would've smirked for swaying him so quickly, but she didn't want him to ask questions. "I'm sorry, I just… can't. I can't do anything right." Joanna mumbled, lifting her head. "Do you really not mind?"

"Of course I mind," he said, voice tired. "But if we want to stay under cover, then we need to be perfect." He sighed. "What is the dress again? I need to know what, so that I can help with the best style and colors."