The Facility

Abby eyes soften as she heard Cole's last words. So cute! Yet so sad... If he was just a little older she'd make him her boy toy, but it's not like she'll go for a guy like that.
"That's nice," she replied, looking at more of his art. "I don't have that many talents...I mean, I can whistle pretty good. And be stubborn." she chuckled lightly at that last one. "But you already know that."

Cole frowned for a moment then got a wicked grin. "What about singing, I want to hear a few notes. Maybe thats your talent."

Abby quirked an eyebrow. "Singing? Please, I'm no pop singer."
Yet after she said that she started singing on a impluse, letting her voice flow quietly through the air.
You know I can't take one more step towards you,
'Cause all that's waiting is regret,
And no I'm not your ghost anymore,
You lost the love I loved the most...

Cole raised a brow, "Not bad." She was wonderful......

Abby cringed her teeth, she was very concerned about how her voice was, hence she was told that her singing wasn't very good. Hence why she didn't sing and made fun of anyone who did sing. "Pff, whatever. I can whistle better." she then went off giving a series of whistles that sounded like bird chirps.

Cole laughed, "Calm down, your voice is amazing." Her whistling on the other hand could give him a headache, he hated birds.

Abby glared at him, whistling was a thing about her she liked. 'Cause I sound silly when I do it.
"Yeah, yeah, you're just a kid." she replied, wishing she could take back her words after they fell out her lips. "...I mean Cole."

He glared at her, "And you're a brat." He turned and dug a half sharpened pencil out of the pile and began sketching on a piece of paper.

"Hey!" she grabbed his hand to get the pencil out of his hand. "What did you call me?"

He shrugged and snatched the pencil back from her, "A brat, you got a problem with the truth?"

Abby scoffed and grabbed the pencil again "I am not!"

Taylor: I got shoved into the room by the guards and pounded onto the floor. I whimpered. I looked around and went to the corner of the room.

Cole stole it back again, careful not to set it on fire. "Are to!!" he started sketching again.

Abby started to get angry. If he wasn't fire proof, I'd set a fireball to his face! She went to go grab the pencil again, but missed and fell to the floor. She was kinda clumsy too.

Christian decided that waiting wasn't good enough, so he decided to look around the hallways. They're kinda scary... he thought, but the thoughts then set up on the guards pushing a blonde haired girl (Taylor) into a room. Once the guards left he decided to peer through her doorway. "Hello?"
He creeped slowly into the room. "Hellooo?"
((You seemed lonely Ale. Christian willz talkz to you~))

Cole cracked up laughing, the picture of her on fire turning to her falling into a pond while on fire. What? That way she didn't die.

Abby let out a "grr" as she got up. "You think that's funny?" she then attempted to push Cole on the floor. "Then how about this!"

Cole started to fall then grabbed the edge of the table and swept his foot back smoothly knocking her to the ground. He smirked, "I think its hilarious."

"Ow!" Abby exclaimed, shaking her head as she got up again. At least I almost got him "You are such a..."
She bit back her words. "You know, I'm going to be nice. 'Cause I'm mature."

Cole chuckled and added detail to the drawing, "Whatever floats your boat..."

Abby sighed heavily as she saw a picture of her--
"H-hey! Is that me?" she grabbed the paper, with her falling into a pool that was on fire. "Why you--!"

Cole shrugged and let her take the paper, it wasn't his best work. It had her on it. "Yeah, so?" He started drawing another.

Abby couldn't let out how frustrated she was calmly. So instead she just let out "grrs" and "ahhs" to express herself until she got herself relaxed.
"You are such a little kid."

Cole tried to keep calm but the pencil in his hand burst into flames. "What did you say?" His hair seemed to take on a faint bluish glow.

Abby took a step back, her eyes grew wide at the blue flame in his palm. He's gonna kill me! "What the h***, Cole?!"

Cole lost control, the flames urging him to stand and fight. His whole body seemed to take on the blueish glow as he walked towards her. Not in the studio... the voices reminded him. He nodded and continued forward.