Emma: With a frustrated growl, the Empath ripped the page from her sketchbook, crumpled it up and launched it in the direction of the trash can. What the hell was wrong with her? Sure, she usually got stuck on a subject for long periods of time but this was ridiculous. Here she was trying to draw something, ANYTHING and somehow everything warped into images of her slayer. She didn’t mind drawing the younger woman but it did make Kel uncomfortable which was the last thing she needed on top of all this emotional crap. The waves of confusion and turmoil constantly exuding from the brunette were enough to make your third eye bleed or your brain explode. Whichever happened first. Eyes shifted to examine the younger one that lay on the bed reading, or something akin to it. Calming her own emotions and breathing, eyes closed before she spoke gently, "is, um, is something wrong?"
Kelsey: Fingers continued to trail over the sides of the book pages, letting the paper fall away from her fingertips with each passing. Thoughts continued to flow this way and that. What was there that she could really do? The book had become all but abandoned at this point as the slayer used it as more of a decoration and an absent minded physical distraction then an actual tool of information. Breathing was slow and somewhat controlled as the slayer tried to get her thoughts and emotions back to some vague resemblance of order. The flying glob of paper was caught in her peripheral vision but didn’t make enough sense for the movement and color to fully register in her mind. The real world was something that had been pushed out of the slayer’s own personal reality for the moment as emotions still remained a great deal more complex then anything Kelsey had ever dealt with before in her life. What coping mechanisms did the tough girl really have to handle a situation that she’d never been in, in her entire life before?
Words barely pierced her reality as eyes remained on the book without seeing anything on the page at all. “Hhhmmm?.... Oh… fine.” The words were absently passed through lips from a mind that didn’t even realize there was an outside world at all in this moment.
Emma: The response caused the redhead to glower, crossing her arms in annoyance. Giving the other girl a hard stare, she waited for any sort of reaction but it seemed Kelsey was too far gone. What was it with chicks like her? Being "tough" by holding everything in was damn annoying and though she thought they’d been over this it went in one ear and out the other obviously. Blue eyes fell back to the blank page before her bitterly. Wasn’t she in a lovely mood. With everything happening in the hotel, the range of emotions around here had been like standing in the middle of a hurricane. She wasn’t sure why she was still sane. Kelsey wasn’t an exception to the barrage of emotions and she wished the younger girl would just. . .talk to her. Was that so hard? Clearly it was more complex than brain surgery. Shoving the book out of her lap, she let the pencil slip to the floor as well. ‘I give up. This is impossible and she’s not making it any easier.’