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[KJARA VON RAEL]

&KJARA

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I remembered black skies
The lightning all around me
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Rubbing her face with her hands, Kjara walked down the stairs of her dorm and headed out. She couldn’t sleep. There was so much on her mind. KJ wanted to cry so badly. It was around, maybe four in the morning, and she had yet to get a wink of sleep. Was it because of her bad habits? Before coming back to school Kjara von Rael had traveled all of Europe. She would travel at night and sleep during the day. Sometimes, she rarely would walk on two legs. Most of the time, she was in the form of a wolf or dog, running through bare countries and large cities, trying to find something. But she didn’t even know what she was really looking for. As she made her way into the dining hall, she let her senses stretch as she felt for any animal life around here. There were none, except for the few rats, the bats, the owls, and critters running around campus. She wasn’t in the mood to put up with them anymore. She wasn’t in the mood anymore. Kjara was so tired of acting happy when she knew, deep down, she wasn’t happy at all.

She sat at one of the large tables, wrapping her favorite snuggie around her as she laid her head on the table, tears pouring out of her eyes. At the moment, she didn’t have her contacts in, so she had her normal blue and green eye. She even had the tattoo on her face showing: The intricate swirls, spikes, and dots on her right cheek. She just didn’t care anymore. Nothing was the same as it used to be. Pulling her arms up onto the table, she pulled her legs in Indian style, and let her head rest on her arms as she sobbed her heart out. This was the first time she has cried in…about two months? Longer maybe. There’s no telling, because the sophomore didn’t really remember anything anymore. It didn’t seem to pass her mind. Finally, when her back had begun to cramp in pain, did she stand up and make her way towards the towering windows.

Kjara elegantly jumped on the sill, wide enough for her to sit against the wall comfortably and have room for another person in front of her. She leaned her head against he painted glass, her eyes searching for something. Anything. But, there was nothing in the glass except for pretty colors and intricate swirls that meant nothing to her. Her dirty blonde hair fell against her shoulders in thick waves, the natural highlights catching a few glints of light as she laid there, tears flowing out of her eyes. Her mind drifted from how she had changed so much. Even Ezra noticed it. And Ezra didn’t really notice things that had emotionally changed about someone. He was more into the...physical kind of world.

And, well, she had changed. She was a bitch now. She didn’t really care about anyone’s feelings. She kept herself in a tight shell to keep anyone else from getting hurt. When someone new tried to get loose, she blocked them away. Locked her heart so that no one else could get in there. She even locked herself out. She didn’t know who she was anymore. With a soft sigh, she pulled out her iPod and began to listen to New Divide, before changing her mind and tuning it to “Before The Dawn”. Since she was alone, she opened her mouth and began to sing. Although she sounded quite country with her Scandinavian accent when she talked normally, when she sang it was as people say “an angel singing”. As the words slipped out of her mouth, she let her guard drop once again, and let the sobs escape her chest as she closed her eyes.

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[AMORE WRIGHT-BRYANT]

it ain't no joke i'd like to buy the world a toke ~ !
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Walking down the halls of the rather large, in his opinion, school was was sixteen year old boy. Why was this sixteen year old boy up at four in the morning? Munchies from hell. Luckily he was an experienced pot head and kept a snickers bar by his bed. Amore was now snacking on a snickers bar, skipping. He wasn't exactly sure where he was heading, it was four in the morning and he was still pretty high, but whatever it was; Amore just hoped it was fun. He had been having a pretty boring day, and that was not acceptable. He could have gone to the club, but he didn't for the fact he couldn't find anyone to go with. Though Amore would have gone by himself, he wasn't in the mood to go alone. He had friends, but they all seemed to be busy today. Which was one of the reasons the sixteen year old was stoned. Weed was the best boredom remover out there, and with a power like his, it was free. All he needed was a little dirt and he could grow whatever he wanted. Which was why he kept a plant potter under his bed. As we speak, he had a joint in his back pocket, just waiting to be lit up and smoked. Amore was saving that for after the snickers bar, of course.

Amore's converse shuffled over the floor as he bit down into the chocolaty goodness once more. Only one ear bud from his iPod was placed in his ear, playing the low music of some screamo band. He was too lazy to check and see what it was. But something clashed with it. It wasn't bad sounding or anything, it was actually extremely pretty; but it just didn't go with screamo. Amore stopped and removed the small device from his ear and listened quietly. Walking toward the sound of the singing, Amore soon found himself in the dining hall. A small smile came to his lips as he saw a girl singing by the window, that was until he realized she was crying. That made him sad. Sure, he was a demon. He was suppose to be all 'hatehatehate', but Amore just couldn't bring himself to do that. Keeping a small, comforting smile, Amore walked up to the window the girl was sitting at. "Hey," Amore said, sitting down in the free space by the window. He was too high to think about personal space. "What's the matter?" Amore asked, tilting his head to the side. He hoped his hat wouldn't fall off. That would suck. Before he knew what he was doing, Amore had leaned over and gave the girl a quick hug. Hugging was his thing, he had a problem with it. "I'm Amore. Want a hit?" Amore asked, standing up and removing the joint from his pocket. Sure, it probably wasn't the average conversation starter; but whatever. Amore removed a small lighter from his pocket and held it out to the girl with the same hand that was holding out the joint. Why not share something you would never run out of?

Amore sat down on the floor, right under the window sill, so now he had to look up at the girl. He let his legs stretch out in front of him, crossing them at the ankles and leaning back on his elbows. The snickers bar was placed beside him, waiting to be finished later. For now, the munchies had subsided. Probably from the site of a crying person. Amore hated seeing people sad, and would try anything he could to get them to stop. Sorrow was such a negative energy. "You have a really pretty voice, by the way." Amore thought that might cheer her up. Compliments seemed to work on some people. On other it made them worst. People were so confusing.

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[KJARA VON RAEL]

&KJARA

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There was nothing in sight
But memories left abandoned
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It wasn’t until she hear a voice in her ear did she realize that someone was near her. Her whole body jerked slightly and the demon let out a feral snarl, and before she knew it, she was on the window sill aa an ocelot, the iPod clattering on the area she was sitting, and her blankey sprawled everywhere. But then, she realized it was just a kid. A guy, actually. Kjara let out a breath of air as her body slowly began to shift back into its normal. “Sorry,” she said quietly, trying to hide the evidence of her tears. “You scared-“ KJ didn’t even have time to finish her words before the guy had reached over and hugged her. She blinked twice when he pulled away to dig in his pocket. “Oh..uh.” she thought of what to say as she watched him pull out a joint, her eyes wide and her brows rose. “Lotsa shit. I guess you could say reality hitting on me. And…” she smiled slightly. “Don’t mind if I do.” She took the joint and lighter from his out stretched hand, watching his every movement like an animal watches its prey. She then remembered her manners and nodded to him. “I’m Kjara. Pleasure to meet you Amore.” She then stuck the joint in her mouth, watching Amore crawl down from the ledge and lean against the wall. When she heard his comment about her singing, she smiled softy and blushed.

“Thanks.”

As Kjara lit the joint and took a big hit, she grabbed her things and dropped them to the floor, one by one. First, she tossed her blanket. Then she let her iPod drop down on her blankey, and then did she crawl down, to cuddle up around herself beside Amore. She then passed the lit joint back to Amore, letting the smoke come out in rings from her mouth. When one seemed to make a funny figure, Kjara laughed, causing the smoke to go everywhere for a moment. Smacking her lips, she lowered her hands and sighed heavily, comfortable at the moment.

“What are you doing up so late?” she asked him, turning her blue and green eye onto his brown ones. Now, did she really seem to look at him: he had snake bite piercings on his lips. His hair was jet black and fell in his eyes, in the same style Sam’s fell. His eyebrows were a light colored brown, but his eyes are what caught her attention the most. At first they seemed to be brown in the darkness, but now she wasn’t so sure. They seemed to be a grey brown color, maybe a cross between brown, blue, and green. A smile pulled at her face as she pulled her feet up, pulling her blanket around her tighter, even though she had a hoodie and sweatpants on. It was surprising chilly in this hall. Maybe because it was so large, empty, and made of like, all marble. He wore a brown hat with a peace sign, a cream shirt with a girl catching a heart, peace sign converses (which she drooled over), blue skinny jeans, a necklace with mushrooms, bracelets with peace signs, and even a monkey ring. And a peace sign ring! Stoned off of her ass already, she leaned back to look at him.

“Wow. You really like those peace signs dontcha?” laughing quietly, she shook her head, her wavy hair dancing slightly. “I like them shoes by the way.” She looked down at her bedroom slippers and gave a smug smile. She wore a bright pink shirt with a green dinosaur on it (with 3D glasses!), grey sweatpants, with a blue and grey Volcom hoodie. She sure didn’t look her best. Blushing slightly and wishing she looked better; she flipped her hair out of her eyes and looked back at Amore. “You’re cute. And you have really nice eyes.”

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[AMORE WRIGHT-BRYANT]

it ain't no joke i'd like to buy the world a toke ~ !
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Jumping slightly as the girl snarled toward him. Amore was honestly scared. He couldn't fight off a butterfly, let alone a person. But she seemed to calm down, which allowed him to do so as well. No matter how stoned he was, Amore still freaked out about violence and pretty much anything that could be linked with it. But fear never lasted long with him. Once she seemed to be all cool and non-scary again, he went about trying to make her feel better. Waving off the apology with a hand when he caught it. "No problem. I probably should have learned not to sneak up on people at this school by now." Amore said, giggling a bit. It was another side affect he had from pot. He giggled like a maniac at times. After he hugged her and pulled out the joint, she started to say what was wrong with her. Amore was glad she wasn't being all silent and not wanting to talk. He couldn't try and help her if he didn't know what was wrong. "Reality can suck bad. You just gotta find the up side to things." That was Amore's plan for life. Everything had an upside, and he was damn determined to find them all. Amore listened as she introduced herself. "Pleasure's all mine, Kjara." Amore was honest about that. She seemed cool enough so far, he just hoped she wasn't wrong and she was really some scary killer person. Seeing her blush after he complimented her made him assume she wasn't a killer... though he knew not to assume anything about people at this school. "No problem, just telling the truth." Amore gave a small shrug, his smile growing slightly larger with the fact things seemed to be going nicely with the stranger.

Amore watched as Kjara started to lower her things from the window to join him on the floor. Once she was down, she passed him the joint. Following her movements, he took a rather large drag from it and held it there for a second, then let it out in a simple smoke line. He could do fancy things, but he wasn't really in the mood to do them right now. It was mainly just when he was showing off. Amore waited till he was done exhaling the smoke before offering the joint back to Kjara. Luckily it was late and no teachers would be going in there. Other students maybe, but he doubted it. They were all either asleep or occupying their times doing something else. Like out partying, studying or walking somewhere a tad more interesting then the dining hall. In fact, if it wasn't for the singing and the fact Kjara had been crying, Amore would probably be some where else by now. Not that he minded. Looking over the girl, she seemed nice enough. Not one of those snobby people, hopefully. You couldn't always tell by looks. He did, however, wonder if she was violent. Amore wasn't judge mental when it came to violent people, it was just that violence terrified him to the point of crying or fainting. Both of which he didn't like doing.

The question pulled Amore out of his own thoughts. "Munchies," Amore said, pointing at the snickers bar. "I swear I'm going to gain five pounds from that thing alone." Amore was pretty sure he was past the line of being only a little high. When he himself knew he was completely stoned, then that meant he was extremely stoned. "You?" Amore was pretty sure he already knew why. Whenever he was sad, he couldn't bring himself to go to bed either. If that was the case though, Amore hoped that the grass would help her out. He kinda felt bad for asking now, he didn't want to send her back into crying. "Sleep is overrated anyhow. All you do is miss eight to ten hours of your life." Amore said with a chuckle. It wasn't exactly his actual thoughts, but it sounded good enough at the moment. He wasn't exactly in the right position to think anything through. He could barely remember what he was talking about five minutes ago.

Amore smiled when she pointed at his many peace signs. It was true, he did like to express his hippie-nism. "Yeah. Peace is the coolest thing on this planet. Violence is scary shit." Amore said, biting at one of his snake bites for no apparent reason. Her compliment to his shoes came next, which caused the smile to grow a little larger. If one thing Amore loved, besides partying, was shoes. "Thanks. But your shirt owns all." It was true. Dinosaurs were one of the coolest things in the planet. Plus, Amore always thought that you should return a compliment when it was given to you. And though he liked the other things she was wear (even though he assumed they were pajamas) he liked the shirt more. But the last thing would have taken him off guard if he wasn't completely obliterated from the pot. "Aww, thanks, Hun! You look really good too. And these," Amore said, pointing to his eyes, "are fake." Well, the eyes were real, but the color wasn't. He had contacts on. He didn't like always wearing his glasses. They made him look funny in his opinion. "My real eye color is nothing to brag about."

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“Yeah. Be glad I wasn’t Jason or any other demon. They would probably have killed you.”

Kjara laughed quietly, her eyes searching the area around them as she thought about his words. “Well, this isn’t your typical fuckin’ reality, kid.” she said letting her head fall back against the wall. It was so cold in here! Amore handed the joint back to Kjara, even though she was already stoned, and took another long, deep hit, letting it soak in her throat for a moment before letting it out. She held it in her hand for a moment, distracted by her thoughts as she drifted off, listening to his words for a moment. But when she looked over at him with the snickers bar, she busted out laughing till tears were falling out of her eyes. “Noo, there’s no way you’d gain five pounds. Maybe, like, two, or sommat.” she snorted, wiping the tears from her eyes and grew slightly serious when he asked why she was up so late. She dwelled on it for a moment, trying to figure out herself why she was up. “Long story short: after everyone left the school the first time, I stayed. I traveled over Europe either as a wolf or a dog. I would sleep during the day, and walk until I could walk no more and had to take a plane to get anywhere. As long as it was away from here. I guess it grew into a habit of sleping during the day and staying up at night. But, I’m slowly making it back to normal. Today was just…different than the others. It’s my mother’s death anniversary and in two days it would have been my anniversary with my boyfriend. But, he’s obviously not here.” she shrugged slightly, handing him the joint, her heterochromatic eyes glazed.

“Sometimes, you waste twelve. No big deal.” she giggled quietly. “I like hearts better than peace signs. But, I have a pair of shoes that have peace signs. They are soooo awesome. I love them to death.” giggling again, she snuggled up again under her cover, her eyes watching every movement that he made: she even noticed him biting his snake bite and she thought to herself ‘I wanna bite it”

Pitching giggles like hell at that thought, she tried to distract her self by thinking about what to say to his comment about her shirt. “You should see some of the shirts J ay has. They are insaannneeeee!”

While taking a closer look at him, letting the comment slide about her being “pretty”, she nodded gently. “I wear contacts too. I mean, who would want eyes like these? They scare people. I mean, at least you look decent and normal. I mean…I have a blue and a green eye! And a tattoo on my cheek!” she flailed her arms laughing quietly, watching Amore’s reaction. She wouldn’t be surprised if he laughed at her. Everyone else did.

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[AMORE WRIGHT-BRYANT]

it ain't no joke i'd like to buy the world a toke ~ !
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Amore, being rather high, just laughed and nodded when she said something about a guy named Jason and other demons. He didn't know that guy, and he didn't like the thought of dying; so the best response he could think of right then was to just laugh and nod. It kept things simple and kept him from looking like a retard. Not to mention, when Amore was high, he laughed/giggled/chuckled more then any normal hu..demon should. Amore shrugged at her words. So, reality wasn't typical. It was sad and happy, though Amore always tried to look on the bright side and keep things happy, he knew there was a second side to things. But you always had the choice to choose what side to be on, right? "Then look for an non-typical upside, I guess." Amore mused out, half thinking the answer through and giggling when it was out. There was a rather large grin across his face as he thought about what he had said. Just because Amore was high didn't mean he couldn't think about things. Well, maybe it did, but he wasn't thinking like a normal person was. Amore was rather too out there to realize he didn't have the joint in his hand anymore when he mentioned the snickers bar thing. He saw her bust out laughing, which rather made him laugh too. The good thing about pot was that the others mood contributed to what you were feeling. Like now, she was happy so he was happy. When she got sad.. well he would still be happy, but he would try his hardest to make her happy again. "You're probably right. I'm too high to think clearly now. My luck they probably snuck some secret fattening chemical in there." Amore said, chuckling at the thought of someone purposely trying to make him fat. It would be rather weird.

Amore watched as she grew serious, making him listen closer to what she was about to say. He didn't interrupt as she talked, and managed to actually pay attention though he his mind was seven places right now. When she was done, Amore made a 'oh' face and accepted the joint. Taking a drag as he thought over what she had just said. Amore didn't know how he would react if his parents had died... well, his adopted parents. He didn't really know where, or if, his real parents were living. Blowing out the smoke, he let the smile return to his face. "Well, I guess the only upside to that is you got to travel the world. In all sixteen years, I've been in Florida and then here." It was the best he could do. Normally Amore could drum up better upsides then that. He kind of wished that Hera was here. It was his kitten. I know it was weird for a guy that transformed into a mouse to have a cat, but whatever. He put her in her kennel before he did that. Her made people feel better usually. It was hard to feel sad with a kitten purring and cuddling with you. "I'm sorry though. I know what it's like to lose your mom.. it sucks." Amore said, the smile drifting from his face for a second before he brought it back with another drag of the joint. He wasn't going to allow himself to be one of those depressed high people. They were annoying, crying and whining even though they didn't really know what the hell they were saying.

Again, Amore giggled with her over her comment about time wasting. Or, well her reply to his comment. "Once, I got so wasted I slept fourteen hours. It was horrible. I woke up all zombie like." Amore scrunched up his nose at the thought. It was the truth though. No point in lying. Amore handed the joint back to her right before the heart and peace comment. "Yeah. I guess I'm just a hippie. These," Amore pointed at his shoes, "are actually womens shoes." Amore was pretty sure it wasn't a good thing he wore womens shoes. They barely had a size big enough for him, him being about ten-ten in a half. It might be considered 'tiny' for a guy, but he was only sixteen! He was still growing. And despite people's opinions, shoe sizes really don't judge.. 'that part' of a guy. "You'll have to show me those shoes though. I love shoes." It was the truth again. Amore had so many shoes it couldn't be good. Shoes and any other accessory you could think of.

At the mention of her eyes scaring people, Amore leaned in a bit to look at them. They were actually extremely pretty. He thought it was bad ass they were mismatched. He knew people that went as far to only put in one contact to get eyes like that. "Dude! What are you talking about? Your eyes are awesome. Do you know how many people would kill to have your eyes?" Amore said in astonishment at her comment about them scaring people. Shaking his head again and smiling at her flailing her arms, he sighed. "I don't know what mirror you've been looking at, but it's apparently broken. You look decent and normal. Some people have tattoos all over their bodies, a tattoo on your cheek isn't that abnormal. Sure, kids around here might not have any; but so? You're at a school for kids who have freaky powers. I can turn into a mouse! If they even think about calling you weird then they are the ones that need a mirror. You're perfectly fine, if not better." Amore said, nodding his head to agree with himself. "Everyone is beautiful in their own way. Everyone. And yes, you're part of that group." Amore stated.

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