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[KJARA VON RAEL]

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&KJARA

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Her hand trailed across the top of the tower, her hair gently blowing in the breeze. It was warm out today. And usually, that wasn’t a very normal thing. It used to be cold all the time. But now that summer was coming, everything was beginning to come out. Including Kjara. Placing her hands on the edge of the balcony, KJ took a deep breath to calm her rapidly beating heart. It hasn’t stopped thundering in her chest ever since she was brought news about Winterthrone opening up again. Sure, students were still disappearing and dying, but who cares, right? Well, KJ cared to a certain extent. She didn’t really have anything to do with the students that vanished or ended up dead. It was just the simple fear of knowing who was the one killing him. But, that my reader, is a secret only known by two people, and she sure isn’t going to be thinking about that. Too many mind readers around this place for her to be spreading around things. She blinked twice as her contacts began to irk her. They rarely ever bothered her, but today they were acting horrible. Thankfully, her tattoo was covered up and that was always a good thing. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t change her eyes into a cats or a birds? But, she didn’t feel like doing anything like that today. In fact, she felt like being herself. With a grunt, she pulled out her extra pair of brown contacts, and looked down at them. She didn’t have a pocket book with her, so she just tossed them off of the rooftop. She had extra pairs in her dorm, so it didn’t matter if she lost those. After she watched the contact lens fall, she closed her blue and green heterochromatic eyes, and willed her skin to change on her cheek. Where once smooth, golden skin lay, was now a tattoo on her right cheek. Today, she felt proud to be a von Rael. She didn’t leave the school when everyone else did. She stayed right where she was, and was glad she did too.

The tattoo that was now on her right cheek started out of the corner of her blue eye, and came out in spirals and spikes, much like that of a root, but more elegant and lace like. She remembered to this day the moment she had her tattoo applied to her cheek using old African methods. It was painful, and took over hours to complete. As her nimble hands traced the pattern on her cheeks, she realized that someone was trying to get her attention. Usually she would have been able to detect any living creature, animal that is, within a mile, but she must have been so preoccupied with her thoughts that she must have missed it. It was the same bird that’s been following her for over a few days now. It was small, with brown and black spots all over its wings. It had a small brown crown, and a cream colored chest. As she smiled at the bird, which she knew as a Field Sparrow, and let him hop onto her finger. He was so small that she could fit him in the palm of her hand. He began to whistle his troubles and thoughts to her, and out of curtsey, she listened to him, replying with her own whistles and whirrs. If one were not able to see Kjara holding the small bird, it would sound as if two birds were calling to each other. She let her finger pet his small head, and she sat him down on the rooftop’s balcony. When he began to twitter and twirp with complaints, she smiled at him and said in her melodic tone, “Hang on now for one second.” with a smile on her face, one that was true as the sun is bright, and one that is rarely ever seen, she pulled herself up and draped her legs over the rooftops. She wasn’t afraid to fall. If she did, she could easily change into a bird to catch her self.

And plus, who would want to push her off? At that thought, Kjara was on alert. There was no telling who would want to do a slimy trick like that. With one quick look around, she let the bird hop back onto her finger, and the two began to sing to each other.

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[EZRA HART]

I THOUGHT I'D WAIT TILL THE TIMING WAS RIGHT ;
CAUSE PEOPLE LIKE ME ONLY COME OUT AT NIGHT!
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Today, he figured, was to be an exceptionally lazy day. He'd woken up in his apartment, blinking to let his eyes adjust to the redness of his room, and then, after fifteen minutes or so of grumbling, managed to shuffle into the kitchen for some breakfast. He had decided that he was way too lazy to go all out and make a big breakfast; instead, he'd settle for some poptarts. As the poptarts had popped out of the toaster, he had grabbed them--lazily, mind you--and eaten them just as slowly. He wasn't up to thinking much; after all, it was only eleven, and he needed a couple more hours to get back into the swing of things. In fact, it took about three and a half hours for him to get back into the swing of things. By one thirty, he was at Winterthorne. He was vaguely aware of the fact that most of his classes were done and over with, but he didn't seem to care; it wasn't like he was the top of his class, or anything. What would one day do to him? He spent his time walking through the grounds and talking to people who had also skipped. He found himself by a freshman and his few friends who, for some absurd reason, thought it would be funny to dump freezing cold water on him. Not only was he terrified of water, but they were fucking freshmen, and, therefore, should've known much, much better. Terrorizing them took a few hours of his time, and he enjoyed every moment of his revenge. He chased them for what seemed like days.

Lazily, mind you.

Time passed, and he realized that lunch had turned into dinner, and the sun was heading down the sky. He strolled back through the green fields, brushing tree branches out of his way as he walked, and headed towards the black, iron gates at the farthest edge of the campus. The key to the lock dangled from the necklace around his neck; he didn't really need it--the gift of teleportation really gave him a boost, there--but he kept it anyway. There had been various times where his powers had simply failed him. What would happen if, say, he was stuck outside Winterthorne without the ability to be at any given location in a split-second?--and without a key? There was the chance that the murderer could come up behind him and stab him to death while he was frantically searching for a tiny, silver key. Then, while he was dead and soaked in his own blood, he'd be chopped up into pieces and scattered across the grounds.

Hah. If the murderer got him. That was funny.

That reminded him--today was the day they were supposed to meet on the rooftops. It wasn't like they were some sick little club-type thing, exclusive only to those who were a little on the "mentally ill" side of the spectrum. No, it was more a way of...checking up on each other. It wasn't like they could openly talk about what they did during the day; there were teachers everywhere, not to mention mind readers and all that jazz. No one ever came to the rooftops--it was forbidden, which meant that it was an invitation for the more adventurous to climb up there. However, ever since the death of one of the girls on the roof, students tended to stay clear of the roof--unless they had some special power which enabled them to survive a huge drop. Besides, they were all curious as to who did what, and because of the fact that there were no other students, they could easily plan their next move. It was kind of like a disgusting family reunion.

He decided that fusing together lunch and dinner was the best idea. So, when he got back to his apartment, he set upon making a few sandwiches. Throwing them into a black backpack along with some grapes, chips, and--of course--vodka, he turned his attention to focusing on the location of the rooftops. He knew the others wouldn't be there for a few hours, at least; they never met until after sunset. It was a pet peeve of one of the other's (ridiculous, as he thought; mostly because it cut into his work hours, and he'd have to stay even longer at the secret). A dinner on the roof would be nice though. And, with a last blink of his dark eyes, Ezra disappeared into the evening.

When he reappeared, he was standing in the middle of the roof. Gently, he let his bag fall, and lifted his gaze to look at the sky. What he saw, however, was a black figure outlined by the sunset. The demon shoved his hands into his pockets casually and moved forward just as lazily as he had done all day. As he neared, he could begin to make out the features of the figure in front of him. First, it was a girl, and she was holding a bird on her finger. He took a few more steps. It was a girl with brown hair, cropped around her shoulders, who was wearing a jacket. He moved even closer. It was a girl with one blue eye and one green eye, and a tattoo swirled around her face in intricate spikes and twirls.

Kjara. Finally, he was at her side, leaning forward against the ledge she was sitting on and hunching over his arms. "Nice tattoo," he murmured, eyes set on the setting sun before them. He waited a few moments, distracted by the reds and oranges that lit up the sky, then turned to look at her. Curiosity flickered across his face for a moment. "What're you doing up on the roof, anyway? You could fall."

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[KJARA VON RAEL]

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She smelt the other demon appear before she saw him. Each and every being in this school had a peculiar smell, and Kjara would recognize this one in a large crowd. Her nostrils flared when he commented on her tattoo, but she didn’t say anything to him. She just kept petting the bird. Sighing slightly, she threw her hand and the bird took off into flight, telling the young female demon that he’d be back for later. She then put her hand beside Ezra’s arms where he was leaning against the railing. Deep in thought, she thought of what to say. She didn’t feel like talking to anyone today. This, amazingly, wasn’t all that surprising. She hardly ever talked anymore. Only yelled, bitched, and...Fought, I guess you could say. She flicked her heterochromatic eyes across the grounds, her eyebrows narrowing down slightly. She felt her cheeks rising to a soft pink color and she was getting hot: she was blushing. In anger, she rubbed her cheek, and when she pulled her hand away, the tattoo was gone. She didn’t want anyone to see it. Ezra has seen too much of her anyway; Physically and mentally. Licking her small, but plump lips, she answered his question.

“Am I not allowed to come up here?” she asked, finally looking down at him from her perch, her hair tousling in the breeze. She began to look over Ezra. He definitely just woke up, which was normal. He always slept in. Lazy ass demon. “And I don’t care if I fall. I’ll catch myself.”

Turing her head away, Kjara pulled her knees up to her chest and licked her lips again. It was cooler up here on the rooftops, and she pulled her faux fur hood closer around her neck, her eyes watching the setting sun. It wouldn’t be too long before it was dark out, and Kjara would finally be at peace. She let her mind wander, letting in all the People’s voices fill her head with their conversations. And People, as in animals, not actual…people. She let her full range extend, which was probably around the whole entire campus. There weren’t many creatures around. A few stray cats and dogs, birds in their nests, and rats. Ugh, rats. Disgusting little savaging creatures. Kjara hated rats more than any other animal. They were filthy, arrogant, stubborn, and thought they were better than everything and everyone else. Well, she showed them occasionally on who was in charge.

“Why are you up here?” she asked her so called “brother”, as they used to say back before everyone…left. Even before that Kjara loved Ezra. He was one of the first one’s who accepted her. Of a sort. Except for that one time. Just that one time when he betrayed her. Of course, she’s forgiven him, but she’ll never forget. It’s all Ezra’s and Dai’s fault now that she had such a fear of ropes and chains. Shuddering, her eyes flashed anger for one brief second, and then they were gone. There was no reason for her to dwell on the past. It only made her chest and heart ache more. The people she considered her family. The people she cried for days over when they all vanished. When she began to think of the past few months, she turned her head and looked back down at Ezra Hart. “And why would you care if I fell anyways?”

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The sixteen year old girl couldn’t help but feel angry. They left her there, after they said they’d never leave her. They even missed her birthday. Speaking of: “Oh yeah, by the way. I loved my birthday present. It was so great to be alone on my “sweet sixteenth” birthday.”[/b] Everyone missed her birthday: Even Stefan. He didn’t call, “mind communicate” or anything. They haven’t spoken in months. She hasn’t even seen him in a while. And last time she did, his hair was black and he didn’t look all that happy. Said he was kidnapped and drugged. Here at Winterthrone, that was most likely one of the oldest lines in the book. KJ snorted slightly, her eyebrows still narrowed in anger.

Without looking at Ezra, Kjara took off her coat as she began to grow hot, and pulled the sleeves up to her elbows. She didn’t know why she wore red. She hated the color red, even though most people commented on how it brought out her skin color. Ha.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[EZRA HART]

I THOUGHT I'D WAIT TILL THE TIMING WAS RIGHT ;
CAUSE PEOPLE LIKE ME ONLY COME OUT AT NIGHT!
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"Uh, well, no. Technically, we're not supposed to be here."

Then again, when had he ever paid attention to rules? That was the whole point of going to the roof, anyway--for the meeting, that was--to show the school that, not only did they not give a damn about murder, but they also didn't care about private property. He didn't get what was so dangerous about the rooftops, anyway. Granted, most of the kids didn't have cool powers like teleportation or shifting that allowed them to save themselves if, say, they got pushed off (didn't Dai get a girl that way?). But, still; he was trying to be the good guy, here, Kj. At least let him do it once. It wasn't like he was going to turn his whole life around and be a saint just because he was afraid that his "sister" was going to fall off a roof. "Yeah, whatever. Y'know how many shifters were killed already because they did stupid stuff?" He didn't, actually, but he was sure it was a high number.

Ah. He wasn't quite sure he wanted to tell Kjara what he was actually doing up on the rooftops. They had a sore spot after the..."discussion" they'd had about what Kjara had known about his "personal" life. In fact, every time he'd seen Kjara since, she'd flinched a little bit. It had hurt him--during the torture and afterwards--and he realized much too late that he could've simply asked her not to tell anyone, but Daileh hadn't been as trusting, and she could be damn persuasive when she wanted to be. However, he still didn't think that this was the best time to mention that he was still getting together with a bunch of bloody murderers to massacre half of the school. On top of that, there was the chance that she would tell Sam, who would freak out and ban him from ever going back to the rooftops again--which, in truth, wasn't all that bad a thing for his health, but still. He knew the risk, and he'd taken it a long time ago. There was no going back now.

So, he settled for what was partly the truth. A little white lie never hurt anyone, right? "Dinner." He nodded back at the black bag which he had dropped some feet back. "I thought it would be a nice place to eat. Restaurants are too...I dunno. Not my type." He hated restaurants. They were stuffy and closed off; full of ignorant people and people who decided that talking loudly about their sex life was the best thing ever. "You want some?" He blinked, then turned to look back at her with a lopsided grin. "I packed close to fifty sandwiches, so, I'm pretty sure I have enough food for the two of us." Plus, vodka. You simply couldn't deny vodka--especially not from Ezra. He got it for free (meaning, he stole it from the Secret's back storage room while no one paid attention).

The grin slowly faded into a frown. "Of course I'd care. Why wouldn't I?"

Almost instantly, Ezra felt bad. His frown deepened even further and he lifted a hand to brush a strand of hair out of his face awkwardly. Yes, he had gone with the rest of the school to the other academy. Yes, he had left Kjara behind. He hadn't quite expected her to stay, though--what was the point? No one was going to fight back against the administration--he sure as hell wasn't, mainly because he was the reason they'd all had to leave in the first place, and they'd dig under his files until they found suspicions that he didn't want them to have. He fell quiet, and watched as she pulled her jacket off. Red. He loved the color red. It was his absolute favorite. Blinking, he looked back to her. "I'm sorry I missed it, but you know why I had to leave." That sounded so horribly cliche. "And I'll make it up to you," he added, standing up to his full height again. "Promise."

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A small smile spread across her face. “Who says were not supposed to? So far as I know, we students rule the school.”

Her eyes slowly met his when he mentioned shapeshifters dying. She flipped her bangs out of her eyes, and a small sneer pulled at her lips. “So? You’re sayin’ that I’m next?” even if she was, she wouldn’t give a flying shit. She wasn’t afraid of death. She’d met it in the eye on numerous accounts, but she was still alive, wasn’t she? Biting her lip gently, she looked down at Ezra’s small grin, and couldn’t help but smile back. She could never stay mad at him. His cute little baby face always melted her heart, and she spun around, catching herself before she could fall off, and jumped onto the ground, landing on her hands and feet. “Don’t mind if I do. I’m starving.”

She reached down and grabbed one of the sandwiches, her mouth beginning to water. She hardly ate anymore, but the smell of the food had her stomach complaining. But he seemed to have more than he needed. She raised an eyebrow. Kjara wasn’t going to even bother asking. Ezra was up to something. But when he asked her why he wouldn’t care, she shrugged, lowering her eyes to the ground. Of all the people, Ezra and maybe Sam were the only two who could actually get her to look away. And why was he promising her that he would make it up to her for missing her birthday? Frowning slightly, she felt her face expression deepen. “’s okay. Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing really. Just any other day.” She tried to put on a smile, but it didn’t reach her heterochromatic eyes.

As she finished her first sandwich, she grabbed another with an apologetic smile on her face. “Sorry,” she said between mouthfuls. “’m really hungry.” Her Scandinavian accent filled up the awkward silence between them, and Kjara stood up also, still holding the sandwich in one hand, the other on her hip. She looked Ezra up and down. “You haven’t changed one bit.” She took another bite of the sandwich and finished it by wiping her hands on her pants. Swallowing her last mouthful, she licked a bit of mayo off of the corner of her mouth. Before she had another chance to say anything to her brother, the same bird that accompanied her earlier arrived with another spitting image of itself, in twitters and whirls and clicks. They knew she had food, and picking up one more sandwich, she began to feed the little birds. Hell, who cares if she’s had three. There was enough to go around. She was tempted to go after the vodka, buuutttt she needed to stay away from shit like that.

She didn’t want any drama going on. As she fed the two Field Sparrows, she flashed Ezra a small smile with a crimson blush on her face. “We’ve got some catchin’ up to do. I mean, I know why you had to leave an' all, but why did you come back?”

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[EZRA HART]

I THOUGHT I'D WAIT TILL THE TIMING WAS RIGHT ;
CAUSE PEOPLE LIKE ME ONLY COME OUT AT NIGHT!
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Ezra rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well. I don't think you've ever quite known the rules in the first place, so." There was no point in trying to go by them.

"Well, no," he continued, shrugging as he swayed back and forth a little. "I'm not saying that you'll be the next--but I can guarantee that it'll be a shifter." If there was one thing that seemed to really piss Daileh off, it was a shifter. The only other thing that dug under her skin were scene kids--and as far as he was concerned, KJ wasn't scene, so she was safe there. Actually, the only reason she was safe was because that he knew her, and had put her in the clear. Daileh seemed to have an irrational problem with the shifters; he couldn't find any reason as to why she hated them. Whenever he asked, he was told he was retarded and should get a life (or, on occasion, to stop asking stupid questions and get her an orange). He'd attempted to bribe Jackson to as a few times (with popcorn, or something like that), but he too had shot him down and left him wondering what was so wrong with shifters. But eh, whatever. He'd deal with that later--now, he simply smiled back and nodded.

He watched as the other girl asked about the food, and nodded again. "Yeah, I have plenty, you just--ah.." He broke off, watching as the girl grabbed her first sandwich and downed it like it was a glass of water. He blinked, raising his eyebrows and watching. Slowly, a smile crept onto his face, mouth still slightly open, and he folded his arms across his chest. He let it pass for the moment, unable to hide his grin, and tilted his head back a little. "You and I both know that's a fucking lie," he started, rolling his eyes upward, "You're the only person I know who cares about their birthday. Other than me, I mean, but I have a fucking huge ego to begin with, so." Well, technically, Sam expected a lot for his birthday--he didn't necessarily show it all the time, but Ezra knew that if he didn't give him some form of pretty gift, there would be tears. "And Sam," he corrected in afterthought, tearing away his eyes from the blue-red sky to look down at the girl again.

His eyebrows automatically rose again as the grin split his lips. Jesus, he'd looked away for--what, two seconds?--and the girl had already finished another sandwich. "Sure," he muttered under his breath, amused. "Out of curiosity, am I gonna get anything to eat today?" He grinned wider as Kjay stood up, ignoring his quips as usual, and looked him over. He paused and took a look at her. Well, her hair had gotten a bit longer, he supposed, and the thing on her cheek was new. But her eyes were the same, she was virtually the same height, and she ate the same amount. "You seem different, I guess." He wasn't quite sure where it was--definitely wasn't physical. But, then again, he wasn't deep enough to go into complex emotional changes in the human being's mind. He'd rather just stick to eating sandwiches and sitting on the rooftops.

For a moment, he frowned, unsure of what Kjara was doing--and then he saw the birds. Of course. She'd always had a soft spot for animals. He shook his head, watching her quietly as she began to feed them. "So...let me get this straight: you're feeding the birds with the starving guy's food?" He was such a drama queen. The demon raked a few fingers through the spikes in his hair and shrugged, smirking slightly at the blush on her face. "Missed it, I guess."

"And Sam's making me stay in school," he admitted. "Not like I can go anywhere else..."

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She shrugged. “Maybe I have, maybe I haven’t. The point is: who cares?”

But the next things he told her made her look at him, an intense glare on her face. “You better stay away from Adrien. If I find out you hurt him, you’ll wind up worse than the last time you tried to mess with me.” Although Ezra had had her tied up to a damn tree, she still got a few licks in here and there. Especially when he stuck his arm in that bad he had her in. She tore his arm up. Turning away from him at that memory, she listened to him talk to her about how he knew she cared about her birthday. Narrowing her eyebrows again, she turned back with a questionable look on her face. “And how the bloody hell do you, of all people, know what I care about? I mean, come on!” she sat the sandwich down for the birds to chow down on and spread her arms wide. “You all left me there. With Joe, Sebastian and Corey! So much fucking shit happened Ezra. Things you have no idea about. So do not go around telling me what I care about and what I don’t care about. Because, honestly, if I died I wouldn’t care. Do you know why? I almost got myself killed in this school numerous times! Even after you all left, I almost died. There was always fighting, always arguing. And it was all because of me!

And for a while, I left. I left like you all did. But I always came back to check on them. Because through it all, I still love those three guys more than anything.” With her face flushed and her eyes glazed slightly, she turned away again, her hands shaking as she clasped them together on the roof’s rail. The birds on the other hand, had different ideas. They still wanted food, and the chunks she tore off for them was too large for their small mouths. Sighing softly, she gently petted them and began pulling off small crumbs for them, listening to Ezra has he answered her questions and observed her, talking her how she was “different”. The thing was, he was guessing. And he guessed right. She was different, albeit a drastic change.

She ignored his jibe about the starving boy wanting something to eat, and instead turned around, sliding to the roof’s floor while she motioned the birds to follow her. But when Ezra told her he missed the school, she looked up in surprise. “You? Of all people. You missed this place?” she asked him quietly, her eyes on the ground. “It’s a good thing Sam got you back here. When I leave for those few weeks, I begin to miss this place too. I mean, I have no where else to go either…” she drifted off as she squirmed slightly, unsure of what she wanted to do. Grumbling slightly, she stood back up, wincing as her knees popped. With the rest of the sandwich gone, she pulled herself back up on the rail, her eyes watching the sunset intensely.

“You know…” she started quietly, her hands in her lap and her expression distant as she looked around the campus. “For one, be glad you have someone like Sam.” She smiled softly, her eyes beginning to change into a hawk’s eye as she caught site of something moving in the distance. When she realized it was nothing but a cat finding a mouse to eat, she changed them back and sighed. “This school is actually beautiful, when you look at if from the outside.”

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[EZRA HART]

I THOUGHT I'D WAIT TILL THE TIMING WAS RIGHT ;
CAUSE PEOPLE LIKE ME ONLY COME OUT AT NIGHT!
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Ezra rolled his eyes at the Adrien comment and gave a small scoff. Of course, her mind went straight to Adrien. He supposed it was the whole used-to-be-together thing, but part of him knew it was because there was a distinct hatred between himself and the boy (and if Adrien hadn't been dating Dani, who was practically Sam's sister, he would've slit his throat by now). "Adrien's safe for now," he replied, folding his arms across his chest. "At least, from me. No telling what the others are up to." Daileh was sort of the leader--at least, she bossed them around enough to be considered one. Jackson didn't usually kill (unless he was extremely stressed and out of alcohol), and Ezra did it for fun. The structured killing was more Dai's planning, and the others' executions. "Anyway, I take orders from the boss-lady. So." He didn't much like it--having to take orders--but he supposed that whatever Daileh told him to do was to keep him with Sam and out of jail, so he went along with it. Besides, it wasn't like he kept exactly to the plan. Winging it was more fun.

The demon was caught off guard by her next statement. "--what? Jesus, KJ, it was a joke," he muttered, frowning as he saw the rage grow within her. What the fuck, man? the boy thought as she went off onto a rant about her life. He'd expected her to throw a fit, yes, and to be pissed beyond all reason--perhaps throw some things, or curse him out--but this random anger thing was throwing him off. He opened his mouth to argue back, but, for once, thought better of it and simply paid attention to what she was saying. So, she'd been with Sebastian, Corey, and Joe. Great crowd right there. For a moment, he wondered what she meant by and it was all because of me!, but brushed that away; he'd ask about the fighting later. He was more concerned about the fact that she'd almost died again. Admittedly, it was nice that she wasn't accusing it of him this time, but he was concerned all the same. The fact that she was like his little sister hadn't changed over the time he'd spent outside Winterthorne. "What the fuck happened that you almost di--" He broke off as Kjara started speaking again, and his face fell in confusion and hurt. Loved them more than anything? When had that started? "...what about me?" he asked weakly. "And Jackson, and Sammii? What about us? I thought we were family." Apparently not. He guessed things had changed after the forest.

He watched Kjara shuffling around for a moment and then let his gaze drop to the brownish-grey cement that covered the rooftop. When had she stopped saying that she loved him, and when had she...grown up? It wasn't fair to have left her there, he supposed, but it also wasn't fair to come back to this. Granted, it was probably his fault. He'd been the one to desert her in the first place. But...shit. He'd been replaced, and that hurt. "Well--yeah, I guess," he mumbled, thinking it over for a moment. "Everyone likes me here--or hates me, which is fine by me too," he added in afterthought, "but their attention is glued to me, so. Either way, right?" He was basically the biggest attention whore at the school, and the school had paid him back in full. He nodded at her coment. "Y'know, I don't think anyone has anywhere else to go..." The spiky-haired boy drifted off into thought as well. That's mainly why everyone loved the school, right? It was their home--where everyone had powers like them, and "special conditions" like them. Where everyone found someone, good or bad, to spend their time with.

Quietly, he made his way next to her again, leaning against the rail and looking out at the sunset. It'd been a while since he'd done that with her--watched the sunset. It reminded him of when she'd first arrived at the school, and he'd picked her up in the fields. She was feeding birds (as usual), and he'd been crossing over to his lit class. He cut (as usual), and joined her to watch the sunset. But eh, memories. He swallowed, then nodded, gaze dropping to the railing and his folded arms on them. "Yeah," he whispered quietly, "I'm very glad I have him; don't worry." Actually, he was more than glad. He was thankful to the stars and heavens above--not that he showed it on a daily basis (it was kinda hard to out-do the stars and heavens above), but he did.

"Yeah, well, so do golden bird cages, right?" He lifted his gaze again to look out across the grounds. "Whoever's looking in isn't trapped inside it."

WORDS ! between one and ten million.
TAG ! K J !
OUTFIT ! here.
OTHER ! supermassive black hole is all the ez muse i need. ;]

[KJARA VON RAEL]

Her eyes began to swim over as she held her face. She was so confused. The emotions were starting to get to her. Her hear was swimming as Kjara put her head between her knees and began to shudder. Why was everything so hard on her? Why did she have to be such a puss? She ignored the few words he spoke to her as she tried to gain her composure. It wasn’t working all that well at the moment. But then, she looked up, tears coming out of her eyes as she say that Ezra had this expression of…hurt, on his face. Kjara thought she could never heart him, but the words she had spoken had obviously hurt him. She opened her mouth to say something, but what was there to say? She sighed and wiped the tears away from her eyes. “Ezra, do you seriously believe that Jackson would be family to me?” she asked with a laugh. “Sammii has you and Dani. You have Sam and Jackson. I have…me…and the animals, I guess. As you obviously see, the one’s who I love are either one) gone, or two) hating me at the moment.” she felt the tears coming out of her eyes, and this time, she let them. She needed to cry. She can’t keep bottling all her emotions up anymore.

“I’ve fucked up so much Ezra. I’m sick of it. Really, really sick of it. I can’t seem to do anything right anymore. I mean, I was better off not being here at all, y’know? But I can’t go back home to Mum and Da. That’s weak. And ‘m not week. I’m not, I’m not!” at the last words, it seemed as if she was talking more to herself than Ezra. Kjara was known to do that, so she turned and looked out at the campus. “But sometimes, I wonder, does anyone want me here? And yeah, before you say it, I know you’re gonna say you want me here, but truthfully, do you? Hell. I dunno.” she spread her hands wide, trying to get all the shit straight in her mind. Ezra should be glad he wasn’t a mind reader. If he was to look into her mind right now, it wouldn’t be very pretty. Not at all.

“I wonder..” she said quietly, wiping away the tears that fell out of her eyes. “If I’m the bird inside the cage, or the person looking inside. I get so confused sometimes.” she shook her head. “I’m just mumbling a bunch of nonsense. I’ll shut up now.” sighing quietly, she pulled up her knees and wrapped her arms around them, resting her chin as she looked out with Ezra. It was silent for a few moments before she turned and asked, “Weren’t you and Sam supposed to get married? I mean, I know it’s none of my business, but, yeah. I just wanna know.”

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