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[Thing2]

"I'm Brisa, nice to meet you." She replied, smiling. "How are you after that... fight?"

 

[Rose Quartz]

Seeing Lachlan and Camilla walk up and introduce themselves, Alice walked over and joined them. "hey. I'm Alice. Camilla's my sister. And this is Bleddyn." She said nudging her with her elbow. "So what's up with cat boy? I kinda missed everything."

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Wolfram sat on a abandoned rooftop, refusing to go back to Mapleshade's. He was drenched and trembling, but he Didnt care. Warmth would'nt cure the whirlwind of grief that ripped a hole in his heart. He had clear view of the park from here, so he could see Blenddyn when she came. If she came, that was. A very small smile tugged at his lips as he remembered the fiesty girl. Even if she had punched him, he deserved it. But she was the first person other then his mother who had really tried to help. He pushed a few strands of his soaked black hair away from his face, and looked at the dark sky. A sigh escaped his lips, his throat tightening.Why does the world have to be so unfair? He found his mother dead, Attacked two people, and now had to live with Mapleshade! That idiotic good for nothing, stuck up, selfish snob.

 

[RiverStorm]

"I'm Brisa, nice to meet you." She replied, smiling. "How are you after that... fight?"

Lachlan shifted awkwardly. "I think we're pretty okay."

Seeing Lachlan and Camilla walk up and introduce themselves, Alice walked over and joined them. "hey. I'm Alice. Camilla's my sister. And this is Bleddyn." She said nudging her with her elbow. "So what's up with cat boy? I kinda missed everything."

"In short: He came in and started yelling at everyone. Delilah actually told him to fight her, he beat her," He glanced at Bleddyn.
Camilla took over. "Then Bleddyn stepped in and they got in a fight, at which point Lachlan stepped in and tried to break them up, but Gage got everything settled... I think."

 

[Thing2]

"Hi," she replied. "That's about right, I think," she said, nodding to Lachlan and Camilla.

 

[cathloveydovey]

It's Saturday morning. Rainy, of course. Would be a shame if it were to be a nice, warm weekend for once and maybe sleep in for once! But noooo. Here I sit in a booth the pancake house in my PJ's and fuzzy bunny houserobe at 7:00 A.M.

"Why am I up so early?" I mumble to myself as I watch the customers eat their pancakes. Well, I know why. Its 'because parents,' that's why. Mom's out running errands or something, so Zion and I had to get up at the buttcrack of dawn and go with Dad to work so he could 'watch us,' even though we're both 17 and practically adults.

But I guess I do get breakfast this way.

I take off my prosthetic leg and lay it on the table, then take my shoe off and do the same, snuggling into my robe like an angry little turtle. I should still be asleep right now. And it's cold in here. And it's still raining. I hate today.

"Delilah, get your shoes off the table." Dad sighs as comes with his server's tray in hand. He's shaped a bit different than normal humans. Kinda shorter with some different muscling, especially on his back, but I guess you wouldn't notice that at first glance. There's something steaming on top of the tray he's holding, which is certainly more interesting.

Not giving a crap about my shoes, I ignore him. "Coffee?" I demand, eyeing the tray.

He sighs, raising his brow at me as he stifles a yawn. His eyes are still droopy, and his hair's a mess this morning, "Can I get a 'pleeease'?" Dad says, holding the bowl-sized mug of deliciousness over my head.

I think a moment. I don't feel like saying please, but... coffee. "Pleeease," I growl through sharp, gritted teeth. You know , just for effect.

Oh, I guess I should take this opportunity to say I'm not a normal human, either. Well, "normal" in the original sense. I think Inhumans are supposed to outnumber the Originals like 57% to 43% now, or something like that.

I'm a shapeshifter like my mother, Misty. I didn't get a cool Skin like a wolf or a tiger or anything dangerous. I wish it were a tiger, though. Wouldn't that be awesome? But no. Just like this rainy, up-too-early, stinky Saturday morning, I got the short end of the stick. My Skin is a grey fox, barely bigger than a housecat. I don't have a leg below the knee in that Skin, either, which also sucks.

Dad sits the coffee down on the table, next to my shoes and leg. Just as I reach for it, he puts his hand on my head musses up my hair, to which I gave a growl. "Where's Zi?" He asked.

I shrug, clutching my coffee close and taking a sip. When my lips broke through the thick layer of cream on top, there was a wonderful embrace of hot, sugary, cinnamon-flavored caffeine waiting for me. Mmmm.

"I guess he's in the bathroom," Dad said, coming to the conclusion on his own. See that's not so hard, is it? Thinking for yourself, rather than asking me stupid questions. He retreated back into the kitchen to continue doing whatever. Probably something to do with pancakes.

Zion stares up at the sky, raindrops pattering on his face, he sighs to himself and closes his eyes for a moment, breathing in the cold foggy air. Mornings aren't his favorite but a summer chill and rain sure is, so the only thing that made him get up this morning was the smell of the rain and the chill in the air. He had gotten up to use the restroom a little while ago but he remembered he hasn't been in the rain in a while so he decided to stand in the alleyway behind the Pancake House for a bit. Eventually he concludes its time to go back in so he shakes off his wings and walks back into the Pancake House.

I walked back to the kitchen, hunting up a spare notepad and a pencil. It took a minute, but managed to find one tucked away in a drawer. Still in my PJs, I marched up to the angry blue-eyed boy. I had meant to say the normal 'can I help you,' but "What's your problem?" came out, dripping with false enthusiasm.

Zion walks around the corner of the hallway just in time to see his twin sister snap at a boy with piercing blue eyes.
Oh dear God Delilhla.
He watches her from afar as the situation unfolds.

My face didn't change, but a swear slipped out of my mouth. Anyone else would have stormed out of the restaurant already, but Idiot Kitty stood his ground. I could see the adrenaline in his eyes, and realized how he must be feeling, at least in part. I'd had something like that when my dog was killed. That feeling of just wanting to kill something. Anything. Needing an outlet for a kind of anger you've never felt before- burning hatred coupled with fear of your own emotions. He needed something to do with those emotions.

So, logically, I punched him.

"Fight me, you idiot!" I said, not meaning a bit of it. I cared now, at least in part, but there was no way I was going to hug it out.

Zion widens his eyes as his sister lands a blow across the boys face and winces as she snaps harsh words at him.

Then the boy slugs Delilah back, Zion stifles a gasp and continues watching the violence escalate, unable to move or get away no matter how much he wants.

I had intended to let him win all along, but he was a weak little thing. Maybe from being up all night crying. I felt disgusting, I looked aweful, but Angry Cat had struck the last blow.

As Lachlan stepped between us, I let myself be defeated. My housecoat had come off somewhere in the flurry, but I left it on the floor. My stupid, confusing, rediculous job was done. He's had a chance to fight: something that invisible killer hadn't given him. Even if everyone hated me for it.

Especially if everyone hated me for it.

Quietly, I staggerex to my feet and made for the door.

Zion watches Delilah quietly as she walks out the door. He still stands there frozen in fear, wanting to move but he cant.

Gage looked up from his orders and blinked. Taking in the information, he strode wordlessly into the restaurant to find a group of people, and Delilah fleeing the scene.

He stares at his father from across the room, looking for some sort of recognition, but Gage's attention is on the order receipts.

The red-hot whirlwind of confrontational fury had already taken ahold of Bleddyn, and to tear her away from her opponent now hadn't been the best route to take.

All she knew now was that there was something holding her back from finishing the fight for both Delilah and herself.

Too far gone to distinguish friend from foe, Bleddyn turned and landed her fist hard in Lachlan's gut.

Okay, Bleddyn forgot something. You don't just punch a wolf in the gut.
Lachlan snarled, nipping her on the arm, not hard enough to draw blood but it sure was hard enough to hurt.
He jumped back, then rammed full speed into her legs, knocking her down. He set a paw on her shoulder, snarling at her.

Zion then darts his eyes again over to the others as more violence unfolds, his vision starting to get blurry. Something in his mind flashing through his vision and making him sick. Memories of stories Mom told him when he was 16, stories of the Dimension she was from, Elemians, a war-ridden Dimension. He refuses his mind the grace of giving into a blackout though, his legs quiver as though they're going to give out but he wont let them. He watches the violence through blurry vision, forcing himself to try to understand that violence is normal.

He relaxes a little once he sees his Dad break up the fighting, Zion sighs and looks out the window, across the room.

That's when he sees a familiar head of hair walking on the sidewalk outside the
building, directly towards Delilah, and he completely relaxes.
Mom will fix everything, He thinks.

 

[cathloveydovey]

(Gotta finish math so I'll be back in a bit ;-; )

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

(Ok, everyone, just ignore my first two posts. They wouldn't work after everything that's happened. XD)


Grace was bored. Very bored.
Her parents were busy, and Peter was who-knows-where. She was walking absently along the sidewalk, thinking about school. The school year had just started, so she had just began to notice that her parents' friends' kids were in the same school as her. She didn't know them that well, though she knew them enough to know their names and something of what they were like. Unfortunately, most of those kids were older than her, which sucked.

 

[Thing2]

(Sorry about that. Brisa's her age! Does this work? If not I'll delete it. )
Brisa noticed a girl who looked about her age walking absentmindedly towards them down the sidewalk, looking a little lonely. She watched her as she neared them, and recognized her from school as one of her mom's friend's kids.

 

[cathloveydovey]

(Sorry about that. Brisa's her age! Does this work? If not I'll delete it. )
Brisa noticed a girl who looked about her age walking absentmindedly towards them down the sidewalk, looking a little lonely. She watched her as she neared them, and recognized her from school as one of her mom's friend's kids.

(uh, are you talking about Misty? Because shes Delilah and Zions mom)