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Brisa nodded. "Yeah. Mostly pretty much every second of the day Monday through Friday. When I was in fifth grade my English teacher asked me to get something for her, and I used my powers without thinking because Mom was teaching me to control them and told me to practice as much as possible. Well, everyone freaked out and that was about when I really started to get bullied. All those people stayed in that school and now a lot of them have moved up to highschool with me."
Yris, disposing of the issue, found herself oddly saddened. PErahos she had expected some sort of comradery from the fact that they both felt ostracized by society, left to drift away on their own vast ocean, but an overlying sense of isolation settled in, isolation for the group of them. If one didn't find companionship within one's own "societal destined group", then there was nowhere else to fall to. Only the uneasy comfort of silence and solitude. She simply perked up, questioning quietly "I'd like to be your friend. You seem nice Brisa, and you're a good person." Her former bubbly attitude, interrupted by the harsh burst of reality, was replaced by a deep pensiveness.
 
Brisa began to look around for the cat-boy and instead noticed a boy who looked about her age sitting under a tree in the rain trying to give damp birdseed to an even more damp crow. She recognized him but wasn't quite sure how.
Wolfram let out a irritated sigh as he saw Brisa. That was not who he was looking for....He sat on top of the building roof, clearly visible if you looked up.
 
Wolfram let out a irritated sigh as he saw Brisa. That was not who he was looking for....He sat on top of the building roof, clearly visible if you looked up.
Brisa gave up trying to identify the wet bird-feeding guy and continued glancing around. Finally she happened to glance up and made eye contact with the cat-boy, who looked soaked, miserable, and a little angry. She glanced away after a couple beats as to not bring attention to him. If he wanted to be noticed he would have to bring attention to himself.
Yris, disposing of the issue, found herself oddly saddened. PErahos she had expected some sort of comradery from the fact that they both felt ostracized by society, left to drift away on their own vast ocean, but an overlying sense of isolation settled in, isolation for the group of them. If one didn't find companionship within one's own "societal destined group", then there was nowhere else to fall to. Only the uneasy comfort of silence and solitude. She simply perked up, questioning quietly "I'd like to be your friend. You seem nice Brisa, and you're a good person." Her former bubbly attitude, interrupted by the harsh burst of reality, was replaced by a deep pensiveness.
Brisa turned to Yris, her face lighting up. "That'd be amazing! Thank you!" She said, smiling, and hugged her. "I'd love to be friends!"
 
Brisa gave up trying to identify the wet bird-feeding guy and continued glancing around. Finally she happened to glance up and made eye contact with the cat-boy, who looked soaked, miserable, and a little angry. She glanced away after a couple beats as to not bring attention to him. If he wanted to be noticed he would have to bring attention to himself.

Brisa turned to Yris, her face lighting up. "That'd be amazing! Thank you!" She said, smiling, and hugged her. "I'd love to be friends!"
Wolfram climbed down with a ladder that was on the side of the building, walking over to Brisa."Do you know where that girl is? The redhead, the one that punched me? Not Delilah, the other one."He growled, his tone unwelcoming.
 
Zion keeps glancing up at the boy all while cleaning up the area, realizing that he looks very familiar. It hits him in a few moments, the boy goes to Zion's school. Satisfied with himself that he remembers where he recognizes the boy, he continues cleaning up with the boy, mildly hoping that the boy would talk to Zion.

"Is there something wrong? I don't have a bug on me, do I?" Toby asked, a little uneasy & curious why Zion kept looking at him. "You're Delilah's brother, right?" He asked him, continuing to pick up pieces of glass.
 
Wolfram climbed down with a ladder that was on the side of the building, walking over to Brisa."Do you know where that girl is? The redhead, the one that punched me? Not Delilah, the other one."He growled, his tone unwelcoming.
(do you mean Camilla I didn't realize she hit him. I think we're all together.)
 
Lachlan grinned at the staring humans, who now scrambled to avoid Bleddyn's rocks. His only outward inhuman appearance while in human form was sharper teeth of wolves and bobcats, so if he wasn't marching along with a large group of inhumans, not many would pick him out as an inhuman.

So now I'm going to the park. This'll be fun. Grace followed the others at the back of the group, but quickened her pace when the rain started coming down harder. She pulled up her hood, sticking her hands in her pockets.
Bleddyn kicked off of her bare heel and accelerated ahead on her board, speeding over the worn trail with no respect for the surfaced roots that could easily trip up her ride.
"Let them find him, and get this over with," she muttered to the angry sky. Her temper was gnawing away at its chain, a primordial beast just inches away from breaking free.
Droplets streamed off the brim of her sideways cap, the unpleasant sensation of cold liquid seeping through her hair and down her back. "And I'll get conveniently lost."
They can play bereavement counselors all they want. I'm done with that character.
The sudden swell of confliction was nauseating.
Done, Bleddyn, done.
 
(do you mean Camilla I didn't realize she hit him. I think we're all together.)
(I think she means Bleddyn.)
Wolfram climbed down with a ladder that was on the side of the building, walking over to Brisa."Do you know where that girl is? The redhead, the one that punched me? Not Delilah, the other one."He growled, his tone unwelcoming.
"Um," Brisa paused for a moment and took in the angry guy in front of her, unsure if she should out Bleddyn or not. "Um, she's here." She replied, cautiously pointing to where Bleddyn was still taunting the humans. "You guys aren't gonna fight, right?"
 
Wolfram climbed down with a ladder that was on the side of the building, walking over to Brisa."Do you know where that girl is? The redhead, the one that punched me? Not Delilah, the other one."He growled, his tone unwelcoming.
(I think she means Bleddyn.)

"Um," Bisa paused for a moment and took in the angry guy in front of her, unsure if she should out Bleddyn or not. "Um, she's here." She replied, cautiously pointing to where Bleddyn was still taunting the humans. "You guys aren't gonna fight, right?"
"And why would you want to see her, cat-boy?" Camilla snarled from beside Brisa, defensive of Bleddyn.
 
Zion's heart drops at Delilah's harsh words, he lowers his head and walks over to his mom, who at the time was walking over to Delilah. He hides behind his mother and sighs to himself sadly.

Misty, on the other hand, is fuming, angry for multiple reasons, one being that her son, Delilah's brother is hurt because of rash choices. She glances at her husband with a look that told him I have this handled. Misty steps beside Delilah and grips her ear, dragging her towards the back door of the restaurant into the alleyway. A whole lecture already swimming in her head. She lets go of Delilah's ear and shoves her into the alley, Misty then leans against the door so Delilah cannot walk away. She then crosses her arms and glares directly into Delilah's eyes.

"Explain yourself" she growls deep in her throat.

Zion stops following his mother once his sister and his mother enter the alleyway, he then walks timidly over to his father and stands beside him, shuffling his feet every so often and glancing at his dad nervously.
When the thunder rumbled, Alpha pressed tightly against Toby's side. Toby reached down to pet Alphas head & smiled at him. Toby watched as Misty grabbed Delilah by the ear & and he took a step closer, but it then he realized it was probably her mom. He took a step back next to Alpha & looked around at the mess. He walked up to Gage. "Can I help you clean anything up?" Toby asked him.

Aaaand now I'm grumpy again. As the cold of the outside seizes my skin again, I give her a growl of my own "I don't want to explain myself Mom." I spat, realizing I didn't really have a good explanation myself. Why had I started the fight? I hadn't meant to. Not inside.

Apparently there's still adreniadre in my veins, because I kept on talking, "Let me back in. I'm cold, I'm bruised, and I want to be left ALONE."

My voice started out as a monotone, but creciendoed until I was screaming at Mom. What am I doing? Stop, you idiot, you're going to get in trouble!

Gage, meanwhile, was lost. He glanced from Zion to this strange boy and back. Were dogs allowed in here? It behaved well enough, was it a service dog? Did it matter after what had just happened? And cleaning? It wasn't like he was getting paid for it. "Er, um, no that's okay. We can handle it. Most everyone has left, anyway..." He said nervously. In fact, nearly half the restaurant was vacant. Plates lay on every other table, some probably having taken the chance to sneak out without paying.
 

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