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{{ с н а я l σ т т е gепеνα м о п е т }}

A small laugh erupted from the girl's lips at Malachi's response. Letting out a small yawn, she let Mal help her down off of his back. In truth, by now she felt too lazy to walk and probably would crash in that old abandoned house she knew of that was nearby. The other three seemed to stare her down, like it was so bad to catch a piggy back ride from Malachi. It might have in their books, but in hers it was perfectly normal. Especially Dakota, she seemed to look at the girl in pure disgust. You could say Char wanted to do the same, but her eyes had flashed back to Mal whom was shaking his head, obviously confused at Dakota's actions. So she continued looking the way she had. Happy, like she had been ten minutes ago. Not anymore, though. Charlotte felt disgusted mixed with some major irritation.

Let's just say, Dakota was horrible at hiding in her voice at first. Charlotte then adverted her eyes to Harper, listening silently to the plan. Burning down the Day Trotter's HQ? That was an amazing idea and it could definitely stir up some action. Maybe even find a few Day Trotters who had been too late and had gotten injured. The thought of it made her let out another giggle, those b-stards getting hurt. The girl continued to remain silent, though. Maybe in fear if she did say something, she'd get another nasty look. Though Char's lips were pursed as they began to argue about when they should do it. " I agree with Malachi, we should hold it off," she started, almost annoyedly and her mouth opened to continue. " He's our ruler, after all. He can do anything he wants," she continued, hoping pure annoyance wasn't showing in her voice. " He can do things when he wants, too. Chill out, we'll get to the fire. Don't be too pushy, Dakota." she muttered quietly, regretting the mention of Dakota's name in her own sentence. " You may persuade him at times, but you have no control over him what-so-ever." she finished, giving a polite smile.

[king_bear]

((From page 3... 0.0;;

Uh, well, let's see. Sherry (DT) and Nick (NC) meet, and then Kerstin (DT) comes in b/c she thinks the two of them are fighting. Nick gets upset and walks away and Sherry and Kerstin go off. They meet up w/ Isabelle (DT) while she's running from a policeman. At this point, it's nearing nighttime, and NC are coming out.

Eventually, Sherry, Kerstin, and Isabelle escape the policeman but run into Nick again, and Sherry stays back to buy the other two some time. At this point, it's most definitely nighttime, and the NC's territory. After Sherry gets away from Nick, Isabelle and Kerstin are long gone, and she runs into Malachi (NC Leader). Nick comes in, they argue, and Sherry stomps off. She meets up w/ Isabelle again, and they once again run into Malachi, along w/ Nick and Charlotte (NC). They get into an actual fight, the NCs are unharmed but Isabelle is pretty badly hurt, and Sherry gets a cut on her arm. Isabelle returns to DC HQ while Sherry goes back to her college dorm. Isabelle is at DT HQ at the moment while Sherry outside her college speaking to Jason (NC).

Meanwhile, Harper (NC) and Dakota (NC) have been talking about burning down the DT HQ. This will be an actual thing later, but we're holding off the plan to let relationships develop. After the fight w/ Sherry and Isabelle, Malachi, Nick, and Charlotte meet up w/ Harper and Dakota (Charlotte by way of Malachi's back), and they talk about it. They're all together right now.

Meanwhile, Wes (DT) and Andie (NC) have been talking. They're to be a couple, BTW. XD

Sophia (DT) is at a cafe. She's been there for a while. XD

And there are a couple of other charries that are floating around. You can ask who's free. I'm pretty sure I haven't seen Kerstin (NC). I believe Riley (DT) is at home. His home, that is. Carolina (DT) has recently joined, and I don't believe she's interacting, yet. Abbigail (DT), Matthew (DT), Taro (DT), and Peter (NC) have also been recently made, and they're also available.

It's still nighttime, BTW. ...I'd say around...maybe...like...10? What do you think @Lost ?

And I think that's everyone...? ))

(Thanks :3 I'll start posting tomorrow, are the ones who are open still open? :3)

[abandoned.]

((I have Josh(NT))

[dangan-twerka]

[Right, so I'll RP with any free characters. XD]

[abandoned.]

((he's free xD))

[dangan-twerka]

[Awesome, we can RP them together, then.
How do you want to start?]

[♪☾нυяяι¢αηє ιѕαвєℓ☽☠]

--»ιѕαвєℓℓє тαяуη ναηкєηηα«--

--»ιѕα||∂αу тяσттєя||єιgнтєєη«--
∂σιηg--» thinking, hurting. ωιтн--» Me, myself, and I. мσσ∂--» pained. alone. мυѕι¢--» Death of Me.

❝Just another girl with nothing to do, nowhere to go, and something to prove.❞
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Isa stared numbly into the contents of the first aid kit and the longer she gazed, the more unfathomable the depths of the kit seemed to become. She suddenly felt like some alien, from some distant world, trying to figure out strange devices on this new world. "What's this?" she mumbled to herself, tossing a blue package between her hands and looking at it with alarm when it heated up, suddenly warm against her thin fingers. "Oh, some kind of heating pad. That's neat. Don't think I'm supposed to use that, though." She went on to herself, and she knew that if anyone had been watching her, she would have seemed crazy. Even she herself was beginning to think she might be mentally disturbed. What do you do for bruises? Anything? What are you supposed to do for a patch of cuts and scratches, a tiny layer of skin lifted off your temple by a cold, unforgiving brick wall? Remembering when she'd gotten a similar injury, scraped hands from being shoved down on a hot summer road, the tar, sweltering in the light of the sun, nearly singing her hands as blood began to flow from the cuts.

"You will do what I tell you!" Her father had said in that voice that was so quiet but so menacing that it seemed as if he was screaming. The worst tone. Being able to yell at you--and have absolutely no one hear. "I'm your father!" he snarled. "If I tell you to go inside, you will go inside." Just outside their house, Jack VanKenna had discovered a chalk drawing done by his youngest daughter, Maia, eleven years old. It was harmless, just white chalk, depicting a fire, a smoldering blaze that wrapped around the road and the driveway of their half of the duplex. Maia had been upset that day. She'd wanted her father to see it, wanted him to think that she would see him die in an explosion and not bat an eye. He'd swelled with fury, and now she was being punished. "Your sister is being disciplined. Go inside!" Maia was down on her knees, tears streaming down her face as she wiped at the chalk with her hands. Of course she wouldn't be able to erase the lines that way, but Jack wanted to see her hands rubbed raw. And he wouldn't let her stop until she'd blurred each curve, each flicker of a flame that surrounded their house. Isa had kneeled and tried to help her. Her own hands were burning and bleeding and would surely blister later, but she kept going until Jack yanked her away by the back of her shirt and shoved her to the ground. Thirteen-year-old Isa cried out as she hit the ground, but she stayed. She no longer tried to aid her sister but she wouldn't leave her. She didn't know that eventually, Maia would be the one leaving her.

Isabelle snapped out of her reverie with a pang. I wonder what you do for wounds on the inside. If she could have slapped herself for thinking such weak thoughts, she would have. Quietly, she debated out loud whether or not she was above seeking out another Day member for advice on how to use the kit. She'd have to admit she'd let herself get beat up, but it was better than letting the scrapes--which had now opened up and begun bleeding again as she rubbed them absently--get infected or something. But she didn't know who to go to. She felt hopelessly alone.

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❝ I watched the city burn, and as I did, my heart smoldered with it. ❞
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Ooc} Helloo, if anyone would like to join her in the DT HQ? :3

[valar morghulis]

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Her arms folded across her chest, Harper listened as Charlotte spoke. "Our 'ruler... ?'"
It took every ounce of will not to just burst out laughing at the words spilling from this girl's mouth. Did she not hear what she was saying? Sure, Mal had quite a bit of power, and sure he wasn't afraid to enforce it.. but to call him their ruler? - that was taking it a bit far. She bit the inside of her cheek as the group fell quiet and nodded in response to what had been said. " Tomorrow's good. " she agreed half-heartedly; not wanting to stir up anymore argument within the group. The Day Trotter's were whose necks they should have been at. Not each other's. " ...I need a smoke anyway " the words left her lips in a just-louder-than-a-whisper mumble as she stepped from the group, using the fact that the pack of cigarettes she carried was now empty as an excuse to go off on her own.

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