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[HolliBerriShamrock]

((Question for members of the Flynn family? I was thinking, what if Kayla and Cola were siblings, and cousins to Gavin and Devon, who are siblings? Opinion? ))

ᴋᴀʏʟᴀ ғʟʏɴɴ

➴➴ “sᴏ, ɪ ɢᴜᴇss ωᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ωʜᴏ ωᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs. ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ωᴇ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏω ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.”
age;; sixteen_____savvy;; spirits_____location;; home & school_____tagged;; cola flynn, jaysin daley

Kayla awoke in a bundle beneath her duvet cover, the sun breaking through the curtains to spread a blinding sheet of light over her fatigued brown eyes. The girl was dressed in yesterdays attire, having only crawled off her desk-side table nearing four a.m. when sleep was becoming too much of a battle. she knew her mother would kill her if she had ever figured out why she had been up, but Kayla was addicted to learning more about her grandmother, who disappeared when the girl was two years of age, and nobody knew whether she had passed to the other side or not, or if she was still walking this world as a being anybody could see. The girl felt as if her mother, Johanna, was afraid of her daughter learning more, but Kayla was so tired of hearing about how she was so like her grandmother, but not knowing anything about that very woman. All Kayla knew was that her Savvy was similar to the girls very own. The question, however, was how similar? Kayla made herself get up out of her bed, and brought herself, barefoot, along her wooden floor, carrying her body into her ensuite bathroom, where she took a quick morning shower.

Within the next twenty minutes of her time, Kayla was dressed with damp hair, wandering around her room looking for her pair of white converse. Eventually, she discovered the rubber and canvas shoes under the rest she and been sitting at last night, of which held her shut-down laptop and an open folder, along with a pile of other stuff. The folder, however, was the most important thing there, filled with photographs of her grandmother, and every single bit of information she had figured out about her, and how she could link in all of that to make things make sense, but really, she knew nothing, and neither did the spirits around her. And, really, the spirits were her best source, especially the suited man that roamed her garden, the one that nobody but Kayla knew about, the one who heard everything. Kayla had a picture of him in this book, too, but when other people looked at the gloss image, they just saw a picture of the garden trees. The girl bit her lip, and looked around at her closed door, before turning over the book, and slipping into the table drawers.

Kayla returned to the act of preparing herself for school, and dried her hair into it's naturally straight form, before applying the smallest touch of make up and pulling on those shoes she had just recently found. after that, she ventured to the kitchen, just to make toast for breakfast and have a glass of orange juice, but her brother, Cola, was already there, and it looked as if he had been there for a while. "Hey," she said in passing, pulling the fridge door open, and began to reconsider the toast, because in reality, she wasn't hungry at all. So, she just left it and began to fiddle around i the keys bowl until she found her own set of car keys so she could actually get herself to school. It was eight-eighteen a.m. exactly, twelve minutes before school was due to begin, and the girl literally lived five minutes down the road. "I'm off," she told her brother, who usually made his own way top school, due to the fat that both of them tended to go their separate ways after school, and both were often too lazy to walk. But, Kayla felt she sort of needed the time to herself, because lately, things with her savvy were just...well, off. She was seeing a lot more spirits than she should be, and they aren't the usual local spirit's she's used to. Their aura makes them appear as if they were demons, their after-trail appearing black, and not white.

As the girl pulled her car into the school parking lot, she blinked hard with her eyes, and opened them to see a spirit-free landscape, and wondered once again what people thought about her savvy, especially with the fact that she was was an A History student. She just wondered if people were aware that she nearly had Black Magic. But, here, it nearly didn't matter, because the people here...they were just like her. Of course, none of these kids had a savvy he same as hers, or anything like hers. Butm she guy who interested her the most, was Jaysin Daley, with his good looks, charming personality, and ability to control anothers happiness...so, was s a coincidence that she was happy whenever she saw him? As Kayla got out of her car, she saw him, walking up towards the steps of their high school.

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xxooc: jaysin isnt a fletcher xD
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carolina sipped her drink slowly, which seemed awfully opaque and yellow. changing her body was tiring, and it was rare for her to fully match her donor's body. but she wanted an exception. just today. the lady was very nice, quickly agreeing to show carolina her bracelet. the blonde held the lady's hand carefully, taking plenty of time to observe the bracelet, which she had no interest in whatsoever. carolina hoped her savvy would work right this time. the woman was indeed beautiful, brown hair flowing to her neck, with lightly tanned skin and beautiful blue eyes. something carolina always wanted.

as they waved goodbye and parted ways, she dashed into the alley. at once, her face turned pale, her body heating up. she felt her heart beat faster and faster. her eyes stun and her skin burned. taking a few deep breaths, she waited for her heart to slow down, to stop for a second than return to normal. it was always like this. it was always painful. the silence was terrifying. then, she opened her eyes. grabbing a lock of hair, she found it had indeed turned brown. a sudden joy rushed through her body as she pulled out her phone. using it as a mirror, carolina almost screamed. it worked, partially. she had indeed changed her body, but she was not quiet like the woman. her face was still the same structure, her body and voice too. just that her skin and eyes and hair were different. carolina thought about her savvy for a second. it seemed so unfamiliar, the more and more she experimented. what did dna modification mean? being able to clone into a different person? changing flaws? she found that she had never gotten any answers, just more and more questions. satisfied with her results, she emerged from the alleyway. with blue eyes, brown hair, and tanned skin, she was obviously different, but was the difference any good? she was definitely no longer the blonde carolina of course.

heading over to the local library, she thought about finding books on the her savvy. not exactly "savvies for dummies" but perhaps a book on dna, and how it effects her body. she knew that even clones have different personalities, despite the same brain from her internet research, but what exactly does a strand of dna explain?

[sunday;]

ℛａｐｈａｅｌ ℱｌｅｔｃｈｅｒ

tags; n/a
words; 870
savvy; height change

rafi was sat outside on the wall to his home, his camera nestled between his legs, looking up at him. he grinned down at the camera, barely noticing that he'd seemingly shrunk by an inch or so. ah, his savvy - the one true thing that defined him. slightly. raphael felt as if anybody and everybody else had learned to control their savvies, thus he was the sort of runt of the town. admittedly, his savvy was similar to both carolina and lance. carolina because he just generally changed weight and height as she could - well that's what he assumed because he barely spoke to carolina about such things - and lance because.. well, if there was a small enough gap and rafi happened to be the right size, he could inch through the wall. that was why he constantly felt guilty around his family; like they hated raphael for being so awfully similar.

but if raphael were to say he hated someone or some people? it would be "those idiotic muppets that don't understand such simple words such as ironic!". it flipped him out every time - what was so hard to understand that something being ironic does not just mean it is mildly funny? "the dictionary clearly states that ironic means something is unexpected or coincidental, and sometimes those two involve humour. sometimes it's just mild sarcasm!" raphael exclaimed rather angrily, talking to himself as per usual. crazy, his friends described him as. simply... crazy. "crazy cosmo", people even went as far as saying. obviously, he took it all in his stride. silently fuming, the boy calmed down and then hopped off of the wall with his beigey maroon rucksack on his back. raphael didn't particularly like the colours separately, but together? they looked pretty nice. already with a stomach full of yoghurt, muesli and a banana, raphael started down the street with a slight spring in his step. he was happy, and for no apparent reason, considering he'd just had an outburst. he wasn't really in the mood for music as he made his way to the school, rafi watched his feet - well, his blue-but-yellow-stripey high tops - that were literally hopping down the street.

he was always an early riser - well, before anyone in the household, at least. at a tendency. that was how he had time to have had breakfast, a quick hair wash and sentimental think on the outside wall. he did it every morning, and conduced to the sort of population of the more awake students at the school. walking - alternatively hopping - down the pavement on his own, raph figured talking to himself wouldn't be bad because... well, it wouldn't matter as he was considered partially crazy anyway, but the way he was meant that he couldn't be overheard by people that would care to listen to him, or be near him even. for those that actually bothered about what he wanted to do, or what he wanted to see on tv, or even what his favourite colour was? he honestly hated it when they asked him such questions. most people would like it, some would even go as to feel like they were a god when someone asked them something - even if it was something stupid like "can i borrow a pencil?". raph just went with what everyone else wanted, mostly.

after a while of just thinking, raphael saw the school just up ahead as he looked up for the first time that minute. he looked at his watch, smiling at the clock hands ticking. he hated digital watches, and how embarrassing they were when they beeped at the hour. it was worse in a test, because if it wouldn't switch off, it would carry on beeping until it died. embarrassing, indeed; the exact reason why rafi went for the quietly ticking, classic watch. it wasn't even one with a battery; the clock face was actually that of an old, small, brass hunter-case fob watch. he'd bought it a car boot sale, but there was (sadly) no chain. he paid about thirty pounds for it to be attached and sized for a leather strap. he barely wore it on his left hand wrist, but today was an exception. raphael felt that, though his body hadn't grown back that inch from earlier, like the day was going extremely well. so far, at least. of course, the stick he'd get for his smaller-than-average 'spy' camera in his pocket looking up at him was going to down that, but he didn't mind. much.

he passed into the school grounds, hands now in his pockets. friday, the last day of the week. a good day. the day that his old pet french lop died on. well, it was bound to be one of seven days, correct? friday just happened to be that day, and for some reason, that fact made raphael love fridays more than anybody else. made him feel connected to the day, like it was a part of him. maybe, just maybe, it was.
that was why a surge of confidence hit him as he entered the building, a rather.. cocky smile on his face as he walked.

[pumpkin.]

{ sorry, I've been really busy lately, sorry for not posting. I've been dealing with crap. }
{ reserved for my post. }

[apathy,]

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name: jaysin m daley
gender: male
age: sixteen years
savvy: happiness
crush: tba
friends: devon
enemies: tba

location: tba
doing: tba
mood: tba
tagged: devon
credit: indef

ｊａｙｓｉｎ ｄａｌｅｙ

“ i see through smiles on every face, i don't believe it ”

------ a usual morning consisted of waking up at seven thirty. of course, his set alarm was at six o’clock on the dot to go for a run. but, the idea of it the night before seemed wonderful, alas, when it came down to it, it seemed like it was the worst thing that could possibly happen to him. besides, a good eight hours of sleep was needed, if he had gone to be earlier, that eight hours of sleep would have been succeeded.

------ continuing on with his morning, he would drag himself out of bed and to the shower to wake himself up. do the normal bathroom routines – such as brushing his teeth and what not, and then proceed to get dressed. ( dark denim skinny jeans, white converse, and an adventure time shirt because that is the best show ever. ) so, now it would be eight : six, and that would be when he goes downstairs to grab an apple – it’ll make up for his lack of running – and leave the house. normally, he would say goodbye, make his mother happy with a squeeze of the hand and a peck on the cheek wishing her to have a good day.

------ although, today was different from his traditional mundane mornings.


{ wip - waiting for some replies from pms c;
sorry for the really bad start xD
i was never good at writing
anywho, i have a paper to write. ;3

[charmey]

❝ ｇａｖｉｎ ｆｌｙｎｎ

-------------вαвy, doɴ'т ғreт. αт leαѕт we're αlιve wιтн jυѕт eɴoυɢн вreαтн. ❞
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name: gavin m. flynn.
age: eighteen.
gender: male.
savvy: acid generation.
mood: tbaa
location: tba.
tagged: tba.
occ;; i'm back from nascar guys! i'll
have my post up as soon as i can, but
i'm afraid it may be a little while's wait.
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