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[lavender & lilac;;]

((It's okay... XD))

Tabitha broke the silence, unable to contain herself anymore. "Ugh! The suspense is killing me! Did you like it or not?" She didn't mean to be rude about it, it just kind of exploded out. She reopened her mouth and said, "Sorry. But did you like it?"

((Mobile and ugh))

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Espy shrugged and sat at the counter. "It's hard to say. I have weird dreams sometimes. They are dreams I would say but they feel more like memories. Often scattered and blurry, like movie clips or something with bits of information here and there that don't really fit together but at the same time when taken as a whole leave a lasting impression. This one was frightening. Not in the horror flick don't be the guy that falls down or goes into the room with the flickering lights slash and gash kind of way, but more in the something bad is happening but I can't figure out what it is, cold chill down your spine kind of way. Like when you meet that person that immediately gives you the creeps. I don't really understand what they mean, or why it is that I have them, but I can't shake the feeling that it has something to do with my early times at the facility and all of their weird experiments and training. You know what I mean? It's more eerie than horrifying." She poured another cup of coffee and stirred in the cream and sugar. She was shaking for some reason and put the cup down to keep from spilling it.

[Avaloni]

((I'm still waiting for Caroline to respond to Hawke....))
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Anastasia

Anastasia nodded. "Yeah, I know. I get those too, sometimes. Most of the time though..." She trailed off, wondering if it would be too personal to tell Esperanza about her dreams, then decided it wouldn't, just because Espy had already told Anastasia about her dreams. "Most of the time, I get sad dreams. They aren't that particularly sad, but that's just how I end up feeling when I wake up. Maybe it's my weird genes that allow this, but most of the time when I have an especially scary or emotional dream, it's trying to tell me something. It's almost like I can predict the future sometimes..." Anastasia realized how crazy she sounded just then. "No! Not... not like in a prophetic way, it's just like I can sometimes predict the Goldhawk's moves before they make them. Stuff like that. It's from piecing together bits of information I learned when I was young in my sleep... Like you said, old pieces of memories.

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Rusty laughed. "Okay, okay!" He lifted a forkful of strained zuchinni to his lips, hesitantly taking a small taste. It was obvious he wasn't expecting too much. His eyebrows shot up as he tasted it though, eyes growing wider with both awe and enjoyment. "This is great!" He said, almost a little too loudly. A few customers turned their heads, then quickly turned back to their food. Regaining his regular, carefree composure he smiled down at her. "Well, dear, you're hired." Shaylee, clapped her hands, smiling at Tabitha. She let out a small "Yay!" and then rushed off to get Tabitha a proper uniform apron.

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Esperanza looked at Stasi with renewed respect. "It's nice to know that someone understands, though why I'm surprised I don't know. It's been so unbelievably empty for me for so long. This obnoxious skin of mine has had me isolated for as long as I can remember and really everything I do remember is just more torture. Like my dreams, my memories leave me wishing I understood what they meant, or whether or not they are, in fact, memories at all. Sometimes I wonder if I wasn't drugged or something, but the one thing I don't remember at all is ever feeling drugged. Just sort of - what's the word - vacant?"

[youre_the_onlyreason]

((Anastasia1379; How does Caroline know that Hawke is a Tendit?? He looks just like a normal human and as far as Caroline should be able to see, he doesn't have any tell-tale signs of being a tendit.))

I will post as Anastasia later.
Moving, so I'm super busy.

HAWKE

Hawke shook the girl's hand. "I'm Hawke." He stated. The adult woman made him uncomfortable, and he had the urge to walk away, but that would be awkward. He'd just started a conversation, so how could he walk away? He tried to think of something to say. Banter. "What're you doing here?" He asked calmly.

{{OMG! I FEEL SO BAD FOR NOT REPLYING! I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY!}}

~Caroline~

Caroline looked at the boy, searching his face for something. Nothing. Not even a familiar feature that would make her feel more comfortable around him. He was different, and that was made her so comfortable. The fact that she had a different, nice face to look at. "Well, what a nice name, Hawke. I am running awa- I mean, like, I was walking from a place, and I started getting chased by a bear.... So, I was running away from it..."Carroline was trying to save herself, because-for all she knew- he was a a guard that was looking for her and the others. She just simply smiled, and maybe even blush a little, as she had just embarrassed herself.
{{The goes perfectly with the situation that Caroline is in right now: http://s2.favim.com/orig/36/cute-lucky-star-miyuki-moe-Favim.com-289944.gif}}

[Avaloni]

((Hehe, cute! And don't worry about it, I've made the same mistake plenty of times.))
{JUST AN FYI: I tottally forgot to mention that my apt. clubhouse is closed on weekends... soo.... you know what that means. No posting on Sat. & Sun. unless it's from my phone. }

HAWKE

Hawke smiled. "Why thank you." He said, and chuckled as the girl told him she was a runaway, and then quickly corrected herself to running away from a bear. Sure..... that's plausible. "A runaway, huh?" In a voice much like the one used to share important secrets with small children he added, "but only from a bear, of course." Her awkwardness was amusing as she tripped over her own words. She'd sold herself out. Not that the wing-made bulge protruding from her back didn't make that obvious enough.. "That's okay," He said to reassure her, as he could see she was starting to feel bad about her slip-up. "Wanna know a secret?" He asked, his voice playfully low. For a second he wondered why he was sharing this information with this girl, Caroline. He was normally a secretive person, and a brusque, unfriendly one at that. But the girl's fawn-like composure was too disarming. "I'm a runaway, too." He told her. He knew that just telling her that wouldn't give away anything. There were plenty of non-Tendit runaways. Especially now, more than ever. Economy was bad, and most people were poor. That lead parents to depression, anger, and drinking. Drugs, too. The war had been hard on everybody. A lot of kids figured they were better out on the streets then at home. Sadly enough, some were even right.

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Anastasia

Anastasia nodded. It was a common feeling among tendits. Being vacant. Stripped of emotion, and understanding of such from a young age lead to traumatizing problems later on. It was child abuse, really. There was even a war over whether it should be legal or not. But the wrong side won and took away and rights for her or her kind whatsoever. She sighed. At least they were free now though, right? When Espy said 'skin' it reminded her of something. (((I'm not sure if I posted this part before or not so if I did just please ignore it and I'm sorry, okay? I have a bad memory on this sort of thing, I know...))) "Oh! I forgot to tell you, Shaylee went out last night and bought you like a gallon of fake tan." She said.

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"Oh cool. That should help....tremendously. Like it isn't difficult enough to try and cover wings, a problem I know you're quite familiar with. Do you think the time will ever come when we'll be able to just walk around like everyone else? Who am I kidding though, the only way that is going to happen is if someone seizes power away from the Goldhawks, and that Facility." She said it as if the thought of that place was nauseating. "Well, I guess I should try out your tanning idea. Do you think it's safe for me to go up, and if not would you mind. Not that it isn't comfortable down here, but it's closed in, like a upgraded cell I guess. No offense, I just feel too confined in here." Espy sat back against the backsplash, and set her cup in the sink. She nibbled on a muffin while she waited for Anastasia to answer.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

{{I am on my tablet, so I cannot do a pretty post.}}
Caroline

Caroline scratched the back of her neck awkwardly, and squinted. It was pretty obvious that she was lying, and Hawke seemed to figure it out. Caroline leaned in closer when Hawke was about to tell her the secret. A runaway, huh? She wondered where he had run away from. She had not seen Hawke at the prison. More like Hell to her. So, he must have run away from his house. She just then noticed how close Hawke was to herself, and started blushing wildly. She squeezed the nape of her neck, even though she knew it wouldn't help with anything. Caroline stood there, just thinking about what he could have run away from.

[Avaloni]

((Sorry for huge delay, guys!))

HAWKE

Hawke paused, watching Caroline. He could see the question bubbling up, he could see her curiosity in her eyes. But he wasn't about to tell her. He wasn't going to volunteer the information without even having her ask. Besides, without him telling her exactly that he'd run away from the facility, most normal people would just assume he'd run away from home. That is what normal people would assume, he was pretty sure. He resisted the urge to laugh as Caroline started blushing. He typically didn't blush, or get embarrassed. He guessed this was because time at the facility had taught him not to treat little mundane errors as a big deal. At the facility he'd had enough big errors that the little ones didn't seem to matter anymore. "So-" He started,
"You're a runaway. You could go any place you want. You could try to leave town, start a new life for yourself somewhere new. Why stay here, in a forest?"He really was curious as to why anyone would try to stay in the forest as refuge. He personally was just passing through. He wasn't about to ask her what she'd run away from; her wings made that terribly clear
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Anastasia

Anastasia nodded thoughtfully. "I don't know if we'll ever be able to do that. I really don't think so. No matter what happens to the Goldhawks or in the wars, we'll always be different. Humans are strange creatures that are too judgemental to accept their own kind when the color of their skin or speech patterns are different. Do you really think we'll ever be accepted, with giant wings sprouting out of our backs?" Anastasia didn't mean to sound quite so negative, but she fully believed what she said. Anastasia shook her head. "No, of course not. You should thank Shaylee, though. Heh, she said she got hit on by Goldhawk soldiers while she was buying that." Anastasia stood up, "I'll probably join you up there pretty soon."

[youre_the_onlyreason]

{{Oh my gosh. I just read your post, and saw the whole, "mundane," thing. Are you a Mortal Instruments fan?}}