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LUKA
━━⋄Sometimes
⇛ to stay alive ⇚
⇜ you gotta⇝
✖⊠✖ KILL ✖⊠✖
➴ ➴ y o u r ➶ ➶
➣ MIND! ➢
age; sixteen // power; water
tags; noah, everyone in the living room
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Luka rolled over, sleepily, on her bed. Shoving her face into the fluff of her pillow, she let out an irritated sigh and attempted to close her eyes and fall asleep again. With her goal of slumber just within her grasp, it all broke apart with a -- CRASH! -- jumping upright in her bed, Luka grasped her chest and let out a small gasp. A little jumpy, as always. Besides, being safe was new to her. She was just waiting for every nice, safe thing they had to be ripped away from them. Luckily, as she soon figured out, the loud noise was nothing but clumsy little Noah most likely accidentally slamming or breaking something. To be honest, she should have been used to that by now. Rubbing her mess of black locks away from her face, Luka placed her bare feet on the cabin's floor and pushed off the covers. Mouth stretching in a yawn, Luka made her way towards a little dresser she'd stored all of her clothes in and grabbed a pair of cargo shorts and a black tank top. Upon pulling her night clothes off and sliding her new ones on, she left her bedroom and stumbled down the hall towards the bathroom to tidy up her hair from not looking like a tornado ripped through it. As she began to run a comb through it, tugging at the knots, she became thoroughly annoyed and ended up pulling her hair up into a messy bun. Black hair spiking out from the bun, she stared at herself in the mirror and made a small "tch" in disgust before turning and exiting, making her way towards the bedroom.
Entering the living room, Luka's eyes landed on everyone who was awake. A smile tugging at her lips, she gave a kind wave before approaching the couch and sitting on it, crossing her legs. As she did, she caught the scent of breakfast and sighed happily. "Mornin', dorks." she said, smirking at her little bird-family. Crossing her arms behind her back, she leaned back and huffed. "So, whats today's plan? Hopefully it doesn't involve sitting around her all day watching one of Noah's silly shows." she teased, reaching over and tousling Noah's hair playfully.
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DARIUS
as a walking
DENIAL
▒ my trial was filed as a ▒
✖ crazy, ✖
✖ suicidal, ✖
⇘ HEAD CASE! ⇙
age; fifteen // power;; fire, swordsmanship
tags; zach, trigger, livingroom
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Darius hated being asleep -- being so vulnerable -- and so he tried his hardest to get the least amount of sleep as possible. Typically running on about 2 hours was enough for him, and he typically slept during the day. It, somehow, felt safer. Perhaps because everyone around him was awake, it was like security. At night, aside from the rare chance he's actually sleeping, Darius typically could be found gazing at the stars from the rooftop, spreading his dark raven-like wings to their full extent to enjoy the cool nighttime air. It was peaceful and quiet. A perfect get away, a perfect time to think. He enjoyed it, a lot. However, Darius also loved company. So when the sun peaked out from behind the high mountain tops and the first sound of footsteps echoed down the hall inside the cabin Darius snapped out of his peacefulness and folded his wings behind his back, sliding back inside through the window in his room. He got himself a change of clothes -- some metal band t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans -- and slid out of his bedroom and into the living room. "Mornin', Zach!" He said eagerly, finding a seat in the kitchen and leaning back on it, threatening to break the back legs of the chair. As he did so, he felt his stomach grumble. Glancing at his stomach, he narrowed his eyes. "Gluttony is a sin, would you just shut up?" he grumbled to his own stomach before making eye contact with Noah, who had also entered the room along with Liliane, and a few minutes later Trigger, as well as Luka. He bid them both a welcoming wink and wave before continuing to lean back in his chair. "So, what are you making for breakfast, Trigger?" he asked, snapping his fingers and allowing a little spark of flame to ignite on the tip. It danced around his hand and he allowed it to, playing with it out of boredom.