[center][b]Keira[/b][/center]

Keira awoke to warm sun on her face, coming through her window. She slowly got up, not wanting to leave the warmth of her bed but had to if she wished to get to her job on time. Ever since Curdon Cay though it was all ways the little things that were the most enjoyable things, stuff most people take for granted. A warm bed to sleep in, an apartment that had more then one room to it, fresh air, and so forth. She began her day with breakfast, a shower, and getting dressed, and then killed time before having to leave by watching a little TV, floating a small piece of glass in her hand and making different shapes with it it. There was still no news of Scorn or the Reapers. In one of the rooms could be found a maze of string, pictures, paper clippings, and pins holding it all together, trying to piece together where Scorn, aka Chloe, was at. Few knew the truth and it took several months after Curdon Cay before she herself and put it together but Keira and Scorn were related, half sisters, born from the same mother. Keira had tried to make friends with Scorn who had accepted Keira as a friend of some sorts but Keira couldn't always handle how Scorn was, her insanity. Yet seeing how she had pieced together Scorn bit by bit, it wasn't entirely surprising she was insane. She had led a terrible life yet from some she had heard before the death of her father and step-mother at her own hands, Scorn had been an timid and shy girl who was always kind. Something pushed her over the edge though she hadn't put that together. She wanted to try and bring Scorn around yet after the video a few months back, she wasn't sure she could. Scorn was intent with her plans it seemed, of destroying the Syndicate and who knows what else.
Keira looked at her clock and decided it was time to go. She shut off her TV and went to the window opening it. She then went over to a wall where a large piece of glass was at.
"All right, here we go. three.... two.... ONE!" she said before running out the window, jumping and then free falling. She placed the glass underneath her and formed it into the shape of a board. Before she hit the ground she suddenly zoomed up, flying on the piece of glass.
"Now this is the only way to travel," she said to herself zooming past buildings and taking turns at break neck speeds, all the while her feet remained glued to the glass. Her job was a nearby coffee shop, a job she needed after the last few jobs hadn't ended so well but she was intent on keeping this one. She slowed down when she reached the shop and lowered herself to the ground. When she was on the ground, she picked up the piece of glass and took it inside, the manager knowing what she was, allowed her to keep the piece of glass as long as it remained in the back until the end of her shift. Most people were kind to her, few anti conduit people came to the coffee shop after an incident between Keira and one of the anti conduit protesters. She was in the right for what happened and the guy got what was coming to him.
The one person though that she always was happy to see come in was a man named Zeke. He was an oddball that was for sure but from what she had heard, he had been Cole Macgrath's best friend, the saint of New Marais. She was always happy to serve him since he was a conduit advocate and had actually made a lot of headway for conduits surprisingly despite himself looking not so much the part for such a political spotlight. He owned a bar himself, in an area that was primarily full of conduits. He usually though got coffee on his way to work and she always wanted to be on top to talk with him a little. All in all it was just another day in the Big Apple.
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[center][b]Scorn[/b][/center]

[i]"Oh she's checking her list, checking it twice. She's going to find out who's naughty or nice. Scorn is coming to town,"[/i] Scorn said to herself as she continued her way across the rooftops ",I only want the especially naughty ones though. The nice ones will just get a beating." She laughed to herself, if anyone was around, they definitely wouldn't stay around hearing her laugh. It screamed how insane she was. She did have a list of names of people she was hoping to find, old acquaintances of hers in Curdon Cay or just people who she had found interesting in conduit prison who might of shared her interests.
"Lets see who we have on the list," she continued to herself taking out a piece of paper that was rather old and partially stained with blood ",Hmm, oh no can't find him, he's dead.... No not her, to weak..... Maybe him..... Maybe her.... Pretty sure she's a prostitute....," she did this for all the names on the list looking them over before putting it back in her pocket.
"Guess we shall just see what the cat drags in today," she said and then once more began bouncing between shadows on the rooftops. She would of kept going on her merry way if it wasn't for something that caught her eye. She saw three conduits, one tormenting another which made her blood boil. A conduit torturing one of their own? That was lower then norms standards of what they did to conduits? She would of probably gone over to help if it wasn't for another conduit that appeared, a young boy who was the third conduit who she watched defused the situation.
[i]Interesting[/i], she thought to herself [i],He seems familiar. Wait.... Ah yes the young kid in Curdon Cay, always alone.[/i]
Once the situation seemed defused, and the kid appeared alone that was when Scorn made her presence known, appearing behind the kid.
"My, my, you are a special one aren't you?" she said walking behind him ",You have some interesting talents."