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Kijani woke up with a yawn, stretching slow. Last night with Connor had been fun. They had gone to a small Italian restaurant that was worth the long wait. Kijani had gone home with a full belly and leftovers that could last the weekend.
Once she was clean and dressed, she pulled up a piece of music on her computer. After pressing play, she shut her eyes and simply listened. The music flowed over her, and when the song ended, she got up. Her clothes were very basic. A t-shirt and bike shorts, no shoes. She'd pushed everything out of the center of the room to create a dance floor. She hit play again and then let her body do the work. It was nearly effortless, something she didn't have to fully think about. Perhaps if she hadn't been born with her powers, she would be going to an art school instead.
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Devika was outside early. She'd met John in the gym for her usual exercise. Then she settled out underneath the trees for her daily meditation. She had to double her effort. Everyone on campus was excited about the talent show. While excitement was pleasant, if she took in too much of it, she got more shaky than a caffeinated coke fiend. Today would be hard.
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Kijani woke up with a yawn, stretching slow. Last night with Connor had been fun. They had gone to a small Italian restaurant that was worth the long wait. Kijani had gone home with a full belly and leftovers that could last the weekend.
Once she was clean and dressed, she pulled up a piece of music on her computer. After pressing play, she shut her eyes and simply listened. The music flowed over her, and when the song ended, she got up. Her clothes were very basic. A t-shirt and bike shorts, no shoes. She'd pushed everything out of the center of the room to create a dance floor. She hit play again and then let her body do the work. It was nearly effortless, something she didn't have to fully think about. Perhaps if she hadn't been born with her powers, she would be going to an art school instead.
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Devika was outside early. She'd met John in the gym for her usual exercise. Then she settled out underneath the trees for her daily meditation. She had to double her effort. Everyone on campus was excited about the talent show. While excitement was pleasant, if she took in too much of it, she got more shaky than a caffeinated coke fiend. Today would be hard.
Once she was clean and dressed, she pulled up a piece of music on her computer. After pressing play, she shut her eyes and simply listened. The music flowed over her, and when the song ended, she got up. Her clothes were very basic. A t-shirt and bike shorts, no shoes. She'd pushed everything out of the center of the room to create a dance floor. She hit play again and then let her body do the work. It was nearly effortless, something she didn't have to fully think about. Perhaps if she hadn't been born with her powers, she would be going to an art school instead.
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Devika was outside early. She'd met John in the gym for her usual exercise. Then she settled out underneath the trees for her daily meditation. She had to double her effort. Everyone on campus was excited about the talent show. While excitement was pleasant, if she took in too much of it, she got more shaky than a caffeinated coke fiend. Today would be hard.
Kijani sat heavily, curling into herself a bit. Her head was ducked and her face was hidden by her hands. "Why are you doing this?" Her voice was heavy with pain. "I-- I don't have any spare cash to tip you with. So... so why?" Her comment may have been uncouth, but the tone of voice was purely confused and vulnerable.
"Why would you bother to stick around someone in pain?"
"Why would you bother to stick around someone in pain?"
Kijani went rigid as Taylor touched her. Even though it wasn't any kind of romantic touch, or even intimate, she had not even had that much in... years. That realization caused a sob to come struggling from her throat. A part of her, a loud part, realized that this bartender could easily lead her out and hurt her. No one knew her here, no one would even realize she was missing...
She tried to quell it. She wasn't in Chicago anymore. The bar was full of people, if she got into trouble, she could scream. She wasn't a pushover, not anymore.
"Where... where are we going?" Her voice sounded strained and weak. She hated it.
She tried to quell it. She wasn't in Chicago anymore. The bar was full of people, if she got into trouble, she could scream. She wasn't a pushover, not anymore.
"Where... where are we going?" Her voice sounded strained and weak. She hated it.
No clue. I don't know what to do with Jin right now. I mean.. I could have her walking through the ship but I have no idea who she'd encounter yet.
Kijani finished the song, and her attention was caught by the party. The music seemed to fade around her as she watched. They were laughing, enjoying each other, just... being there. The kid was 21, and there was just... happiness and pride, and...
Her throat seemed to close on itself. Hurriedly, she went back to her booth, trying to quell a sudden bout of shaking. Why did that hurt so much? So she'd never had a family party. So what? Big deal. Her 21st birthday had been at the best club in Chicago, everyone had been there, and... and...
A tickling down her cheek stopped her thoughts cold. Reaching up, she realized that she was crying. She couldn't remember the last time she'd shed tears of sadness.
"God, I'm having a fucking breakdown..."
Her throat seemed to close on itself. Hurriedly, she went back to her booth, trying to quell a sudden bout of shaking. Why did that hurt so much? So she'd never had a family party. So what? Big deal. Her 21st birthday had been at the best club in Chicago, everyone had been there, and... and...
A tickling down her cheek stopped her thoughts cold. Reaching up, she realized that she was crying. She couldn't remember the last time she'd shed tears of sadness.
"God, I'm having a fucking breakdown..."
I hope not... >_<
Kijani kept on dancing, not missing a beat as she moved in time with Tyler. "No thanks! I gotta drive after this and jello shots will go straight to my thinking brain." She had been very drunk, but only once. It had not been at all pleasant, and she'd promised herself that she'd never forget her own limits with substances. If only she didn't have to think, she probably would have bought three of them...
"But here-" She pulled a dollar from her pocket, folded it into a neat shape, and tucked it into his shirt pocket with a wink. "Whoever buys next gets one on me, how's that?"
"But here-" She pulled a dollar from her pocket, folded it into a neat shape, and tucked it into his shirt pocket with a wink. "Whoever buys next gets one on me, how's that?"
Devika looked to Nicholas with concern. "What is it? It sounded like you were going to ask me something..." She smiled very slightly. "Go on. Ask. We're still getting to be friends after all."
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Kijani smiled gratefully. "I promised you Italian, it seems ages ago. But tonight, we're getting the best Italian in New York City." She hooked her arm through his, and started to lead him toward the exit of the campus. "The debate for that title alone could cause a fist fight among city people. Kinda like Mets versus Yankees. No one's ever happy." A faint chuckle escaped her. "There's a place I enjoy, though. The prices could be better, but they could also be worse. But they do the food right." She gently poked him in the side. "I hope you have room in there, Connor. Because tonight, we dine like kings!"
(Feel free to just have this as an implied scene once we roll to the next day, Caits.)
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Kijani smiled gratefully. "I promised you Italian, it seems ages ago. But tonight, we're getting the best Italian in New York City." She hooked her arm through his, and started to lead him toward the exit of the campus. "The debate for that title alone could cause a fist fight among city people. Kinda like Mets versus Yankees. No one's ever happy." A faint chuckle escaped her. "There's a place I enjoy, though. The prices could be better, but they could also be worse. But they do the food right." She gently poked him in the side. "I hope you have room in there, Connor. Because tonight, we dine like kings!"
(Feel free to just have this as an implied scene once we roll to the next day, Caits.)
Kijani exhaled and leaned against the seat. The song that was playing was okay, it had a decent beat. But she really would prefer to dance to something a little faster. Still... her fingernails were tapping against the table. Checking her cell phone, she realized that she had barely two bars. Hopefully enough to look up what she needed to. She checked her bank account and her credit card and did some quick math. She would not make it longer traveling. Maybe to the next city, before she had to refill. Now she wished her car wasn't so expensive. It took premium gas, and that was suddenly an expense that became a looming concern. What could she do? Get a job? That seemed problematic. She was in her 20's already, with no real work history. All of a sudden she realized just how weak she was. She had money, and she was smart... but none of that mattered at this moment. Right now, she was no better than a child.
Feeling a rush of sadness come over her, she stood up and went toward the dance floor. Once the song ended, she walked up and made a quiet request. The DJ nodded and gave her a thumbs up. In a moment, Daft Punk's "Get Lucky" started to pour out of the speakers. She took a moment to catch the beat, and then started to groove and move on the dance floor. Her body was graceful and sleek, as she tried to lose herself in the music.
Feeling a rush of sadness come over her, she stood up and went toward the dance floor. Once the song ended, she walked up and made a quiet request. The DJ nodded and gave her a thumbs up. In a moment, Daft Punk's "Get Lucky" started to pour out of the speakers. She took a moment to catch the beat, and then started to groove and move on the dance floor. Her body was graceful and sleek, as she tried to lose herself in the music.
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