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Keela was taken aback by the girl’s blunt statement that her sister was dead, blinking a few times in surprise. ”Wait, Celest…” Keela said, following her as she walked through the brush until she caught up with her. For a moment she just walked next to her then sighed to break the silence. ”I’m flattered to remind you of your sister, but I’m not her. You can call me Keela, and I can be like your sister. I’d just hate to see me replace her for you in any way. That’s the only reason I questioned you calling me Nani, okay?” she said, a soothing tone to her voice. She reached over and took the girl’s hand and squeezed it for a second before letting go, continuing on to find this bear.
Female preferably!
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Its my birthday ^^
Happy Birthday!
Keela was about to correct the girl that her name was not Nani, but again, debated whether or not it was worth the effort. ”Is your leg healed up enough for you to come?” she asked the girl, a look of genuine worry on her face. She glanced back to Blake and Runa as they spoke, agreeing perhaps it was best to see the place first. Keela was willing to trust Blake’s judgment, but whatever he felt like doing was fine. But she really thought she could handle the bear herself. ”Really guys, I’ll be fine. I’m sure it’s dead so there’s no reason for all of us to go after it,” she said, already outside her house by this point. She caught the injured girl’s name, but then looked more confused than ever when she referred to her as her sister. ”I’m sorry, you must have me confused with your sister. Where is she?” Keela asked, trying to help the girl understand.
♫I want to break free♫
Just saw this interest check as well- Expressing interest here too.
Interested to see the rest of the idea!
Interested if high casual
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While wandering out, Fallon had managed to find the art building and ventured inside. She peeked in the various classrooms, seeing students busy at work, as if they were all extremely dedicated and hard working. They all seemed to be rather studious and it didn’t suit her personality at all. She saw a girl painting in a room full of canvases and art. She peeked into a room with lots of mannequins, determining this was the fashion design room, and seeing two others already conversing inside. She started to walk in and introduce herself, but felt suddenly shy, and like she would be a bother if she did so. So, she kept going, walking through. She walked out the other end and by that time had finished her coffee, and wandered back towards the dorms.
”You’re not getting another one are you?” Iris said, a scolding, disbelief tone to her voice. Fallon hesitated to answer. Of course she wouldn’t mind getting another, but she didn’t feel like looking at those judging green eyes.
”No, okay? Maybe just some breakfast this time…” she said. She looked to the side at her cat who eyed her suspiciously, which only made Fallon giggle. Because really, what was she going to do if Fallon decided on another cup?
She walked into the building, tossing her cup into a garbage can near the entrance, and headed back towards where the smell of coffee called her name. Maybe if she got enough caffeine today she’d feel half as studious and serious as these other people. On her way though, she saw a boy and suddenly the smell of burnt coffee beans hit her nose. It was entirely obvious to her, seeing as how she had an odd nose for the smell. Crinkling her nose, her face twitched slightly and she stopped almost right in front of the boy.
”Ew what smells burnt?” she asked him, sniffing the air when Iris nuzzled her jaw.
It’s him, Fallon… she said, as if it was obvious.
”Oh it’s you?” Fallon asked, frowning slightly and blinking, simply surprised and then a tad embarrassed as she had basically just accused this stranger of stinking. She blushed and smiled apologetically. ”I mean… I’m sorry. I was just curious,” she said, hoping that apology was good enough as she wasn’t exactly sure what to say. Say or do something nice! she yelled at herself in her head. ”Um… perhaps I can treat you to some coffee… that isn’t burned?” she asked hesitantly, unsure of what his answer would be.
”You’re not getting another one are you?” Iris said, a scolding, disbelief tone to her voice. Fallon hesitated to answer. Of course she wouldn’t mind getting another, but she didn’t feel like looking at those judging green eyes.
”No, okay? Maybe just some breakfast this time…” she said. She looked to the side at her cat who eyed her suspiciously, which only made Fallon giggle. Because really, what was she going to do if Fallon decided on another cup?
She walked into the building, tossing her cup into a garbage can near the entrance, and headed back towards where the smell of coffee called her name. Maybe if she got enough caffeine today she’d feel half as studious and serious as these other people. On her way though, she saw a boy and suddenly the smell of burnt coffee beans hit her nose. It was entirely obvious to her, seeing as how she had an odd nose for the smell. Crinkling her nose, her face twitched slightly and she stopped almost right in front of the boy.
”Ew what smells burnt?” she asked him, sniffing the air when Iris nuzzled her jaw.
It’s him, Fallon… she said, as if it was obvious.
”Oh it’s you?” Fallon asked, frowning slightly and blinking, simply surprised and then a tad embarrassed as she had basically just accused this stranger of stinking. She blushed and smiled apologetically. ”I mean… I’m sorry. I was just curious,” she said, hoping that apology was good enough as she wasn’t exactly sure what to say. Say or do something nice! she yelled at herself in her head. ”Um… perhaps I can treat you to some coffee… that isn’t burned?” she asked hesitantly, unsure of what his answer would be.
Sparks was outside her building, leaning against a side outer wall and debating whether or not to go inside. She was running through her options, arm still bleeding quite well, when her thigh buzzed. She frowned, using her uninjured arm to reach over and pull her cell out of her pocket. She pulled her mask up onto her forehead for a second and breathed heavily, still not recovered completely from her fight, as she read the text from Anon. They had met before. The first time was when she had gotten in too deep against a guy who she underestimated, and Anon had just shown up and for some reason, took her side and took care of the guy. And when you did something like that for another cape, you became allies. However unwittingly, however unintentional. She still owed him for that one actually. She hated owing people.
What’s your thoughts on this situation?
”Well I don’t like it,” she grumbled, sighing heavily and leaning her head back against the building and letting the phone lazily hit her thigh as her arm relaxed. She closed her eyes and slid down the building, sitting on the ground and letting every face of every person she’d ever murdered flash through her mind. There were so many. But in her mind, they’d all deserved it. Every case was self-defense, or she’d seen then about to kill, or they’d already committed a crime. She’d done LA so much good. And she lived with her demons for them. And now this gangster was going to ruin it. Ruin her. Ruin street justice. Taking care of the criminals the justice system ignore or let go free.
Growling under her breath she opened her eyes once more and held up the phone, texting back:
I say Caro’s life for all the lives we can save if we don’t start getting hunted down by the cops
SEND
Yes. She would kill Caro and hoped Anon and anyone else he knew would join. She only knew of one other merc she had any sort of vague agreement with, and she knew there were a heck of a lot more than 2 in the city. And she wasn’t sure how to take out Caro alone.
Biting her bottom lip she stood back up again, sliding her mask back down and sneaking back into her building. She made her way to her apartment the same way she’d left it, and shut the door silently behind her. In the dark she made her way to the bathroom, light coming on without a touch. She set to work taking off her costume and climbing in the tub, cleaning her cut and stitching it up. Slowly bruises began to appear on her from the fight she’d gotten in, but she hardly minded them. The stitches were what hurt like crazy. By the time she was done, her hands were a little shaky and she wandered into her kitchen for a bottle of booze, leaning on the kitchen counter and thinking of how best to go about this mission she’d given herself. Kill someone protected, probably by heroes, in police custody. Fun.
What’s your thoughts on this situation?
”Well I don’t like it,” she grumbled, sighing heavily and leaning her head back against the building and letting the phone lazily hit her thigh as her arm relaxed. She closed her eyes and slid down the building, sitting on the ground and letting every face of every person she’d ever murdered flash through her mind. There were so many. But in her mind, they’d all deserved it. Every case was self-defense, or she’d seen then about to kill, or they’d already committed a crime. She’d done LA so much good. And she lived with her demons for them. And now this gangster was going to ruin it. Ruin her. Ruin street justice. Taking care of the criminals the justice system ignore or let go free.
Growling under her breath she opened her eyes once more and held up the phone, texting back:
I say Caro’s life for all the lives we can save if we don’t start getting hunted down by the cops
SEND
Yes. She would kill Caro and hoped Anon and anyone else he knew would join. She only knew of one other merc she had any sort of vague agreement with, and she knew there were a heck of a lot more than 2 in the city. And she wasn’t sure how to take out Caro alone.
Biting her bottom lip she stood back up again, sliding her mask back down and sneaking back into her building. She made her way to her apartment the same way she’d left it, and shut the door silently behind her. In the dark she made her way to the bathroom, light coming on without a touch. She set to work taking off her costume and climbing in the tub, cleaning her cut and stitching it up. Slowly bruises began to appear on her from the fight she’d gotten in, but she hardly minded them. The stitches were what hurt like crazy. By the time she was done, her hands were a little shaky and she wandered into her kitchen for a bottle of booze, leaning on the kitchen counter and thinking of how best to go about this mission she’d given herself. Kill someone protected, probably by heroes, in police custody. Fun.
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