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Post by dream on Jun 1, 2009 16:47:44 GMT -5
[/color] ----------april 24th , panera , ready , word count - 668 , outfit , queens, new york[/color][/center] Waking up early wasn't really near the top of her "favorite things to do." It probably never was really, always so annoying, you had nothing to do really, no one else was up, the birds were still chirping, and not all the clothing stores were open or anything. But, at least she got an early start and could decide what she wanted to wear today. Flipping on the TV, she smiled weakly at her Golden Retriever puppy, Roxy. The bouyant pup woofed happily at her owner, following her around, knowing she was about to be fed. Licking her lips, the puppy pawed her food bowl, and with big brown eyes looked up to the blue ones that were smiling down at her, "I'll feed you, don't worry." Dumping a half-cup of food in there, the vet said to be easy on how much she actually fed her. Checking the label, she got her own breakfast, before heading back to her bedroom, eying her aunt who was always up before it it seemed, "Morning, how are you?" Pausing, the blonde looked towards the TV and then her aunt before responding as Roxy ate, "Fine, yourself?" Jordan replied, mentally though, something that she'd prefer she didn't do, but she was her "guardian" while they waited for her to turn 18. "Just fine."
[/s] Heading back upstairs in the townhouse with three levels, she then changed out of her pajamas, having washed her hair last night and dressed in fitting jeans, black boots which ended below her knees a few inches, then a white and blue checkered blouse and a jacket over that, then her purse. Slinging that over her shoulder, checking the time, 10:00 a.m. she killed an hour just by getting dressed. Smiling lightly to herself, she then patted Roxy who was toying with a ball and Jordan was making dinner for that night, which had to cook for 10 hours in the Crock Pot. "I'm out fo the day, see you later, Aunt Jordan." She plugged in her iPod, and locked the door behind her, before setting out onto the sidewalk, walking to the beast of Coldplay, one of the many artists she had on her 16g iPod, courtesy of her mother, though she personally didn't like the thought of her mother, she still used it anyway. Heading down the street, avoiding most people, she frowned as thoughts of others' began to seep into her own thoughts. Eyes flickered upwards for a moment as she caught someone who was contemplating on just getting it over with. Getting what over with? Following the "trail," of the person whose thought that belonged to, she realized it was a cab driver, who seemed to be waiting for a fare. Then, as his thoughts kept pressing to her, she realized he was thinking about getting the fare over with already, having done this route plenty of times. Brushing by some others, she continued on her way towards Central Park, one of the best places to go, she thought. Boots thumped slightly on the sidewalk, before realizing she was closer to Central Park, personally, she liked Queens somewhat, but at least the part they lived in seemed to be better than other parts. Lips pursed slightly, as she pressed on, debating on getting on the Metro, but deciding against it. Turning to head towards a coffee shop, she opened the door, and suddenly bumped into another person, having been focusing on the thoughts she was getting, she barely had time to register what was going on before it happened. Looking up immediately and yanking an earbud out of her ear, she spoke, "I'm sorry!" she grinned weakly, stepping aside to let the person enter before her, since they both were planning on heading inside, she toyed with her headache, mainly by running a hand gently through her sheared locks, a thing Jasper had suggested she do the last time she'd seen him. Eying the person, she held the door open for them, "Go ahead."[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by kenzie on Jun 1, 2009 17:03:15 GMT -5
Kenzie had finished her band camp in California and decided she would come to New York and stay a bit in her father’s other apartment, the one where he took his lady friends. She knew her dad was back in Washington waiting for her to return but she didn’t care what he wanted her to do because right now she was more focused on her life and after what Henry told her she wasn’t sure what she would do.
She walked down the street in Queens. She hadn’t been to Queens for a couple years now but the one place she knew that would still be there was the café her cab driver dropped her off at when she threaten to kill him if he wouldn’t stop looking at her. Her life was screwed up now a days and just as she went to grab the door a girl bumped into her.
You better be. She gave her a kind smile not wanting to have her power come out. “Its ok.” She sized up the up checking to see if she had an admiral opponent. She seemed nice enough. “Thanks.” She stepped inside looking back at the girl as she also entered. “I’m Kenzie.”
It had been a long time since she had made any friends. After she had been kidnapped her old friends had left her and she was stuck staying at home. She needed to make some good friends besides Henry who was crazy and now evil.
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Post by dream on Jun 1, 2009 17:16:04 GMT -5
[/color] ----------april 24th , panera , happy , word count - 460 , outfit , queens, new york[/color][/center] A silent breah of air escaped her as the girl didn't explode on her. Turning off her iPod upon entering the place, she smiled weakly, and nodded, though heard a thought, "you better be." What? Hoping it hadn't come from the girl, she attempted to supress it, like Jordan had taught her how to do. Nibbling on her bottom lip silently, before hearing the thanks, and shortly responding with a polite gesture of her own, "No problem." Letting the door close behind them, the blonde quickly sized her up, as the thoughts from everyone else seemed to drift away. It was nice, to be able to think by yourself, not having anyone else's thoughts in her head. Smiling to herself, she looked up when the girl introduced herself, nodding, she replied, not giving out her first name, which she usually did, "I'm Hope, but I go by Kait too, my middle name, so which-ever suits you best." she grinned uneasily.
Ok, she was nice enough to make friends, but the friendships always came so awkwardly to her. Especially if she could hear their thoughts, which got annoying, she thought. Eyes glanced around the place, noticing only a few places were left. Remaining behind the girl, giving her her space, she was tempted to strike up a conversation with her, but how? Pondering over this for a moment, Jynx, her real first name then shifted, "Here, to avoid another crash, you can get in line first." she flashed a friendly grin, not wanting to have another crash or headache from someone else's mind again. Closing her mind, so to speak to avoid others' thoughts, the teen looked up to the menu, and inquired, deciding to change from her usual order, "Do you know anything to suggest, Kenzie?" she tried the name, it seemed to fit the girl.
Looking towards Kenzie, she pressed, "I'm sorry, but it's nice to meet you." she glanced back up to the menu, they had a few minutes to decide what they wanted to eat, or drink. She'd probably just get something with caffeine to drink, she hardly ate breakfast anymore, a habit she'd gotten into, and one that she planned on getting out of sooner or later. Running a hand through her hair once more, nervously, she was thankful she didn't seem to be catching anything from others, besides the few people around her in line, the guy behind her was worried if he was going to be late for work. It was 10:20-something now, so she was guessing he probably had to be in by 10:30 or he just planned on being there soon. Shifting back to look to Kenzie, Jynx surely hoped nothing too bad would happen, maybe she could make a new friend.
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Post by kenzie on Jun 2, 2009 7:05:35 GMT -5
Kenzie smiled at her as they walked in. “Cool names.” She sated with ease though she was still on edge somewhat not knowing the girl and all. She never was good at talking with girls because of their fake demeanor that always got in the way. Looking around the room her thoughts slightly turn into more of a humming noise of a song she heard earlier in the day.
Her head turns back looking at Hope. “Thanks.” She gets in line looking at her shoes that were her wedged pink slip on, she had gotten for her birthday. She looked up at the girl smiling. “I usually just get a frap.” Especially after the past weeks drama with my power. “You know it really helps with guy trouble too.” She chuckles slightly not sure that if that is what girls still talked about or not. She so needed friends.
“Its nice to meet you too.” Once they front on the line Kenzie ordered a coffee frap and a banana muffin. After she had gotten her order she started to walk away but quickly walked back smiling at Hope. “So Hope do you want to sit together?” She bit her lip waiting for the girl to answer, it felt just like middle school again. This could be a start of a good friendship that she desperately needed so she wasn’t going to screw it up.
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Post by dream on Jun 2, 2009 10:51:53 GMT -5
[/color] ----------april 24th , panera , excited , word count - 460 , outfit , queens, new york[/color][/center] At the statement of "cool names," Jynx smiled weakly, as she heard Kenzie's thoughts turn into a song. She almost blurted out the song lyrics, but ultimately decided against it. Listening to some other thoughts, she kept Kenzie's near the front of her train of thought, keeping an eye on this girl, curious to learn more about her, though it sounded bad - one way or another. Kenzie usually just got a frap? A light smile appeared on her lips, she did too. Laughing lightly, she spoke, "Same here." Turning her attention to the menu once more, she decided on getting a mocha instead, Jordan liked them, so maybe she would. Shifting, feeling the guy behind them get even more antsy, her thoughts tumbled when she heard someone cursing loudly. Glancing their way, she noticed they were silent, but glaring at someone who was yammering away on their Bluetooth. Seeing the angry young man grip something, she tensed and without realizing it, gripped Kenzie's arm slightly. When nothing happened, she released her, and murmured, "Sorry, I had like a...mini panic attack."
At Kenzie's words, then the thought about her power, shock rolled through her. A power? Was it like what she had? She was purely curious, but how could she go about that? Lips pursed, though she laughed, unable to help herself but to agree, "They usually do, so does chocolate." she winked lightly. She fell silent, letting Kenzie order what she wanted, before she herself stepped up and asked for a poppyseed muffin, then a one-pump mocha, getting what Jordan usually asked for. Paying, she got her drink and muffin, then turned to Kenzie as she called her Hope, smiling lightly, she nodded happily, "Sure, that'd be cool." She was jumping at the chance of making another friend now. Sitting down at a two-seater table with Kenzie, she inquired, curious, "Technically, we aren't supposed to ask women this, but since we're both women, I guess it doesn't matter, I'm 17, though...how old are you?" She was getting nervous, she would probably talk this girl's ear off.
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Post by kenzie on Jun 3, 2009 9:17:58 GMT -5
Kenzie smiled when Hope said they got the same drink usually. “Awesome.” She looked at the man who was glaring. Oh my god did I do that? She jumped in shock when Hope grabbed her arm. At first she though her power was going wacky but then realized that Hope wasn’t going to attack her. “It’s cool. I used to get them a lot when I was younger.” She gave her a warm smile reassuring the girl that it was ok.
Kenzie almost skipped to the table. She was feeling a lot like she used to before the attack and she was happy about that. Sipping at her drink she almost chocked when Hope said about women’s ages. “Yeah most don’t like that.” She chuckles before she replies. “I’m sixteen.” She unwraps her muffin taking a bite of it, she loved banana, it was her favorite fruit.
She was about to ask Hope where she was from when her throat started closing up on her. She couldn’t breath as her hands started to shake and her neck veins clenched up making them visible. Nuts. I should have asked. She was allergic to walnuts, which must had been the café’s nut of choice for a banana muffin. Kenzie was frighten that she wouldn’t be able to find her epi-pen. Skimming through her purse she searched for it still freaking out.
I can die. With that one thought of death Kenzie’s eyes glowed a red color as the café became loud all of a sudden. The man that had been glaring at the person on the blue tooth earlier was now chocking the younger man nearly to death. Her eyes dart to the commotion. This is bad. Real bad. What have I done? She finally found her pen pushing it into her leg breathing as fast as she could with the medication working its effects to heal her.
She lowered her head placing a hand over her eyes as the redness went away. She looked up at Hope as the fight ended with the men unsure what had just happened. It was obvious that Hope had seen what she could be. “I um…I.” She fumbled trying to grab her things and run out of there. “I should go.” She was now frighten for her own life. If Hope told anyone she would be locked up for sure even if her father was involved with the government she wouldn’t be safe.
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Post by dream on Jun 3, 2009 20:03:25 GMT -5
[/color] ----------april 24th , panera , excited , word count - 460 , outfit , queens, new york[/color][/center] Grinning at Kenzie's response about the age thing, she nodded solemnly. Course, she still had to understand why exactly women were so touchy on their actual ages. And she could even read minds! for crying out loud. Her thoughts tumbled over one another, as she suddenly felt, heard someone's thoughts turn darker, more angry. Kenzie's age distracted her, and all the voices but Kenzie's own thoughts hit her, she was sixteen, a year younger than her own seventeen. Giving the other girl a light smile, she mused, "Ah, younger, but...when's your birthday?" She could go into her head and see, but her morals went darker there, that wasn't a thing she'd allow herself to do to someone intentionally anyway, and especially someone she wanted to be friends with. Hearing her phone go off, meaning a text had been sent, she muttered, "Excuse me for a second."
But, the moment as she looked down, her mind jumped into chaos, and she whimpered, trying to cover it up with a sneeze, as the anger from everyone overwhelmed her. Trying to close her mind like Jordan had taught her, she saw the guy from earlier strangling the other one who had been on his blue tooth. Looking to Kenzie to see if she too was angry, but to find her struggling. "Kenzie?" Jynx demanded, panic evident in her voice, she stood up to help her friend, before hearing the girl's thoughts, I could die. With that, she frowned, she was allergic. Glancing at the muffin, she frowned, she wouldn't have ordered it if she knew she was allergic, would she? Frowning lightly, then when Kenzie seemed to blame this on herself, Jynx pondered. Why would she blame herself?
Kenzie jumped up to leave, saying she had to go. Concern flickered over the blonde's features, before she dashed after her, thankful everyone seemed to be in their seats, which meant out of both her and Kenzie's way. Going after her onto the sidewalk, she shouted, "Kenzie, wait!" eyes locked onto the dark-haired girl, as she attempted to reach for Kenzie's mind. Following her, when she finally caught up to her, she kept pace, inquiring, "Kenzie, what happened? Are you all right?" she looked her, ok, she'd say it, friend over to make sure she was all right. "Kenzie..." she paused, as people brushed past them, Jynx gently brushed her arm against Kenzie, before taking a chance, knowing if Kenzie wasn't what she thought she was, then she could play it off, "It's not your fault..."
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Post by kenzie on Jun 4, 2009 8:39:48 GMT -5
Kenzie smiled at her. “June 30th.” So she wasn’t that much younger but it didn’t really matter to her. She nodded putting her hand up letting that girl get her phone. “No problem.” After the event that just happened Kenzie ran out of the café stopping turning around looking at Hope. ”I don’t know…”
She looked at the girl as she touched her arm. She didn’t want to lie to her about this, she didn’t want to lie to anyone anymore. Meeting Hope’s eyes she looked into them. “I have a power.” She whispered not sure what she was going to do if Hope ran away but she was sure her dad could help her out if needed. “When I get mad, scared or upset my anger goes to other people.” She moves to the side as people past by. “I did the fight back there. I didn’t mean to it just happened. All the time.”
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Post by dream on Jun 6, 2009 12:19:21 GMT -5
[/color] ----------april 24th , streets , curious , word count - 419 , outfit , queens, new york[/color][/center] Breathing a sigh of relief, Hope was pretty thankful she'd gotten caught up to where Kenzie was. Tucking the girl's birthday to the back of her head, she paused when she heard Kenzie's thoughts, they were extremely worried, troubled. See, she didn't want to leave Kenzie, first off because of their blossoming friendship - she hoped. Second, she wanted to know exactly what Kenzie could do. There was something Jynx knew was going on, and she'd like to know if she could - without reading and going through her mind of course. It was just wrong doing it to friends, her morals wouldn't let her do it to her family, unless she absolutely had to, same with friends. Jynx kept her pace matching Kenzie's, as she paid attention to the girl's thoughts carefully, before hearing her suddenly speak aloud. "I have a power" rang in her ears for a moment before it seemed to register. Shock ran over her, as she realized she really meant a power, like she had.
She moved to the side, and the blonde eagerly followed. Eyes watched her new friend silently, curious as to what she had to say. Listening intently, her jaw dropped, before she quickly clamped her mouth shut as she digested it, "You...you can give people like....rage?" that sounded - interesting, though dangerous and quite annoying at the same time. Could she confide in her too? Would she turn her in? She could always run too, Jynx thought, that's what Jynx could do. Pursing her lips slightly, she hesitated, and murmured, since they were to the side so no one really buy Kenzie and herself could hear, "I....I have one too." she looked down, then looked up to Kenzie silently, and spoke, "You were thinking of a song earlier in the coffee place." she hesitated, "And you're allergic to walnuts." Pausing, realizing she was rambling, she added, "I can read others' minds."
Clasping her hand around Kenzie's arm, she gently reassured her friend, "You can't help it though, Kenzie, it's just you, ok?" she raised both eyebrows, before releasing her friend, letting her have her private, personal bubble. But - why hadn't she been infected by Kenzie's power? That was interesting, sighing gently, Hope promised, "I swear, I won't tell anyone, Kenzie." she nodded reassuringly, hoping Kenzie would do the same. Why would she? If she turned her in, then Kenzie, while caught could turn her in too. Therefore, why even do it? Hope would never - that would be stupid. |
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Post by kenzie on Jun 8, 2009 8:49:09 GMT -5
Kenzie watched Hope who looked like she was in a deadly shock. She nodded looking around making sure no one was listening to them. “Ya its called Primal Rage well that’s what someone doctors call it.” Kenzie backed away when Hope said she had one to. Was this all just a trick her dad was playing on her? She sighs realizing that her father had no idea she would freak out at a coffee shop. “I heard about others who have that power.” She looked at Hope thinking about what she told her she was doing earlier. “Still a little creepy.” She gave her a playfully nudge.
Kenzie gave her a smile before she nodded. “I know but its still my fault.” She gave her a look as she put her pinky finger out. “I wont tell about your power either.” Sure wanting to do a pinky promise was lame but Kenzie never was really good with making friends and had no idea what they did when they promised something.
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