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I'm very possessive of it's contents.
So don't steal my s**t yo.
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Here's an interesting question that should be posed before we go into our story.

What makes someone a good guy or a bad guy?

The reason this is asked because that is what our very story centers around. When you have a group of people who under any other circumstances would be considered the bad guys pulling what I guess you would call a 'Robin Hood', do their titles change from bad to good? These people honestly don't care what others think of their actions, mostly because people don't know who they are, and if they do, they're usually grateful for what their doing.

And in the long run? That's all they need to feel good about their actions.

As said, you can call some of the actions of these ten people a 'Robin Hood'; taking from the rich and giving to the poor. Though, it's not always the poor, sometimes it's just someone who's really desperate, and they're the last point of hope. And god only knows, the only part about what they do that many people would start classifying as a bad guy action is they require payments for their services. They're hard enough to get a hold of too, they have to be, or else they could get caught doing the… messier aspects of their jobs.

What no one knows, even their clients, is everything that goes on behind the scenes. And this is that story. Because there is only so much that can go on when people are trying to do good in a world where the feel everyone who claims to be good is faking it, and they're doing it in the only way they ever learned, without the addition of their odd web of relationships. With those added? Endless stories that must be told. And an odd web it is. Ten friends, ten generally different but all equally strong personalities. They're all the best at what they do, whether it be lying, stealing, hacking, fighting, so on and so forth. How they met is generally a mystery, most were through the fact that they've been in this… profession a long time, and after awhile you just build up connections like that.

How the idea for what they do now is also a mystery, but they've been doing it for awhile, though the final line up just recently fell into place.

And here is where the story really starts. Where do your loyalties lay? Will you believe that though unorthodox and slightly illegal, their actions make them the good guys, or will you say they are the bad ones, no matter what they try to do?

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The Girls
The Alibi;; Taken o u t r a g e o u s KOI
She's not there when any jobs go down for the most part, and for good reason. She would be a very good alibi for them if she were there herself. No one ever seems to doubt the innocence of this girl, which makes her the perfect alibi if a problem should ever arise. The hippie dippy, peace and love, activist type, most wouldn't peg her for the type to be mixed up in all of this. Too much violence on some ends of this kind of profession. Of course, many are surprised to know that when it comes to violence she can cause almost as much damage as the muscle, without so much as the blink of an eye.

The Gymnast;; Open --
A lot of people said that with her skills, this girl could've gone on to be one of the best gymnasts in the world. She says? There are so many more practical uses for her talents. Like thievery. Of course, she doesn't always put it that way. More like… 'retrieval artist', yeah, that's it. You've got something in high security that you need? She'll get it, no problem. And if she happens to set off any alarms- not likely, but still -she's gone in a flash. When she's not busy stealing, she's usually a mischievous little trouble maker, and everyone seems to love her for it. Really she's sweet, in her own 'special' way.

The Bystander;; Open --
She keeps her hands clean of all of this. Really, no joke. She's not even providing alibi's for people. So what is her deal? She kinda just stumbled into the fray by accident, and sticks with her friends, because of just that, they're her friends. And okay, it was kind of a lie when it was said she keeps her hands clean of everything. She will be the one to provide common sense when they seem to be having issues of trying to figure out how to do a job. She holds the common sense when dealing with all the sorted relationships within the group too. Basically, she has a lot of perspective. Her friends won't let her participate any further in their activities then she already does though. She doesn't need any more corruption, as a few of them put it. It's not clear if she wants to have any more real part in it either.

The Repeat Offender;; Reserved --
This girl is always causing trouble; she's been causing it for awhile now. Most would call her a con artist, and most would be right. She's been dragged in on it before, but she's gotten better and more discreet in what she does. With the context of the jobs that this group pulls off together, she's around to play whatever role is needed. And she's damn good at it if you really need to know. If someone happens to catch on that everything she was saying to charm them was total bullshit, she's generally long gone, her part over. She's a careful and sometimes secretive person, if only to keep herself from getting caught. It's hard for her to lie and pull the acting tricks with her friends, because most of them know when she's faking it; they're usually the only people who do.

The Hacker;; Reserved --
A smart cookie, that's what this girl is. She can crack anything computer related, which comes in handy when you need to shut down security systems. They haven't come up with a system yet that she can't crack, no matter how much time it takes her to get it. The best part about her job? She doesn't have to be seen to do it. Even when committing their 'crimes' her shy demeanor carries over, and she prefers the fact that she doesn't have to do any smooth talking or dealing with people outside of her friends. Just her and a computer. Sure, her shy smile can leave a lot of people speechless, but she prefers to be around the people that don't expect much from her word wise. Sure, she'll talk to them- but not much. Everyone thinks it's cute though, so she generally has nothing to worry about.

The Guys
The Muscle;; Taken o u t r a g e o u s KOI
Guarantee you right now, for every weapon you find on his person, he probably has two more hidden away somewhere in his room. Of course, he doesn't need weapons to get his job done. Looking at him you wouldn't think he would be the person enlisted to do the enforcing when things go a bit sour, but as they say, appearances can be deceiving. Now, he isn't one to start out violent, but it's not his fault if someone pisses him off and everyone ends up getting hurt in one way or another. Generally though, he's a charming guy, who if you saw him with his friends, you wouldn't think he could hurt a fly. He's good at easing tensions between people, probably because he's just as good as creating them.

The Speedster;; Reserved --
On the occasion that they're a little too close for comfort when it comes to getting caught in the act, he's the one you want to look to. Anyone can drive fast, it takes real talent to drive fast and not get caught. Mind, it's generally not the cops they're running from, it's whoever they're messing with this time. He's able to get everyone out in no time flat, and he's an expert at losing people and staying lost from them. His talents have come in handy more then a few times. When he's not taking care of his car- something that he does seem to do a lot, he tends to be the comic relief with his friends, taking away a lot of the stress from getting ready for jobs.

The Converted;; Open --
He didn't always used to think these guys were good. There was a time when he thought that even though they were trying to do good, that didn't constitute their actions. Up until a short while a go, when he got to be real friends with one of them, he did his hardest to try and get them caught. Now he works with them, and he's proven to be the best one to come up with initial plan outlines that they can work out according to abilities. It's basically his job to make sure that things go off how they're supposed to, he's the one on the headset, counting off when people are supposed to be doing what. Outside of this, he's a guy with strong morals, and a strong sense of where lines fall and what lines can and can't be crossed. In all honesty? Some people like him and some people don't. No big deal, it's just the truth.

The Undercover;; Open --
Think of the Repeat Offender. Now wipe everything but her acting abilities out of your mind. While she's more of a distraction for when things are going down, The Undercover is usually there to get inside before things are supposed to happen. Get people to trust him, get all the inner workings down so he can relay them back to everyone else. If he's not careful though, he can find himself in some pretty tight spots. And let's just say, he's not the most careful of people. With his friend's he's the one who will make stupid comments that people have come to generally disregard. Other then that, he just acts without thinking in general, which is becoming more and more of a problem.

The Arranger;; Open --
Well, they need someone who's a people person, because it can be guaranteed that all the others put together wouldn't have the connections or smoothness this guy has down to get their clients and put them at ease on the fact that at the end of the day, they're putting all their last hopes and their money in people who if we get down to it, are normal the bad guys. He's the one they get in touch with, and usually the only one they deal with, unless he decides something's weird, and in that case The Muscle is brought in, but that's about it. Aside from being smooth talker, he's a true sweet guy when he's dealing with his friends. He rarely fights with any others, but he also believes and letting everyone figure their issues out for themselves.

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When you have so many people working together? They’re bound to form a relationship or two of many different kinds. These guys are no exception, and sometimes with all the issues going on in their personal lives between each other, some jobs have become close calls to getting caught.

●The Alibi, The Arranger, The Muscle, and The Hacker are roommates, splitting the rent on a boarding house that has more then enough room for all of them, which is good, since recently the Hacker has been taking cover from the Alibi, slightly hurt by the other's actions while they're trying to start a relationship. While those two are at odds though, The Arranger and The Muscle are in a relationship that has been going on for about a year now, and things couldn't be better for them.
●The Speedster and The Alibi are close friends, and sometimes they act as more then friends. Instead of initiating a real relationship from it though, they are just keeping it strictly physical. Though, the Speedster would like something more, the Alibi wants to keep it casual, due to her more serious relationship starting up with the Hacker, but she's not even sure she can keep a commitment either to the Hacker, but she's trying.
●The Converted is getting to most of the other's lately, but he and the Gymnast have become good friends, and while he fights often with The Repeat Offender, she is often the one mediating between the two, trying to keep her girlfriend and current best friend from kill each other. He has also managed to piss of the Muscle on more then one occasion, meaning he keeps his distance from the other, mostly for self preservation, since the Muscle has made it clear that if he pisses him off one more time, he will beat the crap out of him.
●Another person who is getting close with The Converted is The Undercover, though that's in a more awkward romantic sense then it is friendship. Awkward because on more then one occasion one has said something stupid to the other and vice versa, often ruining whatever was happening.
●The Bystander has been complaining more and more to her closest pal, Arranger, about how she wishes The Speedster would stop looking at her how everyone else looks at her and start seeing her the way she sees him. This is prompting Arranger to pester Muscle about getting Alibi to stop holding onto Speedster just for a sexual relationship so that Bystander will have an actual chance.
●Muscle is the one to pester about anything relating to the Alibi because they've known each other for as long as they can remember, and when she's being stubborn, he's the one you go to if you really want to get her to do anything, though there's not always a guarantee that she'll listen to him either.
●Repeat Offender is a bit dismayed by the fact that her girlfriend, Gymnast, is becoming such good friends with Converted, since she and Converted are always going at each other's throats. She can't say anything to the one closest to her in their group of friends though, because that person is Undercover, who is well on his way to falling for converted.


So, in a nutshell;
Alibi, Arranger, Muscle and Hacker are roommates.
Hacker and Alibi mutually like each other, but because of Alibi's bad approach at commitment and her continued relationship with Speedster, there's a lot of issues with the relationship getting off the ground.
Arranger and Muscle have been in a committed relationship for awhile now, and that one is working out just fine.
Speedster and Alibi are in a casual physical relationship as well as being good friends, and while Speedster wants more, Alibi wants to keep it where it's at through to her growing relationship with Hacker.
While getting on everyone's nerves, Converted is now good friends with Gymnast, who mediates most of his fights with Repeat Offender.
Converted has also pissed off Muscle one too many times, and if he does it one more time, he's sure to get his a** kicked.
Undercover and Converted are having trouble starting a relationship, due to each acting stupid and causing general major awkwardness.
Bystander has gotten it bad for Speedster, but isn't getting anything other then normal friend attention from him, which she complains about to Arranger.
Arranger is trying to make Muscle talk Alibi out of keeping up her relationship with Speedster so Bystander can have a chance.
Muscle is the one for this because he and Alibi have known each other for as long as each can remember.
Finally, the two closest people to Repeat Offender, her girlfriend Gymnast and her best friend Uncovered, are both becoming close to Converted with annoys her greatly due to her bad relationship with the male.

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Misc;;

First of all, yes, I'm totally putting these rules down backwards. Why? Because I'm bored, it's three in the morning, and my brain isn't working properly. So the rules that belong in no other category? Eh, you know the drill. ToS, no cybering, play nice, keep ooc arguing away from the roleplay, so on and so forth. OH! and if you steal anything from this roleplay, you're on my s**t list for life. Like, really? Can't come up with anything on your own? This covers my profile skeleton, and the graphics. I did this stuff all by myself, and I will be pissed as hell if I find them anywhere else. Unless you're a friend, don't even bother to ask me if you can use any of it, or if I can make something for you. 'Cause I won't, and I get bitchy if people start to annoy me constantly about it. So yeah, that be that. You can have up to two characters, if you think you can handle it. Annnnndddd, be patient with me when it comes to PMs and such. I have a life, and I do a lot of work even while I'm on gaia.

Posting;;

Seeing as this is a roleplay, you will obviously be posting. Hopefully often. Please, please don't join and never come back, I would like this thread to live, after all. More on the subject though; Pretty posts are fun, but if you're going to use a pic, please don't make it so large that it takes up most of the post and leaves a tiny little space for your writing. And I will tell you if it's too big. Bright colors that blind are also a no no. What is expected in the post? This will be said in the literacy section, but I'll say it here too. I don't want to see lest then four paragraphs a post, and that's minimum. Aiming for five or six and higher would make me a very happy camper though.

Profiles;;

Here is where you use the skeleton I provide. It's pretty easy to fill out, so fill it out correctly please. DO NOT take my skeleton. I will hunt you down, shoot you, and hang you from a tree as an example. Moving on now. PM your profile and reserves to me under a pretty subject line that uses the word 'blurry' creatively. I will not answer PM's without a subject. I will delete them. I do not care if it is a reserve. When you send in a reserve, send me a link to a sample of your rping, a recent post you've made for an rp will work just fine. I'll be checking your post history anyway, but it's nice to be given one instead of having to sift through tons of stuff. I will tell you if I think you'll be able to last in this rp or not, trust me. No celebrities or anime pictures please. Or Internet celebrities either. You know who I'm talking about. If it's a picture I've seen a million and three times, then I will tell you to change it. If you have more then one picture, please let them be the same person. Lastly, make your characters original. I don't want a character with some overly tragic life. People are diverse and they have all sorts of lives, make that show with your characters.

Literacy;;

This is a literate to advance literate roleplay. In fact, I said it before and I'll remind you again. When you send in a reserve, send me a link to a sample of your rping. I'll be checking your post history anyway, but it's nice to be given one instead of having to sift through tons of stuff. I will tell you if I think you'll be able to last in this rp or not, trust me. What does that mean? That in addition to decent length of four paragraphs or more to your posts, I expect proper grammer and spelling. Now, I know that we can't always be correct, hell I slip up all the time, but for the most part, I want to read a post and not see tons of mistakes. All you have to do is look it over quickly before you post it. How hard is that? Not very, really. Also, chatspeak? I don't want to see any, at all. I don't like, it annoys me, as well as it annoys other people. Please and thank you. Anymore questions on literacy, just ask.

{[Rules lent to me by my awesome friend XANDRiiAMARii3___goesRAWR, don't ask me for them, and unless you're a friend of hers, I'd leave her alone about it too.]}

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✄Ziraili Kioni Rossouw

Yeah I'm the evil one who said 'I'm gonna let everything just happen.
❝She'll be your Alibi Witness.❞

Sawubona! You already know my real name, but no one ever uses that, most people just call me Zee or Zira, most people can't even pronounce Ziraili. I've been celebrating my birthday on October 13th for the past twenty-three years. My mommy used to say I was her little princess, but I don't think she was ever ready for me to go chasing after those outrageous girls and oversexed boys. I think the formal name for that is not picky? Okay okay, pansexual I suppose. All that technical stuff doesn't really matter though. What matters is that my heart keeps speeding up for Hacker, Speedster will always just be just a friend.

Truth be told, people say I'm;;

Mellow
✔ If you were to ask my friends about me, I guarantee the first thing that they'll blurt out because they have big mouths is how much of a hippie-dippy love and peace mellow girl I am. Really, I don't see any point in stressing out about anything too much. Not enough time in life for all of that. I spent a lot of my childhood being told I should stress over stupid things, and when I got to be like, sixteen, I figured out it was just plain stupid to stress over pointless things. Besides, lying like I do, you can't have a tendency to freak under pressure, because I could seriously ******** things up for everyone.

Eccentric
✔ Why be normal? I have odd behavior patterns, which can be best described under this word. I know that most of my belief and morals are a little odd considering the world I chose to work in. But we're doing good, no matter what other people might think. But yes, I'm the kind of girl you'll see on the train coming back from where she was with a drum, actually playing the drum on the train. Or the girl that's rollerblading around town, handing out flyers without so much as a word. Then I'm that person who is utterly and completely against violence and who will do everything to avoid it, but if you make the wrong comment that sets off my very hard to get to temper, I'll break three of your ribs without the blink or a eye. Every moral has an exception, they're like rules.

A Good Liar
✔ Of course, if you know I'm such a good liar, are my lies really working? Hmm... but yes, in order to do what I do, I have to be a good liar. It doesn't help that if you don't really know me, the first and foremost thing you see an innocent girl. One, I'm twenty-three, and two, I am sure as hell not innocent. See what I mean? My job isn't required all the time, but my ability to lie without a blink of my eye is has come in hand a few times. A lot of the time my friends can't even tell when I'm lying, because no one can figure out my tell. Uh, good for me I suppose?

I think you should hear a little bit about my life too. Here it goes:

My name is Zee. Please, just don't even attempt my name. Just about everyone butchers it, and that makes me die a little inside every time that happens. Okay, so I'm being overdramatic, but I do mean it when I say don't bother trying to attempt my name. Life is just a little bit easier if you don't. Anyway, as I said, I'm Zee, and I'm from South Africa. Now something that does kill me a little bit inside? Every time someone says 'but you're white!' or some variation thereof when I tell them where I get my pretty little accent from. One, you'd be dead wrong. My father was a Black African, a Zulu to be more specific, my mother was White, from France. I just some how ended up looking completely like my mother, except for I have my father's smile. Everyone who knew him has told me that at one time or another. And two, have they stopped teaching African History of any sort in schools? Or did you skip those days? South Africa is notorious for the racism of Whites against the other racial groups. A lot of that is over, but still, that would be a little proof that there are indeed White people in South Africa, and there's tons more to say on the matter, but I just get frustrated trying to explain it. So unless you would like an arm broken in four places, I suggest you keep your mouth shut. Moving on.

So I was born in South Africa, and raised there for some of my childhood. By the time I had left South Africa, I had had two families, my current one, and my original parents. My original parents? They died. I don't remember them that well, I was seven when they died. They were killed, because of racism, because they were together, an interracial couple. You have to understand, until I was five, my parents couldn't even legally married. They had only been married for two years when they died. Now, please, don't pity me, because I know my parents knew the dangers of their relationship. And they knew I was going to know that too one day, whether they were around or not. How were they killed? They were beaten and to death, I wasn't there. I actually don't even remember where I was. Just that I wasn't there. So age seven? Lost my parents and soon I moved in with my Auntie and Uncle.

My Auntie Melody and Uncle Asher aren't related to me by blood, but they are the closest things can come to being related to me by blood. My Mama didn't have much family wise, My Papa's family didn't really have the means to take care of me. Auntie Melody and Uncle Asher would've been the people my Mama would've insisted on if she had known what was going to happen. My Papa would've agreed with her, he had almost always gone along with what Mama had said and wanted for me. I don't know all the legal matters to it, but first I lived with them, while the adopted me as fast as possible. I still obviously call the Auntie and Uncle, they never insisted on anything else, which I'm grateful for. I do refer to their son and two daughters as my brother and sisters though, because we were treated as if we were such; Posy, who was born two years after I was adopted, Ivy a year after that, and Lestat, who is a year older then me. The names of my siblings is usually the first indicators that I'm adopted, with mine being so different from all of theirs. I think Lestat was jealous of me when I first came to live with his family. Sure, we had known each other for our whole lives before that, but he was used to being the only child, and I ruined that. Things are fine now though, he'll tell you more about that I'm sure.

When I was ten, we left South Africa, moved to France, and then a year after that we moved to England. I grew up mostly there, doing my own thing, living my own life. At seventeen we made our final move to America, and that's where I am now, though I've moved from my Auntie's and Uncle's home. How I got involved in what I do now? Protecting my big brother. Sorta. Someone said he did something, they had no real proof, and I made the perfect alibi. I can lie like it's my first language, and with our names and nothing saying that I'm his sister, I got him out of the line of suspicion in a heartbeat. Yay for me? I suppose so.

We caught up with everyone else by being the best at what we do. I kid you not. It sorta just happened with one job, and then another, and then another. Soon this was our lives, and we all had our individual little roles in it all. We're doing good, whether you think it or not. Personally I don't care what you think. I have three families now. My Mama and Papa, who are dead. My Auntie and Uncle, who are blissfully unaware of what my brother and I do, and my friends, who protect me just as I protect them.

That's it I think. Oh yeah! o u t r a g e o u s KOI knows just about everything about me, so if you're really curious you should ask them!

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✄Lestat Jocelin Ayrton

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❝He's your man if you need some Muscle.❞

Huh? You already know my real name, but no one ever uses that, most people just call me Les or Lestat. My boyfriend and Zee call LeLe. I've been celebrating my birthday on the first of January for the past twenty-four years. My mommy used to say I was her little soldier boy, but I don't think she was ever ready for me to go chasing after those overrated boys. I think the formal name for that is homo. All that technical stuff doesn't really matter though. What matters is that my heart keeps speeding up for Arranger.

Truth be told, people say I'm;;

Unpredictable
✔ I'm gonna go ahead and say that most of the time, people don't know what I'm thinking. Unless you're Zee of course, but she has that eerie observant thing going on. I'm unpredictable because of the fact that sometimes I react to something one way and the the next time I'm bound to react in a completely different way. Hey, in my opinion, it keeps things interesting, and I don't like boredom.

Charming
✔ Now, I won't say I'm more charming or as much of a smooth talker as my boyfriend, because that would really be a lie. But, yes there is a but, I am pretty damn good at turning on the charm when I want to. If you're not scared by me, which a few people are, then I can usually put you at ease with a smile I may not even mean and a few words. I tell you right now, I learned that from Zee. No lie. But yes, I'm a charming man, would I ever lie to you? Well, probably, but that's not the point.

Intimidating
✔ Truth be told, I'm more likely intimidate the people I know rather then the people who don't know me. The people who don't know me? They see some lanky guy who looks completely harmless. The people that know anything about me? Know I keep at least three knives and a gun on my person when I'm out and about, and that I can snap your neck without a second thought. So yeah, they're bound to be a bit more scared by me. I don't try to do it, honestly. Except for if I want something from you and my charm isn't working. Then okay, I admit to doing it once I start getting impatient.

I think you should here a little bit about my life too. Here it goes:

Lestat Ayrton here to serve you. Okay, I'm not going to serve you, but I am here. Good enough? Well, tough if it's not. You'll just have to deal. Let's get down to this, shall we?

Birth; I am the first of three or four children, depending on how you look at it. Lestat was what my parents named me, I kid you not. My father seriously had a thing for Interview With A Vampire, and I got punished for it. Truthfully though, I don't mind my name. It's fun. The only time I get annoyed is when people really feel the need to go 'Like the vampire book?'. Then I have half a mind to deck them, something I think they totally deserve. Anyway, I was born in South Africa, to two English parents who had gone there for whatever reason, don't ask me because I honestly never payed attention when they told me. Ever. I was that son, the one that spaced out once his parents went on their little ramblings. So yeah, birth, named Lestat, was born on New Year's Day, blah blah blah, so on and so forth.

Early Childhood? Until I was eight, I was an only child. I was the main point in my parent's lives. Of course, that was when tragedy hit. Not my family, her family. Her meaning Zee and the only family she knew, her mother and father. That was when she came to live with us. And when that happened? I was kinda a little s**t. Why? Because everyone was giving her attention, what she wanted and asked about always came before me, something I wasn't at all used to. I couldn't get it through my stupid little brain that hey, Lestat, you're childhood best friend just lost her parents, and let me tell you, she wasn't having any reasonable reaction. In fact she wasn't reacting at all. She never actually went through any visible reaction, but don't point that out to her if you value you're ability to walk. I know I valued my ability to walk enough not to, still value it, so I still keep my mouth shut on the matter.

The rest of my childhood and teenager years were kind of a blur for all but a few select memories. I got over my jealousy of Ziraili after awhile, and we were back to being as close as was possible. I gained two sisters, each of which I was jealous of for about a month each. Then I was just 'whatever'. We left South Africa when I was eleven. Then some moving around, some growing. I discovered my... talent for physical fighting when I was about fifteen. Someone said something a bit, hrmm, how to say this, ah, yeah, crude about all three of my sisters. I decided he need to a black eye. And a few more bruises to match it. The fact that I had never fought much before had been the first tip off that I had a sort of natural talent for that fighting thing. I got my parents to put me in classes to I could learn more formally, and then there were just some things I picked up on my own in the street. My option for weapons would come later one.

Young adulthood. We came to America when I was eighteen, s**t happened, I grew up, moved out of my parents house, moved away with Ziraili. We became the best at what we do in a short time. Somehow, we met up with everyone else, somehow we ended up doing what we're doing. Somehow I ended up falling in love with someone, who I've been with for the past year. Somehow, somehow, somehow. Things all kinda just fell into place, even with our arguments and mixed up relationships. This is just life now, right?

That's it I think. Oh yeah! o u t r a g e o u s KOI knows just about everything about me, so if you're really curious you should ask them!

[o u t r a g e o u s KOI]

♠ ♣ ♠ ♣ ♠ ♣xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxopeace and love
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoZee ☯

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[o u t r a g e o u s KOI]

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[o u t r a g e o u s KOI]

♠ ♣ ♠ ♣ ♠ ♣xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxopeace and love
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoZee ☯

Well damn, her older sibling was quick to jump on her about the issue. His issue really, not hers. It was his own problem that his boyfriend was breathing down his neck about her. If you didn't do almost everything he wants the second he says jump he wouldn't be bothering you about this. She thought to herself, brushing her bangs pointlessly from her eyes for the second time that morning before requesting that there be a change of subject. Her brother complied by not saying anything at all, just nodding. Zee rolled her eyes, eating another spoonful of her cereal "Real mature Lestat." she told her brother through a full mouth. His reaction? To make a face and stick his tongue out at her. Her reaction? To swallow and do the same thing to him. Hey, she had never said she was all that mature either. Especially not with her childhood best friend and adoptive brother.

Her eyes darted around as she heard the quiet sound of someone entering the kitchen there were three possibilities. Max, Colbee, or.... "There she is." Ziraili said with another full mouth. Really, Kennedy could move pretty fast when she want to get out of a room. Lestat tried to and failed to dismally to speak to the youngest occupant of the house, who threw out what sounded like a bag of broken glass and then left as quickly as she came. Well, that was a better record then Zee, who hadn't even attempted to get out any words. What was she supposed to say? 'Oh, haven't seen you for a few days, am I the reason for the retreat, again?' Yeah, that would go over really well. Zee was well aware of the things she was currently doing wrong and needed to change if she wanted any hope of having a relationship with, well, anyone. How long Max would stay around when she insisted on their relationship only being physical was an undetermined time, and it was obvious that Kennedy was already...whatever at Zee. Angry? Zee wasn't sure. Kennedy seemed to becoming more and more of a recluse these days though.

Lestat was saying something to her. What on earth was he saying? Did she really want to pay attention? Zee swallowed another spoonful of cereal and spoke. "Huh?" okay, so that wasn't much talking, but still, it was going to be the only way she would know what Les had said. Les sighed, but did repeat himself. Something about how he didn't understand her or whatever. Zee rolled her eyes, taking a gulp of coffee before speaking. "Never said I wanted you to understand Les. Really, you need to mellow out." she told him. That seemed to be Zee's answer for everything. Mellow out. Why everyone around her always seemed on the verge of going out of their minds from stress was beyond's Zee's grasp. There was no reason for it, really. You freak out, you ******** up, simple as that. ******** up really wasn't that much of an option in what they do. When you ******** up, you got caught. Did anyone honestly understand how much she went through to create alibis? It wasn't a snap your fingers and you have everything you needed to prove to be a creditable alibi. While lying was fun, it got to be tedious if all you were doing was cleaning up after someone.

"Good morning! I guess I'm a little early." Zee looked up to see yet another person caught in this odd rectangle. Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. Why she was always saying the younger female's name three times was a mystery, it just seemed to fit right in the end. Sammy was a sweet girl, not difficult at all. If it weren't for the fact that Zee generally didn't bother to try and empathize with people, she might have felt bad for being the one that was in the way of her friend's romantic pursuits. But lack of empathy just meant that Zee would smile as innocently as ever at Sammy. "G'morning Samantha." she said lightly before picking up her coffee mug and taking a drink. What earned Samantha the 'innocence' smile? It wasn't because she had done something the other asked her not to do, like it was with her brother. It was just Zee's deflector. No one but Lestat ever seemed to be able to see through that smile, it made things a lot easier for Zee.

As for a lack of empathy towards Samantha? That one should've been more than obvious. What could she empathize with? She had what Sammy wanted. She wasn't the one sitting on the sidelines, hoping to be noticed. Then again, Zee had never been that girl. She was always the bold one with a bit of an attitude and a whole lot to say. Who knows how long Sammy had liked Max? The only time Zee got to find out was when her brother had his first round-about conversation with her on the subject. And in all honesty? Zee wasn't going to consider anything until Sam came to her herself. What was accomplished by going through Colbee and Les? Of course, it could've been that Sam didn't even know that her brother and his boyfriend had been doing their own meddling, both voluntary and involuntary.

She shrugged to herself, instead moving her eyes, which had fallen on the table, to look between Lestat and Sammy as her brother attempted to have a non-awkward conversation with Sammy. Why was he acting like things were so awkward now? Awkward would be whenever Kennedy decided to return, or when Max finally got his a** out of bed and got downstairs. Or when all four of them were finally in the 'meeting' together, trying and failing miserably to avoid any personal issues. "Talk about awkward." she said with a slight laugh, running a hand through her hair. That was something Zee did often, and she was quite aware of it. Talking to herself when other people were in the room, at which point said other people usually felt the need to ask her about what she said. It seemed Lestat was taking on that job this time, asking what was awkward.

"Ah, this and that Les. If sleeping beauty upstairs ever gets up, you'll see what I mean." she said with a shrug, waving her hand in the general direction of the kitchen entrance and the stairs leading to the next floor.

[o u t r a g e o u s KOI]

I'm an ADDICT for dramatics
I CONFUSE the two for love

It was quiet; then again, this particular room in the boarding house was never loud before noon. The occupant was never all that awake and active before that time, and she most definitely didn't believe in alarm clocks, especially not on a weekends, and yes, Fridays did constitute as a weekend for her. Yet, with all the silence, Ziraili, better known as Wren, was awake, sitting bundled in her comforter in her bay window seat. Her cheek rested against the cool glass, her eyes not really paying attention to the foggy day outside.

The sound of her futon bed creaking slightly made her look up, slightly caught by surprise, but there was no real reason she should've been surprised. He had spent the night with her after all. And up until about an hour before, she had been in the bed also, right beside him. It was about an hour ago that she had awoken of her own accord, gotten up, took a moment to examine the stupidity of her actions the night before, then when to take a shower.

When she had returned, she felt little initiative to put on more than a pair of shorts and a sports bra. This wasn't all that of an uncommon occurrence. She was sure that at this point, everyone was used to seeing her in minimum clothing. Wren wasn't exactly a modest girl. And that was what had led to the her sitting in her window seat. She had grabbed her comforter without disturbing her friend, and then had chosen to dose where she was sure her fidgeting wouldn't wake him.

It wasn't that she didn't want him to wake up while she was around, per se, she just didn't want him to bring up certain subjects really. And now would be the ideal time to do such a thing, when they were alone and there was nothing else nagging for their attention. Wren just couldn't take it right now. She didn't regret the acts they had committed the previous night; Wren didn't regret much of anything anymore. She did acknowledge it was a stupid move considering the current situation. Sleeping with your best friend? Not exactly what you should do when you were trying to start a relationship with someone else, that someone being sweet, quiet Chelsea. Never mind it had taken forever to be sure of what Chelsea wanted, just go ahead Wren, forget all of that.

Wren sighed as her stomach gave a growl. It was time to get food, most definitely. With another sigh she got up, leaving her comforter on the seat. She padded over to the futon, leaning over her friend, shaking him lightly. "You should get up hun." she told him in her quiet, delicately accented voice, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before moving away swiftly to her door.

"I mean it. If Les catches you in here again, it's both of our asses." she warned in a less gentle tone before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

It was true. Her adoptive brother wouldn't be the happiest camper if he knew she had not listened to him when he requested she be a little more discreet in her actions. Not stop them all together, just be more discreet. He knew telling her to stop wouldn't do much other then have the reverse of the desired of affect of such an order. And of course, the only reason he was in her business was because she was whining to Eamnonn, and in turn Eamnonn was making Lestat do something and Lestat was doing it because he was just plain whipped.

No, Wren wasn't irked at all that everyone felt the need to butt into her life, of all the lives in their little group.

"Oh." she hadn't expected to see Lestat sitting in the kitchen. Well she could probably assume he already knew that she had… 'company' also. "Good morning." she said lightly, trying to appear as innocent as possible even though she knew that such an action wasn't going to work on her older brother. He was much to close to her, they had practically known each their whole lives. Les unfortunately knew all of her tricks.

"Didn't I tell you I'd rather not see my little sister going around the house half naked?" Wren rolled her eyes but smiled. Lestat was saving the reprimanding for later on in the conversation apparently, and idea she liked.

Opening the refrigerator and starting to pull out the ingredients for her daily vegan fruit breakfast smoothing, she looked over her shoulder at Lestat, sticking her tongue out at him. "I don't complain when I run into you or Eamnonn in the hallway when you don't have shirts on. Besides, this bra covers more then my bathing suit top does, just think of it that way."

"Eh and me aren't--"

"You want to watch your next words very carefully , dear brother." Wren cut Lestat off as she looked around the kitchen. For what? Her blender. Yes, her blender. She paid for it, it was hers, for her goddamn smoothies and whatever else she felt like blending. Yet for some reason, people kept moving it from the counter. Slapping her hand on said counter, she looked at her brother. "Goddamn you blender moving people, all three of you!"

She reached up and began opening the cabinets, and as she got to the final cabinet, she could her blender, way up on a high shelf. She glared up at the blender, crossing her arms over her chest. "You tall people, you need to stop touching the stuff that belongs to us short people." The blender was on the top shelf of the cabinet, which was far above the head of five foot nothing Ziraili Wren Rossouw. She shot a glare over her shoulder at her brother, her brother who stood at fricken' six feet and four inches. "Stupid tall people, that's what you all are." she mumbled as she began to pull herself onto the counter so she could get her blender from the cabinet without any help.

Wren ♀

[o u t r a g e o u s KOI]

♠ ♣ ♠ ♣ ♠ ♣xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxopeace and love
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoZee ☯

Zee rested her elbow on the table, propping her chin on her fist as she used her other hand to pick at her dry cereal, popping one single piece after another in her mouth. She could listen to her brother drone on all day about this and that, she was used to it. He could talk a lot. And he could scold her a lot. When he had changed from being just her big brother to the person who was appointed to be her keeper, who knew. Somewhere between when she started practicing her lying and became what she was today and the time when she had asserted she was not going to commit to Max, and yet she was not going to stop sleeping with him.

Her brother's role towards her? It was ever changing. First, they were best friends, two who had known each other since they were in diapers. Then once Zee's parent's had died? Les had viewed he as an enemy it seemed, someone who had taken away all the attention he had received, being the only child. Next came brother. He was still her brother, but at the same time he had taken on more roles to keep up with her and her unstable lifestyle and as he liked to insinuate, her unstable mind. Her keeper, the supposed responsible sibling. It was bunch of bull, she had decided, an then she had decided she would humor him by telling him not to shut up the second he started pulling the responsibility act. So it was a few minutes of her life gone from listening to Les, she would leave.

The next to arrive in the kitchen and stay was Colbee, who greeted Sammy first with a hug, and then moved onto Lestat, an equally happy and more loving greeting was what her brother received. Ziraili's greeting was just an additional thought at the end of things. It didn't hurt Zee. No, she just shook her head and smiled, looking down at the table. Colbee had every right to feel whatever he did towards her, just like she had the same right in reverse. Sure, they respected each other, but that was about it. He would forever be on Sammy's side of things, which is why Lestat would be forever her keeper, since he did almost everything Colbee wanted of him. Zee wondered though, did gentleman Colbee know she had heard of his insecurites of what they did, from her brother? That when it came down to it, she would not only hear every little fact from her sibling, she knew more about him and his feelings then Colbee could ever hope to. Yes, Lestat loved Colbee, more then anyone else it seemed, but Zee knew that Colbee wasn't always the best person to hand over a lot of his thoughts to.

To Colbee, Zee was pretty sure he thought of her as a bit heartless. Probably more then a bit. The thought only made Zee shrug. She had stopped caring what people thought about her before she was even old enough to remember. You had to, when you were the mixed child of an interacial couple in South Africa before being an interacial couple was any sort of a good idea. True, most people couldn't look at her and imagine her the child of a dark skinned man, with her own pale skin. But when someone who didn't think people should mix heard her calling her father 'Papa'? She was sure that there were hateful looks, shaking heads, spitting. She couldn't really remember, she had only been seven when he was gone, when her mother had been gone. There wasn't much she could remember if she didn't have it in pictures. Pictures she hid in her closet in a box marked with no marks, no indication those were the only memories of the life she had before she was seven.

Colbee was asking a question, then pausing, then talking again. Zee bit her tongue from answering. Oh, she was sure he had an idea of how her sleeping had been. Well, she hadn't really slept, but that was the point. And she wasn't going to answer that with Sammy right there. No need for her to be a b***h, despite what she knew everyone already thought of her. Zee didn't believe in acting one way just because people expected it from her. She really wasn't trying to hurt anyone, she really was heartless. I don't know what I am. she thought to herself as she popped another square piece of cereal into her mouth. But sure as hell isn't heartless.

How was she so sure that she wasn't heartless? The way her heart jumped as Kennedy entered the room and greeted them all. Sure, she was probably doing her best to ignore the fact that Zee was in the room, but still. Ziraili let her eyes land on the other female for a moment before the jetted back to her cereal. Not this morning, she couldn't pull off the sweet smile and greeting towards the object of her real affections. If there were any feelings she was aware of, it would be those of Kennedy. She had sense enough to know that acting like nothing had happened the night before would just be a hurtful action. And as Kennedy sat down? Zee felt the air in the room become heavier, and she almost feared that her asthma would start reacting at any moment, even if it was a change she had only imagined in her head. "It just got way too tense in here." she mumbled, speaking in Zulu. Her first language, Zee was the poster child for multilingualed people. Zulu, Afrikaans, French, Swahili, and English. French and Zulu had been first, the languages of her parents. Then Afrikaans, the language they had spoken to her in school at in public places. English had come when she had lived with her Auntie and Uncle. Swahili had just been a class she had taken, she forgot why she had picked that language.

Zee stood from her spot, picking up her half eaten bowl of cereal. She had to get out of the increasingly hard to breath in room, full of people who aside from maybe her brother, thought she was heartless and was just out to hurt everyone. And her brother? He just wasn't on her side at this point. No, he was smirking at the foreign words she had said, being the only one to understand them. She tried to ignore it though, instead speaking to him as if nothing had been said. "Can I borrow that?" she asked him with a sweet smile, nodding at his laptop. Yes, she did have her own a laptop, but it was sporadic about when it decided it wanted to actually work or not. She could've asked for help in fixing it, but she was just going to assume the person she would go to, Kennedy, would not be all that interested in helping her. Les picked up his laptop and Zee reached for it with her free hand. Before she could take it however, he pulled it out of her reach. Zee rolled her eyes and stood there, waiting to see what he wanted.

"First say what you just said in Zulu in English, then you can use my laptop." he said with his own 'innocent' grin. Now Ziraili saw what he was getting at. A round-about way to get her to say she was in the wrong. Letting her hand fall, she spoke again.

"Whatever, keep the stupid laptop; I'm going to watch television." she turned and walked towards the kitchen doorway, though she was stopped by something her brother said. She couldn't process the whole comment, just one word of it: orphan. Now she turned again, walking back to the table, around to where her brother sat, putting down her bowl of cereal. Without as second though about it, she grabbed her brother's ear and twisted it, much like a mother would a child that had just misbehaved. "I've told you before; don't call me that. This is the second time in three weeks you've done it. So help me god, do it a third time and I will make sure you don't have the ability to ever say the damn word ever again." she warned him through clenched teeth. Even as he winced in pain from Zee twisting his ear, Lestat managed to grin and open his mouth. Zee twisted his ear harder, making him wince more and close his mouth. "I am not playing with you Lestat, and you know damn well I'm not." she told him before letting go of his ear and whacking the back of his head just hard enough that he wouldn't be able to say it didn't hurt.

With her little outburst over, she picked up her bowl once more and left the room without another word. She went to living room, sitting with her legs crossed in an arm chair, grabbing the remote and turning on the television. If it hasn't been figured out yet, Ziraili did not like being called an orphan, her brother had to know that better then anyone. People had used that word way too much when she was little; teachers, friends of her Auntie and Uncle who whispered to one another as she passed them to go to her room. 'Poor girl, she's an orphan you know'. 'Zee, I know being and orphan can be hard, feel free to talk to me', so on and so forth. It got annoying, and now that she had control over what people said about her and knew about her, she made sure she didn't have to hear the stupid word.

[o u t r a g e o u s KOI]

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Lestat

Lestat had no idea how he was supposed to react to his sister's nonchalantness about all of this. She really couldn't not care about all of this, could she? He knew that Zee wasn't trying to hurt anyone with all of her freeness over everything, but the thing was, she was. And even though she knew it, she wouldn't let that stop her. Zee wasn't even trying to rub anything, even though the way she talked of Max being upstairs, still asleep, without a second thought to Sammy being there made it seem like she was. That was just... okay he didn't know what, but he could say she wasn't trying to torment anyone. But how on earth was he supposed to explain that to everyone else? They wouldn't understand at all, all he would end up with is the accusation that he was takling Ziraili's side.

He was saved from having to say anything though, by a fourth person entering the room, greeting all of them, two more entusiastically then one. To be fair, Zee didn't even try to return a greeting. While she was shaking her head and smiling at the table, Les was smiling at his boyfriend. "G'morning." he greeted with a broad smile. He could smile at Colbee, because having Colbee around just seemed to make things easier. It put him at ease, and he was sure Colbee put Samantha at some sort of best friend ease also.

Sammy was the one who came to the rescue when Colbee made a blunder on picking a topic of discussion. Despite the other feelings in the room, the two were looking out for each other. That was a good thing, because when it came to changing the topic to something more appropriate and less 'let's make everyone walk on glass', Lestat was a crap person to go to. Luckily, he was stuck in his neutral silence as Kennedy entered the room, greeting them all in a thickly accented voice. "Morning Kennedy." he greeted her before sliding a glance over to his sister to see what her reaction to the new arrival would be this time. What was it? Nothing. She kept her eyes trained on the table top, she didn't mention a hello, she didn't pretend everything was fine and dandy. Well, at least she knew not to do that. See? There were some things his sister did stay aware of.

Of course, with that awareness came a mumble in a foreign language; it only took Les a moment to process it. He couldn't help but let a smirk onto his face as the words translated in his brain. Well, his sister wasn't the only one that spoke Zulu, and she had just in her own way admitted to being uncomfortable with the current situation. Okay, so she had really just said things were to tense for her to be in the room, but for Zee, that was one of the closest ways you got to her saying 'I'm wrong'. She was standing, asking for his laptop. He was picking it up and holding it out of her reach. "Say what you just said in Zulu in English, then you can use my laptop." Her reply? As close as you got to Zee telling you to ******** off. Lestat sighed "The innocent orphan act can only hold up for so long Zee." he knew what he was doing when he spoke after her. He knew what would come next. Stalking back into the room, bowl of cereal down, his ear got grabbed and twisted.

Les winced as his younger sibling warned him about calling her and orphan. Even then, Lestat opened his mouth playing his usual game with her of how far could he push this. She twisted harder still, making him wince again and close his mouth. Soon enough she was done talking, and she was letting him go, but not with out one throbbing whack to the back of his head before leaving. Lestat watched her go, rubbing the back of his head and sighing. "And that, ladies and gentleman, is how you do not handle Ziraili early on in the day." he offered with a half joking smile as he stood, grabbing the mug she had left on the table and carrying it over to the sink. beside where Colbee stood. Putting it in the sink, he turned on the water to rinse it out, turning to his lover at the same time and planting a kiss on his cheek in a proper morning greeting, and also to hold off for a few seconds the questions and comments about to come over what had just happened.

It was only a few minutes before someone came storming into the kitchen, paying no heed to anyone once whatever they were looking for could not be found in the room. This person-- Max, stormed over to the next room, and Les could hear him demanding of Ziraili an answer as to what was her problem. Les looked over his shoulder towards the living room and sighed. Why did this morning have to be the morning that everyone who wanted to gang up on Zee got to her first before their other friends could arrive? No it made him feel bad for calling her an orphan. If he had known that even Max was going to have some issue with her this morning, he would've let her be in her blissful little world of disregard. Some of her innocence wasn't an act, she really didn't do well with confrontation, with people putting all the blame on her, when everyone needed to carry it a bit.

Max returned to the kitchen, going to the fridge and grabbing something before leaving again. "What do you think you're--" he began, but Max was already back to confronting his sister with angry words. Again Les sighed, pulling off his hat and running a hand through his shaggy hair. "Phephisa, Ziraili." he mumbled in Zulu, though he was well aware of the fact that his sister would hear him. He gave the sympathetic apology nonetheless.