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

The world of the carnival. A lot of people would call it a charmed life, being able to go all over the world, meet all sorts of people, do whatever you feel like. What people don't stop to think about is that you're not on your own in this journey. A carnival isn't run by one single person, it's run by a whole general group of people, and that is what this story is about. One famous carnival and eight of the special people within it.

Let's start with the first part. A famous carnival. Some might say it's only famous because it's hard to find a carnival anywhere these days. Others would say they're famous because they deserve it. They've got everything you would expect from a carnival, and more. Games, rides, performers, and just a bit of magic. Yeah, that's it, magic. While those of the outside world think it's all for show, it's all just for fun, they have no idea they're dealing with a real witch, a real shifter, a real psychic, so on and so forth. Of course within the carnival they're all used to it, and it's all for the most part a second thought. And while the rest of the world thinks it's all just smoke and mirrors, they're safe. The carnival keeps a mostly dark setting, but that doesn't stop it from attracting all sorts of people from each of the places they travel to.

And the other part. Eight special people from the carnival. Why focus on them? Because their lives are so well woven together that you can't help but notice that they can be the life of the carnival. On the younger end of the carnival workers, they range in people who have had the carnival be all they've ever known, to people who are just entering into this world. Some would think they're the life of the carnival, the heart that seems to keep it going. And in a way, they would be right. Because sure, they certainly don't run everything on their own, but when you get down to it, they're the ones drawing in the carnival goers, making things fun and mysterious and interacting with people, unafraid of showing who they are.

What no one has really stopped to think about is what goes on with these eight behind the scenes, when they're not telling fortunes, putting on shows, play what they call 'games'. Relationships of all sorts ripple through their group and now, things more then ever seem to be on the verge of breaking then ever.

And if they break, the secrets of the carnival and much much more could spill out, messing with everything they've ever known.

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

The Girls

The Immortal open --

➸Female
➸psychic
➸Let's see... will probably live forever unless a wooden stake or a badly placed clove of garlic have their ways... can't be out and about in the sunlight without being severly weakened... needs blood to survive and usually gets such sustance from whoever is willing to volunteer or some animal she hunts down. Well that sounds like a vampire. Of course, she'd snap your neck if she heard you call her that. Sensative and a bit tempermental is one way to describe this 'immortal'. That's what she calls herself, so that's what we'll call her. She's been around the carnival since a few years after it opened. That would put her in line as one of the longest residing in the carnival, right behind the psychic and the witch, who she literally watched grow up. What does she do? Performs things that should kill her, and would if she weren't immortal, to the amazement of onlookers. On the behind the scene end of things? She's generally a solitary person, her closest friendship being with the psychic, who she wishes desprately would become more then just a frien to her. She's constantly competing with the shifter for psychic's affections when she's not paying attention, and when she is? She tolerates the shifter to make psychic happy.

The Psychic taken --

➸Female
➸unknown
➸She was born for this world. Well, into it at least. Older sister to the witch, she's the first child of the couple that runs the carnival, which is why it's said she was just destined to be a part of this world. With psychic powers, she runs the fortune telling booth, though not with the use of her powers. No, while she will embrace the rest of her world, she'd rather stifle her powers and do everything a different way. She'd rather not touch her customers and be flooded with their futures, good or bad, which is why she does what she does. Aside from being a bit of a cynic at times, she's generally a sweet and helpful person, though that doesn't mean she'll let people run all over her. After all, she's meant to be the one to pick up taking care of and running the carnival once her parents hand it down. When the carnival is closed during the daytime and she's not working? She'll pass the sunlight hours in the dark keeping the immortal company, sometimes becoming a 'bood donar' as she calls it, or she'll play games with the shifter, taking delight in his laidback attitude and his everlasting good mood. And while her two best friends fight for her affections when she's not looking, she's the one that forces them to cooperate when they want to be with her at the same time. No one is also sure which she would actually choose if they forced her too, which is why most viewing the situation from the outside think that why they haven't tried that already.

The Human Girl open --

➸Female
➸human boy
➸She resents the carnival with every part of her being. The only reason she's still a part of it? Her family has been traveling with it since she was a young girl, and she doesn't know anything else. That, and she generally knows way too much about the people that she's been around for so long, and no one wants to risk her running and telling the truth of how everything they do is real, not just pretty tricks. So she stays and stubbournly works as a preformer, taking pride that she doesn't use any special powers or illusions to do her tricks. Of course, she keeps her pride to herself, not trusting most of her fellow carnival people to not mess up her stunts because of her bragging. And believe me, it's not pretty if you mess up swallowing a knife or swallowing fire, which is what she does. Now, aside from how she hates the carnival and what she does since she can't leave? Most of her relationships with the group in the eight are strained, because they're all quite aware of her resentments. The only ones she seems to get along with are the animal tamer and the only other powerless human around, the human boy. While both are just friends, she greatly wants the human boy to be more then just a friend to her, yet another reason for her to hate the illusionist, who he is currently dating, more then she does the others around her.

The Illusionist open --

➸Female
➸human boy
➸She's been with the carnival for almost a year now. And it's everything she could want. Growing up dealing with the power to make people see what they want or what she wanted them to see and having to keep such a power secret, she's just grateful to be someplace where she could use such an ability freely. She uses her powers to create illusions of 'ghosts' and things that seem impossible. And generally they are, or else she wouldn't be creating such illusions, would she? Anyway, she may be able to perform illusions to keep people coming, but her illusions can't keep her personal life in order. Though, it's not as bad as it sounds. She's been dating the human boy for a few months now, and while they're both putting all they can into the relationship, she can't help but get jealous often, especially when her boyfriend hangs out with the human girl. Which in all fairness, is something to get jealous about when the other female wants her boyfriend. But that doesn't matter when she and the human boy are fighting over her jealous behaviors. And so she tries to keep a lid on her feelings and only fights with the human girl when her boyfriend isn't around. The person keeping her from going out of her mind on the matter? The witch, who she's been good friends with since she's been at the carnival.

The Boys

The Shifter open --

➸Male
➸psychic; human girl
➸He's been around for awhile now, a few years at least. Everyone has just lost track really, it feels like he's always been around at this point, he's fallen into his own place in the carnival, one that no one can dispute. He's a shifter, another word for him might be werewolf, and if the werewolf myths weren't so inaccurate, then he would even use the word. As it is though, he can rant all day about the inaccuracy of the myths all day. He can change whenever he wants, he just has to on the full moon, because the urge then is overwhelming. And he can for the most part control his actions when he's in his second form. In the carnival his shifting is a part of the show, meant to scare and impress. The fact that he is in fact 'encouraging' the myths get to him on occasion, though he tends to forget about it when the psychic comes around to calm him down and pull him out of his bad mood. Other then that though, he's generally a laid back guy who most people would agree is fun to be around. Of course, if we're talking about the vampire, then no, he's not fun to be around, seeing as the two are forever going at each other's throats when the sweet psychic isn't around. He has it bad for the psychic, but with her there's no telling who she really likes. And while he's not around her, he sometimes can't help but let the human girl catch his eye, despite the fact that he knows she hates the carnival just as much as he loves being there.

The Human Boy open --

➸Male
➸illusionist
➸He's very new to the carnival and it's world, having only been around for a few months. Needless to say, he's still sometimes amazed at the truth of what he had always just considered a bunch of tricks. Unlike the other powerless human at the carnival, he loves being there, working as a daredevil performer, working opposite of the immortal most of the time, who's killing herself on purpose while he's avoiding death with his stunts. Outside of work, he's a sweet guy, who gets along with everyone for the most part. It's just hard for anyone to hate him. Of course, there is one person he does fight with on the semi-regular basis. His girlfriend, the illusionist, because of her jealous reactions to his friendship with the human girl. And yes, he's a bit oblivious to the fact that the human girl wants him. All he sees is the illusionist and the human girl fighting constantly. Rather then taking sides, he generally goes off on his own until the two realize he's gone. Usually in those time he's hanging out with his other good friend, the animal tamer, helping his friend with his problem, rather then getting in the middle of the two girls going at each other's throats.

The Witch taken --

➸Male
➸animal tamer
➸Like the psychic, he was born for this world. Or into it at least. Which makes sense, considering he is her younger brother. Bold like his sibling, what surprises most people is that fact that he doesn't embrace this world as fully as the rest of his family. Why does he stick around then? It's not just because it's all he's ever known, but because he also feels obligated to stay around and help his family run the circus. Like his sister, magic runs in his blood, though it doesn't present in the same way. He's for lack of a better word, a witch. He spends his nights at the carnival selling the potions, charms, spells and other assorted items he makes. Do they work? Of course they do. The people who buy from him though are usually just buying for fun, not out of any real belief in his magic. When he's not selling his items or making them? You can on occasion find him with his sister, though they're not really attached at the hip. It's more likely you'll find him with his friend the illusionist and even more likely to find him among the animals with his boyfriend, the animal tamer. He does his best not to involve himself in the issues of the other people among him. Not about the two fighting over his sister, not about the human girl hating those around her, so on and so forth. All he worries about is being there for his confused boyfriend, and for the illusionist, who is forever fighting with her own boyfriend.

The Animal Tamer open --

➸Male
➸witch
➸He can talk to animals. Really, he can. And honestly he's no animal tamer. 'Animal negotiator' is how he puts it in his sweet way among himself and his friends. Yes, he plays with lions and tigers... yeah no bears. Just mostly lions and tigers. And he likes the carnival horses too. He's been at the carnival for a little over a year now. and he couldn't ask for much more. When he's not performing, it's a given you'll find him among the animals he works with, plus whatever strays happen to wander in from whatever place they're in. Even more likely, you'll find him among the animals with another person, a person who just recently became his boyfriend, the witch. And while he's completely happy and does like his boyfriend, his feelings still confuse him a bit. To put it bluntly? He's not used to liking other males. It's a new experience that leaves him largely confused. Of course, this is the sweet animal tamer we're talking about, so all of his friends are trying to help him figure it out, mainly being the human boy and the human girl. And it's a given that his boyfriend is doing his best not to confuse him any further. And what's he doing? Trying to steer clear as the his friends have their fights, and give the human boy what little advice he can for his own situation.

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

General;;

❧ First off, we should all know to follow the Gaia ToS, right? Keep it relatively clean, so on and so forth, I really don't think I need to cycle through this.
ღ Respect. For me, for the people in this roleplay. No one wants to RP with an annoying b***h, no matter how good they are. Just fact, sorry if I'm being too blunt for your tastes.
❧ Don't steal my s**t. End of story. If I catch you, it won't be pretty, I promise.
ღ Not everyone is going to accepted into this roleplay, please do not get an attitude with me because of that fact. If I don't think you'll be able to keep up, I'll tell you. If I think you need to change your profile, I'll tell you. Trust me, I don't hold back much on anything.

Literacy + Posting;;

❧ This is an Advanced Literate roleplay. I am not flexible on that fact. If you are not able to put out four or more paragraphs of decent content, then I'm going to say you should probably be looking somewhere else.
ღ As said, I want four or more decent paragraphs per a post, this doesn't mean waste time describing so and so's thoughts on a flower for three paragraphs. CONTENT is always the priority. Always.
❧ Decorated posts are loved. That doesn't mean leave absolutely no space for your text by using a huge picture or leave everyone else blind by using some insanely bright color. It just means feel free to create a pretty post layout.
ღ Look over your post before hitting submit. Please? I know that sometimes I can't spell for s**t and my grammar can suck, but I try to stop it before it goes to far. There is no reason we should have to sit for ten minutes trying to decipher a post filled with grammatical and spelling errors.

Profiles + Reserves;;

❧ When you send me a reserved, please send along at least one sample of your RPing so I know what I'm saying yes or no to. Trust me, if I don't think you'll last, I will tell you, and I will try to tell you nicely. If I do tell you that, please don't try to talk me out of it, since that is one them I'm not planning on being flexible about.
ღ Your character should be o-r-i-g-i-n-a-l. Overly tragic pasts aren't wanted, Picture wise, lets keep out celebs of the real world and of the internet. No anime either please.
❧ ]Finally, in sending me your profile, it should go down like this. You fill out the skeleton I've provided, and you send it to me. Very simple, oui? And just so you know any PM's should be sent to me with the word 'carnival' used in the subject line in some way. If the PM's don't have a subject, I delete them, simple as that. Doesn't matter what it is.

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

✄Catalyst Gywndolyn Caldararu

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❝She has some killer psychic instincts❞

Hello. You already know my real name, but no one ever uses that, most people just call me Catalyst or Gwyn. I've been celebrating my birthday on January the first for the past twenty-four years. My mommy used to say I was her little ballerina, but I don't think she was ever ready for me to go chasing after those pretty boys and handsome girls. I think the formal name for that is open-minded, or pansexual. All that technical stuff doesn't really matter though. What matters is that my heart keeps speeding up for this boy or that girl, I don't know really.

Truth be told, people say I'm;;

Sweet
✔ I'm that girl. The one that when I walk away from my elders, they always go 'oh, isn't Catalyst such a sweetie? I wish my child would take after her a bit.'. I kid you not. I don't see what the big deal is. I say my please and thank you's. I'll help when someone asks for it. Is that really sweetness? I suppose so. But then, why can't everyone be sweet? It's really not that hard. I'll show you how if you want.

Cynical
✔ For someone as sweet as I am, I don't have much faith in humans. No one does anything just for the sake of doing, or at least that's what I've come to see over time. Really? I touch a person and I've seen everything they've done and will do in their lifetimes. Every lie they've ever told, every bad deed they've ever committed. It makes it hard to see anyone's intentions as pure. Some would say that this would also fall under paranoid.

Absentminded
✔ I am constantly forgetting things! Or doing things I really don't mean to do, or say for that matter. My mind is just alway a big old jumble of memories that aren't always mine, so I tend to forget things I say or what I'm supposed to do. My brother and friends look out for me in that aspect. If they didn't, I'm not sure things would be so easy for me to get done. I'm lucky though, on the average day I have a whole carnival of people looking out for me.

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

I'm not sure where I was born. I mean, I could tell you where I was literally born, but you'll laugh. In one of the carnival's trailers. I guess you could call it a 'home birth'. But what city, let alone what country we were in? Beats me. And my parents were just a bit too busy to notice. You see, they were on their way to yet another destination for the carnival, so it's reasonable to not be sure of where we were at the time. Anyway, I was born on the coming of the new year, in the early morning, a complete surprise. My mother was sure I was not supposed to be coming for another few weeks, of course, when you're using psychic instincts to determine things, you're bound to be off by a bit.

My childhood wasn't exactly 'conventional' by any standards. You can't even begin to understand, not unless you've grown up in a Roma family that runs a traveling carnival and you have what people would classify as telepathic abilities. I guess we can start from the beginning and build up to where we are now, that's just the fastest course of things. So... Roma family? My family is Roma, or Romani. Another term people would use to describe us? Gypsies. But that's not the point. My family is strong in it's traditions, or at least the ones we've held onto. My parents have some sense enough to let go of a few of the more unreasonable old ways. Such as marrying your daughters off at an age as young as twelve. Though I'll tell you now, if my father could talk me into it, I don't think he would want anything more for me to marry one of the 'nice' Roma boys that works for the carnival. But, cards on the table? I've known those boys my whole life, and while they're nice and all, they're not all that interesting. They've lived the same exact lives that I have and I don't know... there are just some far more interesting people around me. Besides, their families would never accept me as a bride, I'm 'impure'. But let's keep that to ourselves okay? I think the immortal and shifter might just team up and go after the person who took my virginity, they're just that protective.

Okay, next. Traveling carnival. Oh joy, I get to explain the bulk of my world. I don't know how to put it. I'm the first child to a couple that runs a carnival that has toured Europe, Asia, and North America several times over. What does being first born have to do with anything? Well, when my parents decide it's time to hand down the carnival, then I'm the next in line to take charge. My brother will only take charge if I refuse, and he wouldn't refuse, he just wouldn't. He's the oldest boy, her feels the obligation to please our parents much more then I do, even though I embrace our world more easily. I love being a part of the carnival. I've seen the world several times over, met so many people, and I'm just free to be whomever I feel like being. You think I could claim that I know everything about a person by just touching them and not be considered crazy in the normal world? I'd say you have a few screws of your own loose then.

Psychic? What? Ah, this is hard to talk about with people who have closed minds, so please try to keep yours as open as possible, oui? Good. Now, there's magic blood in my family. It manifests itself in different ways. Jasper can perform spells and charms; make potions; my other brother can see the near future; our two sisters bring the whole 'mother nature' thing to a new level, if you get what I mean. Me? I touch someone, and I'll know they're entire past and future. I know who they'll love, who they'll marry, if they'll marry, even when they're due to die and how such a thing will happen. Honestly? I wear gloves and do tarot readings. I prefer it so much more to having all of that float around my head, driving me crazy. As it is, I know when all of my siblings will disappear from my life; which friends I'll lose. It's scary to know that kind of stuff.

Now, I'll tell you a bit of my personal life, and then I'll let you go about your business. I work at the carnival obviously, telling fortunes at night until I see fit to close my booth, playing with my friends in the daylight hours. Very rarely do I play with the two of them together though. The immortal girl; she's a vampire, but she gets annoyed when people call her that. I've known her my whole life, she's just someone who's always been there. Sometimes I'll pass hours with her, keeping her company in one of the trailers, in the dark. I've even donated my blood to her. It's not as scary as you'd think. Really, she can't change me without some ritual thing, so I'm safe. I don't think the shifter likes it very much when I give her my blood though. He's the other one I hang out with. They're both my best friends; I'm close to both of them. But they can't stand each other. They're always fighting for my attention. And though no one thinks it, I'm quite aware of what they want from me. To tell the truth? I'm not even sure who I could pick.

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]

✄Jasper Griffin Caldararu

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❝That witch can cast some spell on you.❞

Hiya! You already know my real name, but no one ever uses that, most people just call me Jasper or Jazz, simple as that. I've been celebrating my birthday on October thirteenth for the past twenty-two years. My mommy used to say I was her little scary boy, but I don't think she was ever ready for me to go chasing after those princes. I think the formal name for that is homosexual. All that technical stuff doesn't really matter though. What matters is that my heart keeps speeding up for that animal tamer.

Truth be told, people say I'm;;

Bold
✔ I don't need to be pushed to tell you what I'm thinking. I'm a very bold open person. I will tell you what I think, you don't have to ask. But I won't be blunt, I'll tell you things nicely. Of course, if there is no nice way to put something, then I will be both bold and blunt. I'm not sure where I get it from, aside from Catalyst and I, none of our other siblings are especially bold. Well, maybe from our parents. I suppose they are a bit bold, but I don't have any of their other personality traits...

Responsible
✔ I do what I have to, when I have to. I'm very aware of my obligations to other people, to my family and friends. I don't know... maybe it's just the whole strong values thing my family has, if that makes any sense. Don't worry, all you need to know is that I work at the carnival because I feel like it's my responsibility as the first born son, and my responsible behavior means it is very rare that I will use my powers in a negative way, or help people with my powers if it means using them in a negative way.

Quirky
✔ A quirk here, a quirk there. Behind any serious demeanor I may have, I am a very quirky person, you just have to get to know me well enough before I'm good with letting you see my sometimes embarrassing quirks. The people I would say know my quirks best? Catalyst, even though we're not always that close; my boyfriend; and Kendall. What are my quirks? Oh, I would say I have tons and tons. A funny one? Or one people laugh at often? When I'm trying to remember something, I stick the tip of my tongue out.

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

I am the second born in a family with five children, and I'm the first born son. I was born on a nice, warm, Friday on October the thirteenth. So yes, that means I was born on Friday the thirteenth. No need to point it out, I'm quite aware. I was born in the same place as all of my other siblings, on one of the carnival's trailers. It's no big deal. Or it's not where I come from at least. Of course, I come from no set place, or I don't know where I come from. Such is how it goes when you come from a nomadic family I suppose. I suppose you'd say I'm English? My family is technically from a Roma clan that expands through the UK, my parents were born in England. Let's just go with I'm from England. We're not going to mention that I'm pretty sure I was born a continent away from there.

It was pretty early on in my life that I figured out that my family was a bit insane, and I wished for a somewhat normal life. I had to be eight, right after the third child in our family was born, and they were trying to figure out what power the magic in his blood would manifest itself as. See? Most families don't do that. It's just... eh. I was eight, which probably meant I was longing for friends who were my age and knew what I was talking about when I spoke of magic and spells and my sisters visions. Not a vampire who's been around since I was an infant and has never changed since I met her, not the adults that treated my sister and I like we were so cute and yet far to knowledgeable for our own good. Kids. And that just wasn't going to happen.

As I got older, I've sort of just accepted it. I was around sixteen when I realized complaining was stupid, and that my family needed me in this. I could have it a whole lot worse. Seriously. I have two fourteen-year-old sisters, and my parents are talking to other families, possibly arranging marriages for the girls. They're fourteen. Now you may ask why they didn't do this for Catalyst. Let's put it this way. You try telling her she has to do something. Then you'll know why. Beside, my little sisters can take care of themselves. Forces of nature, those two are. You don't ******** with them. I just worry about my responsibilities, by obligations to my family. And I can't lie. I'm attached to my family, surving in the 'normal' world would be hard for me.

So what do I do? I use my powers to make charms, make potions and spells to sell. It's familar; it's easy. And in exchang I get to spend all my free time with whomever I like, do whatever I feel like. Things are as normal as they're ever going to get for me. Does it annoy me? Sometimes. Okay, a lot of the time, but there are a hell of a lot of things that make me stop and remember this is okay. One, I can use my powers without people thinking my crazy. Two, my sisters and brothers are here, and I don't know how I fair without my family, we're just too involved in each other's business for anyone's own good, and lastly, there are just other people around. Very important people. And I won't elaborate, I'll let you figure it out, trust me, once you've been around awhile it's pretty obvious.

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]

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xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoCatalyst Gwyndolyn Caldararu

"Well?" an impatient accented voice asked. "What do your cards say?"

The eyes of the pretty red head connected with those of the stranger before her. This stranger had broken her line of thought, and with good reason, the red head supposed. She had paid to get her fortune read, not to sit there and watch Catalyst think. One of Catalyst's gloved hands pushed an unruly curl out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear as she looked at what the cards had come up with. No what had this stranger wanted to know? About her relationship, yes, that was it.

"You had strong beginnings with your partner. You both threw all the love you could into it, and you still do. This card though--" she pointed to one of the card in the spread. "Indicates that you have reached a rough patch in your relationship, which I would guess is why you're here in front of me?" Catalyst glanced up at the woman in front her. She was about Catalyst's age, give or take a year. At Catalyst's inquiry, she looked sheepish, nodding slightly. Catalyst gave her a sympathetic smile before looking back to the cards. Even if she felt bad for the girl who was so worried about her relationship, she would not lie about what the cards said.

"This card tells that things are going to stay rough for awhile; you may even break up." The young woman before her frowned, Catalyst paid little attention though. "And finally, these cards tell me hat further on, things will work out and you will get just what you need."

"With him?" her voice was hopeful, and Catalyst couldn't help but feel bad when she had to look the young woman in the eye and shrug. It was always the girls, always, that asked about how their relationships would turn out. Males were easier with their questions. Emotions were rarely mixed into their questions. The women always had to involve the complicated things when they got their fortunes told. Catalyst sighed as she watched the person in front of her stand and leave, looking a little less happy then she had when she had came to the booth. So much for that one's happy carnival night.

It was that sagging time at her booth, between the rush where the carnival had just open, and the rush their would be about an hour until closing time came around. That was when she got many people. The time in between was when everyone was trying to hit everywhere, and her booth usually came as a passing whim. It was okay though, it was still somewhat steady, even if there was more time between costumers then in the rush time.

"Lyst!" Catalyst looked up at the sound of the name all of her siblings called her by. Why Lyst? Because no one, when they were little, had been able to pronounce their oldest sister's name properly, and they just too to calling her Lyst. Even when they had figured out how to say the name correctly, she was still Lyst to all of them. The sibling calling her name this time? One of the twins, though both were coming towards her. She smiled at them, waving slightly before she started gathering up the tarot cards that had been spread before her. "Mama sent us to see, and I quote, 'if you were telling people fortunes the right way.'." the same one that had called her name, Sage, told Catalyst. Her sister Madelyn stood be side her, eyeing the tarot cards and smiling slightly.

"Judging from those cards and the gloves on your hands, I'd say that would be a no." Catalyst rolled her eyes as Madelyn spoke. That again.

"If I told everyone's fortune the right way, I'd have millions of memories that aren't mine driving me crazy by the end of the night. You tell Mama that." Catalyst said in her own unique accented voice. That was what her mother was always harping on. Catalyst doing some real psychic fortune telling, touching people with her bare hands, telling them the right fortune, the one much more accurate then what the cards gave. Catalyst couldn't do it though. It wasn't right, telling people things they really shouldn't know. "Where is Mama anyway?" she asked.

Sage waved a hand. "Oh, talking to Naveen's parents with Papa, talking about you-know-what." she said. Catalyst raised an eyebrow, looking between the twins, trying to figure what they were thought of the situation. This was a family affair, this was, setting up marriages for the twins.

"Who're they thinking of him for?" she asked finally. Madelyn raised her hand and Catalyst nodded slightly. "And your thoughts are...?" Catalyst had never been keen on the idea of an arranged marriage for herself, and her parents had respected that, by damn it, they were going to get their other daughters married into nice traditional lifestyles.

Madelyn wrinkled her nose. "Naveen's okay I guess. He's sweet. I wish they would pick someone interesting like... like Darius!" Catalyst started to laugh, quickly covering up with a cough.

"He is too old for you. Don't you shake your head, he's Jasper's age!" she said. "And besides, Mama and Papa would never even try to arrange such at thing. Darius is impure." no, purity wasn't as important for the males getting married, but it was still always better. Her parents were looking at that first and foremost. They wouldn't give their pure daughters to boys that had been impatient.

"How do you know he's impure?" Madelyn asked suspiciously. Catalyst smiled and leaned over her table, tapping her sisters on their noses.

"Darius isn't the only one who's impure." she said in a quiet sing-song voice. "And if you tell Mama or Papa or anyone else, I'll kill you faster then you can say psychometry." she warned them. "Now off you two go. I'm sure they need help running the game booths or selling food or something of that matter. So go." she waved them away and the two went off giggling, just as a couple approached her booth. She smiled at them, shuffling her tarot cards in her hands. "Hello. Looking to have your fortunes read?"

As she got back to work, doing it with only part of her mind, the rest devoted to her thoughts. There had been no fights today. Her vampire-- immortal friend, whom she had spent most of her day with on this day, until it had come time for Catalyst to get ready to run her booth, would --would just be leaving her trailer she supposed, the sun had just set. And her shifting friend, Catalyst wasn't too sure as to where he was. She could never be with the two of them at the same time, they fought so easily. She had to be around them each on their own or it just got to the point where she was snapping at each to stop bickering. As she laid out the cards to tell the couple's fortune, she shut her thoughts up, not wanting the energy of her own question to seep into their fortune.

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Jasper

The inside of this tent was lit by candles. Corney? Yes. And probably some sort of fire hazard. But it was effective in lighting the tent when you didn't want wires criss-crossing on the ground that people could trip over. And you certainly did not want to trip in this tent. Too much of a risk of falling into a table and knocking over bottles of potions and jars of ingredients; of things getting mixed that shouldn't be mixed, a potential of messing up the perfect order of the tent. Everything sat in it's allotted place on a table; amulets, charms, spells carefully written on delicate paper along with instructions on how to perform them carefully rolled and tied shut with black thread. Everything was labeled, what could be touched and what couldn't be made clear.

And where was Jasper Caldararu, the one who was supposed to be watching over this tent; his tent? Oh, he was there, sitting on a stool, reading and watching as passerby peered into the tent, some getting too freaked out by the eeriness of it, others a bit braver and coming in, only to get freaked out by the fact that he was sitting so silently in the shadowed corner, unable to be seen until you came into the tent. Really, there was nothing too creepy about Jasper himself. Wearing a pair of loose black cargo pants and an old white dress shirt untucked with the top buttons undone, the oddest thing about him was that he had no shoes or socks on. Compared to many of the other people who worked at the carnival, Jazz was about as normal as you could get. He only sat in the corner because he was semi-hiding from his three younger siblings, who were no doubt looking for someone to pester. Sage and Madelyn, the twins who he was sure was planning to kill him by giving him a heart attack with their playing with magic that wasn't theirs to play with, and his brother Maddox, who just talked, talked, and talked some more.

There was no need to worry about avoiding the one oddly named Caldararu, called Catalyst because they were sure their parents had some warped sense of humor. No, his older sister would be running her booth, telling fortunes with tarot cards rather then with her powers. The three youngest children in their family didn't have booths to run because the twins were part of the big performance filled with many acts, and Maddox was just deemed to young to be doing anything of that sort yet.

"Hello? Is anyone in here?"

Jasper looked up from the book he was reading, smiling slightly and closing it. He set it down on a free spot on one of the tables before standing, walking into the light of the tent. "Right here." he said. It was a group of four teenagers calling for his attention, all looking to be made visibly nervous by Jasper coming out of nowhere and the tent in generally. "Sorry, I was reading a book." he smiled sheepishly. "How can I help you?"

The boy who had spoken before was speaking again, this time to his friends and in Ukrainian, most likely translating. They said something back to him, and he spoke to Jasper again, and now Jasper could hear his English was spoken with an American accent. "My friends want to know if you sell anything that will bring good luck." Jasper nodded, going to a table.

"I have good luck amulets and good luck spells. Which do your friends want?" he asked. There was murmuring behind his back before he was asked what the difference was. Jasper picked up an amulet and a spell paper. First he held up the amulet. "This is an amulet. They're used if you want long term good luck, though the effects do fade after awhile. This is a spell. It's for a one time hit of good luck." more murmuring. Finally the American boy turned back to him.

"They want amulets." he said, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie. Jasper nodded, turning and putting the spell down and picking up two more amulets. If the American boy had wanted one also, he would've said 'we'.

Walking over to his lock box that held money, he opened it before looking up at them. "That's eighty hryvnia each." he informed them. One by one, each came forward and paid him, taking their change and their amulet, before moving away. As they left, the American stayed behind, calling something after them in Ukrainian. Jasper looked at him as he stood there, waiting for the boy to say something. After a few minutes though, Jasper gave up on waiting and spoke. "Do you need something else?" he hadn't meant for his accented words to come out so rough. The boy jumped and looked up at Jasper, who tried to smile in apology. That happened sometimes with Jasper. He would speak and come up seeming much too serious, much too intimidating. It didn't help that he stood at about six foot four.

"Do you have anything for love? Like, keeping it around?" Jasper tilted his head slightly as he looked at the young male.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Sixteen." this made Jasper laugh slightly. He couldn't help it. This boy was far too young to be worrying about love sticking around.

"One of those two pretty girls that you were with your girlfriend?" he asked. The boy nodded, and Jasper shook his head slightly. "Love magic is real serious stuff, boy. I don't sell love spells and potions or anything of the like to kids. Trust me, magic isn't meant to solve problems of the heart. I think it'd be better if you just go have fun at the carnival with your girlfriend."

The boy stood there for a moment, opening and closing his mouth before nodding, turning and leaving. Jasper shook his head again, going back to his stool and picking his book up again. Really, what he said was true. Mixing love and magic was just a bad idea. It never worked out the right way. If it did, would he really let his friends around him be so confused with their relationship woes. The boy and girl fighting over Catalyst, Kendell so afraid that her boyfriend would lose interest and leave her for the girl throwing herself at him, and most of all Jasper's own boyfriend, who was so confused by having feelings for another male, yet taking such a bold plunge and not just wading in slowly.

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『ziraili ﾟ wren ﾟ rossouw』

green eyes, blue skies, natural disasters when she cries

chickadee ll twenty-four ll november first

» a.k.a

●Wren; only my brother ever calls me Zii here

» work name

●the alibi

» attractions

●pansexual

» unexplainable

●the hacker, speedster will always just be a friend

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.

Natural

Now this is an interesting thing to try and put properly into words. Not only do things come natural to me, I'm also good at acting completely normal-- well normal for me --in awkward situations. If a policeman comes to my door? I don't panic like some other people will, I can rattle of just about anything and make it sound natural coming from my lips. There's no acting there, it's really who I am. And that's another thing about being natural. The natural me is an oddball. A girl who will dance down her street as she comes home, her headphones over her ears, totally oblivious to the rest of the world. I don't care if people see that part of me. It makes people smile, and I'm not one of the people who gets to see the good outcomes often, so I like when I can make people smile all on my own.

Deceitful

Really, I have to explain this. Essentially, I lie for a living. And just for the fun of it sometimes; to keep in practice I say. The fun part? No one other then Lestat are ever completely sure of when I'm lying or telling the truth. It's kind of like that innocent, I don't know what I'm doing thing I do. Why? Maybe I'm warped, I don't know. It's fun. Yeah, I know, that is warped, the fact that this is usually just a game to me, my lying. Of course, there are times where it's no game to me, where it's a defense mechanism. If you don't know what my truths are, how can you hurt me? Yeah, I know, I'm one twisted little girl.

『childhood』
I am the first and only child of a Danish Zulu couple. I was born in South Africa, more then twenty four years ago. It's hard for people to think of me as the child of a Caucasian and black African interracial couple. In fact, most people once I was born, were convinced my mother had cheated on my father. The first words the doctor said when I was fully born was 'she looks just like her mother!'. And I did. Red hair, blue eyes, and such pale skin. What do I have that I can say came from my father? Everyone tells me I have his smile, and apparently his temperament? I don't know if that's genetic, but if it is, I got it from him.

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 two years 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.

『adolescence』
When I was ten, we left South Africa, moved to Denmark, 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. My teenage years were quite… interesting to say the least. That was when I became a real odd duckling. That's what Auntie Melody started calling me, her 'odd duckling'. When I was fourteen I swore of meat and then a month later I became a vegan. Okay, not so odd, there are plenty of vegans in the world, but not many fourteen year olds do it of their own accord. Just a fun fact. When I was fifteen? I took a vow of silence for six months, to do some cleaning of my soul and do a lot of inner reflection.

I also began to question things a lot more. And taking part in several forms of activism. It was also when I began lying. Well, the lying began when my brother started to get into more and more trouble, when we were eighteen, so about a year after he came to America. That was serious lying though. The little lies had started when I was about thirteen, where I developed my unreadable mask of innocence. So what did my brother do that had me lying to the police when they came to my door? At this point in time, Les and I had been out on our own for a few months, living in apartment, doing whatever we did to get by; that whole year is kind of a wild blur. It was early in the morning, and we were greeted to some wonderful banging on the door. Apparently someone accused my brother of assaulting them-- which he did admit to doing to me after I got him out of trouble, with good reason --but the police had no real proof that it was my brother. He didn't have a scratch on him, no one was saying he was at the same place as this guy, and then here I was, to claim that he was with the whole time, and come up with a story simple enough that they didn't think I was making it up, and elaborate enough that they couldn't break it.

I found out in my teenage years that I had a talent for lying.

『present day』
Between that day and now? Les and I became the best at what we do, and we did that fast. Les had a head start, he had been learning all sort of fighting since we were kids. I had never been all that interested in it, so while I did gain fighting skills, they're messier and much less refined then my brother's skill. But that's okay, most of the people I'm being violent towards don't have any training whatsoever, they just happened to piss me off because they thought the little mellow flower child wouldn't do anything about it. I try not to beat people often, beacause if I get dragged away for it one day, what other grown girl are you going to find who can pull innocence off with such ease and give a good alibi without being on the radar.

This job came around as what was supposed to be a one time thing, the people who were the best at what they do getting one job done. And then, it just kind of became a full time deal. It's good, it gives me something to do. Of course, this job isn't without it's problems. Most of them are just personal rather then work related. Then again, in this group no problem is ever really personal. Everyone feels the need to put their noses in other people's business. My business? Directly involves two people and somehow indirectly involves most of the others trash talking my actions. Okay, so yes, I'm sleeping with someone I only ever intend to be very close friends with. Go ahead, call me a slut. And yes, I still sleep with him knowing someone else has feelings for me. And I have feelings for her. I'm just... I'm just bad at this whole commitment thing.

o u t r a g e o u s KOI

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

『lestat ﾟ kiho ﾟ delaney』

o1.o2.o3

male ll twenty-six ll february twenty-ninth

» a.k.a

●Les or Lestat; my sister and boyfriend were at some point given the idea they could call me LeLe from time to time, but that's only them.

» work name

●the muscle

» attractions

●homosexual

» unexplainable

●charming arranger

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.

Unpredictable

I'm gonna go ahead and say that most of the time, people don't know what I'm thinking. Unless you're Zii 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 Zii. No lie. But yes, I'm a charming man, would I ever lie to you? Well, probably, but that's not the point.

『childhood』
Lestat Delaney 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 an odd mixed ethnicity couple. My mother was Irish and black African, Xhosa to be specific, my father was Irish also, and Japanese. See? Odd, but ******** cool mix. I ended up taking my mother's dark eyes and her hair, I got a mix of their skin color, and also a mix or their personalities. I know personalities aren't really genetic, but sometimes it just seems like it has to be. So yeah, birth, named Lestat, was born on a leap year 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 Zii 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.

We were generally spoiled, and soon enough I was mature enough to get over my jealousy, if only because I got two more little sisters in the three years following Zii becoming my sister. I got jealous over them too. Really, it's just a matter of I never liked it when the attention had to be split up even further. I wouldn't get over my need to be the center of attention until the middle of my wonderful teenage years either. So you can imagine, that while I loved my sisters, I fought with them often, even Zii, who after I got over being jealous at, I got closer to again.

『adolescence』
We left South Africa when I was twelve. Then some moving around, some growing. I discovered my... talent for physical fighting when I was about sixteen. 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 on. Now, I never fought without a reason. Of course, that reason could be as simple as the fact you annoyed me. Or it could be something like the first situation, where you made a joke one someone, like my sisters, and you pissed me off. There was always a reason though.

We came to America when I was nineteen, s**t happened, I grew up, moved out of my parents house, moved away with Ziraili. Things got more interesting here, and even though it carry's on past my teenage years, I'll give you a glimpse now because the present and then is six years difference. So. I beat a guy up one night down the street from a club. Dragged him out the back door of the club and down the street. Idiot had been harrassing a girl and even though she told him to stop, he wasn't taking no for an answer, and got rough with her. Everyone else was paying no attention to it, but I have three younger sisters. If that had been one of them, I would've killed the guy. Instead of breaking two ribs and his nose and leaving him black and blue. Almost got caught on that one, early the next morning. Cops had next to nothing though, and Ziraili put her hidden talent of lying to work in alibing me.

And that was what set everything else into motion.

『present day』
The present started with a job, where they needed some muscle as part of the initial team. And really, in the beginning, there were five of us. We just grew into what we are now by accident I think. We're the best at what we do, so I guess it kind of makes sense that we do what we do together rather then apart. Well, actually, in this world apart might be... oh forget it, no use worrying over what's happened already. I provide the... alternative choice of persuasion where needed, back up, and protection when our clients aren't the most lovely of people.

And on other levels of the present. There are people who are important to me. More specifically... one person. His name is Eamnonn, and he ranks pretty high up there on the 'make sure they're safe' scale. Right under my sisters, who are about as high as you get, if you want an idea. We've been together for about a year, and Zii never misses the chance to poke fun at me, mostly because he's much younger then me. Oh well, it's no big deal. Both legal adults, our choices are ours to make. He looks after setting things up, and when we're dealing with those less then lovely clients I was talking about, he's the one I was talking about looking after, protecting. Yes, I am quite protective, and when you're in a position like mine, I can't see why you woudn't be protective.

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Lestat

He was already wake. He had been awake for a long while now, having always been one to wake up and not be able to go back to sleep. And so he content himself with sitting down in the kitche at the table, with coffee and his laptop. Lestat had never been one with the ability to stomach more then coffee before noon time. And his laptop? Well he had to do more then just beating people up for a living. Actually, he could get by on just that, but he didn't much like that idea. And so he did 'odd jobs'. Write articles under commissions for newspapers, use the fact he was certified EMT to work for event, so on and so forth. Whatever talent he had, he put it to work in one way or another. His odd jobs were his unsteady income. His steady income was his 'night job', or he refered to it as his night job because they were usually working at night.

The sound of movement could be heard upstairs, though there was no telling which one of his roommates, or non-roommates as the case could'be been, it was. He shook his head slightly. Lestat should've known Ziraili wasn't all that likely to do as he had requested when it came to her... whatever with her best friend. That was the only way he could describe it. Really, he was sure he could just beat him up, not a lot, just a bit, and the other would be scared of the idea of his sister and move onto the right girl. Well, that would be the most likely thing to happen. What was also likely? His sister would be angry with him for beating up her whatever, but also her best friend, which was his other role to her after (before?) ******** buddy. And then he was pretty sure using violence was not what his boyfriend had had in mind when he had asked Lestat for a bit of help with getting his sister to let go of her physical relationship with her best friend.

Hell, even Lestat would be annoyed with himself. Generally, he wasn't a violent person, despite his violent role in his job, and the fact that even at that moment, he had knife hidden on his person for easy access. There was very little chance he would need it in his own house, which is why he only had one knife and not his usual three knives and gun. Yes, Lestat liked to be well protected. He had pissed off a lot of people over the years, and especially in his current job, where he and one other were usually the only ones who were seen, or the only ones who were supposed to be seen. No harm in being careful. He wasn't going to let fear keep him in the house after all.

With a sigh, Lestat adjudsted his glasses as he gazed at his computer screen. Looking at him, you generally wouldn't say he was all the strong or violent. Tall and lanky, with glasses he wore when he was reading or writing and long dark hair that was covered currently with a bandana, most people wrongly labeled him as the brainy type. Lestat was smart, yes, but academics had never been what he had excelled at best. His fingers tapped absently at the keyboard, writing out yet another sentence as he heard the sound of foot steps coming down the stairs. He looked up for a moment, confirm the identity of the person as they entered the kitchen. Wren or Zii, also known as Ziraili, also known as his younger by two years sister. And like most mornings, all she came into the kitchen in was a pair of soffee shorts and a sports bra. What she had against shirts; maybe it was the same thing she had against shoes. Of course, she normal put a top on if she was going ot the front door, though not always shoes. Going out the back door to be in their backyard? Well, the oversexed college boys next door got a nice view of what they would never get to touch.

"Didn't I tell you I'd rather not see my little sister going around the house half naked?" so she was his adoptive sister, but that was close enough. Wren was like blood. He'd known her for as long as he could remember, she had 'legally' been his sister since he was nine. That was long enough to give him the right to say that he didn't want to see Ziraili in just a bra and shorts. Of course, she had a smartass reply to his words, which made Les roll his eyes. "Eh and me aren't--" he began, only to be cut off by his sister. He nodded in reconigtion of her words, gracefully biting his tongue. After all, he couldn't push her just yet. That was for later in the conversation.

Of course, it was hard to not laugh when she went on her rant during the short time where she was looking for and when she found her blender. Of course, it had been placed in the cabinet, in a small attempt to keep the counter from getting over cluttered. And of course, whoever placed it there... Lestat ...had conviently not thought of the fact that it's only user would be far too short to get it from the top shelf of the cabinent. "Don't hurt yourself Ziraili." he said, his accented voice taking on that knowing parental like tone he took on with Zii several times a day usually. She mumbled something incoherant at him, which made him laugh more.

He watched her get down from the counter, her blender in hand, still mumbling about tall people and blender theives. She didn't make much sense in the mornings. "So Zii..." he started, trailing off as he closed his laptop and took off his glasses. "Did you have a fun sleep over last night?" he questioned her as if it were everyday conversation, which in a way it was. Zii didn't answer though, just paused for a second before picking up on putting her smoothie ingridiants into the blender. "C'mon Ziraili, give me a break. I just asked you to do one thing for me, and it was only a matter of what, forty-eight hours that you totally disregard it." he used her name, the one only he was allowed to use, because he seemed to be the only one who could pronounce it correctly. She flashed him a look that told him he was coming dangerously close to crossing one of her lines. Well that was fast. He counted that towards the fact that it was early then it normally was when he tried to talk to her about this. And the whole blender thing.

"Have you seen Chelsea lately?" e asked, trying another tatic. He was sure the quiet younger female was up in her room, where she usually seemed to retreat more and more recently. For good reason to. It had to be hard when the person you were trying to form some sort of a relationship with kept going off to sleep with someone else. Zii only shrugged at that question, looking up at him through her bangs as she started up the blender.

"Change of subject?" she requested calmly over the loud blending noise. Yes, calm was his sister. Mellow, cheerful and a bit eccentric later on in the day. Lestat sighed, but nodded at her request.

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

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

Wren only huffed as others came into the room, continuing with her blender. She tossed another of her withering looks to Eamnonn. "I didn't damn tall people, I said I hate tall people. I damned blender moving people, all three of you." she told him as Jayden wandered in. And with that, she turned back to her blender, clicking it on and off every few seconds to see if everything was fully blended. There was nothing she hated more then having something like strawberry chunks in her smoothie. It was just gross. She didn't even bother to look up when Jessie came in. She would greet both him and Jayden, just not yet. After her smoothie was done.

Finally, when the smoothie was deemed chunkless, she got an oversized mug and poured half of her smoothie into it. The other half she put in the fridge before unplugging her blender and pushing it to the side against the wall. "And that is where I better find my blender tomorrow morning." she said as she turned to the four males at the table, shooting a look at Eamnonn and Lestat to go along with her words. Taking a sip of her smoothie, she nodded to Jessie and Jayden in acknowledgmet of their presence. And unlike the others, she didn't take much intrest in the plans Jayden brought in. Hell, she didn't even know what the job was yet. She didn't have to though. She just had to set up the perfect alibi. And make sure her friends and brother didn't do anything stupid to get their asses sent to jail.

Instead of sitting at the table, she pulled herself up onto the counter, then took another gulp of her smoothie. It was after that, that she took more notice of the males before her. And the first thing to dawn on her was Eamnonn's current state of dress. "Lestat, how come he's allowed to go around half naked, yet I get called out on not having a shirt on?" she asked her brother, who shrugged, and then replied that Eamnonn wasn't a girl. "So what, the sole violation I'm making is the fact that I have breasts, even though they're covered?"

"If you can call what you have breasts, then yes." Lestat answered her with a smirk. She made a face at him, flipping her brother off. Really, it was all in good fun. Les didn't really strike most people as the joking type, mostly because he was always on guard and seemed to be most often playing the joykill, but he knew there was no other way to keep Wren happy other then loosening up a bit.

"All I'm saying is that if he doesn't have to get dressed fully, then neither do I." she informed him with a shrug.

"Tell you what, I'll stop whining about you going around the house in... " he gestured to her outfit of a sports bra and shorts. "If you stop with the 'sleepovers'." he made quotations in the air. Ah, he was back on that. It must of been Jessie's appearance downstairs. See, there Lestat, tossing Jessie a glare. It wasn't even the fact that she and Jessie were having sex without being in a real relationship that annoyed Lestat, Wren was quite sure of that fact. It was two very different other things. One was that he was pestered into butting in by Eamnonn because a certain girl couldn't stand up for herself and just straight out say she wanted Jessie. Two was simply Jessie was screwing Wren. Les took a lot of issue with people Wren was having sex with, whether they be in a relationship or not.

Wren sighed, shaking her head. "I can dealing with your whining. It's not like I listen anyway." she flipped her red hair over he shoulder, waiting to see if her brother had anything more to say about the subject. Apparently two failed attempts was the point where he decided it was time to move onto other subjects. Well she supposed that would be it for the snide comments today. They had gotten that out of the way fast. Of course, anytime Jessie slept over they ended getting this sort of conversation out of the way early on.

Speaking of Jessie... Wren glanced up at him, smiling sheepishly. What else was she supposed to do? They were so not have a conversation about the night before in the middle of the kitchen in front of anyone. Now, Ziraili Wren Rossouw was the last person someone would ever call 'modest', but she did like to keep the details of her sex life to herself. It was bad enough that most people felt the need to judge her for it, she wasn't giving them more ammunition. And besides, talking to Jessie about anything relating to last night, or most other times relating to the same thing would probably result in the whole 'we should make this relationship legit' talk again. What Jessie was trying to get at with that one, she wasn't sure. They were friends. Just very good friends, as they had been before they started having sex. She was sure that was all they were meant to be. As the cliche went, she loved Jessie, but she wasn't in love with him.

A person she was interested in falling love with? Or at least starting a relationship with, if she could get her act together? That person walked into the room next, greeting everyone. Taking a gulp of her smoothie, Ziraili waved to Chelsea, do her best not to think of the fact that the other female had to be perfectly aware of her actions the night before. No guilt, no guilt, no guilt. She tried to convince herself in her head. Of course, she couldn't really convince herself of it. She was aware of what she was doing to Chelsea, it was hard to forget when people kept telling her about. Still, she covered up that up. "Good morning." she lightly, with a small smile Chelsea's way.

Wren ♀

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Lestat

They pretty much sat in silence, save for the grating noise of the blender, until someone entered the kitchen. Les didn't have to look up to have a pretty good idea of who it was. There were only three choices after all, he and Zii were in the kitchen already. That left Chelsea, Eamnonn, and the one who didn't actually live at the house, Jesse. As far as Lestat knew, Chelsea was still locked up in her room, having retreated about the same time his sister's good judgment had gone out the window. He could guess that Jesse was still in bed if he hadn't come down at the same time as Wren. Which left Eamnonn, even though there was a chance he could still be asleep too. But this would be about the time he woke up, which was why Les expected him to be coming more then the others. And as he heard the familiar voice of his boyfriend and felt his bare arms wrap around him from behind. He shivered slightly as Eamnonn's colder temperature hit him.

"G'morning. You're cold." he stated as more of a matter of fact then anything else as Eamnonn nuzzled his neck. Les turned his head slightly, planting a kiss lightly on his boyfriend's jawline in his own morning greeting. His hands brushed over Eamnonn's arms so he could get the other to let go of him, that way he could turn in his seat and wrap his own arms around Eamnonn's waist, pull the younger male down into his lap. "I think she has a Napoleon complex when it comes to that blender." he informed Eamnonn after his sister corrected him on who she was damning to hell. Les rested his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Short people get so bitter when things are put on high shelves." Wren seemed to be ignoring him, fiddling with her obscenely loud blender instead. You would think that in this day in age, they would've invented a blender that was near silent so that the weird vegans who insisted on having something like a fruit smoothie in the morning didn't proceed to disturb all the normal people.

He didn't try to reason with her about it though. It had just become an unspoken agreement between himself and the other two inhabitants of the house that they would just try to hide her blender before she could get to it in the morning; anything short of throwing it out. The hippie was smart though. Stupid smart hippie. Okay, so that didn't make much, but it didn't have to. Before noon, things did not have to make sense.

There was a knock, but no one made a move to go get the door. No one ever really made a move to go get the door, people usually just walked in. Not particularly safe to keep your front door unlocked, but anyone could tell you that Lestat had enough fire power in the house that if there was any real danger, they could probably take on the SFPD. That was an unlikely scenario though. And Les tried to be better about the whole jump to attack thing. He had done that once, when Eamnonn had only the innocent whim of catching Lestat by surprised. Eamnonn's arm had healed with not much of a scar, but still, it did make Les try to delay his reaction time a bit. He didn't want to hurt any of his friends, Eamnonn especially.

Jayden came in, saying something of how there should be no such thing as morning. "Without morning, there would be no afternoon or night. Call it what you want, either way it has to come, he said with a shrug." Well, that was the truth. There was no way around it. As Jayden pushed the papers across the table, talking to Eamnonn, Les peered over his boyfriend's shoulder at the maps. Oh what fun. He hoped there weren't a lot of people to push through with this job. They had been ridiculous with the security at the place of the last job. And while beating people up was a fun way to get rid of his anger, it got boring at around the third person.

Idle chatter filled the void until the time that Jessie walked into the room, dressed in the same clothes he had been wearing when he and Lestat's sister had stumbled in the door the night before; not drunk, Wren had just been giggling relentlessly, and neither had seemed to pay much attention as they walked past the living room, or else they probably Lestat and Eamnonn on the couch watching a movie. Jesse greeted them all, and Lestat didn't bother to greet him back. No, people who were screwing his sister, any of his sisters for that matter didn't get civilized greetings. That was just a rule, it had been the moment Wren came home talking of losing her virginity. Well, at least now people didn't get beat black and blue, that had been a part of the rule before. Of course, after the fifth or sixth time Wren had screamed at him about things like 'you need to let me have a personal life' and 'I'm not covering your a** if he sues you' so on and so forth. He hadn't listened to the specifics.

His sister was done making her smoothie, and was now on with the comments. First about how he wasn't saying anything about Eamnonn's lack of clothing. "He's not a girl, or my sister at that." he said with a shrug. To her next words, he smirked. "If you can call what you have breasts, then yes." Wren flipped him off and he shrugged again. Hey, it was true. Not that he spent an awful lot of time staring at his sister's breasts, but he wasn't oblivious.

"Tell you what, I'll stop whining about you going around the house in... if you stop with the 'sleepovers'." he shot a look at Jesse, well, more of glare, to go with that comment. He was a part of this too, it couldn't all be blamed on Wren. If Jesse would deny her what she wanted, then she would move on from him to someone that was just better for her. Someone that Lestat was pretty sure wouldn't indulge her every whim, passing or otherwise. And Jesse could finally take a real look at someone who wanted him for more then just a ******** buddy. Of course, his sister just brushed him off, saying she could put up with his whining. "How come talking to her feels like I'm talking to a brick wall?" he was asking more himself then anyone else, mumbling the question, so the only person who could really hear it was Eamnonn.

Burying his face in Eamnonn's shoulder, he shook his head slightly. Only for this person, the one sitting on his lap, would he decide to take on a force like Wren. No one else would convince him to insert himself in her business beyond glaring at and threating her boyfriends and non-boyfriends. Of course, it was all for a good cause. And that good cause would be coming into the kitchen right about now.

He looked up as he heard the new arrival come in, smiling at Chelsea. Sweet, quiet Chelsea. Okay, sweet if you didn't take into account that she could shut down your whole computer system, steal all of your files, and basically ruin your technology based life if she wanted to. But that was just a minor detail. A major detail? Lestat knew for a fact how his sister and Chelsea felt about each other. So why was nothing happening? Because Zii was too thickheaded to take the right actions.

"And how are you on this morning, Chelsea?" he asked her with a slight smile, trying his best to help ease some of the tension in the room. Although, that would take much more chatter then his own. And unfortunately, no much more who was said before there was a brief knocking on their door before someone opened and closed it, coming straight to the kitchen, probably following the sound of voices.

Les nodded to Hayden as she entered the room, greeting them all, shrugging slightly as she asked what was up. She moved on quickly enough to the subject of her girlfriend, asking where she was. Lestat shook his head. "Nope, I was here all night, didn't see much of anyone other then one, two, and three." he said, pointing to Eamnonn, Wren and Jesse in turn. He hadn't even seen Chelsea, he supposed she had just not bothered to leave her room when Jesse had come over with Wren. See? Chels shouldn't exile herself to her room because of those two acting stupid and oblivious to the world around.

What was he going to do though?

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

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

She tried to ignore the disappointment that built in her chest when Chelsea ignored her greeting. Whether Chelsea actually meant to do that or not didn't mean much, Wren was still aware of her actions enough to know she did deserve to be ignored. You didn't admit to someone you liked them as much as they liked you, flirt with said person, and attempt to break the wall that said person built up from being shy, only to go off and sleep with your best friend. It was bad relationship etiquette, Wren was pretty sure of that. Still, it stung a bit.

Staring down and the large cup of thick pink smoothie in her hands, she blinked, slowly trying to build her normal outward behavior back up. There was no point in caring about these sorts of things. Just go with the flow, that was what she had to do. And the flow meant snapping her head up and at Jayden's odd comment about being sexy and wearing clothes. "Who the hell said I was trying to be sexy?" she gestured to her scarce outfit. "This is not sexy. And you are exactly why I live with my brother, his boyfriend, and Chelsea. They at least know when I'm going for sexy, or when I was just too lazy to go digging about for a proper outfit." This was partly a joke. Jayden wasn't the only reason she lived where she did with who she did. Silly boys who thought they knew what girls were trying to do with every action and obnoxious girls who were to vain to know which way was up was the reason she lived with who she did. Wren couldn't live alone, she thrived much too much on human interaction.

"Okay, that's enough of this conversation of what makes Ziraili here look sexy and what doesn't. We're all moving on now!" in the end it was her brother who was ending the conversation that really, he had started in the first place. Wren smirked, taking a sip of her smoothie before speaking again.

"And I win this argument again. You know, you're losing your edge Lele." she teased Lestat, using a name she knew very well that only she and Eamnonn would ever get away with. Les simply stuck his tongue out to her, an action that Zii found a bit funny, and she reciprocated whole-heartedly, a smile playing around her lips as her pierced tongue retreated to it's proper place in her mouth. The natural sugar of her smoothie was starting to kick in, more of her eccentric tendencies were starting to take their active roles in her personality. She twirled a lock of hair between her fingers as she took another sip of the cold breakfast beverage.

Some part of her wanted to fidget like a child who wasn't being payed any attention as the others began talking about all the boring facts. She never payed much attention to all of that. Wren was the one more likely to be there but have her head way up in the clouds, or look like she had her head in such places. It was rare they said something that caught her attention; even more that they called that she payed attention. The only time she was really important? Was when she was weaving the perfect alibi and giving them the simple story to go by. Simple was better, she always made it clear she would drop the person who tried to embellish on their assigned story. And dropping meant they were solo, and their asses would just end up in jail.

Hayden made her entrance into the boarding house, and like Jayden before her, found them all in the kitchen fairly quickly. There wasn't much of a chance between her greeting and her asking about Tabi to get out any real conversation. Wren just shrugged, not having an answer for her. "I was kinda busy last night." she said with a second shrug. Well, she had been busy, but she certainly wasn't going to specify with what. Hayden could figure it out on her own anyway, and if she couldn't, oh well. As said before, she didn't believe her sex life was anyone's business but her own and whoever she was choosing to have sex with at the time.

Clearing her throat slightly to get rid of that knot that was growing again, she spoke. "So anyone have any idea what kind of time frame I'm covering here? We all know stories have to change with time." yes, she did need to know from when to when was she covering. If she didn't, she ran the possibility of setting up a completely obsolete alibi that would be of no use to anyone.

Wren ♀

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Lestat

"Okay, that's enough of what makes Ziraili here look sexy and what doesn't. We're all moving on now!" Lestat explained, tossing a glare at Jayden. Great, just great, there was another one making comments on his sister. He knew Jayden meant no harm by it, but it was still his sister, as stated many times before. You just couldn't cross that line when someone's brother was around. It was basically in the brother's code that once you sister's name and the word sexy are uttered in the same sentence you had leave to maim and kill at your own discresion.

For the most part he ignored his sister's comment about him losing his edge and her winning this argument, save for sticking his tongue out at her. She returned the gesture, which made him smile a bit. This one wasn't a real argument, they could end it without any grudges being held toward each other. And it would be really childish to hold a grudge on this subject at least. She would put on a shirt eventually, and there truely was no forcing anything on Wren. The girl was a free spirit. An eccentric, most likely danger to herself free spirit, but a free spirit none the less. And when you tried to make her do something? That free spirit turned into what would feel like a deadly force of nature if you were on her bad side.

Everyone was turning their attention to the plans and what was going on, mostly sparked by Chelsea's questions on what was going on technolgy-wise. "Now, I'm just the guy who does the physical labor, but it sounds to me like what your really gonna have to do on this one Chels is make your magic happen on the camera's so Tabi and I can get in undetected. I'm sure we could break those silly doors on our own." he said with a grin Chelsea's way. "Or we can do it your way with all this computer age stuff I don't try to pretend to understand." he added airly with a slight wave of his had. He and Tabia together could probably break in and get what they needed to get with out all those passes and stuff. Of course, they were less likely to set off alarms with Chelsea's help. That was why Chelsea was there after all. Her job radiated more towards Wren's. She made sure their asses didn't get caught most of the time. Unless they needed her in there with them because the job involved computers more then the others were prepared to handle.

"Anyone want to tell me what physical security is like?" that was his job. Make sure he could take on whoever his possible opponet would be and win, or at least get away. Keep them away while Tabia is doing her job, that was what he was supposed to do. It was just him and Tabia during the job itself most of the time. Jayden was there beforehand, Hayden distracting but not getting into the fray, Chelsea sitting safely, controling everything she needed to with her computer, Wren a very good distance away from all of it, usually tuned in on a headset, but other then that making sure their alibi was covered, so on and so forth. There was no need to go into all of the sorted details.

Hayden left and returned, claiming a smoking break. "Cigarettes kill." he reminded her absently as she left, but said nothing as she returned, just glancing up at his friend with a slight smile before looking back at everyone talking.

"All you need to worry about is driving, boy-o." he said dryly as Jessie requested a simplified version of what was going down. So he wasn't the nicest person in the world to Jessie. Who said he had to be? Well, from the glare Wren was tossing him in warning, he would guess she was saying that he had to, but in the same way Wren didn't listen to him, Lestat rarely listened to his sister. Hey, all was fair in love, war, and in their case, sibling relations. "From the looks of this, the sound of the system, and depending on what's going of guard wise, I think we should go for a record and try to be out in under thirty. What do you guys say?" he smiled at everyone else. Hey, the faster they were out, the less likely they were to get caught, right. Of course, that would all depend on the magnitude of what they were getting and what they had to do to get to it. For a lot thirty minutes was nowhere near enough time to get in, get whatever they were getting, and get out.

Before anyone could really answer though, someone entered the kitchen with out warning. Well, that was Tabia for you. The girl was light on her feet. "'Morning Tabi. You didn't miss much, just the usually bickering between Wren and I and some brainstorming." he said with a shrug. He smiled slightly as she was quick to go to Hayden and give her a morning greeting and a smile before coming to the table. See Wren, you and Chelsea should have a healthy relationship like that. he thought to himself, willing his sister to magically hear his thoughts, though she was unlikely to.

Tabi was asking about elevator shafts and something being fun, which made Lestat raise an eyebrow. "You say it's fun, until one of these days when that elevator starts coming up while you're going down it's shaft."