OUTRAGEOUS test thread [don't touch it]

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So let's go back to the first time
That I met you in your Chevy
With your hands stretched and me crying, screaming "mercy, mercy"
But I know that I was put here
To fight vikings in the cold war,
with my arms out in the front singing "tear me, tear me"
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Emilene was curled up in her comforter and really had no intention on moving. Unlike Mari and Sid, it wasn't really based on the idea of moving would intensify the headache she had, because well, she didn't have one. She was sore, she was tired, but her drinking the night before had little affect on her now, other then a reaction to moving around too much too fast. Outside of her room she could hear someone she could only assume to be Nana moving around. It wasn't long before the movement was joined by voices. Pascal and Nana. The grumblings weren't loud enough for her to really make out, but she also wasn't trying.

After a few minutes Emilene found herself unable to go back to sleep, and since sleeping was now out of the question, she was quickly growing irritated with just laying in her bed. Throwing her comforter back, she swung her legs off the side of the bed and stood, careful not to step on Mari as she crossed the room. Yes, she had kicked the other girl off of her bed. Why? Because that was how Emilene was. She never shared her bed. Did that make her somewhat of a bad person? Perhaps, but if people wouldn't put up with it, she would probably stop it.

Walking into the common area, she failed to greet the other two before going to get her much off coffee. Hopefully the caffeine would wake her up more and help ease the aches in her body from all the dancing she had done the night before. She eased herself into a seat beside Pascal, still not saying anything until she felt the cool air slipping into the apartment through the cracks between the old window panes and the wall. The air hitting her upper body made her shiver a bit. All she wore were a thin pair of black pajama pants and a green sports bra with black polka dots, hence, a good bit of her upper half was left exposed. She shivered slightly, leaning into Pascal to absorb some of his body heat. "We're going to have to work on these windows, Nana." she said, not knowing if the girl was even listening. Would it help if she was? Emilene doubted that Nana had much knowledge in the area of home repair.

"Em, where are your clothes?" Sid asked in a raspy voice as he entered the room. Well, now everyone was there but Mari, and who knew when she would wake up. It wasn't as if Emilene had tried to wake the other female.

She stuck her tongue out at the younger male. "Oh get over yourself, you're just jealous I have a better body to show off than you." she said, and Sidney winced at her voice. Where he was speaking in a raw whisper, she spoke in a normal tone, showing no sympathy for his hangover. In fact, she continued to treat him as usual, which meant bossing him around. When her stomach growled she looked at him. "Sid, make some toast." she commanded in an easy enough tone that an assumed please was added on at the end. She wasn't going to ask Nana, that much was a sure thing. Emilene had already experience Nana's cooking, the first night they had been together in the apartment, needless to say she wasn't looking forward to another one.

"Why can't Pascal do it?" Sidney complained.

"Because Pascal is busy." she informed him, then looked at Pascal. "Tell Sidney you're busy being my personal heater." she instructed Paz, as if Sidney were not there. This was how the three bandmates interacted. Emilene knew the whole conversation probably sounded a bit ridiculous and funny, but they could be no other way and still be themselves.

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[xandy pandy]

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Your words circle in my head
Weigh so heavy on my chest
And I'm crushed by your expectation
I only want to do some good
Too dumb to know if I could
And I just wanna feel the days I'm in
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To be honest, Flannery had read the book in her hands so many times that she could probably close her eyes and quote some passages word for word. Still, to be even more honest, Flannery's eyes were more just scanning the pages of the book while her mind was caught up in other thoughts. If it were any other book, by the end of it, she would have to go back to the beginning and read it all over again when her mind was less occupied. Having a book in her hands was necessary though, or else she looked just downright pathetic, sitting there alone with her coffee. It didn't help that Delsy wasn't the most punctual of people. If the book were not occupying Flannery physically she would just be fidgeting nervously, looking very much like a girl stood up, which she wasn't.

Delsy. That woman, or more girl, could drive Flannery absolutely crazy. But, it was a good thing in some ways. She made Flannery actually think, even if she could get a bit annoying when she was pressing the wrong issue. It made Flannery wish so desperately that she wasn't so young or that Flannery herself wasn't as old as she was. It wasn't even the gap that was the issue. It was more where the gap was taking place. If Delsy were several years older, twenty-five while Flannery was thirty-five, they would perhaps be better off. At this point though, Delsy was barely done with being a child, Flannery could see it every time they spoke. Sometimes it was something small, like Delsy not understanding an older pop culture reference that the older female made, other times it was just the innocence that the girl seem to display in some areas that threw Flannery for a complete loop.

It wasn't as if she didn't spend many hours of her day thinking about the whole situation. There were so many reasons as to why she couldn't get involved here, but every time she tried to put them into words for Delsy, they came out wrong, and only ever seemed to make a stronger case for the younger of the pair. It became a matter that for every argument, there was a counter argument. The biggest probably being that they had been well on their way to a relationship until Flannery had inquired about her age. The graduate student had seen Delsy around campus, but it had seemed that she was too young to be another grad student, but Flannery had never guessed her to be only nineteen. It had been after they had known each other for a few weeks, right after they had shared their first kiss. Why it had taken that long for her to get to the subject, she wasn't at all sure. But as soon as she had the information, she was quick to lay down a boundary line.

Since that day, there had been a few occasions where they had crossed that line with kisses that would be exchanged in what Flannery called moments of weakness. Not that she didn't absolutely enjoy each and every one of those rare kisses, but it was important not to give in. This was for Delsy's good, or that was what she had to keep insisting. If she didn't, she would lose her will.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see a flash of flaming red hair, before a hand pressed down on the pages of her book. "Hey there, what’cha reading?" Flannery closed her eyes to steady her mind for a moment before looking up at Delsy and letting a small smile cross her lips.

"The Complete Works of my namesake of course." she said, closing the book. Her namesake of course meant Flannery O'Conner. Why her Swedish parents had named their child for an American writer Flannery wasn't sure. Some days she though they found it to be ironic in other ways, other days she believed to be that they did in the midst of still getting accustomed to living in America and did not think about the repercussions it would have until later.

"My life among the adults has been fine. How are you doing among the pouting teenagers?" she shot back easily when Delsy got a bit snarky. Every once in awhile Flannery was fairly sure that the Delsy needed to be reminded that her passive aggressive way of trying to get what she wanted only made her seem like more of a child instead of giving her mature effect she was going for.

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It's hard to be a man
But I'm doing all I can
I'm ready to give this all I have
I'm ready to be amazed
'Cause I'm standing here alone
Trying to make this life my own
And nothing will keep this heart from beating
I'm still breathing
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If there was anyway that that Sidney would ask to be woken up, it would not be the was that Pascal was going about it. First hitting Sid and then not talking in any sort of low tone, it made the hungover Sidney's head pound and he moaned in response to the other's words, rolling over so that his back was to the door that Pascal was now leaving though. He did his best to remain still and keep his eyes closed, but even the level of concentration he had to put into the idea of going back to sleep made his head pound. He could hear people talking in the other room, and he knew he really had no choice but to get up. If he didn't someone would eventually come and get him.

With another moan he stood slowly as to not make himself dizzy, and made his way out into the main room of the apartment. His eyes swept across the room, taking in everyone and finally landing on a only half dressed Emilene. "Em, where are your clothes?" he spoke not much above a whisper, his voice raw from the night before. Why in the world did he have to always drink so much when they went out. Okay that needed to be amended. He didn't drink all that much, he just had a stupidly low tolerance for alcohol. So in other words, why did his tolerance have to be so low?

Emilene stuck her tongue out at him. She was snuggled up beside Pascal, obviously getting an early start with teasing him. "Oh get over yourself, you're just jealous I have a better body to show off than you." she said, and Sidney winced at her voice. She had no sympathy for his hangover, and that fact showed in the way she didn't bother to lower her voice. "Sid, make some toast." she commanded after a moment, once their had been a noticeable growl from her direction. And so the usually pecking order resumed, with Emilene essentially on top and Sidney and Pascal practically wrapped around her finger.

"Why can't Pascal do it?" Sidney complained, hurting his own head in the process.

"Because Pascal is busy." she informed him, then looked at Pascal. "Tell Sidney you're busy being my personal heater." Sid rolled his eyes. Okay so he wasn't going to win this one. He sighed and walked to what was their 'kitchen' or at least where all their kitchen like appliances and whatnot were. He smiled slightly at Nana, who was mussing around with cups and a kettle, seeming to be making tea.

"Hey, where do you guys keep the bread?" he asked the red head. It was rude to just go riffling through people's stuff, even if you were told to. It was just easier to ask her. "Oh, and uh, thanks for the aspirin last night. It helped a lot." he added on sheepishly, remembering the horrible state he had been in the night before and how the girl had been so helpful, no questions asked. The door that led to Emi's room opened at that point and Mari came out, practically limping.

"You look like s**t." Nana said to Mari, again with little sympathy.

"You made me sleep on the floor, what do you expect me to look like." Mari grumbled. Well there was a surprise.

"And that is why you can never try to sleep in Em's bed. Never. She's pure evil when it comes to the bed." Sidney told Nana, a bit of a smile passing over his face.

"Hey! I heard that! Just make my toast!" Emiline said loudly, causing both Mari and Sidney to wince in unison..

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[xandy pandy]

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Your words circle in my head
Weigh so heavy on my chest
And I'm crushed by your expectation
I only want to do some good
Too dumb to know if I could
And I just wanna feel the days I'm in
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"You let me know about your displeasure daily, dear. Trust me, I get it." Flannery said, her tone airy. Well, there was one full truth she could tell. Delsy made it very obvious how she wasn't okay with their relationship being one of just friendship. Really, the younger girl was just downright antsy. Flannery had told Delsy that once, when she had be particularly frustrated with the younger, and it had not help at all during that particular argument. In the end they ended up not speaking for two days before each gave in. Arguments between them happened fairly often, usually over the same topic of course, but they could never seem to stay angry at each other for very long, nor could they distance themselves.

That was the hard part about their relationship. Usually Flannery had no problem distancing herself from other. In fact, she was an expert at losing touch with the world. However, this was not the case with Delsy. In some ways, Flannery hated that it couldn't be this way with Delsy. If she could, then perhaps she could just disappear from the girl's life, and then Delsy would forget about her and Flannery could find a girl who she didn't feel like she was taking time from. Yes, that would be best. It would never happen though. There was this... magnetism between them, one that hindered Flannery's ability to just pull away from sinking into crowd. She knew because she had tried to just disappear. She wouldn't answer Delsy's phone calls, she distracted herself with book after book, she had even gone as far as to miss one of their cafe meetings. It hadn't worked though, because Flannery was weak. Because she had needed to see Delsy, so badly.
It had nothing to do with her mind, where she did all this painstaking planning, it was all in her heart, and Flannery wasn't sure how she was supposed to handle that.

After all, she hadn't used her heart to make decisions in years.

“Will you spend the day with me? Please? I want to go on a walk or a hike or something with you, unless you have other plans?” the question brought the blonde from her thoughts. Her eyes shot up to Delsy, and she found her mind racing. It was looking for a way out, something she had to get done or something she could lie about needing to get done. If she spent to much time with Delsy she would experience another moment of weakness, she just knew it. Flannery didn't trust herself, and she certainly didn't trust Delsy not to take advantage if the opportunity was presented. There had to be some way out. The words weren't coming to her lips fast enough however, and Delsy could see that.

“Come on Flannery, it’s not fair that you always blow me off.” Delsy complained.

"I don't always blow you off." Flannery protested, finally able to find words. "I really am busy Delsy. Being a grad student is nothing like when you're still an undergraduate. Lots more look." she reminded the other. After a moment of having Delsy's eyes on her though, she relented. "Fine, fine, I just have to check my blood sugar, okay? You don't want me going into a diabetic coma, do you?" she stood, a slight smile gracing her features when she spoke. Yes, Flannery was Diabetic. Type 1, diagnosed years ago when she was eleven. It was easy for her to joke about the disease, because she had long ago come to terms with the fact that it was just something she had to live with. Sure, if she didn't manage it right she could die, but slacking off in taking care of herself was not on Flannery's itinerary of things to do. "I'll be right back." she told the other.

Grabbing her purse, she made her way to the bathroom, quickly checking her blood sugar levels. They were well with range for her, no need to raise or lower them. As always, the small tense knot that formed in her throat untied. Really, with all the joking and peacemaking she did about, there was still a small part of her that was like the little girl who had been so afraid every time she had to p***k her finger and give herself insulin shots. She left the bathroom and made her way to the table where Delsy still was, staying standing as she grabbed her book and put it into her purse. "You ready?" she asked. There didn't seem to be much of a reply from Delsy, but they did make their way outside.

Digging through her purse once they were out of the cafe, Flannery pulled out her pack of cigarettes and a lighter. After she lit one for herself and inhaled deeply, letting out a slow breath of smoke aimed at the ground, she looked up at Delsy through hair that fell into her eyes. "So what was it you wanted to do?"

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These things take time, love
These things take backbone
And they'll tell you what you want to hear
They say it gets better, better
But you better know how to point out the liars
You've got to win your wars, make sure
You're not fighting for nothing, nothing
Are you fighting for nothing, nothing
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Nova soon gave up scolding Imri about the fire. The only other things she could do besides just let it burn itself out was put it out herself, and that was an unnecessary display of power. How? Because You couldn't put Fay fire out with just a bit of water. There were two common choices when dealing with them, which was letting them burn themselves out or having the Fay who set the fire put it out. The least common action? A Fay with huge power putting it out. It was in the realm of what Nova could do, and since it didn't involve touching the fire, the magic from her didn't hurt her in the least. However, as stated before, it was a display of large power. Nova did all she could to keep the exact extent of her powers under wraps. For one, it would alienate her more from the Fay and humans around if they knew, and two, people were more wary about crossing her if the weren't sure how much she could really do to them.

The only person Nova would say knew exactly how powerful she was was Imri. After all, they had fought side by side, Imri had seen Nova at her worst. Her worst being the days where Nova would just kill human after human with no effort, where she would create havoc in whatever human city or town they came to. Nova honestly couldn't say how many she had killed during the war, nor could she tell you how Imri found it in himself to still be close to her, but she was grateful. Even the people who Nova fought beside had been afraid of her. She didn't doubt that combined with the loss of her family and lover, being alone would've driven her mad.

Of course, some days, Nova was sure that Imri would drive her mad himself. "Oh, what's wrong now?" she demanded, noticing how he stiffened. Imri didn't answer her, but she didn't need an answer, she could feel the human energy in the clinic. It wasn't a threat, it was just a student, but of course, any human was a cause for changing Imri's somewhat good mood. Nova rolled her eyes and continued about her business. Whoever it was would come in soon enough, and she knew it was pointless to try and calm Imri down. He hated humans. He had the right to, and Nova didn't have the time to argue with him over the matter.

As she suspected, the human found their way to the office eventually. Seraphina, that was her name, and since Nova very rarely called people by nicknames, that was what she called her. The girl was sweet, and one of the more eager students when it came to her powers. It was always so much easier to help when the person actually wanted to learn about the magic that was sitting inside of them. She didn't even seem to be afraid of it, as so many people who wanted to learn about it were. However, Seraphina was not Nova's student, for her student was someone a bit more difficult. And she certainly wasn't Imri's student. Imri was a last resort tactic in most cases. However...

Seraphina's teacher had yet to show up, and Nova didn't have any busy work that could be done by anyone other than her. So when Seraphina asked if there was anything she could do, Nova shook her head. "I'm afraid most of this is boring administrative stuff." she told the much younger female. "Perhaps you could do some warming up with Imri? His magic is combative, but he does have the basics in all the others, like everyone else." she said. It was a suggestion, but at the same time, it might as well have been an order. Already she could see Imri tensing up, but Nova knew he would do it if she told him to. So really it was all a matter of Seraphina agreeing to that arrangement, at least until her instructor arrived.

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It's not so easy caving in
I walked by your apartment twice today
While you were gone at work
And all the colors got so dim
It's not as cold out here
But come quick I am losing feeling
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It was easy to tell when there was another being with magic close to or inside of the clinic. At least, it was when one had an active magic. It was also easy to tell the difference between a Human and a Fay. The energies were different, and Imri always tuned in better to Fay energy rather than human, magic or not. Currently, there was a magical human right outside the clinic. It was a person whose energy Imri recognized, so one of the students. It had to be. The only human's whose energies he ever bothered to learn were that of the students that attended the clinic. Imri stiffened, and Nova most certainly noticed. "Oh, what's wrong now?" she demanded.

Imri didn't answer her. He knew there was no point, since the only thing Nova would do would be to roll her eyes and tell him that he was over eight decades old, he needed to stop holding grudges. Especially ones that were against humans who couldn't remember the war, because they hadn't even been born yet. Nova didn't understand though. Well, Imri supposed she did, she very much understood almost everything about Imri. They just had very different ways of dealing with the post war world. Imri would never be able to tell you if it had always been in Nova's nature to forgive or not, but it had never been in his. He had only met Nova during the War, and as far as he knew, any Fay who knew what the powerful woman had been like before was gone, Nova's village and everyone who had not been away fighting was destroyed during the War. Imri's village and family had pretty much the same fate, though he did have a sister out there, but he had never been able to track her down after the war. Really, Nova might as well have been the only family he had, and the same for him in relation to her.

"Hey, sorry I'm a bit early. Anything I could do to help?" the human entered the office without even a knock. Really, was it so hard for the Fay in the clinic to have even one

"I'm afraid most of this is boring administrative stuff." "Perhaps you could do some warming up with Imri? His magic is combative, but he does have the basics in all the others, like everyone else."

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