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( The Hair Dyer )


M y - n a m e - i s - Fletcher Hyatt McKenny
B u t - I - t y p i c a l l y - g o - b y - Just Gus or Fletcher.
B e l i e v e - m e - o r - n o t , b u t - I - a m - Sixteen - y e a r s - o l d.
I - t o o k - m y - f i r s t - b r e a t h - o n - September 26th
a n d - m y - e y e s - g e n e r a l l y - w o n d e r - t o w a r d s - the sexy boys, thank you very much!


S o - y o u - w a n n a - k n o w - m o r e? - F i n e.
L i s t e n - t o - m y - f a v o r i t e - s o n g, - Dynamite by Cash Cash.
I f - y o u - t h i n k - y o u - a r e - g o n n a - b e - m y - f r i e n d,
r e a l i z e - t h a t - I - h a t e - stubbing your toe, indian food, migraines, being stuck indoors, silence
a n d - I - o b v i o u s l y - l i k e - fast things, like rollercoasters, getting dirty, standing in the rain, tomato soup, comedy.


S t i l l - w a n t - m o r e?
Okay, so I'm the oldest twin by four minutes. In typical older twin fashion, I never let Judie-pie forget it.
I started dying my hair when I was, oh, about thirteen. I started with lime green and just progressed from there. So far my favorite has been this red I currently have in my hair. Mum doesn't like it much, she likes my natural chocolate hair.
I am deathly allergic to bee, whasp and yellowjacket stings. I've always got an EpiPen on hand, i'm rather a**l about having one on my at all times. As a side affect I'm terrified of bees.
I love soccer. I've played since I was four and, due to almost wrecking my knee, i've had to take a break from playing. but I still like to kick the ball around. I'm a competative little s**t, so...
I plan to travel just about everywhere once I get out of college. I've always wanted to go to Italy and Greece. Oooh...guys with accents make Fletcher a very happy boy!


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( The Two-Faced )


M y - n a m e - i s - Colbey Jude Cartier
B u t - I - t y p i c a l l y - g o - b y - Cole or Judie-pie. Please don‘t all me that last one, or I‘ll have to punch you in the throat.
B e l i e v e - m e - o r - n o t , b u t - I - a m - Sixteen - y e a r s - o l d.
I - t o o k - m y - f i r s t - b r e a t h - o n - September 26th
a n d - m y - e y e s - g e n e r a l l y - w o n d e r - t o w a r d s - Eh, boy‘s I guess. Girls are kinda annoying, so…


S o - y o u - w a n n a - k n o w - m o r e? - F i n e.
L i s t e n - t o - m y - f a v o r i t e - s o n g, - Lights and Sounds by Yellowcard.
I f - y o u - t h i n k - y o u - a r e - g o n n a - b e - m y - f r i e n d,
r e a l i z e - t h a t - I - h a t e - anything obnoxiously loud, fake people, food with strange textures, falling, people covering my eyes
a n d - I - o b v i o u s l y - l i k e - being up high, waking up early, super soft things, cheese cake, percings and tattoos.


S t i l l - w a n t - m o r e?
Unfortunatly, I'm the youngest out of the twins. Fletcher never lets me forget it. Just like I never let him forget he's got the maturity of a two year old.
I have dyed my hair, but just the one color. Back when my brother and I were on our 'show everyone we're different' kick. Nah, I was the one to suggest getting the peircings.
Okay, so...I was in gymnastics when I was younger. I quit when I was fourteen, after everyone started calling me a queer and what not for being into that sort of thing. Needless to say though, I'm pretty flexible and I can to a back handspring with the best of them.
Uhm...I don't like thunder. Well, it's more than dislike, I'm actually kinda terrified of it. I got locked inside a friends decrepit shed during the middle of a thunder storm when I was little.
My personality is a bit...warped, I guess you could say. I'm two different people, depending on who I'm with. when I'm with friends, i'm a fairly nice person, though I do have my b*****d moments. When I'm around strangers, I'm...well, a b*****d. I'm rude, cold and just generally an a**. I don't trust people I don't know as far as I can throw them. I just don't. I've seen how people can pretend to be your friend and then turn around and stab you in the back.


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Gosh, what was happening? One minute they were happily snuggled up on the couch, talking about everything, gently touching and kissing. And now they were staring at each other like they’d both grown a second head. All because of a little bit of blood, He thought, lightly touching the minute knick on his neck that had caused all the trouble. He could feel the flakiness of the dried blood and the tiny bit that was still damp. The fact that Gavin had bitten him had gone virtually un-noticed. Colbey didn’t mind that so much, to him it hadn’t really been a bite. Just a small nibble…a nibble that had made him bleed, but a nibble none the less. The bite hadn’t even hurt at all, more just…he didn’t know how to describe it. Cole had felt something sharp on his neck, but it hadn’t hurt. All he could really remember feeling was this tingling sensation from the other boy kissing on his neck, and then he’d moved away from him, leaving him bleeding. Gavin certainly hadn’t meant to break the skin, and judging by how he was reacting to it, he was sorry he had. He didn’t really know how to assure the other that he was fine, that he wasn’t hurt and that he wasn’t upset. Gavin just seemed so…so panicked. Even now, he was mumbling to himself, mumbling how he was afraid for him. He acts as if he tore my throat open, He thought, worrying his bottom lip as he watched the boy, concern showing plainly on his face and in his blue eyes.

As he rand his fingers through Gavins hair, the boy’s hands came up and rested on his hips, holding them in a stiff grip. Cole didn’t move and just continued to run his fingers through his hair, fingering the end of the inky strands while Gavin refused to look him in the eye. Colbey frowned and cocked his head as the other apologized. He slowly shook his head, wanting to tell the other he was sorry as well, though for what he wasn’t sure. “I-I’m just fearful about hurting o-others. I sometimes just don’t know my own strength.” the comment had his brows raising. So that’s why he’d been so upset and worried about hurting him for? He forgets his own strength…He makes it sound like he’s got super strength or something! Just as he opened his mouth to assure him he wasn’t hurt, that he’d never hurt him in the first place, Gavin went on. Cole’s eyes widened. “O-oh!” He exclaimed softly. Well, that was normal enough! Lots of people couldn’t stand the sight of blood. Colbey wasn’t one of those people, luckily. He’d never been particularly squeamish when it came to blood and gore, and he supposed that came from being around a mother who’d been a nurse for a good portion of her life. She’d never been afraid of stuff like that, so he assumed he got it from her. Poor Gavin, He thought sadly, giving the other a sympathetic look. He really must be terrified of it if he reacts this strongly. I’d hate to see how he’d react if I accidentally cut my finger.

Even as he held his finger up that had just a light smear of the life liquid on his fingers, Gavin cringed away, just slightly. He didn’t let go of his hips –a small thing Colbey was happy about, even right now– or move away from him. He could still feel the slight coolness of the others hands on his hips –and his twitching fingers!– and feel their breaths mingling together. If this wasn’t such a serious situation, he’d be able to lean in and press their lips together once again. Cole blinked as one of the hands at his hips moved and pushed his hand away. He flushed slightly, realizing he’d only been making the situation worse and quickly stuffed his hands into his back pockets. “I’m sorry,” He whispered, looking truly sorry. He frowned softly and slowly nodded, trying to understand and failing horribly. It turned him into someone else? Well, he could sort of understand that. This certainly wasn’t the suave and confidant Gavin who’d asked him out and brought him flowers and Chinese food. This was someone totally different. Someone scared and nervous. Someone who didn’t fit with Gavin’s character. He let himself be maneuvered back onto the couch and let his guest have his distance while he clasped his hands tightly between his knees. He hunched his shoulders a bit, trying to hide the mark on his neck upon spotting the others gaze. He blinked at the offer and softly smiled at the boy.

“You don’t have to leave, Gavin. You don’t make me uncomfortable. It’s okay to be afraid of something, you know.” he paused. He hated the way the boy looked right now, so meek and upset. He stood suddenly. “Hang on just a sec,” He said, escaping the tense living room and entering the kitchen to start rummaging around in the pantry. Gavin likes sweets, right? Maybe this will cheer him up some, He thought as he stood on his toes and pulled down a bag of chewy sweet tarts he’d hidden up on the top shelf so Nick wouldn’t eat them all. He meandered back into the living room and leaned over the back of the couch to hand Gavin the sweets, pulling the large shirt up to hide the tiny wound as he pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. “Here. Candy makes everything better, right? I’ll be right back,” He kissed his cheek and disappeared into the small bathroom of their apartment and set about washing his hands an checking out his neck in the mirror. Wow, it really was a small little scratch. He glared at it in the mirror and swiped a wet cloth over it. Stupid scratch, causing trouble. He pulled out Neosporin and a small band aid on reflex and applied both to his neck, covering up the knick. Another thing he’d gotten from his mother. Colbey checked his hands and his shirt and his neck, making sure there weren’t any traces of blood before he headed back out into the living room.

He flashed the other a smile and showed him his clean hands. “No more blood! And that scratch was tiny! Nothing to worry about. I didn’t even need the band-aid. But my mom’s beaten so much first aid stuff into my head I figured I’d put one on. Just for grins,” he stated, plopping down next to the boy on the couch once again, curling his legs up under him. “Are you okay?” He asked gently, reaching out to swipe strands of his hair away from his face. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make things worse. I should have realized you were afraid of blood by the way you were acting,” Colbey licked and worried his bottom lip between his teeth. He hoped that all the drama that just went down didn’t ruin…whatever there was between them. Before, everything had been going so well. He’d never talked to anyone like Gavin and actually felt that comfortable talking to anyone. He would be more than happy to try and pick back up where they’d left off, if the other felt up to it. He may want to go home now, He thought sadly. He didn’t want this night to end on a bad note.



OOC:: -giggledies-
oh god, Colbey... 'poor gavin!' -shot-
i'm gonna get him killed, I swear!
Blech, it's short, I'm sorry!
D:



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JAQUELYN ISABELLA DUNCAN

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Of course people would want to go and drink and party! Colbey was pretty much the party-pooper, the one that had to see the rational and more practical side of things. God knew if he didn’t what sort of things his friends get up to. Jay was pouring shots and cole had a morbid curiosity as to what exactly the older boy had mixed into the tiny glass. I know it’s not beer, He thought. The blonde blinked and looked up at the taller boy and cocked an eyebrow at him. He didn’t take the shot Jayden made for him…yet. That was what he hated about drinking with his friends. He always wound up drinking, no matter how many times he told himself he wouldn’t, he always ended up drinking and getting completely smashed. Being a light weight, it wasn’t exactly hard. He sighed. “Yeah, just like we have several days to go out and drink ourselves stupid,” He fired back, eyes flickering to the shot set down in front of him. Shaking his head at the others reassurance that he’d make sure he got drug back to the hotel and put to bed, Cole growled softly. “You know I’ll get plastered, I always do.” He muttered sullenly under his breath. He honestly envied the tolerance to alcohol his friends had. Even his brother was better than he was.

Now Shannon, his tall musician friend, was also trying to talk him into it. Peer pressure! His mind screamed at him, causing his lips to quirk in a smirk before letting it drop. “And that’s exactly what I’m afraid of. Some of you are right bastards when you’re hung over or drunk,” He stated bluntly. “A certain red head included,” He added, looking over to his brother, who currently had a blond Asian in his lap. He rolled his eyes at the two and turned back to the task at had. To drink, or not to drink! That was the question. One he probably already knew the answer to, but still. It was best to put up at least a little bit of a fight. Letting out a sight that blew his bangs away from his face, he picked up the shot. “Fine. Then none of you have the right to b***h at me when I wake you up at seven in the morning so we can go explore and what not,” He said, smirking sadistically. “Don’t think I’m afraid to dump ice water on you all,” And with that, he toasted his glass like Jayden had and knocked it back. He relished and hated the burn the booze created down his throat at the same time. God knew what was mixed up in that little glass, and he just knew it was stronger than beer. Lord, I may get drunk off of that alone. and that, was a very pathetic thing. He resisted asking for another shot and slouched in his chair, turning and throwing his legs over the arm of the chair, like his brother. “I’m such a weakling,” He muttered sourly, pouting a little bit and tonguing the back of one of his lip piercings. He really was if he gave into everyone like that. Sad, really. Though, he knew that if he’d been with anyone other than his friends, he never would have taken the shot. His friends were the only ones he was comfortable enough around to actually let himself lose control by getting drunk. He knew that they would make sure he didn’t do something completely stupid.

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Fletcher hated planes. He hated cars that smelt funny, and he hated the fact that whenever he got on something that moved, he would get sick every single time. So far, the only thing that didn’t make him sick, was boats. But nooo, they couldn’t take a boat to friggen Colorado! They had to take a plane. He’d been in a seriously bad mood when he’d gotten on the plane, just waiting for the horrible lurching feeling to hit his gut. He seriously doubted the patch would work at all. But when they were finally up in the air, an hour into the flight, he’d fallen into a dead sleep. Which wasn’t exactly comfortable, considering he couldn’t stretch out without laying across his brothers lap and the people sitting on the other side of himself.

Something told him they wouldn’t appreciate that, so he’d managed sleeping sitting up using his brother as a pillow. A pillow that kept moving every ten minutes. Oh well, all that mattered was the fact that he hadn’t felt the need to re-visit his breakfast of French toast and scrambled eggs! When they finally landed and he’d been shaken awake, Fletcher had walked off the plane looking disheveled and half asleep. Not exactly the sexy first impression he’d wanted to make on the Vail locals, but oh well. He’d have plenty of time to make the locals drool. When they arrived at the hotel, the first thing he wanted to do, was just race up and down the hallways to wake himself up. As it was, he was too drowsy to do much, even defend himself against a snowball his brother threw at him. Stupid Colbey…He sulked, running his fingers through his now damp hair, picking out ice that clung to the vivid strands of red hair. The heaters inside the hotel made him regret putting on so much clothes. His father had warned them that it would probably be freezing in Vail and he’d dressed as if they were going to be walking into a blizzard. Black jeans and leather boots bought specifically for walking around in the snow. A neon green Cash Cash t-shirt over a white long sleeved shirt with a black knee length wool coat. He’d foregone the scarf and hat like his mother had wanted him to wear though. He’d just take them off and lose it somewhere.

I’ll get him back for sure, dump some ice down his pants when he isn‘t looking. He thought with a sleepy sort of smirk. They used to do that when they were kids, and still did it. Not that they got many chances to do that in Miami, but still. They checked in and piled into the elevator in groups. That was an experience. Fletcher never liked elevators, mostly because of his motion sickness. You knew you had it bad when you got sick on a elevator. But being packed in there with a whole bunch of people didn’t exactly thrill him either. His brother would have a complete panic attack if that happened with him. He hated being around people he didn’t know. He let out a low impressed whistle as he squeezed into the room. Good lord, he had never been in a nicer hotel room. Then again, he normally didn’t stay in suites. It even had their own little kitchen. That would come in handy. One thing Fletcher always enjoyed when his family went on trips, was eating. There was always something new, something he hadn't ever tried before, and he'd seen some pretty nice looking places to eat on the shuttle ride from the airport. He licked his lips and looked around some more.

Several people, Jayden, Simon and Finias mainly, were around the bar already, causing him to grin. Oh yes, alcoholic beverages. He’d be having a couple of those, whether his brother liked it or not. The younger of the twins fancied himself the sensible one of the two, and always made it a point to guilt trip him whenever he did anything their mother would blow a gasket over. Drinking mainly. It hardly ever worked, though he would try and keep himself from doing something that would, you know, get him killed. But sometimes he couldn't help himself. His mother would probably have a heart attack if she ever caught wind of some of the things he'd done or said...or ingested over the years. She'd kill him if she ever caught him smoking, which was why he made it a point to not smoke much. Every once in a while he would get a really bad craving and would sneak off to light up. Otherwise, he bummed one off his friends, Jayden usually since he was a regular smoker. Ah, mommy’s not here though, and Cole will wind up drinking too, mark my words! He thought with a grin, searching around for said brother. The red head bounded off after his twin and dumped his stuff in the same room. They’d probably wind up somewhere completely different anyway, so it was just better to keep their stuff together.

He pulled his coat off and dropped it on his suit case and snuck up behind his brother and pinched his butt, startling the crap out of him. Another thing they always used to do. Run up and pinch one another on the toosh, and then live in fear for the next few hours in case the other came and got him back. He pouted at the bottle blonde and draped his arms around his neck. “That’s not nice baby bro! What happened to respecting your elders?” He gave a small whine as a book suddenly slapped against his hip. How rude! “Right. My elders. You’re my elder by how many seconds? Oh that’s right, four!” Fletcher pouted and grumbled, sidestepping quickly when the blonde tried to pinch his leg. Really, it was more like five seconds then four, but Cole still didn’t get that yet. He grinned at the loud sigh that escaped his twin and attached himself more firmly to his back as they began their awkward walk into the living room. His brother squirmed and led them over to the seating area, and before he could say anything he was falling into a chair, and letting out a loud groan as his brother sat on him and even went limp against him. “You’re crushing me!” He squeaked out, arms still around the others shoulders. “Oh please, I weigh the same thing as you!” Colbey stated. Fletcher whined and wiggled under the blonde. “Yeah, but you’re bony a** is poking me in a very uncomfortable place, now, get off!” He stated, pushing at the others back till he finally got off him. Fletcher drew his knees up to his chest in case his brother had thoughts about trying to sit on him again.

Yawning softly, the red head stretched his arms over his head and slouched in his chair. People had mentioned going out to party and drink, which suited him just fine. Those were some of his favorite pass times! And it was made even better by the fact that they were on their own, completely away from any form of adult supervision, with all their friends here. It was a perfect situation. Grey eyes glanced over to his brother, and he shook his head. Of course cole would see the rational part of the whole situation. That was his job in life. Though, he could sorta understand the logic, but still! He was ready to go out on the town and drink and party! He didn’t want to stay in this hotel room, as nice as it was. The town of Vail was waiting and he was completely excited to do some serious exploring. “Eh, I’m totally ready to go club hopping, seriously!” He stated, twisting his lithe body in his seat and throwing his legs over the arm of the chair. “Though someone might have to drag me there, this chair is seriously comfortable. I could just crash right here,” Fletcher grinned a cat like grin and snuggled more into the chair. He could really get used to this place.

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Ugh! When the hell did her bed get so flipping hard? The petite blond squirmed and bit and rolled onto her side, shifting her head this way and that. A loud sigh escaped her lips and she drowsily pushed herself up onto her elbows and made to punch her pillow into a more comfortable shape. When her knuckles met hard ground and popped, she let out a yelp and sat bolt up right, cradling her hand. Okay! Who substituted her pillows for bricks?! Teegan? No, he had enough self-preservation instincts in him to know never to mess with her bed. When I get a hold of my brothers, I’ll wring their scrawny little…That thought trailed off into nothing as her blurry vision cleared and she caught sight of…trees? Since when had their been a tree in her room? It wasn’t even one of those little fake potted ones either, it was…well, a tall, live tree. Bright blue eyes widened to the size of saucers and she looked up and around. Blue sky, trees, bushes, grass…

Oh. My. God. Was the first thing that ran through Jack’s mind as she looked around. This…wasn’t her bedroom. It wasn’t the apartment either. She didn’t even think she was in the same city! She was almost positive that she wasn’t in a city at all. The city didn’t have woods like this! Not since the last time she checked anyway. Surely a forest couldn’t have grown over night, could it? Global warming? She wondered stupidly, slowly taking in her surroundings, a bewildered and horribly confused look etched onto her face. Okay, go over last night, maybe Teegan and I went camping or something? She thought, worrying a pink lip between her teeth. Okay, she’d woken up, gone to work and nearly punched her boss when he actually tugged at her skirt –she knew he was a friend, and didn’t really mean any harm, but that was sexual harassment, and she had no problem punching him were the sun didn‘t shine– then left, and grabbed some take out for herself and Teegan, gone home, watched a movie, did some last minute work for tomorrow –today?– and then went to bed. Or at least, that’s what she thought she did. The blonde glanced down at herself and blinked at the Dallas Cowboy’s tank-top she had on over her matching sleeping shorts with the little football helmets on them. So, she had gone to bed in her own home. Well that was a good thing, ‘cause she certainly didn’t remember walking outside and laying on the cold grass and falling asleep!

“Did you slip me something again last night?”

Jacquelyn’s heart leapt into her throat in shock and looked wildly around and spotted Teegan laying next to her. Oh thank god, I’m not alone! Jack had always been a very independent woman, and never minded being alone anywhere, but…she’d never been so thankful to have her friend with her before. She could have hugged him! She didn’t answer as he rifled through his pockets and drew out a cell phone. Normally she would have teased him about his odd habit, but now she was happy he had the phone with him. Though, her hopes crumbled when they found the phone didn’t work. She drew her knees to her chest and rubbed her freezing bare toes, rubbing at the blue nail polish that matched her eyes. “Where are we?” Teegan asked and Jack slowly shook her head. “I have no clue where- Stop that, I’m fine!” She stated indignantly as her friend started to check her over for any injuries. She slapped at his hands when he tried to touch her and scowled at him when he told her to stay still, and reluctantly did so. Honestly, she wasn’t some defenseless little twit that couldn’t look after herself! She was perfectly capable of making sure she was alright herself. And even if Teegan was one of her closest friends, she didn’t need him treating her like a doll. She had three older brothers to do that for him back home in Dallas.

There was a crushing of leaves and twigs under foot, and Jacquelyn looked up and around quickly, searching for the source. Now what? Were they gonna get attacked by some animal now? The footsteps approached and suddenly, there was a woman stepping through the brush. Jack blinked. What on earth was she wearing? Some sort of costume, it looked like. What, were they near some reenactment sight or something and these were actors trying to figure out why they were here? She was pretty whoever she was, slender and tall and, well, beautiful. Teegan stood up and Jack did too, shivering as a breeze washed over them, and watched the woman warily. A man appeared behind her and he too was dressed up in some weird costume. “Who the hell are you?” Teegan asked at the same time she asked “Where the hell are we?” The woman told them not to scream and to stop moving around. Jack scowled. She hated people telling her what to do. “Tell us where the hell we are and how we got here!” She said, her voice getting steadily louder. No one was answering her questions, and if there was one thing she hated more than being told what to do, it was being ignored.

She heard them before she saw them and looked over to spot a group of men ridding horses coming up to them. Again, they were dressed in the same sort of costume the man and woman were. While she wasn’t sure if the two on the ground with them were armed, these men on horseback certainly were. And they were pointing their swords at them as they gathered around. Jack took an unconscious step closer to Teegan. At this point he was the only thing that made sense. She glowered at the so called 'knights'. "Who are you people?" They ignored her.

“The King would love to see this.”

Blue eyes widened. King?


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Another thing Jacquelyn hated. Being friggen Manhandled by some random douche bag she didn’t know. The whole trip back to…wherever they were, she’d been dragged and grabbed and pushed, and she had been just about ready to turn and deck a few pushy men. The only thing that had stopped her was the swords they’d been carrying. She was pretty sure they wouldn’t take being punched very well, so she kept her hands to herself and gritted her teeth. Now, she’d been thrown into some disgusting cell. And she thought the women’s bathroom in the mall was bad. This was…disgusting. It smelt awful, something between rotten food, body odors and just grime and dirt. And she was positive she’d seen a rat run past the bars of her cell. Jack had taken to crouching in the corner. Like hell she was going to sit on the floor, that had who knew how many diseases on it. The blonde rubbed her arms and feet, wishing she’d at least worn socks to bed. She glanced up to see Teegan looking at her and she shot a small half hearted smile at him before running her fingers through her wavy hair, trying to work out some of the knots. She shot a dark look at the guard that said ‘you’re so lucky you’re on the other side of those bars’. And he was. Cause if he’d been inside with her, she would have nailed him in the nuts. No one had answered her questions, and now they were behind bars. It was pissing her off. It wasn’t her and Teegans fault they were here. They didn’t even know where ‘here’ was. Now they were going to be taken to some king? Joy of Joys.

A door creaked open and guards came flooding in. Jack stood up as the door to her cell was opened and glowered when a man reached for her. She slapped at his hand and growled when he grabbed her and yanked her out of the cell. “I can walk just fine without you bruising my arm, thanks!” She hissed, trying to pull away. The grip on her just tightened and she reluctantly fell quiet. Soon enough, they were being shoved to the ground in a great hall before who she assumed to be their king and queen. Teegan fell at her left and the other two on her right. She went to shoot a dirty look over her shoulder, only to freeze when something cold and sharp pressed against her neck. She shivered and looked away. A man, the King, spoke, demanding to know who they were. He even came forward and stood in front of her and Teegan. She resisted the urge to snort. Honestly, had these people never seen sleeping clothes before? They weren't dressed that strangely, not compared to them! And what was he going on about a ‘new race’? She shot a look at Teegan out of the corner of her eye and frowned.

“I think that they may be wizards,” Wizards? What the hell?! A man who she assumed to be an advisor shot her a look that made her grimace and wish she’d worn pants and a long sleeved shirt to bed. “Wizards? That’s not good.” She went to speak, to state that they weren't wizards, but the sword pressed a little harder at the back of her neck. “I suggest we kill them now, before they get out of hand.” “That’s what we should do. We need to kill them.”

Jacquelyn followed the back and forth conversation with her eyes as if she were watching a tennis match. She grew more and more nervous as the conversation progressed and her breath hitched suddenly in her throat when they suddenly declared they should be killed. WHAT?! You can’t be serious!? her mind whirled. They were really going to kill them? They hadn’t done anything! “May I suggest an alternative?” Oh lord, please do lady! Jack thought. “Send them out. Send them on the search for the locket. Besides, if they are Wizards, then they have a better chance at succeeding,” Jack held her breath as the king seemed to consider this. He looked to his advisor and then back at them. “Very well. Then it has been decided. You will find the locket. Find it, and I will set you all free. Otherwise, Death!” Jacquelyn slowly let out her breath and let herself be yanked to her feet. She didn’t care much this time, she was more happy about the fact that she and her friend had just escaped with their lives!

When they were finally released, Jack rubbed her arm and stuck her tongue out at the retreating guards. Immature, yes, but she didn’t really care. Suddenly the woman from earlier was asking who they were and where they were from. Jacquelyn was just about to ask her the exact same thing, but Teegan beat her to the punch, introducing themselves. She gave a small two fingered wave when he introduced her before crossing her arms over her chest. ”We’re not from here, that’s for sure. Where is here anyways? And who are you?” “Yeah, and what the heck just happened in there? Why did they call us wizards? As in wands and spells wizards? Like Harry Potter wizards?” She asked. She had the mental image of someone like Gandalf from Lord of the rings or Dumbledore from Harry Potter wandering around and couldn’t help but snort a bit. Oh yes, she had a magic wand slash staff and could cast spells and conjure…things.

Wonderful, they were surrounded by weirdos.

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»» Mister quiet all the way
»» Fletcher Hyatt McKenny
»» Sixteen
»» Male
»» Cryokinetic

»» Silence is thy middle name. Fletcher just doesn’t speak, and no one really knows if that’s because he can’t, or just doesn’t. He has his mental telepathy with his few friends, what more does he really need? Fletcher is socially awkward and a bit klutzy when put into a situation he’s not comfortable with. His friends are the only one’s he really opens up around. Because of this, others tend to mistake his silence as indifference, or coldness. Not true, he‘s mostly just impassive unless something really catches his attention, but he does tend to avoid people he doesn’t know. It’s nothing personal, it’s just a matter of comfort. While he generally keeps his emotions to himself you can usually tell how he’s feeling based on the temperature of the room. A little chilly? Eh, he’s bored. If it’s down right freezing and you can see your breath clouding up in front of you, watch yourself, he’s pissed. He usually has a pretty level head though, so just play nice and he won’t turn you into an icicle.

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

Kendrew Rhys Leandre

the free spirited stranger



✰ Kenny or Drew thanks
✰ twenty-three
✰ male


whimsical ✰ adventerous ✰ loving

~ PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL

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Oh gosh, he’d made Levi cry again. Another bit of guilt stabbed at his chest and for a moment Michael wanted to punch himself. He didn’t really know how to say anything without upsetting the older boy and it made him want to sew his lips shut just so he wouldn’t involuntarily hurt the other anymore. For a moment he was struck dumb, listening to the other speak. The blonde had heard the other boy say he loved him before they broke up, maybe never completely but it was always implied. It never failed to send a small thrill through him. But now it was more of a fading tingle. It was said in past tense, as in he was no longer in love with him, or at least that was how he interpreted it. He winced and rubbed the back of his head, praising himself for once again putting his foot in his mouth. “I never meant to imply that you were heartless Levi…I just thought that you would be so angry with me that you wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me and would find someone who didn’t piss you off so much…” He mumbled.

He had honestly expected that Levi would go to someone else, and that he would forget about Michael for the most part. Maybe he would still feel a little bitter over how things had ended, but the blonde had never expected that Levi would still feel the same after four years. Which was dumb really. Not everyone healed at the same rate, if you could really call it healing. There would always be a small wound left over that wouldn’t completely heal all the way, a small part that would always remember the wrong that had been done to them. And if Michael remembered anything, it was that Levi could hold a grudge. Unlike himself, for the most part. Michael had generally always been a forgive and forget sort of guy, but the whole things had ended between himself and the brunette had left a bitter taste in his mouth and therefore wasn’t a very pleasant thing to remember. People always had a knack for remembering the bad things more than the good. Not that there hadn’t been good times with him and Levi, far from it. But their breakup seemed put a pallor over all the good things.

But he could remember better times. Levi still drank, but sometimes he wouldn’t drink as much and therefore Michael wouldn‘t have to worry about him wandering around drunk. He would still come home with a hangover, but it sometimes wasn’t as bad, and they could just be with each other more. Sometimes they would party together and come home drunk together. Not a lot of the time, but sometimes. Michael generally made sure he was sober at least ninety percent of the time so he could keep an eye out on Levi and try to keep him safe as possible. And that was when they were happy. Michael was happy and so was Levi, though the brunette wasn’t as open showing it as he was. Michael had always been an open book, and could never really hide his emotions away like the brunette could.

Michael slowly nodded and licked his lips. “I should have given you that. Maybe you would have hurt a little less if I’d at least said goodbye…” Maybe. Or, maybe things would be exactly the same. He didn’t know and as much as he told himself it was pointless, he couldn’t help but wonder about the what ifs of the situation. He glanced up and sighed, reluctantly nodding his head. Yeah, Levi had a point. Couples who separated for as long as a period as he and Levi did, generally didn’t get back together. And they didn’t speak after either, and if they did, it wasn’t much. They said they would remain friends when really they would just drift even more apart and loose touch with one another. Something he didn’t want to happen with Levi and him. If things had worked out like the way he wanted then they probably never would have spoken to each other again, maybe out of sheer stubbornness, if nothing else. A small reason the blonde supposed he should be grateful that things hadn’t turned out that way…even if they turned out badly in a different way. The thought of never speaking or seeing Levi just made him feel ill.

He gave a small laugh and settled a little more firmly on the bed, drawing his socked feet up under him when he managed to scoot back enough to lean against the wall. Well that was a relief, at least he knew he wouldn’t be thrown out. Well, not unless he said or did something stupid, which, with how strange Michael was feeling about this whole conversation, was a possibility.. Having the kiss brought up by Levi had the younger blushing slightly. Well, he didn’t think he could ever be freaked out by Levi kissing him. Surprised, yes. Turned on, definitely. But never freaked out. He’d be lying if the thought of kissing the brunette didn’t sorely tempt him, but he was still sure that he shouldn’t want to do something like that. You broke up with people for a reason but…He still wanted to feel the others lips against his own, wrap his arms around Levi and just snuggle close and just stay there. He’d probably missed that the most during their time apart, the feeling of being held and waking up next to someone he cared loved.

Glancing sideways at the older boy, he simply looked at him for a moment before turning his body towards him a little bit. “Levi…” He said softly, crawling a little closer to him till he sat right in front of him on his knees. “Back a little while ago, when we accidentally kissed…why did you freak out?” He asked. “I mean was surprised, It caught me off guard but…” Michael suddenly found himself leaning forward, hand reaching out to grab onto the others arm for balance, gripping his shirt in his fingers. “I think I liked it.” He whispered leaning in the last couple inches and connecting their lips again, this time on purpose. This kiss lasted longer than a couple seconds, but wasn’t too long incase Levi didn’t want it. It was just enough for Michael to realize that there was no ‘I think I liked it’ but a full blown ‘I don’t like it, I ******** love it,’ when it came to kissing his ex. It wasn’t hard or overly soft, but just enough pressure to leave his head spinning when he pulled back, face red like a tomato. It had been sweet, and good and just how he remembered it.

No, that wasn’t out of the blue at all! He thought, scooting away from the other and looking anywhere except at Levi. “Um…I should probably go to bed, you’re probably wanting to sleep.” He muttered hastily, intent on leaving so he could wallow in the fact that he still had feelings for his ex-boyfriend. Well, at least until said ex-boyfriend grabbed his wrist and quietly asked him not to leave. The request threw him for a loop for a moment before he slowly nodded and let himself be pulled back onto the bed and onto his side next to Levi. The blush had yet to leave his face, but it was slowly fading the more he realized that the brunette didn’t want to punch him for kissing him again. I’m glad. he thought as he started to feel the warmth seeping over into him from Levi’s body, starting to lull him to sleep. I don’t think I could stand it if he pushed me away now…

OOC// ick, yucky post.
SHOCKER!

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

my name ism i c h a e l sloan m c k e n n y

shall I introduce myself?

My name is Michael Sloan McKenny, but I rather be called Michael or Sloan, please. I was born on September twenty-sixth, sixteen years ago. Of course I am a male that enjoys dating er...either one, I guess.

A little about myself.

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Hair color? Dirty Blonde
Eye color? Greyish blue
Tattoos and piercings? None
Something you don’t leave the house without? An iPod
Favorite song? Danse Macabre by Camille Saint-Saëns
Favorite book? When the Wind Blows by James Patterson
Favorite movie? The Fifth Element
Who do you live with? myself
Close friends? the rest of the guardians
Crush? Eh, none really.

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[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

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“Yeah. I think I’d like that a lot.”

Kendrew beamed at the older male and nodded, feeling like a kid who just got the okay to go to the party of the year. His plan was in motion “Alright! I have to wait till Andy gets here to take over, but we can leave-” The sound of the back door squeaking open and the sight of a woman with red hair and a low cut shirt waltz into the bar. Kendrew grinned. “We can leave now, if you’re done with your beer.” He said as he turned back to the brunette. Reaching around to untie his apron, he practically flung the apron at the woman and almost caught her in the face with it. She glowered at him. “Watch it brat, what’s got your panties in a wad?” He smirked at her when he caught her looking over his shoulder at Fallon. “Oh, nothing much. Gonna go hang out with Mister Bodacious. Have fun!” He darted around her and escaped from behind the bar and stood by Fallons side, patiently letting him finish his beer. When the other finished and paid his tab, Kendrew waved at him to follow and lead the way out of the bar. Spinning around to face the other, walking backwards down the street, he cocked his head to the side and flashed a quirky sort of smile and adopted a very posh accent.

“Now, Mr. Cooper. What sort of mischief should we get up to?”


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While they hadn’t exactly gotten into mischief, they did have some fun. Kendrew wasn’t sure when the last time he’d taken a walk with someone and enjoyed talking to them as much as he had with Fallon. The longer they were together, the more comfortable they became. Soon enough they were comfortable to hold hands and flirt. It was nice. When they arrived at his loft apartment, Kendrew thanked god he was at least a little bit a clean freak and that his space was clean. He slid his shoes of and padded over to his guest, smiling as the brunette took in the apartment and laughed. “Well it’s no penthouse, but it serves it’s purpose nicely.” He loved his loft more than anything. It was his space, and it was open and large, which was what he loved the most about it. He couldn’t stand living in one of those tiny little apartments. It made him feel claustrophobic. “And I’m glad you took my up on my offer too. I rather enjoy your company Fallon.” And he did. He wouldn’t have asked him back to his apartment if he didn’t.

A warm hand grasped his and a gentle weight settled on his shoulder, causing a smile to appear on his lips. His free hand came up and tenderly carded through the other dark hair and he gently hummed at the question. “You called out to me I suppose.” He said simply, toying with the ends of Fallons hair while he entwined their fingers together. “I talk with plenty of people about their problems, but I’ve never heard someone sound so upset at themselves for something they can’t control. someone who cared so much about their friend, a friend that doesn't even seem to realize how lucky he is.” he turned his head and gently nuzzled his nose and lips against the others cheek and ear. “You just seemed so stressed and…unhappy. I wanted to try and help you and make you happy. Or, at the very least help you relax some.” The blonde gently tugged on the others hair till he lifted his head, then cupped his face in his hands and pulled him down to plant a small kiss on his lips. He pulled back and licked his lips, smiling as he pulled the other towards the couch.

“I figured you wouldn’t find a club particularly relaxing, so I thought to myself ‘where would I be the most relaxed’ and this is where I thought of.” Kendrew could practically see the others train of thought. Really, why else would someone bring a stranger to their home? Sex. To be honest, he’d thought of the same thing and was quite alright with that if that’s where things lead. What was more relaxing than a couple rounds of good sex? At the moment, he couldn’t think of anything else. On top of that, sex was a good stress reliever, and Fallon looked like he could use something like that. Tugging the brunette to sit down, he waited until he did before straddling the others hips. “Also…” He gave a sheepish look and shrugged helplessly. “I would be lying if I didn’t find you insanely attractive. It really is unfair how good looking you are,” He said with a pout. “So you can’t really blame me if I’ve thought of you naked.”

Again with the bluntness. Oh well, it was probably better that he was being blunt. He didn’t want there to be any miss-understandings of any sort between Fallon and himself. It was better to lay everything out on the table. Reaching up to brush his blonde hair out of the way he smiled. “So. We can do whatever you want. Tonight can be your night. We can watch some movies, or we could order out and just talk about anything and everything. Or we could have some unadulterated sex. It’s whatever you want to do Fallon.” And it would. Kendrew would gladly do whatever Fallon wanted him to do. The other deserved to have a break away from all the chaos that seemed to be at home and he was more than willing to provide the older man a sanctuary of sorts.


OOC// slightly icky post o.o

[PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL]

→xoxTHE FREE-SPIRITED TWIN


•Seventeen
•Male
•Homosexual
•Male Twin - Pianist
•Whimsical
•Adventerous
•Loving
•PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL

→xoxTHE DETERMINED TWIN


•Seventeen
•Female
•Straight
•Female Twin - Dancer
•Playful
•Commonsensical
•Stubborn
•PSYCHO_CHiiNADOLL

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i'm lost in you everywhere i run,
everywhere i turn i'm finding something new.
lost in you, something i can't fight,
i cannot escape . . .
i could spend my life lost in you! lost in you!

“You’re hovering again.”

“I am not! I’m here to see if you need help!”

With a roll of his grey blue eyes, Stephan turned and shot a amusedly exasperated look over at his step-mother, Helen. The petite red-head had been fluttering around after him all day, asking him various questions about his vacation with his uncles family and if he wanted her to help him pack. It was hard to get mad at the woman, considering she was only being annoying in an attempt to be helpful, but he really wished she wouldn’t try so hard. She’d recently married his father, not two years after his mother had passed away and Stephan hadn’t exactly taken it well at the time. But he’d learned to deal with it and ignored the fact that she was only twelve years older than him, and the fact that she was trying to become his second mother. He’d already told her that she didn’t need to do all that, but she still attempted to befriend him. Attempts he thwarted by keeping their relationship simple and formal. She wanted him to call her mom, and he would call her Helen. She wanted him to come to her for advice, he didn’t talk to her about those sorts of things. A never ending cycle. His expression softened a bit when he saw the look on her face and shook his head. “Really Helen, I’m fine. Everything except these albums are packed. I’ve got it.”

If she was anyone but his step mom, he would have found the pout on her face cute. She crossed her arms and jutted out her hip, signaling that she wasn’t happy. “Well, then I guess I’ll just leave!” She turned and headed for the door. When Stephan didn’t call her back she walked back inside. “Let me help!” She demanded, sounding like a five year old around her older brother. And sometimes, that’s what Stephan felt like their relationship was. The brunette sighed and pointed to his backpack and pillow. “Alright! Can you go put those in the car?” Her eyes darted to the already full boxes with his many photo albums and extra camera equipment inside before grabbing up the other items and toddling out of the room. He almost snorted. Yeah, like he’d let his accident prone step mother near his precious photography things. He valued his photography things more than his own life.

“You could let her help more you know? She’s trying.”

Stephan looked up from setting a folder full of photos in a box to spot his dad in the doorway. He cocked an eyebrow at the male and shrugged. “I’m twenty years old, I don’t need all her help. She‘s trying too much.” He replied smoothly, closing up the box and setting another on top of it. It had probably been a bad idea to come back to his parents old house. He hadn’t been on the best terms with his father since he’d re-married, and while they had worked some things out, there was still an underlying tension between them that hadn’t faded yet. Picking up the boxes, one under each arm, he slid out of his room and past his dad and out through the front door, nearly running into Helen. She squeaked and moved out of the way, nearly slipping off the edge of their raised porch. He smiled apologetically at her and moved to put the boxes in the car and tried not to look at the house. Yeah, he should have just let his uncle just drive him to the college and picked up his truck when his parents weren‘t home. He’d left it here when he decided to go with his uncle and his family to San Francisco and Miami for the summer, figuring it would be safe there instead of at his apartment complex. He smiled just thinking about his summer vacation. He’d decided after two days of staying in San Francisco that he would live there after college. There was so much stuff there, and it was all right up his alley.

When he stood up straight, he spotted Helen and his dad standing a few feet away, obviously ready for some sappy goodbye that wouldn’t happen. Stephan smiled and gave a two fingered salute. “Thanks for watching my truck while I was gone. I appreciate it.” He dad shrugged and waved it off. “You’ll have to keep in contact with us Stephan! Let us know what’s going on at that college of yours. Who knows, maybe you’ll get your photographs put up in some huge art gallery.” Helen gushed, beaming at him. Stephan smiled and nodded, avoiding looking at his dad, who knew that any sort of contact between the two of them would be next to zero, or unless an emergency. “Well, I’m gonna get going. Thanks again,” He climbed into his truck and pretended not to hear Helen and her ‘we love you!’ as he slammed the door and started the engine. He backed out of the driveway and with a final wave to the two adults, he drove off, breathing a sigh of relief when they were both out of sight. Yeah, he’d definitely miss San Francisco in all it’s wonderful liberal-ness.

The drive to the college was uneventful for the most part, which he was thankful of. He didn’t want driving to be eventful. As he got to the college and saw the students swarming around the place outside, he was suddenly very happy about having brought his things the day before. He’d spent the whole day yesterday unpacking his stuff, including the new clothes and trinkets he’d gotten while on vacations, not to mention familiarizing himself with the campus. So he didn’t have much to worry about today. It would be a pain in the a** if he had to unload and unpack everything in this mess. He caught sight of several faeries running around and suppressed a small growl. He’d been able to see the faeries ever sense he’d turned sixteen, and he wished he didn’t all the time. Thankfully, the iron ring he kept on him all the time made sure they stayed away from him Keeping his eye on the ground and away from any obnoxious faeries, he made his way to the dorm with his backpack and boxes in his arms. Rule number three. Never stare at invisible faeries. Yes, Stephan rather liked living and being able to see, thank you very much. He moved around people standing and chatting in the hallways until he reached his dorm. Unlocking the door, he sidled inside and dumped his boxes on his already made up bed, followed by his backpack and pillow. Smiling, Stephan stretched his arms over his head and stretched out his spine, hissing softly at the small series of pops. That feels good. He thought rolling his shoulders before plopping himself down on his bed and searching for his cell phone. He’d heard it go off while he was driving. Glancing at the text, he grinned. Dalee was here already! He quickly came up with a text and sent it off.


To: Dalee
From: Stephan
My butt just so happens to have arrived, thank you very much!
I’ll find you in a bit.


With a plan now in mind, Stephan hopped up from his bed and checked himself over. He didn’t want to look unpreventable in front of his fashion forward gal pal. Hopefully his grey and blue striped shirt, frayed and distressed blue jeans, black suede ankle high sneakers and black studded wrist watch would do. Slipping his keys and phone into his pocket, he left the room and went on a search for his friends. It didn’t take him long, he managed to find both of them near one of the couches in the dormitory’s common room. And it wasn’t just them, but quite a few other people chatting and yelling excitedly with their friends, not to mention a few Faeries. He ignored them, and made a beeline for his friends grinning when he came up behind the couch and subsequently behind Dalee. He smiled up at hunter and placed a finger to his lips before suddenly wrapping his arms around the girls shoulders. “Hi Dal!” He said with a grin. “And hello to you too hunter.” he added, not wanting the boy to feel left out. Releasing Dal, Stephan hopped over the back of the couch to land next to his friend, sighing as the familiar sense of relaxation hit him. He always felt better when he was around his friends, and he’d spent months away from them. It was just nice to be near them again. “Long time no see. How was your vacations?” he asked, ignoring all the faeries and other people in the room to focus on his friends.

OOC: outfit