t h e BETWEEN ll lit - adv ll one girl one guy

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

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I'm alone in this
I'm a "as-I've-always-been"
Right behind what's happening
She's a "lost-in-this"
She's a light
She'll always be
a little far for me to reach
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Again, she fell onto her back. Her chest heaved, her lungs sucking as much air as possible. This was getting ridiculous. Marlow had not left her house that morning just to get knocked on her a** several times, most likely accumulating a ridiculous amount of bruises on her back. Sitting up in the grass, she glared at the smirking male that stood over her.

"Oh, ******** you Eli." she said, crossing her arms over her chest. Perhaps she was being a bit childish. But he was being a bit of an a*****e. Eli was always an a*****e to her. Plus, he had gotten her here with false information. That information being that she wouldn't have to be alone with him, Abbot would be around. Here being the park, a secluded area that wasn't very visable from the rest of the park. Trees and shrubery surrounded them, which was what blocked the clearing off. Hell, Marlow hadn't been extremely aware of the area until had decided that it was the best way for training. Sure, in high school she had heard of the 'secret place' in the park where couples with nowhere else to go went, but why would she make out with someone in the dirt when she had a nice comfy house and parents who were never home? Exactly.

She stood, dusting herself off. "Where the hell is Abby?" she demanded of the male. She was here because she could tolerate Eli when Abbot was around. Abbot was like the lid you put over Eli's mouth to make him stop sounding like an a*****e for ten minutes. Also, Marley just had a strange connection with him. From the second they met, that had gravitated towards each other, and just... clicked, perfectly. Eli had told her in one of his rare idiotic moments that the reason that they had found each other and fell into such a great friendship was because her party had been right before their ring of fire, and apparently right before your ring of fire is when the fay in them is screaming the most to find others like them. Marlow liked to ignore the whole 'fay in them part' and replace it with just saying they were kindered spirits.

"He'll come eventually." was all Eli said, before he prepared to send her onto her back.

Marlow took a step back, holding her hands up. "You know, hand to hand combat doesn't seem like something good faries do." she told him warily. "Plus, if I will just mace you the next time you hit me, see if I won't." she added. It was true. There was mace in her bag, and he wouldn't be the first person she had used it on without hesitation. And also, Marlow would just plain love to have a reason to mace Eli. Perhaps it would teach him to stop pressing her about things.

Eli let his hands fall to his sides. "There's no such things as 'good faries'. This isn't peter pan, and you sure as hell aren't Tinkerbell." Marlow opened her mout to object, but Eli plowed on. "Fay by heritage have no reason to be good, because good is a human concept. You are not human, and the longer you hold onto human ideas, the harder this road is going to be. Fay just are. There's no good or bad to it." now he stopped for a moment, which was all the time that Marlow needed to find a hole in his little speech.

"What about Cutters then? I thought they were changlings."

"They were once Changlings. Now they are twisted remains of themselves. Fay and Cutters are not the say. Cutters live to get rid of Fay in the pursuit of more power. Fay just live for themselves and their people. Learn it." Marlow smirked. She loved it when she could turn that tables and aggitate Eli a bit. It made her feel better about all the times she let him get to her. So with that accomplished, she fell onto her behind in the grass, looking up at Eli, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not doing anything else with you until Abbot gets here. You're only tolerable when he's around." she informed him matter-of-factly in that stubborn way she had. "So he better really be coming."

OoC ll Ehh not my best.

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

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I'm a suspect, I'm a traitor
I'm only here in body, visiting
Yellow faces and the distant screams
The beauty is in what isn't said
I'm rising to my feet
Because tonight, the world turned in me
Because right now, I don't dare to breathe
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Eli stood over the curly haired young woman, not sure how to recieve her glare. He had already thrown her onto her back four times before, it wasn't like she had any business being surprised by the move. If she couldn't hold her own ground or dodge him at this point, it was her own fault. Especially since Eli had been moving the same move over and over to knock her to the ground. Yet she was acting like it was a surprise each time.

And her reaction to the surprise? "Oh, ******** you Eli."

Typical Marlow. React with anger to anything Eli tried to teach her. He could understand it was hard for her, but really. How long could she take her frustration out on him. He was just doing his job, which was to show her all that she could do, so that when the time rolled around that her test happened, she wasn't stuck as a human. Changlings died very quickly when their tests came and went, and they didn't pass on to the world of the faries. Generally, there were only four or five years left before the shell that held their spirits and place died, once your ring was activated. And you never knew when they would decide to put you through the test.

"Where the hell is Abby?" Ah yes, Eli had told her that Abbot would be at their meeting place too. And Eli had left a message with him to come around. Never mind that he hadn't done that until he had gotten her to the park already. Who knew how long it would take for Abbot to get there. It was easier to work one on one with Marlow, as odd as that sounded, considering the distraction that Abbot was to Eli. Usually, once he showed up, Eli was more relaxed about everything, doing more verbal guiding then the hands on things, like hand to hand, which was what he was doing with Marlow at that moment.

"He'll come eventually." he told, gearing himself to flip her again, wondering if this time she would dodge him. Marlow backed away holding her hands up for him to stop.

"You know, hand to hand combat doesn't seem like something good faries do." she said. "Plus, if I will just mace you the next time you hit me, see if I won't."

Eli let his arms fall, rolling his eyes. She was on this again, and it was getting old. "There's no such things as 'good faries'. This isn't peter pan, and you sure as hell aren't Tinkerbell." Marlow opened her mouth, but Eli continued despite that. "Fay by heritage have no reason to be good, because good is a human concept. You are not human, and the longer you hold onto human ideas, the harder this road is going to be. Fay just are. There's no good or bad to it." It was an explanation he had made several times over. Mostly to Marlow. She really didn't seem to understand the whole 'you are not human' thing.

Actually, scratch that. She did understand it. She just prefered to act as if she were ignorant to all the information, because she didn't believe in 'magic'. Believe in it or not, she had it, and a lot of it at that. "What about Cutters then? I thought they were changlings."

He almost let out a noise of aggrivation. "They were once Changlings. Now they are twisted remains of themselves. Fay and Cutters are not the say. Cutters live to get rid of Fay in the pursuit of more power. Fay just live for themselves and their people. Learn it." Once, just once, he had lost his temper over the comparing Cutters to Fay thing. Now Marlow used it when she wanted to annoy him as much as he apparently annoyed her. Eli thought it was childish, yet another way to cling to human habits that so many changlings wished they could rid themselves of. Eli even had ones that he sometimes wished he didn't. His habit of looking for someone to share affection with. Usually, he was good at suppressing it. But Abbot had something very... compelling about him. Something Eli couldn't ignore, even when he tried to.

"I'm not doing anything else with you until Abbot gets here. You're only tolerable when he's around." Marlow informed him stubbornly, sitting herself on the ground. "So he better really be coming."

Eli crossed his arms over his chest. "Do you really think I'd lie about it? And spend my whole afternoon alone with you?" Marlow glared at him once more. Eli waved a hand. "Fair enough."

[Lady Turnip]

the stars lean down to kiss you, and i lie awake, i miss you

Eli wasn't lying when he said he'd called Abbot. He had called the windy haired male at about ten-thirty while he was eating his Cheerios and watching Saturday morning cartoons. He wanted him to go to some secret spot in the park to meet up with Marley and him. Well, that was something Abby certainly wasn't opposed to doing. But he also was in no rush to get there. He was going to go about his normal Saturday morning routine at the same pace he always did. Marley was just going to have to learn how to play nice. Like that was going to happen. Well, she was just going to have to deal with it because Saturday morning cartoons weren't over until eleven-thirty.

He stood up and streched out, looking at the clock. It was time to get ready to go to the park. It really didn't take Abby long to get ready at all. He didn't wear make up and he certainly didn't brush his hair often. Right after he got out of the shower but that was about it. His hair did it's own thing but that seemed to work for whatever look it was Abbot was going for. Of course, there really was no set look. He just threw on whatever looked and smelled clean, typical of a twenty-one year old male who was living alone. When Marley came over she scolded him for the messiness of the apartment but what was she going to do? Clean if for him? Abbot thought not.

The ravenette checked himself over once in the mirror before decicing that he looked fine. He grabbed his keys and started out the front door, not bothering to lock it behind him. There was nothing worth taking in the apartment. He took his wallet with him everywhere and that was the only thing he owned of any value. If someone was desprate Abbot supposed they might take his television but even that wasn't in great shape over all. It would be pretty easy to steal a nicer one too. No one in that apartment complex locked their doors.

The walk to the park was no a long one. Abbot lived only a few blocks away and once he got there he knew exactly where the secret spot was. He'd been there a few times with various boys but...never to 'train'. No, when he had been here before it had been for very different reasons.

It wasn't surprising at all to see Marley pouting and Eli just looking at her. Abbot smiled a bit and walked into the covered clearing and waving hello to the guide before skipping over to Marlow and pulling her into a tight, best friend, kind of hug. "Hello there Sexy-Lady. Have you been playing nice Darling?" He teased her with flirty words and kissed her on the cheek before pulling away and backing up, avoiding the chance of being hit. Marley loved him and Abby knew that but he also knew that being alone with Eli put her in a foul mood and he didn't want to be the one she took that out on.

With a smile on his face Abbot turned to Eli and nodded at him. The relationship they had was quite different from the one Abby and Marlow shared. It didn't really warrant a hug. That would be a little strange, especially with Marley there. Once they touched once it was like they just couldn't stop. "And you, have you been nice to my Marley? You know if you were more civil towards her sometimes then she would be nicer too."

Of course it wasn't all Eli's fault, not by a long shot. Marlow was at fault for their clashing too because she didn't even seem like she wanted to understand what was going on. She didn't want to know about what was going to happen or about Fay or Cutters or anything like that. She was just very closed minded about the whole thing but Abbot was working on her. That was all he could do really.

ooc|| eh, it's okay.

[Layleeah]

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❝I'm gonna take you out tonight, I'm gonna make you feel alright.❞

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Saturday mornings were the days for teenagers to sleep in. Well, unless you had just gotten back home at eight in the morning, shoes off and dangling at your fingertips, attempting to recall the night before. This scenario fit the case of Clementine Auden Tigge. Tiny, as her family called her (which wasn't exactly a bad nickname for a girl who was only five foot two inches tall) squinted her blue, blue eyes as she made her way across the family room, which was directly next to the large kitchen which Teresa Tigge occupied in the mornings. Tiny pressed her full, pink lips together as she made it quietly to the base of the stairs that led up to the third floor of the three story house. Clementine's mother and father slept downstairs, on the first floor, while the kitchen, family room, John Tigge's den (Tiny's father), then the third floor where Clementine, and her two brothers' rooms were. The door that led to the first floor was closed, which meant that Tiny's mother wasn't up yet, which meant a safe escape for Tiny.

The girl had been out all night with the Cutter, yet again, and she didn't remember anything of the night. She knew that she hadn't done anything with the man to ruin her relationship with the Effected. A girl's intuition, as Tiny called it, to know that she hadn't slept with the Cutter. Once the eighteen year old girl made it to the top of the staircase without making a sound, her little brother, Rory, emerged from his room standing in his threshold wearing plaid boxers and an old and very worn wife-beater. "Hey, Tiny." Rory said quietly, a smirk planted on his face. Clementine was the shortest in the family, and even her brother who was two years younger than her was taller than Tiny by about seven inches, making him about five foot nine inches tall. "Morning, Roar." Clementine replied, spreading her plush lips in a warm, and rather fake, smile. Before Tiny gave her little brother a chance to say something, the girl darted past him, and into her bedroom, hearing Rory's feet pounding down the hall behind her, gaining speed, then the door shutting in his face. Tine sighed and smiled; no interrogation from Rory, it looked. Although, Zane-Alexandre, Tine and Rory's older brother, would be a different story.

The short girl dropped her strappy heels on the floor next to her small size five feet. Tiny padded across the wooden flooring of her room, over to her bathroom where the girl got a good look of herself for the first time all night. Her hair was a nappy mess, strands sticking up, parts kinked and curled, while her face had smudges of eyeliner around her blue eyes. Tine sighed and closed her smudged eyes, still trying to remember what happened. Once Tiny's head began to throb violently, she wrenched her eyes back open, feeling tears sting them. The girl blinked a couple of times, willing the tears away as they welled uncontrollably. Tiny walked back into her bedroom, and stripped off her pink tank top and ripped jeans, standing in the middle of her room in her bra and panties. The girl walked over to her closet, and pulled out a pair of clean Victoria's Secret panties, which were blue with lighter blue polka dots and the little Victoria's Secret dog sewn in on the back. The girl walked into her bathroom, which was the colours purple, pink, and black with towels that fit the theme colours, along with her shower curtain, while her walls were black with purple sponged onto them. Tiny unsnapped her black bra, and took her panties off, then stepped into her shower, and turning on the hot water. As the hot water pelted on the short girl, she closed her eyes, and let herself feel warm for a moment, before turning off the water and tying a pink towel around herself.

Tiny dried all the water off of her skin, then put her black bra and blue panties on before walking back into her room, where her little Corgi dog, Nubert, was laying contentedly on Tiny's queen sized bed. "Morning, sweet boy." Tine said grabbing a purple tank top and a pair of medium wash skinny jeans. The girl wriggled into her very tight fitting skinny jeans, doing what her mother called the "pants dance" as Tiny jumped and wiggled into her jeans. Once her Pants Dance was over, Tiny walked over to her four year old Corgi, who waggled his little nub of a tail, seeing his owner. "Hey, bud." Tiny said, picking up Nubert who licked randomly at Tiny's face. The girl giggled as she walked out of her room, her hair still dripping slightly, and smack into Zane-Alexandre. "Morning, Tiny." Zane said, his black hair falling slightly into his bluish green eyes. Zane had lived in England three more years than Tiny, and his British accent was more pronounced than her's and Rory's. "Hey, Zane..." Tiny said, trying to step around her very tall brother. Zane caught Tiny's forearm, and pulled her back, not too gently. "I thought you said you were done partying all night." Zane said, low and serious, staring straight into his sister's eyes. "And I was telling the truth. I'm done with that s**t, Zane, so let me go." Tiny ripped her arm from her brother's grasp, and marched to the stairs, nearly tripped down the first step, before regaining her composure while Nubert squirmed uncomfortably in Tiny's arms. The girl got down stairs, and set her little dog down, then walking into the family room where the biggest television was. Rory was already lounging on the black leather sofa, one arm propped up on the back cushions. Clementine went to her favourite spot, the Ebony leather recliner, the most comfortable chair in the house.

After about two hours of watching J.D. and Turk, from Scrubs, with Rory, Clementine decided she wanted to go to McDonald's to get some breakfast. The girl stood up, her straight dark brown hair almost dry, and walked back to the stairs, trotting up them easily. Once the girl reached her door, she opened it, seeing Nubert on her bed, yet again, grabbed a black pullover sweatshirt which was much too big on her, and a pair of white flip flops. Tiny looked around her room, eyes scanning for her car keys, cell phone, and iTouch when she saw them all sitting on her computer desk, all neatly in a line. Weird, for she didn't remember setting the items down so neatly. Clementine shook her head, almost furiously, and grabbed her items, then walking at a fast pace out of her room, with Nubert following behind her at a happy trot.

The girl walked into the three car garage, seeing her maroon red 2006 IS 350 Lexus parked in the middle spot, where Tiny always parked. The eighteen year old climbed into the new smelling Lexus, opened the garage door, and cranked the engine. The Lexus purred, then backed out of the garage, and Tiny turned out of the driveway, and drove over the speed limit to McDonald's, with her music way too loud for the sunny morning.

o o c ; nehhh, i'm braindead.

[swallowspunges]

heurememberthatimewedecidedtokissanuwhereexceotthemouth?

Jimmie didn't know anything.

Overall it was a feeling she was utterly unfamiliar with, Jimmie who had mastered surveillance at the age of six, who was insufferably involved with anything even partially apt to raise curiosity, Jimmie who was Marlow's girlfriend. Or she thought she still was, in truth they hadn't spoken for a few days now, something that had become a trend between them since the mysterious cosmic event had so drastically shifted the platonic landscape of Marlow.

"Just a McFlurry."

She didn't frequent McDonald's, in fact this had been one of the first times she'd spent money on fast food in months, she'd found that a side-effect of change was change. The further Marlow got from her the further she got from Marlow, so far in fact that she'd begun traveling the opposite sides of town, the undersides and roads she'd never learned. Easier to get lost, easier to spend a little while longer to get home, she was tired of being disappointed when Marley wasn't there. She had a room in the dorms if she wanted it, she didn't know why she kept going to that apartment at all.

"No, an Oreo one please."

This was a bad sign for anyone who knew Jimmie, she only ate Oreo anything when she was depressed. After receiving the frosted and already somewhat soggy cup, and digging around in her wallet for exact change, a habit most cashiers really hated her for, she departed the store with her cell-phone in her hand and her sunglasses pulled back over her eyes. She didn't wear those ridiculous face eclipsing numbers but a simple sliver of dark glass that protected her as well as it needed to all things considering. She drove an older BMW she'd gotten from some ancient family member from somewhere in the U.S, it was nice because it was paid off but the insurance wasn't exactly phenomenal, especially considering how many times she'd crashed the thing. There were tell-tale dents over both fenders and one of the lights had been recently replaced as had the right window and windshield. She was a bit of an aggressive driver and had the scars to prove it, her neck still hurt from slamming on the brakes three days ago.

She fingered the pad of her phone, sucking down large chunks of creamed Oreo as she did so. The selector hovered hesitantly over Marlow. Grand romantic gestures being her thing she had been toying with the idea of doing something extravagant, a trip to the coast or attendance to some huge event but with her luck she'd be ditched for Abbot and Eli to do whatever strange things they'd been doing lately. There wasn't any winning anymore.

The driver's side door took a little bit of persuading to wrestle open but eventually gave in to her anger. That was the other thing, she'd been more angry lately, putting more force into things, closing doors harder, movements were sudden and unpredictable. Her internal balance was atrociously upset.
She turned on the air-conditioning, it wasn't too hot out but she liked her driving conditions to be Arctic, some of her friends even kept sweatshirts in her trunk for the longer trips, today however that space was occupied by a collection of large canvases and a box of new paints.
As far as grand gestures go it wasn't a particularly fantastic one but her budget wasn't exactly limitless, so no plane tickets to foreign countries, at least she couldn't be ditched on this one.

The plan was to leave the stuff in the apartment for Marley's discovery, it was the way she had delivered gifts since they had begun their relationship, whether she had a key or not she could get in and leave a present. It was a desperate ploy to attempt the normalcy they'd lost in the past weeks but she was tired of watching things dust and die.

She hated being the one that didn't do anything about it.

heurememberthattimethatmufavoritecolorswasoinkandoreen?

jimmie miles