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𝕾ɢт.𝕮нα∂ 𝕸ι¢нαєℓ 𝕭υяиℓєу

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"ѕнσω мє ωнαт ιт'ѕ ℓιкє.....

☆"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred." Chad counted to himself out loud as he was bench pressing the equivalence of his weight. Raising up coated with drenching sweat, he grabbed a nearby rag and dried off his face. His spotter had already walked away before Chad even had the chance to thank him for his help. Drinking half his bottle of Gatorade, Chad got up and walked over to the locker room to change out of his gym clothes. None of the other guys in the room looked at him as he changed, since the people of the gym didn't really like Chad. At least the guys anyway. He always stole their thunder while they were trying to impress girls, even though he really didn't try to. Chad couldn't help it the ladies loved his army physique.

☆After changing out of his sweaty clothes he walked out of the gym into the warm summer air. Despite being at the gym for a good while, it was still morning time. The heat felt wonderful across his darkly tanned skin, and he began striding away from the gym along the sidewalk to his little apartment he'd started renting about a year ago when he'd met her. She had been his only reason for moving here, leaving his mother all alone in that big empty house. When they'd broken up he never did feel the desire to move back home, so he just stayed here in this little town he'd come to call home. It wasn't much, but a year ago it was everything to him.

☆Once reaching his apartment he threw his bag of clothes onto the bed and changed into his swimming trunks. Like every day, he went to the ocean to jog up and down the beach, then swim in the ocean. Even though he was on leave for the summer, he still needed to keep up with his training and stay fit. The ocean had become something dear to him, since Noah and he had spent a lot of times going there. It was her favorite place, and so had become his. It was his way of feeling close to the woman, no, girl he loved. Since they couldn't be together physically.

☆Upon reaching the ocean he started his jogging up and down the coastline, inhaling the salty air that permeated all near the sea. Despite the rocky coast of California, he always ran barefoot. His feet had become callused and rough over the years of training, and with each step he became tougher. Back and forth on his neck swung his dog tags that he wore at all times. They'd been a gift from his beloved mother when he'd joined the army. It was just her own little way of accepting his decision to put his life on the line for their country. Engraved on them were his name and rank in the army. In his pocket he carried his knife, something he always carried around with him no matter what. As he jogged up along the coast, the dragon tattoo on his left arm was twitching. It was as if the dragon was angry and itching for a fight.

.....тσ ∂rєαм ιη вℓαcк αη∂ ωнιтє."

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𝕴єяєму 𝕽ι¢нαя∂ 𝕬∂αмѕ

“ℓυѕҭ ιѕ ҭнє ¢яανιηg ƒσя ѕαℓҭ σƒ α мαη ωнσ ιѕ ∂уιηg σƒ ҭнιяѕҭ”

Jeremy got out of his car and gave Haley a strong and firm hug in return. When she looped her arms around his waist and began walking both him and Harri over to Alex, the more lonesome kid in their group. It seemed the only person he ever got along with was Jace, which surprised him more than anything. He didn't question it though. As they walked over, Jeremy leaned over a placed a kiss on the top of Haley's head. "Ah, anything sounds good to me today. Last night was so amazing, I'm still on a high from it. I finally convinced the Anderson twins to hook up with me." He said with a wink as they continued over to halt in front of Alex.

He looked down at Alex and threw up the hand that wasn't currently on Haley's shoulder. "Morning man, how's it holding up?" Not that Jeremy really cared, but he felt the need to speak to him at least. Jeremy didn't like looking like a complete a**, when really was a kind guy. He just couldn't stop trying to peek up girls skirts, or grabbing their asses every now and then. Then he chuckled, remembering what Harri had said previously in his car. "Like I said Harri, it's a little sickening at times. Who was to figure their little group would mesh with ours? They're water, and we're oil. It just don't seem right you know?" He asked her above Haley's head.

As he was looking around, curious to who was lurking, he saw Sophie walking in the parking lot. When she looked over at him briefly, he smirked and gave her a wink, knowing instantly she'd be repulsed. He couldn't understand what her problem was. What was wrong with a little flirtation? She acts as if he's a complete scum bag, and it's a little unnerving at times. Jeremy watched her go over to that girl Lyssa and sneered. He wasn't the most fond of her, though he did like her better than a certain male. Of course he did, he was Jeremy Adams. Women were women, and he'd love 'em no matter what.

When Jeremy turned his head back around, Jeremy saw the very girl he'd been looking at earlier fall flat on her face at their feet. He could sense Harri's unease that far away, and he looked down at her for a moment. "You okay girlie?" He asked starting to lean down to offer her a hand up. Then Lyssa came over and opened her big trap. His disgusted face returned, wishing she'd just get the ******** away from all of them and go back to the east coast and stay there. Better yet, they got to go back instead. He watched her walk away, and couldn't stand not saying nothing for much longer. "I don't know who the Hell pissed in your corn flakes this morning, but there's no reason to act so damn bitchy." He spoke shaking his head as he turned back around to face his group, not wanting to look at them anymore. Even though Sophie was over there. How does she stand that complete b***h? Even I wouldn't screw her.

When that thought was completed, he saw one of his least liked friends come up behind Harri and wrap his arms around her. Jace Dayne. He was such a cocky a** b*****d, it was quite annoying at times. Him and Harri were a good match actually, neither one could shut up. Still though, he'd always take the chicks side. She deserved better than his treatment, since he couldn't even get up early enough to take his own girlfriend to school. How can someone be so shallow? "It's about time your showing up Jace. Where were you this morning? I had to take your beloved girlfriend here to school myself, since she didn't have a car of any kind to get her here." The frustration was obvious in his tone. He'd give Harri as many lifts as she needed, that wasn't the point. That point was that Jace here was a shitty boyfriend. It's quite sad when a player thinks his friend is a bad boyfriend.

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α∂αм αsмσ∂єσυs вυякє

“ℓυѕҭ ιѕ ҭнє ¢яανιηg ƒσя ѕαℓҭ σƒ α мαη ωнσ ιѕ ∂уιηg σƒ ҭнιяѕҭ”

As he hunkered down in solitude, trying to bare the cold stinging at his skin, Adam reached up a quick hand to his ear and scratched at the itchy flesh. He wasn't much for catching up on the latest human lingo and superstition before he came to Earth. So he didn't interpret the itchy ear as either. Whether or not it was truly a coincidence, well that was left up to your beliefs and such. Then again, is it really that important? He felt the presences of more Princes of Hell arriving. Satan, the type who's ready to tear heads off, was not who Adam was looking forward to conversing with tonight. Possibly he'd ignore him, but then again he might think he was looking at him funny and confront him about it. Also possible he'd be mad because he'd ignored him. What was a Demon to do?

As each second passed he grew more and more lonesome in his solitude. Everyone else around him was having fun, why not him? Oh that's right, he's on a mission since God's too lazy to do it himself, and the Devil was ensnared for eternity waste deep in ice. Which one has the better excuse now? At first he was excited to perform his evil and demonic duties, but now he just wanted to go home. Get a couple hot dates for the evening and call it a century. But no, he was the hound of the supreme beings, getting his hands dirty when they decided to keep their own clean. How ever so delightful.

The other Demon to appear was Lucifer, or Lucy as she was referred to in conversation when not in his presence. If you think Asmodeous was a cocky being, wait till you meet the living breathing narcissist. His clothes were no comparison to the clearly begging for attention garb she was wearing tonight. He wanted attention to find a possible escort or three for the night. She on the other hand, just enthralled in being a complete attention whore. Adam wasn't the only whore around here, despite how the others saw it.

"All right ladies and gents, enough of these techno beats. How about some real jams?" Spoke an underdeveloped male over a voice amplifying device. Damn, that's one way to get yourself noticed. The guy was a little pip squeak, but when he did a check of his sexual history, Asmodeous was bamboozled. This man, who made himself known as Josh-o, had three girlfriends unaware of the other, hadn't had a serious relationship since his tweens, and enjoyed gay porn in his alone time. Of course, that detail was his more hidden one. Adam was impressed, and felt like he could really let loose with this guy. Yet, no dice. This was not his mortal. He silently cursed his overlord.

As if this wasn't enough, Mr. Josh-o was making his way over to Adam, carrying with him his amplifying device and a crew of a few other mortals. To him, they seemed quite inferior. "I think we got a live one over here guys!" What? Well of course he was alive, but then again so was everyone here at this party. Perhaps it was more mortal lingo he just didn't understand. Still, the high pitched, bronze haired male was approaching him from behind, looking wild eyed. Was he on some sort of drug? That wasn't his territory, so really he couldn't tell. Adam turned to look at the guy with an eyebrow raised and a look of contempt. He didn't have the best feeling about this.

"Your in luck dude, you're the first chosen for tonight's karaoke. Your the only guy in the party not partying, it's a major bummer dude." The guy talked so quick, he only caught a few words like "dude" and "karaoke." Wait, what was a dude or a karaoke? His face held a puzzled expression, and he stared like a deer in headlights? "Yeah, not for me, uhm, dude." He hoped that was in the right context. "I don't do the karaoke, or even know what the Hell that is." As he was speaking the Josh-o was putting the amplifier closer to his mouth, and his voice boomed from the black boxes several feet away. He liked that, he liked that a lot.

The mortals all around began to boo, and several girls gave him puppy dog eyes and puckered their lower lips. Wait, did people find potential bed partners whilst doing the karaoke? If so, then sign him up! "You can't deny the crowd dude, they're begging for it!" Oh Hell, he never wanted to disappoint. Actually, he'd never been known to disappoint. Adam stood up proud and straightened out his slightly stained jacket. He was planning to shed it during the karaoke ritual thing, whatever it was. It would make him all the more appealing. The chills could go ******** themselves. "All right, dude. Take me to this karaoke." The young male grinned wildly like a mad man. "Now that is what I'm talking about man! Come on this way to the stage."

Wait, stage, was this like some sort of drama or theatrical performance? He wasn't exactly sure how this would blow over. But if he could possibly find some hotties for the evening, well then it would be worth it. Adam followed the Josh-o to the raised up platform and walked up it as gracefully as a feline. All eyes were on him now. Josh-o handed him the amplifier, and walked off stage to leave him alone. Well actually not alone, there were three other males there as well. Two holding long devices strapped to their bodies, and one sitting behind many metallic circles. Oh s**t, what had he got himself into?

The men all around him began doing things to these devices, the one behind him hitting the circles with sticks to give a steady beat, the other two plucking and running their fingers over the strings strung vertically along the man made device. Another man not on stage was behind a big square, metal tablet thing. Hundreds of switches and levers covered it, and to his left was something he didn't quite recognize. It was covered in black and white rectangles. Over the man's ears was this large black device, perhaps something to protect his ears. With each of these men moving their hands over the devices, it provided a steady rhythm he could feel reverberating throughout his entire body.

Adam's hips began to gyrate left and right to the beat, and almost stopped out of feeling foolish until he heard the squeals of over excited females. Did they like this? Was this part of the karaoke? He continued to move his hips around, going back and forwards in a long hard thrust of his pelvis. The crowd was already mad, and it wasn't even started yet. "Great dude, now you're getting into it. We're gonna put the lyrics up on the screen, so just sing them to the music!" Wait, he was going to be singing? Oh s**t, he was in deep s**t. But it was inescapable, he was driving the crowd mad. The words scrolled on screen and he looked at them with confused eyes. This was way better than the hyms in Heaven! "Uh, there he goes my baby walks so slow. Sexual?" He was reading the words off as if reading a story, the crowd was disappointed and began yelling at him. Well what did they want him to do?

"Come on dude, feel it in your soul! Let the music take you for the ride of your life." He laughed nervously, souls were required? Well, he did have one. It's just it was pitch black. Oh well, here it goes. When he finally let himself go to the music, it literally took him for the ride of his immortal life. Safe to say, he loved it! The music was kickin', and he had to admit, it felt so right. So right, he forgot to even take his jacket off. Adam was into it, he began teasing the crowd, continuing to grind and thrust the invisible body before him. Even at one point, the guitarist and him were back to back until he pushed him of himself. Everything was so hot, and the crowd was wild for Adam Asmodeous Burke. Maybe this was the empty hole in his life, and he'd finally filled the void with karaoke.


((OOC: Watch the video for a very nice visual of how he moved and how he sang the words after his timid beginning.))

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“ωнєи тнє ρσωєr σғ ℓσvє σvєяcσмєs тнє ℓσvє of ρσωєr, тнє ωσяℓd ωiℓℓ киσω ρєacє.”

"Thirty minute break everybody!"

Adam Nicolas Burke yelled between his cupped hands over his mouth, acting as the megaphone the director would carry around to magnify his annoying, pompous voice. Adam, the drum major, didn't have that technological privilege. Thankfully, his booming voice had quite a bit of experience under its belt. He'd served as drum major for a long time, both in high school and in college. His outfit resembled that of any other average college student, but you wouldn't expect of someone at afternoon practices. Adam Burke was a man of taste, he didn't go anywhere or do anything without being dressed fabulously. Though, what he was wearing now was considered pretty mild by his typical standards, it was certainly much more classy then what all the other marchers on the field were wearing. He pitied them, he certainly did. Adam had once upon a time been in their shoes, since your first year you're never gonna get drum major. Luckily for him, that drum major was total suckage when it came time for auditions. Safe to say, he nailed it.

Thirty minutes is a pretty long break isn't it? Well, they had been going a straight hour working on the entire twenty or so minute show. It was sloppy in places, and being a bit O.C.D. he just had to work out all those little errors. Still, it was a long break, but since Mr. Pompous a** wasn't here Adam was in charge and Bellatrix was his second in command. Which is typically what he was referred to by the director multiple times. He hated being a subordinate to such a hot headed idiot. This guy, the director, was fresh out of college and making his way straight to the big dogs of a college level band. Yeah, already you think he's a big idiot, but that's just the beginning.

He's also in a relationship with a student, a band member in fact. Of course it was under wraps, who would leave something like that out in the open? Adam was second in command of the band, he knew everything about everything. But enough about all that, he didn't want to think anymore about that b*****d and his whore. He swiped a quick hand through his thick black mane atop his head. His hair had been spiked that morning, but after all the sweating he'd done it now drooped on the top and lost its edge. Adam made a brief frown, but let it go. He could repair the damage when he got to his apartment tonight before he went out.

Carefully climbing down the podium where he stood, he was planted back on the ground after stepping down five rungs. Once his feet touched down on the dry grass and sunbaked earth, he slipped them into his flips flops and watched as everyone on the field made their slow path over to the multiple containers of water lined along the field on about eight tables. The band was a couple hundred strong, so it took some time for each person to sufficiently fill their bottles. A lot of them gave up and decided to wait until the traffic died down. It was a thirty minute break after. Since they had their own practice field separate from the stadium, years ago trees had been planted a ways off the side lines for shade trees. They were the favorite hotspot for all the over heated marchers.

Carrying with him a flip folder containing the music the band played, he began conducting with only one hand. Before hand he had taken a sip from his off limits water bottle from behind his podium. The last person that had touched that water of his had gotten his a** kicked by Adam. He may be the drum major, a bisexual, and a fashion deviant, but all be damned if he doesn't assert his authority when necessary. Not to say he was the toughest guy around, but when you've put your filthy germs on his bottle of precious bottle of water, well you're just asking for it. Truth be told, he was waiting for the director to make that fatal mistake one day.

Ahead of most of the others who were getting water, Adam walked to his favorite shade tree. He never sat down on the ground, no that would only stain his clothes. This tree was his favorite, because of noticeably low branch that hooked slightly upwards at about eye level. Adam typically put his flip folder here so he could practice conducting with both hands without having to ask an idiot to hold it for him. The nerve of such an idea!

Ignoring all the sounds around him, from the random studious musician who practiced during breaks, to the clanking of flags and rifles thrown upon the ground, he blocked it all out. His mind was focused as he monitored his form and added his own little exaggeration to the crescendos. If a crescendo wasn't exaggerated, they were just plain boring. They sounded as if maybe a dozen or so players just received their second wind and decided to increase their volume while the rest of the band remained at the same level. It was piss poor and left the audience bored. Isn't that what being in marching band was all about, entertaining the crowd?

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“ωнєи тнє ρσωєr σғ ℓσvє σvєяcσмєs тнє ℓσvє of ρσωєr, тнє ωσяℓd ωiℓℓ киσω ρєacє.”

Adam was so much in his own little world, he didn't even notice the presence of his best friend, second-in-command, and one of the only people he could tolerate being near. Much less speaking to. His peripherals had turned black as he focused on the piece of music and the imperative time changes within the music. If he didn't completely concentrate like this, his mind would scamper off to other thoughts. Some quite benign, like if he was still smiling while he was conducting, but others could be disastrous if he didn't watch himself. Such as, trying to remember what he planned to do that evening, or where he left his car keys. Once at a competition, he'd gotten distracted like that and cut off the song an entire measure too late. The drum major award was not a superior like he was used to, and he started this dutiful session during every break.

Finally he finished, and he sighed as he unclenched his fists from the cut off. Immediately the sounds flooded his ear drums and his teeth gritted together as he heard the yelling of a drill sergeant wannabe counting off numbers, along with the strained groans of overheated musicians. They had been going a straight hour, and finally they get a break and that a** has to keep going. Adam, very annoyed, turned about and flashed his eyes open.

"The point of a break is to rest, not keep going! And you have to do them with them, not prop your feet on them. Or have you forgotten that rule?" He yelled in frustration. Adam didn't know if the director would have stopped something like that, but he damn well was going to.

He'd been a marcher once upon a time, he knew that it was a lot of hard work to push all that air into an instrument and roll your feet. Things could be worse, at his high school the mark time was up to ones knees. At least here it was just to the ankles. His palm reached his forehead in frustration, and when he turned back around was when he caught blinding color of Bella's dyed hair. His expression warmed as he gave a gentle smile to her. Adam put his left arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. He was an affectionate person to anybody he cared about, and all of his close friends knew he was like this. It wasn't shocking for him to be seen kissing and hugging her.

"I tell ya Trix, they just let any hobo off the street into the band. Are half of them even go to school here?" He chuckled mildly. She was probably the only person he'd ever share a drink or food with, because he knew she was a prim and very clean individual. Despite having been out here in the out sun, she didn't reek of sweat and foul odors. If Adam smelt bad, no one could tell since his over priced cologne covered everything up. But you could always smell him coming a good distance away.

In his pocket his phone started to vibrate. It only shook his leg three times, signifying that he had received only a single text message. Typically, he was a lot more popular than that, but that was usually when he wasn't at practice or at school. Most knew not to bother him at practice, but yet this one always did. Upon opening it, he saw it was at text from Mama B. She was his more feminine mother, while Mama K. was more masculine and played a sort of fatherly role in his life. When asked who he was talking to, Mama B. was his mother, and Mama K. was his dad. He'd lived that way for eleven years now.

Yes, he kept this secret under wraps. Why? Because when it did get let out in his first high school, people always picked on him and his mothers about it. They had to move just because of it, and he kept it a secret ever since. Adam was more open with his bisexuality in college, but the scars of his past kept him revealing his parents situation. When ever they both came to see him or a game, Mama B., Betty, was his mother while Mama K., Kelly, was his mother's friend. When people asked about his dad, he just told them he lived too far a distance, in Oklahoma actually. That was where his biological family lived, but he never liked to think about them for very long. Flipping open his Sidekick, he typed her up a quick reply for her invitation to go out drinking that night.


To: Mama B.
From: Adam

I'm gonna be singing at the Last Chance tonight, so come see me then.
Love you<3


When he closed his phone and re pocketed it, a wicked idea hit him and he squeezed Bella's shoulders a little. She was either gonna love it, or hate it. "Hey Bells, you should totally go bar hopping with me tonight, do a little karaoke too. Please?" He looked at her with puppy dog eyes, ones that could hardly be resisted. Adam hadn't even told her about his parents, so she was under the same impression everyone else was. That it was his mother and her friend, instead of being both of his parents.

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"ѕнσω мє ωнαт ιт'ѕ ℓιкє.....

☪"And on my word, you start shooting until there ain't nothing left moving. Got that?" The insubordinate nodded, and after making sure his gun was armed he sautered off to a secluded area in the alleys of the abandoned part of the city. New York was a dangerous place, and if you didn't have back up to keep you alive, you were pretty much dead meat. If anybody knew this well, it would be drug lord Gabriel Castro. He had people under him from New York, all the way to Brazil. His control stretched over an entire hemisphere, and opponents were only brief problems in his life.

This occasion in fact, was him ridding himself of a rising threat. As a drug lord, Gabriel's livelihood depended on the smuggling of his goods to the good ol' New England area to be sold to the pathetic low lifes that infested the streets. This threat had been stealing his supply, and even killing some of his underlings. Not that he cared for their lives, but they belonged to him. No one takes Gabriel's things and lives to tell the tale. This planned attack had been arranged when Gabriel posed as a potential customer who was purchasing a very high amount of his supply. He also told him he wanted to see the leader himself to arrange very particular deal, one so secretive he didn't want the message to be carried by word of mouth for fear of being betrayed or the information being tampered with and turned to something else. Little did the rising big wig know, it was a planned ambush. One that would end the threat rising up on his turf.

Gabriel stood in the middle of the alleyway, acting as if he were only waiting for a very important meeting or a special someone to wander by. However, his intentions were much more deviant than that. The clicking of a cocked gun could be heard, and he assumed that the rival leader was approaching in the distance around the corner. Probably surrounded by personal security for his own protection. Too bad it would do little good to protect his life.

Gabriel himself was dressed casually, in a black t-shirt, dusted jeans, sneakers, and a dark trench coat surrounding his body to protect him from the light chill in the air. With each impatient breath it fogged in front of his eyes before floating away upward. He could really go for a smoke right now. While distracted in his thoughts, four sets of footsteps could be heard treading across the asphalt. He readied his stoic expression, and pretended to appear like a common customer. He was far from it.

The richly clad rival stopped before him, smiling his crooked, gap toothed smile at him as he flaunted his status before his eyes. It disgusted Gabriel to see a man so vain, and what regret there was in his mind for taking this life was wiped away in that single moment. The man puffed a long stream of smoke from his cigar, before chuckling at Gabriel. "So, Mr. Hernandez, what is this proposition you have to offer me? I am a busy man, you're lucky I gave you the time to see you personally." Gabriel doubted that was true, but he stuck his hand out to shake nonetheless. "Yes, I'm interested in making a business deal with you. I myself am a man of business, and hope to make this quick." And so they carried on minor conversation, discussing different aspects of this "deal" that he was offering the man. The rival, Mr. Charles, seemed generally pleased with the fake deal. So much in fact, he was flashing his horrendous grin all at Gabriel.

"I like you Hernanadez, and your ideas. How would you like to become my associate?" Gabriel pretended to ponder this for a brief moment before replying. "I'll have to think on it Mr. Charles. I look forward to our future as business partners goes." That was all that was said, and the group turned about and headed off. They were in a more relaxed state, actually letting down their guard down to a point of it being noticeable. This was the time, and he gave the single. Gabriel turned around, and snapped his fingers three times before giving a whistle. This caused all hell to break loose.

Behind him, gun fire from about ten buildings could be heard smashing windows and peppering cars with bullets. He could hear the yells of Mr. Charles and his gang as they were shot down in cold blood. When Gabriel looked back he could see the limp corpses laying on the semi-empty street of New York. Many other bystanders were shot in the process, and some escaped away from the scene of the crime. The shooting wasn't stopping until his orders were fulfilled. Until nothing left was moving.


.....тσ ∂rєαм ιη bℓαcк αη∂ ωнιтє."

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Adeline Marie Boucher, or Addie as she much preferred to be called, stood within her apartment in Windsor, England, a small town outside of London. She was debating with herself on whether or not to go outside today and do her daily routine, or stay inside and work on one of her art projects. When she had risen from her sleep that morning something told her that today would be a day something big would happen. That big thing, she didn't know whether it be good or bad, she just knew that today was a day for change. Addie was dressed in a simple white tank top, black cargo shorts, and black converse boots. On her fingers were a multitude of rings, on her neck dangled chains holding a variety of charms she held dearly, and in her ears were several sporadic piercings. She had a couple studs on each lobe and an industrial in the tops of each ear.

It is true she dresses strangely, but it's an act of freedom on her part. For years Adeline has been trapped by the scars of her past among other things that seize her mind without mercy. The beginning of her life wasn't so bad, back when she lived in France until she was eight, but when she and her parents moved to Windsor, that was when it all went down hill. From her very first day in school at age eight her life was miserable. All of the kids picked on her and none of the teachers helped her through school. Her entire school life she was the one girl nobody liked just because she was different. It wasn't so much they way she dressed, her French accent, or even her personality. It was the fact that she declared her self to be able to see spirits, and to this day she will still see, hear, and sense the presence of the other worldly.

So instead of having human friends throughout childhood, she would talk to what appeared to be inanimate objects, but were actually spirits of the deceased. Without them, she would have probably not survived in her loneliness. Then again, that was the main reason she didn't have a single living friend to call upon. This was how she had lived her life for several years, in sad peace that she learned to deal with. All up until she was of the age of seventeen and walking home from her first day at her new job at a thrift store. It was nighttime, and she was utterly alone physically and spiritually. A man had offered to help her find her way home, since she was new to that part of town and wasn't sure how to get home from where she was at night. Adeline, up until this point in her life, had always seen a bit of light in every person, that they weren't all bad. That changed when she got into his car with him.

He had raped her and stolen all the possessions off of her body. Including a ring her aunt had given her when she left Paris to come to Windsor. After he'd dumped her off in an alley, she relied on her own will to take her home in the wee hours of the night. Her parents never questioned her, and she never opened up to them about it. The only ones she ever told were a few spirits that she communed with in dire times such as those. Since their presence was otherworldly they provided no physical comfort from the trauma and she did her best to cover up that part of her past.

Today, she is seemingly healthy twenty-three old female who lives on her own in an apartment that also serves as her art studio, living alone with no one but her cat Jasmine. She never had any schooling, and Addie simply made money from selling her art work to the general public twice a month. Sometimes she struggled to get by, others she spoiled herself with all the things she bought. Addie now only drives a car when she goes places at night, but in the day time she still walks around and sketches in her notepad. If something was really worthwhile she'd come back and maybe bring a canvas to paint a portrait out of it, or make a larger sketch to color in later with pastels. This is how she has lived since graduating from school five years ago, living in the same apartment all that time. Her parents had already moved into the larger city of London, but she decided to remain within Windsor for it's artistic beauty. At least that's what she told them.

To tell the truth, she is deathly frightened of large cities, since she had been close to downtown during her attack. Since no one but her and the spiritual knew about that incident in her life, she could only lie to them.

Despite what her ethereal senses told her, she decided to step out anyway and continue her daily routine. After checking that Jasmine's food and water bowls were fresh and full, she patted the feline atop the head before stepping out and locking her room. Her floor was the third floor, so after a quick few minutes of walking she was down the steps and out the door. Today she was going to a different area of town that she hadn't visited in some time, a lot fitting in with her feeling of impending change into her life. Whether it be dramatic or minor, like a stubbed toe or something.

Addie walked into a neighborhood that she knew housed many happy families. Families that probably all told their children to never speak to her because she was some sort of monster that would eat them. Or some stupid fairytale like that. Looking to one front lawn area, she saw a natural scene that caught her eye. Upon close approach, she saw it was two little jays roosted together in a nest. Right there and then, since the tree was so low, she plopped her behind onto the sidewalk in front of the home and started sketching the scene of the two loved birds. Within a fanny pack she carried around her waste she started getting out her art supplies: pencils, erasers, crayons, and a tiny pair of binoculars. Addie sat cross legged on the side walk, peering through the lenses periodically and scratching a few lines on the notepad. People in their homes gawked at her from the windows, but she didn't care. Not anymore anyway.


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