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Breaking and Entering

Well that had been a bust.

Lellouch didn't even know what to think about the insanity that she had just been apart of. Terms like 'Crazy', 'Nuts', or 'Insane' did not even begin to cover the sheer mass of... what ever that had been the attack against the Dark Mirror Court.

With a sigh, Lellouch jumped from a nearby roof to a fire escape on a nearby building. She winced as she touched down. Every ounce of her body hurt. The flow of blood that ran down her back slowed, it still continued to bleed. And now the skin was beginning to pull as she moved. Her muscles ached more so, no thanks in part to having her starseed grabbed, not once, but twice. First by Natron, and then by Zinkenite. Curling her fingers in the front of her fuku, she winced again as she knelt to carefully slide the old window in front of her open.

Over head, the skies protested. Warning people below about the on coming storm that had slowly crept across the skies, blanketing out what little light the stars and moon provided that wasn't immediately washed out by the cities light pollution.

The window slid open with little resistance, and Lellouch thought back on the hundreds upon thousands of times she had to tell the apartments amnesiac tenant to lock them lest she want creeps climbing through them. Or worse. Oh well. Let her learn the hard way now.

Letting her guise drop, the blonde haired teen found herself swaying slightly as she felt the full on effects of nausea brought on by the events that had transpired earlier in the night. She couldn't deal with this now though. There were things that had to be done, and she was running out of time in which to do it in if she wanted to be in and out before the said tenant returned home. Groaning in a mix of emotions, Jaysen dragged herself over to the storage closet where she began digging around for the duffle bag she had used when she brought some of her things over.

She'd start with the living room first. It's where most of her things where anyway. The teen had opted to stay and sleep on the couch so the other occupant could have space to herself in the bedroom. Tossing the bag at the foot of one of the bookcases she stared at it for a moment, going over it's contents before she slowly pulled some of the tomes from the shelves. Cary, D'Lacey, Poe, Rice. Things of that nature. Clarisse wouldn't read them anyway, she wouldn't miss them. ...Well perhaps she'd miss the ones by Cary and Rice but... Oh well. From there she moved about slowly. Soon the bottom of the bag was covered in a blend of books and loose papers, candles long since snuffed out and the occasional odd piece of jewelry.

She did however stop and crouch to check under the couch where she slept. The contraption was notorious for silently stealing ones personal belongings and managing to hide them just out of reach. Her back ached and the muscles burnt in protest of her constant shifting about as she dragged her hand along the bottom of the couch in a vain attempt to feel out anything in the thin void besides dust bunnies, and what felt like the occasional tiny arachnid running over her hand.

Gross.

However when her fingers brushed against something hard, Jaysen blinked and worked it towards the front where she was rewarded for her efforts with... a switchblade? Huh... How curious. The blonde turned it over in her hand, even opening it to inspect its condition. It couldn't be Clarisse's could it? No... That idiot girl couldn't hurt a fly. It wouldn't make sense for her to own the blade. Perhaps... Perhaps it was the apartments former tenant. Gabriel. That made more sense... Jaysen vaguely recalled hearing the brunette mutter something about a switchblade he had gotten from his boyfriend... What was his name again? Desmond? Oh well.. It didn't matter. Jaysen snapped the blade back in its case with a quiet metallic sound before tossing it in her bag. Finders keepers. If Gabriel didn't find it prudent to search for the knife in his haste to move out, then it obviously didn't mean much to him. A gift from his significant other or not. At least in Jaysen's care, the blade would now find some sort of practical use.

The next thing Jaysen collected, and what would probably be the most important thing, would be her violin. No way in hell was she leaving it here for god knows what to happen to it. Thankfully, that had it's own case to get stowed away in. Jay would never forgive herself if she let the instrument get scratched up by the various contents of the duffle bag.

Grabbing the strap, she haphazardly dragged the bag towards the back hall where the bed room waited at the end of it. There shouldn't have been too much of hers... But... Well the green haired woman had developed a knack for running off with Jaysen's jewelry and what crystal shards she had with her. That child had the weirdest fixation with things... How had she gotten herself roped into watching her again?

Oh right. She had volunteered herself. Lessons for the future one supposed. Things to never do again. Babysitting.

She blinked owlishly as she swayed in the door frame of the door. 'Keep moving' She told herself. 'Keep moving, or risk dropping here and letting that b***h get her hands on you.' Jaysen did not want that. She'd sooner go back and let Zinkenite choke her with her hair again. ...Eh, maybe she'd settle for another plunge off a building. Maybe she'd break more than an arm this time. The teen was definitely in no condition to pull some bullshit miracle like catching a window ledge a second time.

With a muffled thump Jay dropped the bag on the bed and began the slow collection of what things she cared enough to grab this trip. First things first were her grandmothers old healing crystals. Jaysen had let Clary obscond with them on the condition that she don't break them. Jay hadn't bothered to educate the girl on their meanings or what they were used for. As it was, Jaysen barely knew herself. All Clarisse saw was a pretty colored rock. Looking around, Jay saw that they were about the room in small clusters and she sighed quietly to herself. Collecting one of her shirts, Jaysen slowly began the process of placing the crystals in the center before rolling the fabric around them and tucking them into the duffle bag. She'd already given one to Bazzite, perhaps she'd give him the rest. The youma seemed to like the one he already had, what more could another dozen or so hurt. Maybe she could rig something up for him. She'd ask him later.

Random bits of jewelry once again joined the contents of the bag, along with various other nick knacks. Some of them were her's others where Clarisse', or what Clarisse considered to be hers. The gods only knew who they really belonged to at this point. There were a few other typical things that Jaysen threw into the bag as she moved around the room. A hair brush, some hair ties, random bits of makeup products, more hair ties. Typical girl things. She could easily replace them instead of taking them from Clary... But, where would the fun in that be? Trudging to the closet, Jay grabbed a handful of her clothes before moving to the dresser to dig through what she had there.

Sighing again with a small wince as she rubbed her shoulder where the gash across her back began, Jaysen cast a tired glance across the room to see what else she missed. There were still clothes of hers in the closet and the dresser that she needed to gather, as well as a few odds and ends that wouldn't be able to fit in the duffle bag. But Jaysen knew she could always get them at a later date... Some how. Perhaps she'd send a liaison. Would Clarisse shoot the messenger?

Who knew. She'd find out later now wouldn't she??

Sliding the strap over her arm, Jay let it settle in the joint of her arm before lifting it off the bed and staggering out of the bedroom. She had only taken a few steps however, before her reflection in the bathroom mirror caught her attention. Blinking slowly, she lowered her arm, letting the bag slide to the floor.

Jay stared back at herself. Bloody, sweaty, pale, covered saw dust, dirt and who the hell knew what else at this point. The seventeen year old tilted her head this way and that, just looking and taking everything in. She noted the tacky, sickly patch of orange color that covered her ear. Brushing it back, she leaned forward and inspected the bite. Hmm.. Perhaps she'd finish the job and have it go all the way through. Then her eyes flitted down to the reflection of her neck, her hand also reaching up to coil around it. Zinkenite had wrapped her hair around her throat in attempt to choke her. The hand not around her through reached over her shoulder, running her fingers through the blonde strands before pulling it over her shoulder and once again wrapping it back around her throat. Was it possible to fully choke someone with nothing more thing there hair? Hair could be so thin... so brittle at times. And yet... It could be resilent and strong.

Both of which, she was not

Jaysen... Lellouch, was very much thin and brittle. She was exactly what people had been calling her, and exactly what she had been acting like. A child. And she hadn't done a thing to change it. They were all right. Bischofite. Schörl. Zinkenite. Every damn one of them. Well no more. She would change that. Or die trying. Releasing the hold of the hair around her neck, she ran her other hand through her hair, watching as it coiled and slipped around her neck before falling over her shoulder, much like a giant serpent. Again she stared at it before turning to the hallway where her duffle bag sat. Time to test the blades worth. With a flick, the blade popped out and she returned to the bathroom mirror where Jaysen began the process of cutting off the thing that she had spent years growing. Nurturing. The very thing that had been used against her.

Her hair.

The cut work was sloppy at best, but Jaysen found she didn't mind. She let it fall to the ground with little care. Perhaps Clary wouldn't even notice it. With a final cut of the knife, Jay let what little bit she had been holding slip through her fingers and pool in the sink, bits of it hung over the edge like some sickly creeper vine. With the task at hand finished, she folding the knife once, this time however, she slid the sheathed blade into her pocket rather then carelessly tossing it into the bag. It was funny how a simple act could suddenly make you feel refreshed.

Scooping up the bag the blonde haired girl almost skipped into the kitchen where she jerked open the junk drawer where they kept all the s**t that didn't have a definite home. She needed paper, and preferably a pen but a pencil would do. A girl spread across her face when she found her materials, and slapping the pad onto the counter, Jaysen wrote a quick furious note.

I'll be back for the rest of my s**t later.

Short, sweet and to the point. Jaysen had no more to say to her anyway. Now the question was were to stick it where it wouldn't immediately get ignored. Leaning over the counter, Jaysen looked the place over before grinning.

Okay, maybe one more childish act. But after this she was done. Pulling a knife from the silverware draw, Jaysen sauntered over to the door that lead to the floor below where the book shop known as 'The Truth is Out There' resided. Placing the paper against the door, Jaysen then embedded the blade into the old wooden thing. She was careful to aim, for if she sunk the blade too high into the paper, the knife itself would be useless as an anchor and the paper would just simply float to the floor were it was sure to be missed.

With a quick second to admire her work, Jaysen plucked the keys off the table that resided next to it. There was no way in hell she was leaving Clarisse alone with her bike. Grabbing the bag, Jaysen ducked back through the window she came, choosing to leave it open. To drive that point home.

"This is why you lock windows Clarisse."

When she stepped out on to the fire escape, it was slick with water. Apparently in the time it had taken her to collect her things, the skies reinforced their protests with an outcry of a torrential downpour. Lovely. The descent down the ladder was quick and effortless despite her physical injuries. Jaysen tied the bag to the back of the motorcycle before climbing on herself and bringing it to life. She sped out of the alley with out bothering to look back.

[WC: 2260]

Not Your Average Bath Bomb - Alt Title: Things Not Sold At Lush.

Let's see... Did she have everything? Phone, keys, wallet, jacket... Check, check, check... well you get the idea. Her iPod was shoved in a pocket, earphones draped over her shoulders as it played some mindless song that she'd heard a thousand times before. She didn't bother closing her bedroom door. For what she was about to do, it was best if she kept it open. The blonde however, had moved out any and all of her things that she deemed important enough to not get contaminated. Alex had questioned it, earlier in the week but she simply told him that she was doing a bit of organizing and rearranging.

Someday he'd catch on.

Jaysen threw a glance at the closed door to the first of two spare rooms. There was no reason to open it. Iolite hadn't been in it. Nor had Alex. She had mad absolute sure of that.... so it would be fine right?

Eh. She'd take care of it later.

Walking into the living room, her head turned, glancing outside to where her dumb dog, Malkovich, was tettered to one of the massive trees in the back yard. The German Shepard-Lab Mix was barking all too happily at the rather large bird aviary which currently housed three rather annoyed looking ravens and one murderous tiny crow chick.

Pets taken care of and away from the house? Check.

Now came the fun part.

To further convince the blue haired leech that absolutely 'nothing' was amiss, she'd conned the little nut ball into helping her stow the furniture and most of the contents of the chicken into the garage so that they could 'paint'. Whatever was left, was what they either didn't care about moving, or just planned on eventually replacing. So all that was left to do was two things. The first thing was locating two of her 'live ins'

"Alex?" The teen called as she picked dug through a drawer in one of the end tables still in the room.

"Hmm? Yeah?"Came the voice, from the second spare room. One down... One to go. Jaysen's fingers closed around a canister, and she smiled.

This much fun should be illegal. ...It probably was, somewhere.

"You seen the flea bag?" She asked back, as she began shaking the canister as quietly as possible so as not to alert the other.

There was an angry yowl which was quickly followed by a sigh and a reply. "...She's in here Jaysen. Did you need one of us?"

Two for two. Awesome. Now for the second of two things.

"Nope. Was just curious if you guys were in the house is all... Heeey, I'm going out. I'll be back in... well I'll be back later, much... much later." She said as she set the canister down and set it to do it's thing.

"Kay BYE." She all but yelled, trying her best not to start laughing as she booked it out the front door, not caring for the loud slam that followed as she launched herself on to her motorcycle, scrambling to jam her keys into the ignition. It came to life with a roar and she sped down the road with a cackle.

She got exactly ten minutes away from her house before she felt her phone pocket explode into a fury of vibrations and buzzing.

She'd have some very fun texts and voice mails to go through later.

Seriously though. Someday they would both catch on. That's what that flea bag got for bringing fleas into the house.

It was up for debate though, who was the flea bag in question.

[WC: 602]
IT'S HORRIBLE BUT I DID A THING. And oh god I didn't realize their font colors were so close. Sorry. xD