Catherine turned to Seamus as he spoke, thinking. No one else lived here except her mother, and neighbors weren't usually nosy, but it was better safe than sorry. She ushered him in, nodding.
"Yeah, it's okay. Lemme just close the door... There we go. Okay, now you can take it off." She shut the door behind them, peeking out once more in case of her mothers arrival. "Uh, well, I would offer to make you something to eat, but I'm kind of a bad cook." She smiled sheepishly, leaning against the wall.
Pushing herself off, Catherine walked into the living room, motioning for the others to follow. She grabbed a large quilt from the dresser, carefully laying it down on the couch. Once she found the blanket sufficiently fluffed, she stepped back.
"Uh, so. Hi, I'm Catherine. I, uh, I can shift into a cat I guess." She fiddled with the loose seams of her jacket. She knew well enough not to invite random strangers in, nor tell them about her 'abilities', but they were different. They were like her, and for once she could talk to someone freely. She back up, sitting on the floor cross-legged. Juniper was due any minute, and Catherine wondered how she would react to strangers in her house. Jean seemed to have a place, but Catherine wondered about the other two. What was she going to do if they needed a place to stay? All she could do right now was smile and be polite.
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At least yours isn't loopy and around the bend right now. Cleaning supplies are evil.
Tiffany looked up, listening to his statements. It didn't take long for her to see through all of them, causing the demon inside to boast like a child. 'He's a liar~! Just like all the ret of them dearie. Oh, but you can see it, can't you? You can tell, he's hiding the truth. Tell him, tell them all. Show them what we can do when combined, that we aren't as weak as they presumed.' She twitched slightly, before scanning over Gabe coldly.
"Your first lie was that you said you would tell only two and one truth. You weren't born in Hoboken, wherever that happens to be in New Jersey. You didn't grow up not knowing you parents, and you most defiantly do not have over five hundred thousand dollars in that bag." All previous hesitation seemed gone, instead she pointed out his fibs as if it was nothing. Her eyes were set in a cold glare, before returning to their normal state. She had a distressed look on her face, and back up a bit.
"Um, s-sorry." Tiffany watched as Gabe began to speak with Katherine, and took another sip from her drink. That demon was really getting on her nerves, and she hated it. Hated the feeling of disgust she felt for people that tried to deceive her, and hated the fact that she knew she couldn't look at them the same again.
"Your first lie was that you said you would tell only two and one truth. You weren't born in Hoboken, wherever that happens to be in New Jersey. You didn't grow up not knowing you parents, and you most defiantly do not have over five hundred thousand dollars in that bag." All previous hesitation seemed gone, instead she pointed out his fibs as if it was nothing. Her eyes were set in a cold glare, before returning to their normal state. She had a distressed look on her face, and back up a bit.
"Um, s-sorry." Tiffany watched as Gabe began to speak with Katherine, and took another sip from her drink. That demon was really getting on her nerves, and she hated it. Hated the feeling of disgust she felt for people that tried to deceive her, and hated the fact that she knew she couldn't look at them the same again.
"Not bad, Colline. I'm impressed." Colline looked up as Claire said this, surprised. She had gotten it right. She returned Claire's smile with her own, softer version and nodded. Her gaze flicked to the water, slightly disappointed. Well, she could always swim later, there was an entire summer ahead of her.
"Well, you seem the violin type. Squash is a hard thing to judge, good curve ball there Colline. I'm starting to think you actually are a good liar." Well, she had believed herself to be a terrible liar, and her parents had always said so. Then again, her parents said a lot of things to Colline...
"But I'm going to go on a limb and say your parents are divorced. Squash is the lie. And you play the violin well because people with issues are able to express themselves well artistically. At least, it seems to be true." She pondered over what Claire had said. It was true, she did have some issues. She turned her icy blue eyes back to Claire as the woman asked for conformation, nodding slightly.
"Um, y-yes. I took violin lessons, uh, squash kind of irks me... And my parents are... separated." Her eyes flitted downwards at the last part. She wasn't actually sure why she was saying these things, but it felt good to. "Um, you, uh... d-do you want to swim anyway? I-I mean you don't have to I just, uh..." She averted her gaze again as she stuttered, feeling her face grow red. The water looked nice, and this wasn't Colline's favorite dress anyway, so she figured she might as well have some fun. Unless you could only swim if you lost. That would definitely cancel out the option of getting in the water.
"Well, you seem the violin type. Squash is a hard thing to judge, good curve ball there Colline. I'm starting to think you actually are a good liar." Well, she had believed herself to be a terrible liar, and her parents had always said so. Then again, her parents said a lot of things to Colline...
"But I'm going to go on a limb and say your parents are divorced. Squash is the lie. And you play the violin well because people with issues are able to express themselves well artistically. At least, it seems to be true." She pondered over what Claire had said. It was true, she did have some issues. She turned her icy blue eyes back to Claire as the woman asked for conformation, nodding slightly.
"Um, y-yes. I took violin lessons, uh, squash kind of irks me... And my parents are... separated." Her eyes flitted downwards at the last part. She wasn't actually sure why she was saying these things, but it felt good to. "Um, you, uh... d-do you want to swim anyway? I-I mean you don't have to I just, uh..." She averted her gaze again as she stuttered, feeling her face grow red. The water looked nice, and this wasn't Colline's favorite dress anyway, so she figured she might as well have some fun. Unless you could only swim if you lost. That would definitely cancel out the option of getting in the water.
I have been waiting for a use of this my entire life.
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Finally posted.
Is- is that a sloth?
Is- is that a sloth?
Aria clocked an eyebrow at Rucks , chuckling with a smile on her face. He seemed dazed, and didn't finish responding for a minute, causing her to tilt her head curiously.
"Either way people call me Rucks, I assume you have a name? Or were your parents really that spiteful?"
Aria pondered over what he had said. Do some people really have parents so terrible they didn't name their own children? She herself wasn't even supposed to have a name. Her name was her mother's, the only reminder she had of her. She shuddered slightly, wondering what kind of cruel name she would have been given if her father wasn't there, if it was one of the so called 'masters' who had given her a name. Would she have had to live believing that she was to be called pet for the rest of her life?
She shook the thoughts out, focussing back on the boy in front of her. He was sharply dress, and rather handsome for someone around these parts. Aria chuckled again. He had a good sense of humor, she could give him that.
"My name's Aria. That's what my pa told me." She continued down the stairs, being careful as so not to harm the boy any further than he already was. "May I ask, why you felt that jumping off the docks was a good idea? Or did you just think you were a bird, lost in flight?" She shifted, trying to make it so she wasn't pressed against her sword hilt. A blunt object jutting in her hip was not what she needed.
"Oh, Simnia, why are we headed down here?" She turned her gaze back down to the short woman, grinning. She knew nothing about these two, and she already liked them. This was going to be an interesting journey.
"Either way people call me Rucks, I assume you have a name? Or were your parents really that spiteful?"
Aria pondered over what he had said. Do some people really have parents so terrible they didn't name their own children? She herself wasn't even supposed to have a name. Her name was her mother's, the only reminder she had of her. She shuddered slightly, wondering what kind of cruel name she would have been given if her father wasn't there, if it was one of the so called 'masters' who had given her a name. Would she have had to live believing that she was to be called pet for the rest of her life?
She shook the thoughts out, focussing back on the boy in front of her. He was sharply dress, and rather handsome for someone around these parts. Aria chuckled again. He had a good sense of humor, she could give him that.
"My name's Aria. That's what my pa told me." She continued down the stairs, being careful as so not to harm the boy any further than he already was. "May I ask, why you felt that jumping off the docks was a good idea? Or did you just think you were a bird, lost in flight?" She shifted, trying to make it so she wasn't pressed against her sword hilt. A blunt object jutting in her hip was not what she needed.
"Oh, Simnia, why are we headed down here?" She turned her gaze back down to the short woman, grinning. She knew nothing about these two, and she already liked them. This was going to be an interesting journey.
A short figure walked down a sidewalk, kicking small stones and muttering. A stone bounced off the wall, rolling back to their feet. The figure cursed, lifting up a leg and crushing the stone into the sidewalk. The skin on their knuckles were broken, blood slowly dripping off.
Eve growled again and resumed walking. Today was just like every other day. She woke up, went to work, dealt with creeps, and left work. The only good thing about today was visiting Tiffany, and that was a mixed blessing. She got to see her beloved sister, but it was also a reminder that Tiffany would never walk again. Eve sighed, adjusting her fedora and shoving her hands in the pocket of the black jeans she wore. Her knuckles stung, and the blood that adorned them wasn't just hers. Another sleaze had learned not to mess with her, thats for sure.
Suddenly, she came to a stop in front of a certain shop. It was a small, brick building with a large green sign above the doorway. It boasted rows of flowers, from poppies to irises. Eve scanned over the blossoms inhaling slightly. She gave in and pushed the door open, stepping onto the cool hardwood floor. Fragrance hit her nose immediately, so sharp it made her sneeze. Looking up from behind the wooden counter, a small, short woman greeted her.
"Hello there, how can I help you?" The woman's had unruly grey hair, which was tied in a loose bun at the back of her head, stray hairs falling onto her forehead. She had a cotton button up shirt, complete with an apron covering her long skirt and a name tag, which had the name Hilda in bold letters.
Looking around, a particular bunch of flowers caught her eye. They were lilies, delicate and white with pink tints on the edges of the long petals. Eve waved the shopkeeper over, pointing to the flowers.
"Will that me all for you today miss?" The woman's voice was sickly sweet and obviously fake, and it made Eve cringe inside. She nodded, taking out the correct amount of money and slamming it on the counter. The woman flinched, smile faltering.
"Yes." She replied, tone harsh as her hands accepted the bundle of flowers. Hilda's voice was getting on her nerves, and her knuckles still stung. She had been aggressive for much less before.
Eve quickly left the shop, pushing past throngs of people on the way to the bank. She knew that there was a robbery, and also that it was obviously being handled. No way would the hang around those idiots. The last encounter with a so called hero left her with a rather bad impression of them, unless you consider causing massive damage and hurting innocents a heroic act. Five minutes later, she had arrived at the hospital. Tiffany had been admitted there the previous month for more physical treatment, and Eve had to walk across the city to get to her. The nurses were mostly kind, and more than once they could find the two sisters curled up on the hospital bed.
After walking up a flight of stairs and to the left down a hallway, her destination had been reached. Room 203, where her sister resided. Eve pushed open the white door with her foot, being careful incase Tiffany was asleep. Instead, she was sitting up, a large book on top of the blanket sprawled across her lap.
"Hey sis!" Tiffany's smile was bright, and Eve could feel the corners of her own mouth twitch at the sight. Only here, at Tiffany's side could she feel truly at home. She was wanted here, and wasn't treated like a monster. She walked towards the hospital bed, sitting on the edge of the bleached white sheets.
"Hey. Got you something" Eve replied, presenting the bouquet to the small girl. Tiffany's eyes widened, and a grin broke out across her face. She accepted the flowers, placing them on a nightstand next to her bed. Lilies had always been adored by Tiffany. Even with funds that weren't as great as one would expect for two daughters of a wealthy salesman, Eve tried her best to make the only person she honestly cared about comfortable. No one knew who they actually were, just two strange girls who came two the hospital one day, one severely injured. The doctors had pitied them, and hadn't pried into the past. Eve was thankful for that. It meant she wouldn't have to break another persons nose.
"Oh, I love them. Anyway, do ya think you could help me with this math problem?" Eve rolled her eyes, reaching over and taking the book from her hands. The two studied together, unaware of the chaos ensuing in the city.
Eve growled again and resumed walking. Today was just like every other day. She woke up, went to work, dealt with creeps, and left work. The only good thing about today was visiting Tiffany, and that was a mixed blessing. She got to see her beloved sister, but it was also a reminder that Tiffany would never walk again. Eve sighed, adjusting her fedora and shoving her hands in the pocket of the black jeans she wore. Her knuckles stung, and the blood that adorned them wasn't just hers. Another sleaze had learned not to mess with her, thats for sure.
Suddenly, she came to a stop in front of a certain shop. It was a small, brick building with a large green sign above the doorway. It boasted rows of flowers, from poppies to irises. Eve scanned over the blossoms inhaling slightly. She gave in and pushed the door open, stepping onto the cool hardwood floor. Fragrance hit her nose immediately, so sharp it made her sneeze. Looking up from behind the wooden counter, a small, short woman greeted her.
"Hello there, how can I help you?" The woman's had unruly grey hair, which was tied in a loose bun at the back of her head, stray hairs falling onto her forehead. She had a cotton button up shirt, complete with an apron covering her long skirt and a name tag, which had the name Hilda in bold letters.
Looking around, a particular bunch of flowers caught her eye. They were lilies, delicate and white with pink tints on the edges of the long petals. Eve waved the shopkeeper over, pointing to the flowers.
"Will that me all for you today miss?" The woman's voice was sickly sweet and obviously fake, and it made Eve cringe inside. She nodded, taking out the correct amount of money and slamming it on the counter. The woman flinched, smile faltering.
"Yes." She replied, tone harsh as her hands accepted the bundle of flowers. Hilda's voice was getting on her nerves, and her knuckles still stung. She had been aggressive for much less before.
Eve quickly left the shop, pushing past throngs of people on the way to the bank. She knew that there was a robbery, and also that it was obviously being handled. No way would the hang around those idiots. The last encounter with a so called hero left her with a rather bad impression of them, unless you consider causing massive damage and hurting innocents a heroic act. Five minutes later, she had arrived at the hospital. Tiffany had been admitted there the previous month for more physical treatment, and Eve had to walk across the city to get to her. The nurses were mostly kind, and more than once they could find the two sisters curled up on the hospital bed.
After walking up a flight of stairs and to the left down a hallway, her destination had been reached. Room 203, where her sister resided. Eve pushed open the white door with her foot, being careful incase Tiffany was asleep. Instead, she was sitting up, a large book on top of the blanket sprawled across her lap.
"Hey sis!" Tiffany's smile was bright, and Eve could feel the corners of her own mouth twitch at the sight. Only here, at Tiffany's side could she feel truly at home. She was wanted here, and wasn't treated like a monster. She walked towards the hospital bed, sitting on the edge of the bleached white sheets.
"Hey. Got you something" Eve replied, presenting the bouquet to the small girl. Tiffany's eyes widened, and a grin broke out across her face. She accepted the flowers, placing them on a nightstand next to her bed. Lilies had always been adored by Tiffany. Even with funds that weren't as great as one would expect for two daughters of a wealthy salesman, Eve tried her best to make the only person she honestly cared about comfortable. No one knew who they actually were, just two strange girls who came two the hospital one day, one severely injured. The doctors had pitied them, and hadn't pried into the past. Eve was thankful for that. It meant she wouldn't have to break another persons nose.
"Oh, I love them. Anyway, do ya think you could help me with this math problem?" Eve rolled her eyes, reaching over and taking the book from her hands. The two studied together, unaware of the chaos ensuing in the city.
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Ok, thanks~ Fixed up some typos and stuff. I can start writing up an introduction.
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