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Billie_blujean · by **Billie_blujean** on Fri Sep 19, 2008 8:35 pm

"Here's how it works, children. In ancient times, human beings were hunted by unbelievable predators. These predators were capable of taking the form of humans' worst nightmares (often things like large black cats, spiders, etc. These guys are called darklings. There are also "lesser" darklings called slithers. They usually take the form of snakes, bats, etc.

As mankind grew and developed strength (both in numbers and in intelligence), they eventually began to find ways to protect themselves from darklings. When the hunted became the hunter, the darklings formed some kind of pact that caused their world to exist for only one hour a day, squeezed into an instant - the moment the clock strikes twelve.

In this instant, everything (and I mean everything) freezes. Cars stop working, people are frozen in time and space, all power turns off. For the space of 60 minutes. And in those 60 minutes, the darklings are free to hunt. Now there are some forms of protection against such beings. The chances of them entering your home and killing you are slim to none. But if you're walking down the street when the clock strikes twelve? Well, then, someone may one day find what's left of your body - if there is anything less.

Humankind's only protection against these predators? The Midnighters. And if you listen closely, I will tell you one of their legends. So sit back, relax (unless it's near midnight now, in which case run and hide), and you will learn."

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AliceInWonderland · by **AliceInWonderland** on Fri Sep 19, 2008 9:39 pm

Joel and Kylie sat in the lobby of the airport. Their luggage was stacked high on the wheeled flatbeads as they awaited their mother’s arrival to pick them up. The twins were on spring break and had decided to spend the entire week with their mother whom they hadn’t seen in months. Long story short, she had dumped the twins at her parent’s house so she could move to New York and chase her dream of becoming a fashion designer. Before long, Alexis Banks dropped that idea and received her degree to become a pharmacists in the following six years. She was now opening up her second pharmacy with the help of her fiancé.

And that’s what had brought the two seniors of Crenshaw High to Washington D.C. Unlike most twins, the two were as close to being the exact same age as physically possible. Their mother had mentioned it as a priority right before going into the OR to have her mandatory C-section. The two squirming newborns were pulled out exactly at 12 am. Though as children, the two looked just alike, except Kylie’s hair was allowed to grow longer since she was a girl, they had come a long way in their 18 years of life.

Joel was now tall and slender, with an olive brown skin tone and dull brown eyes to match his unlively appearance. He kept his dark brown hair short enough to make his Marine recruiter happy along with a daily clean shave. He wore a plain button-down white shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His plain black slacks were starched, creased and hemmed perfectly to fall at the toe of his black shoes that also matched his leather belt.

Kylie on the other hand was short with a muscular build. She had allowed her dark curly brown hair to go wild on the plane trip. It was parted along the side yet refused to lay down along her face; instead, it shot out at the part at different angles in soft curls, giving her a hippie look. She had been light with the make-up that morning though she currently sat applying a coat of fruit-flavored lip gloss. Very little blush highlighted her full checks and no cover-up or enhancer graced the rest of her delicate features. Her dark brown eyes and her eyebrows were covered in her expensive, fashion conscious, red sunglasses. She also wore a plain white tank top, dark skinny jeans accompanied by red sneakers and a matching scarf that served no purpose other then fashion. Like most girls from big cities such as LA, her fashion influence came from the skinny girls she saw in magazines and the local college kids.

“Check your phone again, I’m tired of waiting for Alex,” Kylie interrupted their silence like knife. “My hair is a mess and I’m tired of sitting in this damned airport!” She was getting impatient and felt that her brother should know. She crossed her arms over her chest with a frustrated huff.

“You look fine,” he smiled at her as he pulled out his cell phone. “She wants us to catch a cab…” he handed Kylie the cell phone with the rest of the directions that their mother had sent to them in a text message. She must have sent it while they were on the plane because the phone hadn't received the signal until now. He looked over at his sister who returned his glance with a face full of spite. It shouldn’t have been a surprise that Alexis had done this to them. She had lived the last 18 years for herself, only sending money, pictures and cards as a sign of affection to her two only children. Now, she all of a sudden wanted the two to be a part of her life. Case in point, her upcoming wedding.

Before long, the two flagged down a cab and were whisked away to their mother’s nicely spaced apartment. Joel retrieved the guest key from the office as directed by Alexis' message and they dropped their luggage off in the room that had been prepared for their stay. The two jumped back in the cab, deciding they wanted to visit the local Starbucks. There, they sat in the quiet lounge, both with their own specialty coffees as they scanned through tourists pamphlets in hopes of finding something interesting to do.

Edit: Fixed a few errors that had been looked over.

.The-Literate-Angel. · by **.The-Literate-Angel.** on Sun Sep 21, 2008 12:31 pm

It was a warm, bright, beautiful morning in Washington D.C. Birds were out and about in the early morn' soaking up the new ray's of the day before setting about their busy lives. In a small apartment complex, on the top floor, in the room that faced the morning sun, sat Lasia. She was surrounded by beautiful plants, all with their own unique beauty. She sat on a stool in front of an easel, a paint brush in one hand and a paint pallet in the other. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail to keep it out of the paint and she was wearing a white tank top, splattered with paint, and beige cargo capri's.

Some hair had fallen into her face, but she was distracted to even notice, for she was painting, her greatest joy in life. The canvas in front of her was almost finished, a beautiful painting of the rising sun over the city from her window. The sunset was outlined by other buildings, but from her vantage point you could see it perfectly. In front of that was her window frame, adding and extra frame to the piece and surrounding that in brilliant green was some of her favorite plants. She was now adding the finishing touches to her piece, the subtle greens and other colors that where brought out by the sun, and she could call it done.

After the last stroke she smiled contently and sat up, stretching out her body from the pose it had been holding for a few hours. After that she blinked and looked up at the sky. The sun had already risen past the buildings and was pretty high in the sky. She looked around her, wondering were the time had gone and why she hadn't heard her alarm clock, when she realized she had. It was still blaring as she thought of this. She must've worked right through it. Panic filled her as she ran for her alarm. It was already very late and she had missed her classes, all of them.

She sighed and hit her alarm, shutting it off. Her professors were going to kill her. And here she had thought waking up at five would give her enough time to finish her painting of the sun rise and make it to class. Apparently not. She dejectedly took herself into the bathroom. She washed her hands with little vigor, flecks and spots of paint still remaining when she was done, and grabbed her tooth brush. She quickly brushed her teeth then slipped a pair of comfortable flip flops, grabbed her bag and headed out the door.

As she walked along she contemplated her predicament. She always missed class because of painting. What time could she paint that wouldn't get her into trouble? Well there was nighttime, but what could she paint? This thought plagued her till she entered her favorite Starbucks. Two new faces sat at her table, a boy and girl, probably brother and sister from the looks of it. They looked about her age, though the boy seemed a lot more mature and grown up then the girl. She watched them for a while then she walked up to the counter. The girl behind the counter smiled at her and laughed. Lasia was a regular so she knew who she was and also her "I just missed all my classes" face.

"Again Lasia? That's the third time this week. Your regular right?"

Lasia nodded, standing up straight and smiling.

"I guess I'm just not good at the whole "on-time" thing. Ha ha."

The girl nodded and laughed again.

"Yeah. Maybe I should get you a watch or something, then you might just make it to one of your classes."

Lasia shook her head.

"Nope. I hate watches. I don't like things on my wrist. Besides I wouldn't look at it anyways. Thanks for the thought though."

The girl shook her head and handed Lasia her drink. She took the warm beverage and sipped on it.

"Ahhh. Perfection. Ha ha. Thanks."

She walked off and sat one table away from her's. She felt slightly attached to it, but wasn't going to be rude or anything. Instead she sat there, staring out the window at the people passing by. She took a sip on her coffee, previous thoughts of what she could paint at night entering her head.

Billie_blujean · by **Billie_blujean** on Mon Sep 22, 2008 8:55 am

Trixie stepped off the Metro at the Smithsonian entrance. The wind kicked her skirt to dance around her ankles, and her sandals sank slightly into the damp ground. She had seen plenty of photos of DC, as well as a lot of television shows that took place here, but it was nothing like seeing her nation's capital up close and personal. A bit too personal, she thought, having just exited an obscenely crowded metro car.

She walked the length of the mall, eying the museums that lined its path. She was impressed with herself for getting here so quickly, and even more impressed with herself for lucking out on a small basement apartment not too far out of DC limits (but a couple hundred cheaper). Things had been looking up. Before she had actually entered the city and realized how huge this place was.

How in the hell was she supposed to find Midnighters in a place like this? She was willing to bet that the streets were never fully empty, even at midnight. She squeezed her fists together and began counting prime numbers, something she did often when she felt stressed. Upon reaching 541, she was feeling better. And she'd find them. It was her fate.

Tæfarós · by **Tæfarós** on Tue Sep 23, 2008 2:14 am

Staring down into the eyes of the dead, the soul of a casket, the face of a crook, Alistair thought inappropriate thoughts.

He called over his Uncle Jemaine, who had the cronies in a laugh frenzy, to join him. Jemaine walked toward him and frowned, a bear stirred from the middle of hibernation.

"What is it, lad? I was on a roll. You know better'n that."

Alistair shifted his eyes skyward. He didn't comprehend this "roll"--or couldn't, rather, seeing as his uncle's brand of face-reddening, eye-watering, sometimes heartbreaking humor had always come across as foreign. A country thing, probably. He glanced once more at the doorway and, upon seeing it still very much filled with chain-smoking strangers, sighed heavily.

Running a hand through the curly mess atop his head, he reminisced not about the dearly departed, but of life at the bar. Of the land of booze and lost bets. How he, as a growing young man still naive enough to be considered a boy, questioned his uncle. Who are these people? Why are they angry? Not to worry, Aly, the response would come, and Alistair questioned no more.

The worry, however, still lingered, and the same applied here at the wake. Strangers--like the guy in the casket, for instance. What the hell did he have to do with Murphy Greene? Nothing much, or at all. By the looks of it, not many had previous business with Murphy Greene, who was proving to be quite an average associate full of holes and little more than that.

But Murphy Greene did have to deal with D.C. goals somehow, despite his obvious failure.

He answered Jemaine: "My tie."

"Haven't we gone over that shite today?" His uncle's squinted eyes were piggish, his tone harsh. "As a man, you must be sure in your ability to tie a tie. Now stop askin' me how, 'ay?"

Assumptions: Jemaine's method of being right.

"No, Uncle, it's not that. It's..." Alistair grimaced. With a crowd of holegans among them, the words faltered.

"Oh come now. Something else must be on your mind then."

Alistair found his Aunt Eva winking at him from afar, and he waved back. Knowing her, this was either a sign of encouragement or merely a taunt, and he took it in stride. Her friends, their misaligned teeth adding color to their banter, fanned themselves rhythmically. He saw their makeup fall in a battle against the room's humidity, the eyeliner settling into signs of age, the scent of powder wafting alongside the scent of old, their eyes recollecting the world's most demented murderer clown. Here, of course, Alistair's mind exaggerated, but the sickness in his stomach was no lie. He felt his thin body sway as sweat gathered on his forehead. A sign of youth besides his would greatly benefit at a death house; desperation revealed itself upon his face as he considered the possibility that maybe--just maybe, she had other, better things to do than meeting him beside a casket. Shopping--there was always shopping. General avoidance also counted.

"It's this girl, OK?"

Jemaine had also found other, better things to do in the midst of his nephew's observations, but hearing any mention of a girl from Aly blew said things out of the pisshole.

He grinned: "Say what now? You?"

"Yes, me," Alistair said, throwing up his hands. "I--I just felt that this tie was a bad decision, is all. Oh, I never should've--"

"We've talked about this as well. Just because you haven't quite yet grown any balls don't mean that you've got the right to moan over a fuckin' tie. You're hysterical, son." He laughed a good laugh, a laugh to deafen all other laughs laughed that day.

And with this laugh brought madness, a madness that caused Eva to shuffle over to plant a kiss on her husband's lips; that raised bowed, elderly heads from the body and up to stare at the outburst. Alistair slumped in a chair with a hand covering his eyes.

"What's the lad up to now?" he heard Eva say, her Celtic origins coming through loud and clear.

"Our boy's got trouble with the opposite sex--ties, specifically. Would you rather have him wear the solid pink, or are the coronations more akin to his fancy?"

Madness. Through this madness, however, shone a light, and there she stood. She pushed the bangs away from her face to look at him with sharp blue eyes, and he admired how the light from outside outlined her soft cheekbones. Alistair smiled widely for the first time that day. He rose, ignoring the sight of his aunt and uncle, and greeted her with arms outstretched.

"Oh, Helena," he said, voice soft, as he embraced her, holding her close. He closed his eyes while stroking her head. "I'm so sorry about yesterday."

For a moment, all was well. She smelled so nice, so natural, so refreshing. He smiled down at her new haircut--a choppy bob that delicately complemented her face. But that smile quickly faded; standing there, he began to notice how she did not return the favor. She was stiff, arms rested firmly at her side, and her eyes did not meet his as he pulled back to admire her up close. He held his breath, his throat tightening. For all he could tell, she found him nonexistent. Alistair had the urge to plead with her, to get a reaction--something, anything--until she finally eyed him. Her expression was dull.

He shook his head. "You're still mad, aren't you? Please, talk to me. Please."

Yesterday's anger briefly took hold of him, but was quickly subdued by her listless stare. Pathetic, her eyes said. Pathetic and worthless and broken down. Alistair knew. She'd laid her feelings straight countless times before--so many times, in fact, that she barely had any other feelings to come across. Now the tie meant fuck all and he couldn't believe he'd even stop to worry about such a thing.

Aly persisted, though. Aly persisted because he was pathetic, and being pathetic was a card he best played. A stillness gathered about the room as he reclaimed the chair, sat her down on his lap and kissed her exposed back. He saw Jemaine and Eva in his peripheral vision, eyeing them gravely.

"So you came," he said with a forced laugh. "I thought you'd rather be studying."

She crossed her legs, looking back at him. "Already did, boredom ensued. Nothing else was going on either."

"Huh, good to know." He paused. "Is there anything else you want to tell me? Anything at all?" Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her waist, but he loosened some as he felt her straining. He scooted, fully aware of the rising irony in his trousers. How lovely was the coldness of a woman.

"Stop saying sorry."

"I apologize."

"Specifically, stop saying sorry about yesterday."

"But me, and--and I was completely--"

"You were bold, Aly," Helena said, a bit of tension relieved by her smirk. "Totally batshit insane, but bold nonetheless."

His cheeks burned and his eyes widened at her sudden openness. The images of last night danced in his mind, the sound of gunfire ringing in his ears. "I could have killed that man. He could have killed me!"

"Like I said, refreshing."

"One year later and I still don't quite understand you."

"Let me put it this way." She shifted her body to face him. "Remember back in Chicago when you took me to the rooftop?"

Alistair beamed: "Oh certainly, you were so excited...."

"And remember how I somehow got you to use the airsoft rifle?"

With his beaming gone, she laughed.

"Of course. My God, we targeted Mr. Mulallay's pitbull."

"No one liked that old bitch hound."

"But still, Helena. His only friend. Couldn't we have gotten something, I don't know, a little less familiar? Or nothing at all?"

"Dude, you hit the thing while it chased the neighbor's cat. While it ran around in circles. You were friggin' amazing."

"Well, I do like Toby," Alistair said, thinking fondly of the cat. He frowned. "But that's not the point!"

She lowered her eyes, her face inches away from his. She threw arms around his neck in return. Alistair stiffened.

"Relax, Aly. No worries, I'm sure no one actually gives a damn about the casket."

"People are watching. My relatives are watching. Drunk passersby are watching."

He pried his eyes away from hers to survey if he was right. Jemaine--he was predictable. Most of the rest didn't appear to notice. Were they in bad taste for disrespecting the deceased? Focusing on Helena again, he no longer cared.

"Never mind them. You were right about one thing though."

"What's that?" Alistair sounded hopeful and he wasn't quite sure why.

"Toby wasn't the point. The point is that you did something out of the norm. Really, you gunning that dog? Never woulda thought."

"I did it for you, I think. Chocolates probably would have sufficed though."

"And yesterday! How many times do you get to rescue me from a meathead? How many times do you get to look sexy doing it?" She held his hand, rubbing his bloodied knuckles.

"Er, never? I was too weak to properly win anyway," he said, wincing. "The pistol did all the talking, and I only had one of those out of paranoia."

Helena snorted. "Pssh, doesn't matter. What matters is that you excited me, and to tell you the truth, you're not the kinda guy who does that so easily."

"I'm not?"

"No. You're too agreeable, too soft. And that's why we're not gonna make it, Alistair."

He flinched--a hard blow, yes, but he quickly regained himself. This wasn't news. By her lack of reaction, this definitely wasn't news.

She grasped his sore hand: "Understand?"

"I think I do now." He didn't, but lying was such a convenience to the blur swimming in his head.

"Good," she said as she rose, "'cause I gotta go."

Confusion brought an urge. Alistair reached out for her arm just as she disappeared into the hallway.

AliceInWonderland · by **AliceInWonderland** on Wed Sep 24, 2008 7:21 pm

“You bible-thumbing…uptight…no-sex-until-marriage…”

“Flower girl…materialistic…never-will-get-a-decent-job…”

The playful exchange of insults would have played out until the two ran out of breathe. Kylie snickered at her brother as she stirred her now cold coffee. Joel was long done with his drink and now held the disposable cup in his hand as if there was still a sip of warm liquid to savor for later. He return her playful smile just as Kylie’s eyes lingered to the doorway of the small coffee shop.

There stood a young woman with long brown hair tied into a pony tail and paint all over the front of her white tank. Kylie’s eyes, though hidden behind the large lenses of her sunglasses, traced over the woman’s features as the woman stared back. Kylie figured she was unaware that the girl was being watched fore she didn’t smile or make a sign of acknowledgement. The girl’s face was blank of any emotion that would have resulted in being caught staring. She simply walked up to the counter to order her own cup of corporate coffee once she was done analyzing the twins with her eyes.

“What are you looking at?” Joel turned around to see what had caught his sister’s eye but the girl was gone. He set his cup down and turned back towards his sister. She gave him a nod towards where the girl who had caught her attention earlier now stood. She raised her eyebrows at him as a mischievous smile worked its way across her face.

He looked over at the girl just as she sat down a few tables away from them. He turned back towards his sister and gave her a look that said he knew what she was thinking. He couldn’t be any means hear her thoughts but he knew his sister better then anyone else. Nine months alone together in the womb could do that to siblings.

“I’m just teasing you,” she stood. “I want to go see a few of the art museums then maybe we can go visit Howard.” Howard University was the best black college in the nation, ranked in the top 100 of all universities. Above all else, Kylie had received an early acceptance letter and would attend summer classes in the following months. Joel had also been accepted but had yet to decide whether or not he would attend alongside his sister.

Joel didn’t offer a reply. He simply stood, grabbed the two cups on the table and threw them away. Kylie followed her brother outside, leaving her Coach in the seat that had been between the two. The two walked side by side occasionally giving each other glances that were worth a thousand words each, their own unspoken language. Before long, they engaged back into their playful duel of insults.

.The-Literate-Angel. · by **.The-Literate-Angel.** on Wed Sep 24, 2008 10:04 pm

Lasia had been staring out the window, watching the passerby's and wondering were she could paint her evening picture when the brother and sister left the shop. She watched them leave then looked back at her favorite spot. Sitting in one of the seats was an expensive looking Coach bag. She blinked a little then stood up and picked it up. That girl must've left it there. She looked at where they had gone and she could still see them in the distance. She decided to play good person that day and bring it to her. She picked it up and headed out the door, throwing away her half full coffee.

Lasia ran after them, not wanting to lose sight of them. She didn't want to have to hunt the girl down for nothing. Her bag was slung over her shoulder and was holding the Coach bag by it's straps. She was a fast runner, graceful in her own way, but to aware of those around her. She ended up losing them, but saw them across the street. A cross walk was nearby, but it had just changed to stop. She glanced around, didn't see any cars moving, and headed ran quickly across right to them.

"Ma'am!"

She cried out waving her bag at her. She stopped in front of her an almost triumphant look on her face. She smiled, her face slightly flushed from the exertion and wisps of hair making their way around her face, framing it nicely.

"You forgot your bag. I thought I should give it to you. I didn't think you would want to lose one like this. It seems really expensive."

She handed her bag back to her,. She took a deep breath and readjusted her bag a little. She grinned again and waved. She was really glad that she could get it back to the girl and she hoped that she was happy too.

"Well that was all. Be careful next time."

She started to walk away, most likely she would walk around looking for inspirations for her evening paintings.

AliceInWonderland · by **AliceInWonderland** on Wed Sep 24, 2008 11:38 pm

The two walked, smiling and laughing like the two best friends that they were. Kylie felt odd though, as if she were missing something. She placed a hand on her shoulder in hopes of running her fingers against the smooth leather of her favorite tote bag but it wasn’t there. She stopped and frowned up at her brother as she came to a stop.

“I had my bag with me, right?” Joel stopped and turned to face her. She searched his face for an answer as if he would magically pull it out of his rear end. He nodded in affirmation just as she started to turn around to go back to the coffee shop.

“Ma’am,” she heard it coming from across the street, turning to face the girl whom they had seen earlier at the coffee shop.

She couldn’t help but smile at the girl who had brought her bag back to her as the girl began explaining why she had brought the bag back to Kylie. The thought of the good Samaritan rummaging through her belongings or God-forbid, stealing her beloved objects, never crossed her mind as she grabbed the tote and brought it to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her prized possession as a mother would a lost child after finding them unharmed in a Wal-Mart parking lot.

‘You’re damn right it’s expensive,’ Kylie couldn’t help but think as she held out the canvas tote with brown print over a white backdrop. It had been trimmed in brown leather around the unclasped mouth along with matching leather straps. She loved the bag and had decided to carry it around although it didn’t match the red scarf around her neck or the shoes on her feet. She simply didn’t know what she would have done if she had lost it.

“My sister is at a loss of words but she means ‘Thank You,’” Joel interrupted the silence that the touching scene between Woman and Purse had brought between the three. He smiled down at his sister who was slightly shorter then the girl but more fit. Kylie slipped the bag onto its rightful place, allowing it snuggly fit on her shoulder. She held the bag in place and flashed another smile at the girl in thanks just as Lasia turned to walk away.

“Hey, I know you,” Kylie called out to her as the girl took her casual steps away from the twins. She raised oversized lenses away from her eyes as she pushed the frames onto her head, “You were the girl who was watching us.”

Joel could have shrunken in embarrassment as Kylie turned to face him as if waiting for him to agree. He closed his eyes and looked down at the ground. If he had been a shade or two lighter, crimson blood could have been seen rushing to his cheeks. Kylie dismissed the disappointment she saw on her brother’s face as she turned back to the girl, hoping to have caught Lasia’s attention so she wouldn’t leave.

“Let us buy you a bagel or something,” she offered though she wouldn’t take back what she had said prior. She meant every word that left her lips. Neither tact nor regret were part of Kylie’s personality. She walked closer to the girl, her brown eyes twinkling mischievously to match the smile that now had its way with her lips. As if a declination of her offer wasn’t an option, Kylie waited at the crosswalk to walk back across the street.

.The-Literate-Angel. · by **.The-Literate-Angel.** on Thu Sep 25, 2008 12:13 am

Lasia blushed deeply when the girl said she knew her and also pointed out that she had stared at them. The only reason was she was surprised that someone else was in her seat who wasn't a regular. Not a lot of people who were out of town sat down in a coffee shop. She was embarrassed, but the brother seemed to be so as well.

"I'm sorry. It's just you were sitting in my usual spot. I didn't mean to be rude."

She walked up next to the girl and smiled despite her embarrassment. She didn't dwell on that sort of thing to long.

"And I would love to get a bagel. Actually now that I think about it I haven't eaten anything all day."

She sighed and looked at her small stomach. It growled in response. She was embarrassed again, but only slightly. The light changed to walk and she started across.

"I do know this lovely little doughnut shop. They sell the best bagels in town. And their cheap too. Oh, by the way my name is Lasia. What are your guys' names?"

She turned to the two while still walking, and yet still maintaining eye contact with the two for the most part. She was smiling a pleasant, friendly smile that said she trusted a lot of people. Her smile was also a little calming.

AliceInWonderland · by **AliceInWonderland** on Thu Sep 25, 2008 3:58 pm

“Lasia.” she repeated the girl’s name as if she hadn’t heard it right the first time, as if it were a question. Each syllable rolled of her tongue with exaggeration as her eyes focused on the pedestrian signal, waiting for it to allow the group to walk back across the street.

She found the way that Lasia arranged her words odd but figured it was simply the way people talked here in Washington D.C. She figured that her and Joel were the odd ones, maybe Lasia found the way they spoke weird. The only thing that held Kylie back from making another embarrassing comment about Lasia’s ways was Joel. They rarely spent time together as a pair with others around. Instead, one sibling would hang out with their group of friends while the other with theirs. Because of this, Joel often missed out on Kylie’s blunt words with others, only experiencing them when directed towards him.

“I’m Kylie,” she looked over at Lasia with a smile before turning around to point her at brother who stood behind them with his hands in his pockets. “And that sulky bastard is my brother, Joel.”

“We’re twins,” he offered as he gave the two a small wave along with a modest smile. He would follow the two wherever they lead him. Not as talkative as his sister, he would rarely speak unless spoken to while Kylie would most likely run the conversation. He pulled out his outdated Razor to check the time, not really paying attention to either of the girls.

He didn’t feel left out at all, this was simply how things worked between him and Kylie. He was the yin to her yang. Kylie would ride high on her emotions and spontaneity for the rest of her life it seemed while Joel would counteract all of her impulses with well, thought out words of advice. He was the one who turned all of her crazy, uninhibited madness into sanity while she turned his uptight, mundane simplicity into an everyday adventure. Lasia had walked into a whirlpool of two completely different personalities.

As the illuminated sign across the street demanded the pedestrians on the other side to walk in bold green letters, Kyle allowed Lasia to lead them towards the doughnut shop. Her mouth began to water at the thought of ‘the best bagels in town.’

Kylie glanced at Lasia sideways as she pulled her sunglasses back over her eyes. She noticed that Lasia was thinner then her due to her muscular build. Lasia had longer legs making her taller, lighter skin and longer hair. Lasia’s clothing was plain as if she had left the house only to run a quick errand before returning. Kylie also noted the speckles of paint on Lasia’s white tank top and on her hands also.

“Do you just paint for fun or is it part of your job?” Her inspection of Lasia had only lasted a second and with her reflective glasses shielding the direction of her eyes, she held confidence in the assumption that Lasia had not seen her probing eyes. It was one of the reasons why she loved the popular sunglasses that sat properly on the bridge of her nose. They allowed her to inspect anyone and everyone without being inspected herself. She felt almost invincible behind the oversized mold of plastic and metal.

.The-Literate-Angel. · by **.The-Literate-Angel.** on Thu Sep 25, 2008 9:58 pm

Lasia looked at the two of them and smiled, she then looked to her hands and noted she hadn't gotten all the paint of. She thought of what painting was to her and decided to talk while she thought of how to answer.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Kylie and Joel. You guys look like twins. Like opposites I guess. My younger brothers are twins two, total opposites, but they like to act like they are thinking the same thoughts. Sometimes they are, but it's funny to watch them act like the other. Everyone has their own personality though."

She paused for a second, still contemplating her answer. They were close to the shop so they would be there soon. It was small, but always full. She knew the shop owner and his son. He attended the same classes as her so she got a lot of free stuff. He was one of her best friends.

"Well...I guess I love to paint so I decided that it would become my job. Do what you love, right? I paint in my spare time, but I'm taking college classes on different styles of art. I have a full ride scholarship there so I don't have to pay for anything, but I live by myself in an apartment, of course there's Coco, but she's a cat so she doesn't really count."

She grinned, a little embarrassed that she had said so much about herself, but she didn't dwell on it. They were in eyesight of the shop. People were lined up outside again and she sighed. She looked at the two.

"One sec, okay?"

She ran to the front of the shop and looked through the window. An older man was frantically flying around shop giving things to everyone who was yelling out there order. She told them they had enough money to get more workers and to get a bigger building, but the old man was extremely attached to the place. She saw Dane in the back, making all the bread. She waved tell he looked and he made a wide grin and waved her in. She gave him the thumbs up and ran back over to the two.

"Okay let's go. Follow me I know the back entrance."

She led them to the back and opened up the workers door. The scent of baking bread hit them hard and she breathed in deep before walking in. Dane was putting more loaves of bread in an oven and placing others on a counter. He looked at Lasia then at the other two.

"Hey Las, what's up? These your friends?"

A yell from his father made him look away, forgetting his question. He turned back to them.

"Help yourselves to some of the stuff back here. I'll be done in a minute."

She nodded and led them around him to a rack of fresh, steaming bagels. She handed it to them and smiled triumphantly.

"Here ya go. These things are great! Don't worry about money or anything, he'll probably let us have them for free."

She took a bite of her own bagel and smiled, hopping up on a counter and sitting there. She looked very comfortable and relaxed.

Slyard · by **Slyard** on Fri Sep 26, 2008 12:19 pm

The sweet smell of fresh bagels wafted out of the door as three customers entered the store, enticing the poorly dressed man across the street. Spread across the bus stop bench, the homeless man was covered in a make-shift cloak, multi-colored because of the various fabrics he used. He seemed injured and fragile. What seemed like years of living on the streets was taking its toll on him – his arms and legs were wrapped up like they were hurt, his only piece of clothing, a tattered pair of shorts, was dirty, and he was skinny from lack of food.

The temptress finally managed to wake the homeless man up. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, his cloak falling underneath him. It took the man a while to figure out what had woken him up, but once he did, his stomach gave a loud growl. It was angry, and rightfully so. He noticed that three people around his age (though they looked a good few years older) had taken some bagels and not paid. Perhaps it was free bagel day.

Sly undid the bindings that held his blanket to his body, revealing a deep gash across his chest that was still fresh with blood. The wound had closed up for the most part, but wet blood was still seeping out in a few places. Dried blood surrounded the diagonal wound. It was hard to tell what was fresh and what wasn’t. Those who knew Sly would’ve thought he got the wound fighting a monstrous creature called a darkling, during a time when few other humans existed. This was true, partly. The truth was, as good as a hunter as he was, Sly was also quite clumsy. The streets of Washington, D.C., apparently contained many sharp objects that the half-blind hunter couldn’t see. Quite embarassingly, he’d tripped in an attempt to ambush a darkling and had something sharp cut across his chest.

The young homeless man tightened the black bandana that covered his blind eye. He was repulsive without showing it. Nevertheless, he was hungry. And those bagels really did smell very good.

Sly crossed the street, his cloak bundled up under his arm. His legs were still sore from last night’s hunt, and his chest was pulsing with pain. Still, he hadn’t eaten for quite a while. Food was his top priority. He pushed opened the door just slightly and squeezed through, hoping to prevent the bell from ringing and alerting customers of his presence. It’s just too bad his rank odor and dirty appearance rendered his action useless.

He paused when the patrons of the bagel shop looked at him. Their eyes screamed “Get out of the shop, you hobo!” Ignoring their looks, Sly made his way through the now silent shop towards the bagels he thought were being given out for free, intent on asking the paint-splattered girl on top of the counter if he could have one for his "starving family".

.The-Literate-Angel. · by **.The-Literate-Angel.** on Fri Sep 26, 2008 1:10 pm

Lasia looked at the man who had walked in. He appeared to be homeless and very, very hungry. A pang of sympathy hit her heart. She watched as Dane went up to the man, about to tell him that if he had no money he had to leave, when she hopped from the counter and went over to him. Upon a closer look of the man she saw that he looked a little older then her, but not by much. She pushed past Dane, who gave her a weird look, and smiled kindly at the man.

"Hello sir! How may I help you? We have a wide variety of different kind of pastries and bread. May I also say that we have free bagels for people under twenty, though they are only our plain bagels. You can take as much as you can carry and it's totally free. Would you like to take advantage of this amazing offer?"

Dane's eyes widened and his father chuckled a little before turning to some other customers. She was still smiling at the man, waiting for his answer, her bagel in her hand. Dane leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"What the hell are you doing Lasia? This guys is clearly a bum and we shouldn't give him free food. Besides what about the other customers."

Her smile didn't falter and she looked up at Dane.

"Well Dane, I don't know what your talking about. I'm sure a man with your smarts can figure all of that out. Besides,"

She leaned forward towards him and whispered.

"He's a human too."

Dane just stared at her for awhile then sighed.

"Fine whatever."

He walked back to the bakery, shaking his head and she turned to him smiling.

AliceInWonderland · by **AliceInWonderland** on Fri Sep 26, 2008 6:29 pm

The two followed her through the back in silence. They found it interesting how much she spoke in attempts to relate to them but they did not offer a comment, only smiled and nodded.

Kylie’s stomach gave a low grumble as the smell of fresh bagels invaded her senses. She looked back and up at Joel who looked as if he were in his own olfactory heaven. They didn’t get the chance to speak to the worker who had greeter them in the back but their eyes followed the loaves of bread that he handles like hungry wolves after a jackrabbit.

Joel struggled not to allow the lust that was building in his eyes to cause his mouth to water as Lasia led them elsewhere. The rack of stacked bagels was heaven to their eyes, and their stomachs. They each took their bagel with a thanks.

Kylie exchanged her bagel for a plain one while Joel managed not to inhale his own. He took polite bites, melting from the inside out with each one.

“Wow, this is really good,” he didn’t look at Lasia as he focused on the simple delicacy that he held in between his fingers. He was only two bites in and his taste buds felt overwhelmed though they hungered for me.

Kylie ate in silence. She ad removed her sunglasses and propped them back on her head for the task. She held the bagel with both hands as if the blueberry garnish made the treat heavy. By her first bite, she had a smile on her face bigger then a kid’s on Christmas. Before she could thank Lasia again for her kindness, a raggedly dressed man walked inside. She saw him through the doorway but made nothing of it. Being from Los Angeles, the homeless and impoverished where more common then moving cars in some areas. With her hardened heart, she didn’t think twice about the hungry man and instead turned back her blueberry bagel. Joel held a dangerous eye contact with his own delicious bagel, one too demanding to notice the change in energy of the bagel shop.

Though Joel remained oblivious to his surroundings, Kylie watched Lasia approach the counter as if she own the bakery. She expected the quiet kind girl to have a lapse in her good manners and tell the bum to leave the business unless he had money. She awaited the harsh words as she held the moist bagel to her lips but was pleasantly surprised at the girl’s words. She knew they were a lie. Why else would she have snuck Joel and herself in?

Kylie nudged Joel with her elbow to get his attention as he took his last bite. He was able to catch the last of the exchange before looking over to his sister as if for an explanation. She gave him a look as if explaining the ordeal with her eyes but it didn’t take a Rocket Scientist to figure it out. Joel crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned onto his sister for support, both of them focusing on Lasia and good deed.

Slyard · by **Slyard** on Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:14 pm

The owner of the store started to intercept Sly, a look of obvious disgust on his face. Sly felt slightly disappointed. He had expected as much, but still, even a merciless killer needs food. However, the paint-splattered girl strode up to him with a smile, brushing past the distraught owner. He hadn’t noticed it outside, but despite the lack of personal upkeep (who was he to talk, anyways?), she was a beautiful young lady.

The girl explained the situation in a lively tone. She had the business greeting skills of a waitress, but the clothes of a painter. He looked at the owner and wondered what their relationship was, considering this girl had blatantly lied to Sly in front of the owner.

Sly gave a slight bow in thanks and made a move towards the bagels. The girl’s friends were already munching on their own treats, one of them, the boy, seemingly purposefully avoiding eye contact with this bum, while the girl seemed to be intrigued. Even underneath her sleeves, he could tell she had fairly muscular arms, especially for such a small stature, like himself. She looked as though she kept her appearance up, a stark contrast to the kind girl in front of him. This striking juxtaposition caught Sly off guard, and he instinctively tried to cover up his wound, which made him look rather silly.

Then, in just a whisper he could barely catch:

”He’s a human, too.”

Memories of the night before, and the nights before that, as far back as he could remember flashed back. Darklings. Midnight. Hunting, every night. Risking death, every night. Every night might be his last, and no one would know.

“But the things that go bump in the night, they aren’t,” he blurted out. He stared blankly for a second, then added sheepishly. “I immediately regret that action.”

He quickly walked over to the counter, grabbed the bagel on the top, and began fast walking out of the store, almost running. His years without talking to attractive young ladies just bit him in the backside. Twice.

.The-Literate-Angel. · by **.The-Literate-Angel.** on Wed Oct 08, 2008 10:57 am

Lasia noticed the odd movements the man was making, as if he was trying to cover up something. She watched, wondering what could make him act so oddly. She speculated that he might be hurt and was about to ask him when he muttered something odd, immediately saying afterward that he regretted it, and then left with a bagel. She heard Dane mutter something incoherent, but which sounded offending and turned to glare at him before turning back around and walking from behind the counter. She turned to the two she had picked up, smiling at them.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to go see if he's okay."

Dane blinked then looked slightly put off. She didn't even glance at him before she turned around and walked out, leaving her new friends and her best friend behind. Dane sighed, but gave up and turned to the two.

"Sorry about her. She has a good heart, but doesn't know when to stop. She'll be back soon though, I'm sure."

Meanwhile she was trying to find the man, looking through the crowd in the general direction that she had seen the man go. He had been pretty quick about leaving so she wasn't sure if she would spot him, but that wasn't going to stop her. After looking for a few minutes, she spotted him ahead of her, mixed with the people.

Afraid that she would lose him, Lasia raced forward, trying to avoid others, apologizing quickly when she bumped into them. Finally she was able to catch up with him. She tapped on his shoulder so he would turn around.

"I'm sorry sir, but you seem to be hurt, I was just wondering if you were. And if you need anything I can help you out."

She blushed a little, not sure why she was offering a homeless man something for nothing. She assumed it was because of her big heart that tended to get her in trouble. Alas this man didn't seem old enough to be homeless, he wasn't very much older than she was, and so she didn't assume he ruined his life by doing drugs, drinking, and sleeping with women. Also he seemed kind and that made her want to help him. It was a problem she had had back in Washington and one that she would probably have all her life.

nolanhatch · by **nolanhatch** on Sun Oct 12, 2008 3:06 pm

Waking from his night of restless sleep nolan , still tired as he always was during the day, stepped out of bed with the lazy and incoherant grin on his face, that he always had. he lifted his nose into the air and felt a small perk in his day. " mom made eggs and coffee" this excited him and he forced himself to work that little extra to get done his early morning routine.

nolanhatch · by **nolanhatch** on Sun Oct 12, 2008 3:18 pm

* srry about that im still new to all this i meant for a longer post so im going to continue where i left off ok. i hit the wrong button. lol*

As nolan stepped down the final step almost tripping and falling for the 3rd time that morning. he found his usual spot at the kitchen table and awaited his eggs and coffee. quickly engulfing his eggs and slopping his coffee, nolan was surprized to see that he was already late and must leave if he was ever to make it to school on time. He could already tell this was going to be a bad day.
hufffing and puffing down the street as fast as he could, witch wasnt to fast here in daylight, nolan couldent help but stop and notice the aroma of fresh bagels. " i think ill get just one after all it would be rude for them to bake them and for me not to try one." as he entered the bakery nolan spotted a rather dirty old bum sitting at a table and a rather pretty waitress asking him if he would like anything. apon reaching the counter he was aproched by an older man who asked him what he wanted. " ill have a raisin bagel please".. it was gone just as fast as it was there. now done his dutie with the bagel, nolan being the clumsy slow guy he was in daylight was slightly pushed by someone and fell to the ground. as he turned to look to see who it was he noticed it was the cute waitress form the bakery. she quickly said sorry and was off in a sprint once again. " i wonder who she is and why she is running? maybe that bum stole something?"
As nolan approched the school grounds he took one final breath before entering his hell. he knew he was late and his teachers werent about to let him off lightly.

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