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The world was quiet, or at least, close to it. Sitting on the roof of her building was always a boring, yet calming time for Demeter. Night drew near, and she couldn't wait for the city to light up in the moonlight. She pulled off her mask, staring at the glossy inside. Just because I'm categorized as beautiful, I must be shunned? she thought with a mental sigh. Reluctantly she replaced her mask, letting her hand fall behind her to support her as she leaned backwards.

Without cars that drove on roads everything was so much more silent. But then again the air and sky, that had always been beautiful to gaze at, was filled with rodes that supported hovercars and other mechanisms. She hated it all. Demeter couldn't understand how one man's decision could overrule the world in such a way.

As the last shread of daylight slipped from the sky's grasp she climbed back through her window, pulling on another outfit. She was going to a club tonight, just to find out some information on groups that opposed this new world. Her outfit was mostly black, a strapless dress that fell just above her knees. There were the traditional designs on it that would, under the blacklight of the club, glow brightly along with her earpieces and mask. "Soon will be the day that everything falls," Demeter murmured as she hopped into her car, "and once it does, building back up will be a thrill."

Aaron Radshaw was a liar.

Not in the traditional sense, seeing as he always told the truth. Well... almost always, but hey, he was only human. The point was, he wasn't a liar because of his words. It was because of his face, or rather what he wore to hide it. Aaron was one of those people who's handicap was a mask, automatically lumping him with those who were naturally beautiful. And therein lay his deceit.

He wasn't beautiful. He was deformed. A cripple, a freak, a monster. And because of the stupid mask he wore, everyone thought the face he hid was perfect. Oh, if they only knew how wrong they were. Sometimes he just wanted to throw his mask away and let people see him for when he really was, just so he could rid himself of the lie he was living.

But... he knew he'd never have the guts to do that. Why? Because he was scared. Scared of what people would think, scared that they'd fear him, make fun of him, hurt him. So he was a coward, too. A wimp and a coward. What a combination.

That's why he kept his hood up as he made his way through the darkened streets, hoping no one would look at him. Maybe it'd been a mistake to go out in the first place, but he needed something to do. For some reason, he was just too restless to spend the night drawing in his room like he usually did. That was while he was headed to the club, in desperate need of loud music and flashing lights to get his blood pumping and give him something smile about. It'd been too boring the past few days, and now he could finally get out and live a little.

Now that everyone was equal, there was no longer any reason to fear being out on the streets alone. It was nice being able to walk without fear, since Aaron didn't have a car, and even if he did it'd be pointless to drive when he lived smack dab in the middle of the city. Besides, he like walking by himself. It gave him a chance to feel less like part of the crowd and more like an individual. It seemed like people were starting to forget that they were humans, not sheep in a flock. He didn't want to forget.

Demeter couldn't understand exactly why her car wasn't turning on, but for the record, it didn't really matter. She could walk; it was only a couple blocks away from her house, after all. The streets were rather barren in the night time, other than those few drunk couples staggering hopelessly down the sidewalk on their way home to have a night of fun. She held her breath as a man walked past her, the alcohol so thick on his breath she could smell it from feet away. Naturally, someone her age was accustomed to alcohol, which she, not so proudly, did.

Overall she wasn't a sucker for drink, though every now and then her parents would let her have some wine or beer; her parents were rarely home, though, so if she did it was while being depressed from some ungodly thing someone at work or school had comitted. Demeter chewed on her lip as she crossed one of the vacant streets, fingers playing with the hem of her dress. Usually she didn't wear dresses; in her opinion, they were a sin.

But the people at the club disagreed. Nice clothing was always wanted, and if you didn't look 'fly' enough, you'd be tossed out to change into something more of the era. Truthfully, Demeter could have cared less what people looked like. After all, if they weren't allowed to express themselves through beauty or scars, then it was what was on the inside that counted. Even from a block away she could hear the drumming of the music, almost feel it through the pavement under her feet. She paused for several moments, a little reluctant, hoping her friends would be there, and then after a breath she took a spot in line to wait to enter.

Jax changed into her peacock dress, pulling on her heels. She told her father she was going to a club, and wouldn't be home soon. She didn't finish the statement because of the siren blasting off in her ear. She jumped out the window, landing on a bush. She took off her earphones, replacing them with black earphones, music blasting. She could finally think for a while. She started to walk down the street, noticing a red-headed guy and blonde walking in fron of her.

"Hey!" she yelled, running up to the guy. His mask is beautiful, probably hiding a beautiful face. She smiled, feeling her own mask on her face. "I'm Jax!" she said, walking with him. "Are you going to the club?" she asked, pulling down the skirt of her dress. She hated the dress, but she wanted to wear something other than a skirt or pants. She listened to the music blasting, some of the music left from the Dark Ages, before singers had to sing like everyone else could.

She saw some drunken couples pass by, and a crowd of drunken men. "Hey pretty lady, why dontcha leave your boyfriend and take a ride on the wild side?" one of them asked, getting a laugh from his friends. She walked over to him, smiling. She slapped him, hitting him with her golden whip. As she is walking away, he grabbed her by the eblow, roughly yanking her back. She kicked him, punching him in the face.

"Don't mess with me!" she growled, coming back up to the guy. "So, did you say who you are?" she asked, feeling guilty if he actually did say something and she didn't listen. She is naturally a very bad listener, but a very good talker. She wlaked up to the club, standing in front of the bouncer. "Princess Jax DeCreano and friend-" she looked at the girl coming up, "friends." she said, motioning the others to come with her.

As she waited, Demeter couldn't help but notice another person walking in the direction of the club. He wore a mask just as she, but by the way he walked, held himself, she could tell something about him was different. She had always had a good eye, reading people easily either by their expressions or their movements. For years she had wanted to go to school to learn how to go undercover and 'read' people so more villians could be caught. But that dream was over; now, since everyone was equal, there was no need for theft or murder, and if their was, people were easy to catch.

She was about to say hello to him when a commotion behind her began. A man had grabbed a girl, but it was clear that the female was the victor of the minute scrabble. Demeter narrowed her eyes lightly, recognizing the mask. Even before the girl moved to the bouncer she had classified the girl as Princess Jax; what was a girl of such high ranking doing at a club such as this? More importantly for Demeter, how was she supposed to investigate with someone such as her in the building?

It took her several seconds to realize the girl was beckoning for her to join her. The blonde also realized that the Princess was motioning for the boy to follow as well. Were they aquainted? After a moment of scrutiny, Demeter decided to go for it; royalty always had good information about rebel groups... She approached, standing just a foot away, what was showing of her face was incredibly impassive. Her eyes traveled to the boy, wondering if he'd join them; she was curious about him now since she saw something different in him. Was the mask hiding beauty, or scars?

Her brother was forced to wear a mask for his baffling scars, so she wouldn't be surprised if this boy had the same case. But then again, she could just be overthinking it. Yes, he was probably beautiful as well. It was rare for someone to be given a mask to cover anything but beauty. "I'm Demeter," she said to the Princess, not meeting her gaze, just looking past her and into the club.

((Sorry I haven't been on! To make up for it, here's a really long post! :D))

As if to prove his cowardice, Aaron physically jumped when a loud voice suddenly addressed him. Obviously, he'd been lost in his thoughts again, otherwise he would've noticed the green and blue clad girl who'd just run up beside him. That tended to happen a lot; he had a bad habit of loosing himself in his own mind, only returning to reality when he was directly addressed. His head came up quickly, the hood knocked off by the sudden movement. Fantastic. Now everyone would start jumping to conclusions.

It didn't take a genius to figure out who the girl in the peacock mask was: Jax DeCreano. Princess Jax DeCreano. Of course, the princess part didn't really matter all that much, now that everybody was equal. Still, she was royalty, so he wanted to be respectful. Her family did rule the entire Empire, after all. "H-hi, nice to meet you." he stuttered, not really used to talking to people his age. He was a bit of a loner, more by choice than anything else, so he was a bit out of practice.

"Oh, yeah. Just thought it would be a good night to get out of the house." He wasn't trying to sound cool, honestly. He just didn't want her to think he didn't get out much. Honestly, this club was one of his favorites. The music they played actually had some diversity, so it was a nice change of pace.

Aaron scowled at the drunken man making perverted comments at the princess. He must have either been too intoxicated to realize who she was or just a jerk by nature. The handicaps may have gotten rid of physical differences, but personality flaws were still alive and well. Unfortunately, there wasn't a whole lot he could do, seeing as he'd be the one who got in trouble if he tried to pick a fight. It would be best to just ignore him.

As it turned out, though, Jax wasn't nearly as willing to let bygones be bygones. The "fight" (if it could even be called that, seeing as the princess got all the hits in) was over in no time, and Jax casually returned to the previous conversation. It took the redhead a moment to stop gawking and answer her question. "Uh, no, it's Aaron. Aaron Radshaw." He made a mental note never to get on this girl's bad side.

Seeing that they'd made it to the front of the line, Aaron reached into his pocket for his ID card. Most placed required identification, and the ID cards also doubled as credit cards. He was stopped, though, when Jax simply stated her name, getting them- and the blonde girl who'd just arrived- into the club for free. Equality or not, being royalty still had it's benefits.

Curious, he looked over at the girl who'd joined their group- only to see that she was looking right back at him with a stoic expression. The boy turned away immediately, glad that his mask could at least hide the blush on his face. He'd never really been one to attract girls, even if they did assume there was a beautiful face under his mask. Tonight, though, he'd met two, and one was a princess, for crying out loud! Wondering how his luck had changed so rapidly, he took a deep breath and stuck a hand out to the blonde- Demeter, as she called herself. "I'm Aaron," he said, trying to sound confident but probably just coming off as wierd.

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and now for my patheticly pathetic short post!]]

The club was alright, from what she could see. Demeter's emerald gaze flickered around it while swirling a strand of hair around her index finger. Overall, people seemed to be enjoying themselves. Good, maybe she could get some drunks to tell her something about rebel groups. Her gaze drifted to the boy, then fell to the hand he had jutted out for her to shake. She smiled her pretty smile and took it warmly. She wanted to know more about him, because it was clear he was different from the rest.

"Nice to meet you Aaron," she replied. After a moment she released his hand, though Demeter's eyes never left his. "Isn't this night so beautiful and new?" she asked. Few people knew what this actually meant; it was really an undercover way to ask someone if they were a rebel. Even the government was clueless to the question, thinking it was just small talk. If he was, or in some way was related to the rebel groups, he'd know how to answer. It was just a simple, "Definately, the stars are bright and the moon shines nicely."

Demeter tilted her head as she waited for a response, eyes flickering to the princess, still a little shocked at her appearance. She was growing conscious of eyes on her, and she looked over her shoulder to see one of the guys she met a while back. She waved him over and they chatted for a moment before she told him she'd meet him later. Once he was gone she couldn't help but frown after him; she didn't exactly like him, but one person was better than nothing.

Aaron repressed the urge to breath a sigh of relief as she felt Demeter's hand his. Apparently, his approach hadn't been too forward. The fact that her blank look had given way to a smile was an added bonus. He was, however, a bit confused by her question. "Yeah, it's nice," he answered, but noticed a slight flicker of dissappointment in her gaze. What had she expected him to say?

In spite of himself, the redhead felt a slight pang when the blond girl told him she'd talk to him later. Had he done something wrong? "Oh... a-alright, see you later, then." He watched as she turned and walked away towards whoever it was she wanted to see, noticing how she held herself with such diginity. What he wouldn't give to have that kind of confidence. But then, who was he to sepak of confidence when he couldn't even dare to show his face.

A bit dejected, and seeing that Jax had run off somewhere and he was alone, Aaron wandered over to the bar and ordered a Coca-Cola. This club wasn't one that check for legal age before giving out alcohol, but he new better than to sample that kind of poison. The last thing he wanted was to end up so drunk that he'd end up taking his mask off or running in front of a car. Even in Utopia, there could still be chaos.

The masked teen took a sit of his drink, feeling the caffeine and sugar start to take effect of his body immediately. The two chemicals had virtually the same effect on him as alcohol did on other people, without the loss of common sense or the hangover afterwards. Halfway through his soda, he got up and made his way over to the dance floor, far less self-conscious and determined to make the best of tonight.

It was a little disappointing when he didn't know what she was talking about, but she set it aside as she turned from him to go meet her friend. Demeter looked back over her shoulder at Aaron as she pressed through the crowd, still curious about him. She returned to gaze forward, eyes drifting down to her hand and she, several times, opened and closed it. When she bumped into someone she gave a small yelp, though when she realized it was the boy she'd met a week ago at this very place, she calmed.

If she remembered correctly, his name was Logan. His black hair and vibrant blue eyes were the only thing showing under his gorgeous emerald mask that slightly resembled a snake's scales. They chatted for several minutes before they went over to one of the walls to get out of the crowd. Overall Demeter felt calm around him, though the one thing that bothered her was the way his eyes kept flickering over her body, as if searching for something.

After a little while the blond began to search for Aaron again. She couldn't help but still be curious about him. Just the way he walked, talked, gave her the impression that he was hiding something, whether it was for her to know or not. But she wanted to know, and eventually, she'd have to find out. Demeter moved away from Logan to go find the redhead when she felt his fingers wrap around her wrist.

A little confused she turned back to him, and immediatly let out a small gasp. He had taken off his mask to reveal a stunning face with sharp features and delicate bronzed skin. Dumbfounded she took a step back, unsure exactly what to say other than for him to reunite the mask to its rightful place. When he refused she yanked her wrist away and turned from him. If he wanted to get in trouble with the law then so be it.

Instead of bothering with figuring out what to do about the dumb boy behind her, Demeter went straight through the crowd in search of the red-headed boy from earlier. It only took her a couple minutes to find him on the dancefloor. Beneith the blacklight her dress and eyes seemed to glow, giving her an eerie beauty. "Hey, sorry bout that. Old friend troubles," she said once she joined him.

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Jax left her new friends and walked onto the dance floor. She met up with a couple people she had met there the many times she'd been here. She danced, smiling and laughing. She watched some people take off their masks, whirling them around. She ignored them, dancing next to a cute guy.

She overheard Demeter and Aaron talking, and went over to Demeter. "Isn't the night so beautiful and new?" she asked Demeter, a smile creeping over her face. She was glad to find another rebellion group. She hoped they weren't violent. She left Demeter without waiting for an answer, walking over to the bar. She smiled at Aaron, ordering a neon blue drink. She sipped it, smiling.

Violators came in, grabbing the unmasked guys, tranquilizing everyone else. She grabbed Demeter and Aaron, pushing the tranquilized bartender out of the way and hid. They left, the club becoming eerily silent.

((Sorry! This is what happens when I try to right a novel in my free time. TT-TT))

Aaron stood at the edge of the dance floor, nodding his head to the music and tapping his foot in time with the beat. He wasn't really dancing, though. Everyone else was dancing in the exact same way, as if it had been choreographed ahead of time. Which, technically, it had. He wished they would switch to a Dark Ages song; then they'd be able to dance how they liked. With Utopian music, though, you had to know all the right moves, just like everyone else.

The redhead jumped as Demeter suddenly appeared virutally out of nowhere. Maybe he should consider an anti-anxiety medication? Taking a deep breath, he mustered a shy smile. "Hey," he greeted her simply, glancing over her shoulder at the guy she'd been talking to. He had his back turned, but he was pretty sure the guy had been masked as well. Aaron was curious as to what they'd been talking about, but what was he supposed to say exactly? 'So, what were you and you're boyfriend talking about that you clearly didn't want anyone else to hear?' Yeah, that would blow over well.

Luckily, he was saved the embarrassment of that scenario when Jax came up to them, asking Demeter the exact same question he'd been asked not moments before. At first, he thought it was just a normal inquiry about the weather, but now, he wasn't so sure. The redhead blushed slightly as the princess smiled at him, turning away quickly. This was getting weird.

And, of course, the night was about to get a whole lot crazier. He'd just been about to ask one of the girls if they might like to dance (and was prepared to be rejected, just in case.) when the the doors to the club were literally kicked in. After that, all he remembered was people shouting and himself being grabbed from behind and shoved behind the bar. Aaron knew better than to object, covering his head with his arms as bottle were shattered by stray traquilizer shots. The only thing going through his head were the words: 'How on Earth did I get into this mess?!?'

Suddenly, there was silence. Heart pounding a mile a minute, Aaron dared to sit up and peer over the counter. Everyone that had been dancing and partying not long ago was now slumped on the ground, unconscious. And why did the clun look emptier than it had been? Sighing in relief that whoever had crashed the party was gone, he ran his fingers through his hair- and almost screamed when he realized that something was missing.

His mask had fallen off.

As quickly as possible, he pulled his hood up and over his face before either of his companions could see the scars. "Hey, you guys alright?" he called over his shoulder to Demeter and Jax. "D-do either of you see my mask back there?"

Demeter was speechless, and that was a personal record for her since most of the time she chattered away joyfully. The princess was a... she.. what? She blinked, trying to comprehend exactly, not even bothering to respond in the correct manner; since Jax had heard her ask the same question earlier, it would be obvious what side she was on. "No way," she managed in almost a squeek. The only thing she could think to do was press forward, inquire of how the Princess, of all people, became a rebel. And at that very moment was when the screaming began.

Part of her knew it was coming, for as Jax began to move she was already on her way. The blonde neatly dove behind the bar, landing with one calf along the floor and the other leg up against her stomach. She peered through a knot-hole in the bar and watched as everything and everyone went down. It took her several seconds to collect herself; Brian was gone, his mask in pieces on the floor. That idiot, she thought bitterly, I always knew pulling him into the rebel side was going to end badly. Hopefully, the boy wouldn't rat out her name when they questioned him.

She was jostled back into reality as Aaron sat up, and her emerald eyes flickered quickly over to him to see if he was alright. But she felt her breath catch as she noticed his mask was gone. Lucky for him, he covered his face quickly, and though she hadn't gotten a good look, Demeter had noticed something odd. There were small markings on the side of his face that she presumed continued; birthmarks? tattoos? scars?

"I'll find it," she said quietly, standing, putting a hand to his shoulder as if to reassure him. As she searched around the edge of the bar and in the shattered bottle remains, the blonde ran through all the possibilities. For now, she couldn't put together the pieces, but she would. Eventually, anyway...

"Oh, here it is." Demeter grabbed it from several peices of broken glass and quickly joined him, pushing it to his hands so he could take it.

Jax just watched, walking out. She ran into an alley, tearing her mask off. Her beautiful face had its own secret. Her eyes could set a man in a coma or anything if he look too deep. Only one can stand her gaze, the horribly handicapped Jasper. It was her fault he was in a lab, scientists trying to make bigger and bigger handicaps for him. She grabbed a white tank and jeans from a deserted bag, also pulled an ugly red mask on her face, shirking her heels for black tennis shoes. She walked onto the street filled with drunken couples with masks, sober loners with earpieces, and in-between bystanders standing motionless with weights hanging from their arms and legs. She shivered, one of the loners pulling his letterman jacket off and pushing it into her arms. She thanked him silently, pushing her earphones back in place. She walked up a hill, sitting at the top.

Jax wondered if Demeter didn't understand her question, or was really working for the rebels, thinking Jax was an assassin for her father, the Emporer. She liked thinking without being interupted, which was not often. She noticed a figure coming up the mountain, horribly handicapped. She recognized him immediately. He is Jasper, record for having the most handicaps. He had long and matted hair, huge thick glasses, a clown nose, black nubs in his teeth, and raggedy clothing to set off his looks. He had 50 lb wieghts on each limb, an 100 lb weight on his chest, and a wooden object hanging around his neck to handicap his atheliticism; and finally huge headphones that sent off loud noises every five seconds. He staggered up to the teen girl's now standing figure, taking her hand in his large ones, setting my hand on his chest handicaps.

She took the chest handicaps off first, then the other limb handicaps. He broke the wood object off with a strangled sound, putting her hand to his face. She tore away the headphones, taking off the clown nose and glasses. He took off the black nubs, tearing the mask from her face. He kissed her passionately, his large hands holding her waist. She closed her eyes, pulling herself closer to him.

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As soon as Aaron caught sight of his mask out of the corner of his eye, his immediate response was to snatch in from the blonde's hand and press it back to his face. The feeling of cool plaster against his skin was a comfort and he instantly felt hiself calming back down. "Thanks," he murmured, his heartrate returning to normal. There was a part of him, though far less dominant that cried for him to leave his face uncovered, but fear overpowered that. Fear of what others would think, fear of being caught. The emotion of blind, dehabilitating terror was enough to stifle his desire to be truthful with his own face.

When the pounding inside his chest once again returned to a steady throb, the redhead finally brought himself to turn back to his companions. "What about you, Jax. You alri-" His voice cut off as he saw one girl behind him, not two. "Where's Jax?" Suddenly fearing the worst, he peered back over the bar. From what he could see, she wasn't among the unconscious. So where was she?

Sigh and asking himself how he managed to get into such a bizarre situation, he stood up, convinced that the danger was over. "Hope she's alright," he muttered to himself, genuinely concerned for the Princess he'd only met that night. Granted, from what he'd seen she could probably take care of herself. The redhead offered a hand to Demeter, unsure if she'd accept it but wanting to be polite. "Looks like the night out got cut short, huh?"

Demeter flinched a little at the speed to retreive his mask. Usually when her mask was off she enjoyed the fresh air upon her cheeks. Once more that feeling of curiosity filled her; what could he possibly be hiding? If his odd behaviour didn't give it away, it was the almost embarasement when he spoke or even uttered a sound. The blond frowned a little, debating on if she should ask. No, not down. They'd just met...

"She ran off somewhere, not sure where, though," she said, taking his hand and easily pulling herself to her feet. Demeter adjusted her own mask, wishing she could go home to take it off. "Yeah, short night... You can come to my place if you want. Maybe then we can actually talk... Really, right when I thought I'd get to make a friend that idiot asshole had to rip off his mask to try to impress me..." She folded her arms, disgusted.

"I don't understand people. What's on the outside means nothing as long as the inside is pure. But whatever. You coming or are you going to make a lady walk home alone?" she asked, now at the door since she'd moved as she spoke. She grinned a little under her mask, though tilted her head as if perplexed.

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... Yeah, I have no excuse for being gone this long. Is the RP dead? :(

[[I don't want it to be dead, so I'll keep posting!]]

((We will bring it back to life!! :D))

'Well, that explains the party crashers,' Aaron mused, wondering how crazy someone had to be to take off their mask in public. Not only was it a danger to the offender, but also to everyone around them. The unconcious forms sprawled across the floor were proof enough of that. "Well, you don't have to worry about me pulling a stunt like that. Trust me." It wasn't until after that statement had slipped through his lips that the redhead realized just how suspicious that might have sounded. He hoped she would just pass it off as him being weird and kindly leave it at that.

One thing she said really stuck out to him. "What's on the outside means nothing if what's on the inside is pure." People didn't think like that anymore. In this day and age, they were too preoccupied with appearance, strength, intelligence, the things that the government tried to supress. No one really seemed to consider what lay behind the handicaps. He was a perfect example. No one cared about his love of music or his skills as an artist. They just saw a mask, pressumed ther was a gorgeous face underneath, and that was all they needed to know. As far as others were concerened, he was just another mask in the crowd.

Demeter wasn't like that. She was different. And for once, different seemed like a good thing.

Aaron was incredibly thankful for his mask right then, knowing that underneath it, his face was probably doing a fabulous impression of a tomato. Demeter was asking him to walk her home? Was she flirting with him? He honestly had no idea. All he knew was that he must look like an idiot just standing there gawking. "Oh, uh, yes. I-I mean, no. I mean-- ugh..." Open mouth, insert foot. Story of his life. The redhead took a breath, hoping to try again. "Yes, I would be honored to walk you home." In retrospect, 'honored' may have been a tad too strong a word for normal conversation, but it was the best he could come up with, so he'd just have to live with that.

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Demeter's lips turned upwards in an amused smirk as the words tumbled uselessly from his mouth. It was odd to see someone with a mask so insecure with their word choice. But odd seemed to be the definition of this... fabulous night and she wasn't about to switch back to something normal. Because normal was far from normal. Normal in this era was perfection, equality. And because of this 'perfection', the different side of the spectrum had been lost. She'd always been a fan of the unnatural, the different, and as the time had progressed to this state or normal her attraction to the world around her had decreased exponentially. Shaking off the thoughts with a light, almost inaudible chuckle, the blonde pushed open the door. Was it odd to ask someone she'd just met to walk her home? Yes, yes it was. Well, at least it wasn't normal.

"So Aaron," she began as she waited for him to join her. "I trust you aren't the type for crowds? You seem different from the rest." Her emerald eyes flickered to the road where couples chatted softly and the modern-day cars raced silently by. "I intend to find out what part of you is different, so don't hold it back from me. I may be categorized as beautiful, but it's a terrible label as I am not normal." Perfect, I mean. "Of course, you'll probably want to know why Jax and I were talking oddly to each other. I'll tell you," she paused and flashed him a mischeivious smile, "if you can make me."

Relieved his awkwardness hadn't made her think any less of him, Aaron smiled and followed Demeter out into the night, avoiding passed-out bodies as he went. This had certainly been an eventful day, if nothing else. And despite the terror of being caught in the crossfire of a tranquilizer firefight and losing his mask for a spliit second, it had actually been... enjoyable. There was something kind of wonderful about knowing that what he'd experienced tonight had been a rare occurence. You didn't get a whole lot of chances like that in Utopia. And while he wasn't really one for adrenaline rushes, even he had to relish in the moment just a bit.

The tinge of ecstacy faded away, though, as Demeter spoke again. The blonde was far to perceptive for her (or his) own good. "Yeah. I guess you could say that." Despite his anxiety, a small part of him was actually thrilled. After over a decade, one person out of thousands was finally seeing him for what he really was: a flawed human rather than a perfect clone. That realization had a way of both scaring and exciting him. Demeter could see who he was, of that he was certain. The question was whether or not she would accept it. "With all due respect, I'm kinda planning on keeping that to myself as long as possible."

By this point, he'd almost forgotten about the strange incident with Demeter and Jax's question. Now that the subject had been brought up again, his curiousity was also back with a vengeance. "Yeah... What was that all about," he mused, more to himself than his companion. it would appear he wasn't the only one with a secret or two.

Aaron blinked in surprise at the blonde's next line. She was toying with him, dangling some intriguing bit of information right in front of his face. The redhead's expression split into a smirk. Well, two could play at that game. "Oh, is that a challenge? You should know that I don't back down from those easily."

The blonde pursed her lips as Aaron expertly shot back at her sly comment. As they began on her way, she shifted her eyes to the moonlight. If there was one thing that hadn't changed, it was the sky. It was always overhead, always watching, and always waiting to see a change in this awful world. Demeter's emerald eyes, which seemed to pop even in the darkness, swept over to the redhead momentarily before flicking back to the sidewalk. "Good, I don't like it when people get all squeemish about having a little game. And just so you are aware, I'm not the type of girl who's gonna sit back and let others drag me around." It was true. Underneath her exceptionally nice appearance, she was just one more tomboy waiting to burst forth. She didn't like being controlled and that was a fact. Perhaps this was the reason she'd chosen to be a rebel against the Utopian government.

It was all too soon before the sidewalk to her front-door appeared before them. Her house wasn't the largest, fanciest little thing but she was fairly wealthy so it wasn't some pigsty. Demeter led the way up to the front door and though it looked as if she was unlocking the door, her foot was silently pressing at a cut-out in one of the floor-boards. It was just a precaution to keep strangers out of the house. The door wouldn't open unless the floor-board was pressed down while the key was in the lock. Humming quietly to herself, she pushed the door open and after removing her shoes pressed inside the house. "You need a drink or anything? I've got sodas, coffee, anything you can really think of in the kitchen," she said warmly.

The interior of the house was a lot more impressive than the outside shell. It was, of course, fashioned to match the time period, though with her own little twist. Both the tiled floor and the walls were a midnight glossy black, though were lit up by the numerous lights in the room. Between the tiles were strands of white light that led the way around the house. Each wall was decorated with a different design of neon lights; again, futuristic. The furniture itself were neon colors, mostly bright blues and greens, and stuck out from the walls. It was a truely impressive - though abstract - household.