Talon Day's Story

"...sou da ne sou da ne. Anata ga taereba sumu koto da kara. Sou yatte sou yatte jibun o gomakashitsuzukete. FURAI AWEI FURAI AWEI mou no hou kara SAIN o okuru yo. Tsuyogaru bakari ja tsukareru desho..."
Oh yes. Oh yes. Everything will be fine if you just put up with it. Please do that. Please do that. Please keep deceiving yourself.
Fly away. Fly away. I will send some signs to you this time. If you keep acting so tough, you'll tire yourself out, you know?
Talon's tiny room was unlike any other tiny room within the consummate bleached propaganda farm, for all four walls were painted black, the siding had become victim to multiple coats of a metallic silver sheen.
The square windows, every window in the house, was draped over with heavy black velvet curtains that she practically stapled there, all but the set veiling her bedroom windowpanes. Her window was swung open, her slender ivory legs dangling over its edge. Her own ear buds shoved into her ears, blasted Yuzuki Yukari's newest cover, "Hurting for a Very Hurtful Pain." Today, as she witnessed a boy casually strolling down the street, after picking up a thin but heavy stone she'd found laying in the side of the main road, Talon decided that something was going to happen.
She was going to start a fight. With all her strength, Talon Day threw the stone at the boy.

Hasson continued walking, oblivious to the incoming projectile. He was too caught up in his own music to notice the stone until it hit. With a loud smack, it caught the boy right on the side of the head, exploding his vision into swirls of color and stars. He felt a warm trickle of blood through the stinging pain, and angrily turned to the source of the trouble...then stopped.
He stared up at the girl before him and knew full well who she was, though he had never met her in person. Talon Day, the girl that refused to fit in. Her dress was out of uniform, her colors were any that were against the norm. And she didn't mind breaking a few rules. With a smirk, he grabbed the stone, shoving it in his pocket as he turned away from the girl. He'd have his fun later, when he could play around with his computer without fear of prying eyes.

His...plans, would soon be interrupted. Talon would then proceed to perform a sudden action that Hasson would never witness anyone even the slightest bit stable even comprehend; the girl would, after a long moment, leap from her second story bedroom window, her white combat boots hitting the pavement without so much as a single sound. Talon Day. The one individual youth unwilling to conform to the Screaming Man Complex's blatant whitewashing was now standing before him, icy blue lips contorted into a mischievous smirk, delicate hands on her curvy hips. "I expected a better reaction from you, birdy. Although, the little mockingbird wouldn't usually have much to sing about..." Her fingers wrapped around his headphones, pulling them down around his neck.

The boy just smirked, his dark eyes flashing. "Maybe this bird isn't afraid of the sharp Talon like most people are." He looked her up and down, judging her strength and watching her reactions. She looked quite odd in her combat boots and dark dress. He couldn't deny that she was quite good looking. And looking into her eyes, he knew she was like him. She hated this place, the boring uniform houses, all the rules and policies...She was waiting for something...anything...to happen.
"You aren't like the normal zealots in this shithole. you don't act like you're a trained monkey." He looked her in the eyes, judging her reaction to his words.

"I've taken chemical baths, had my music up too damn loud for those poor, pathetic ears that are strained to hear our every reaction to their rulings. Name it, and I've done it. So, what have you done recently, naughty little bird? Enlighten me with your tales of mischief..." Talon sat down upon the ground, pulling Hasson down beside her, "...and I won't take that rock out of your pocket to break your pretty fingers with it." Her half-serious tone made it seem as if she was joking, but at the same time serious.

"Run regular bath water, dump a shit ton of household chemicals, and...occasionally poisons into it, like bleach and gasoline. How do you think I got my skin to be so colorless?" The way she spoke about such dangerous activities would make it seem like she had performed them before - but who in their right mind would even do it, much less talk about it? Apparently, Talon. "You know...one of these baths could really help your complexion." Slipping her hand into his pocket, she pulled out the stone and pressed it against his fingers. "It'll happen if you piss me off."

"I think I'll pass on the chem bath, thank you. Don't know why you'd even try..." Hasson mumbled the last part. He kept his fingers still, trusting that she wouldn't break his fingers. For some reason, he felt he could trust her. He didn't know why, he just felt like they were connected somehow. He shook his head. "Isn't it dangerous, though?"

Beneath her bangs, her eyes lit up like stars. Or, in this case, raging hellfire. "Like Hell it is, birdy! But at the same time it makes me feel alive, through the agonising burning." She...felt as if she could trust him, at least to the point where she believed he wouldn't turn her in.
Talon tossed the stone, watching it skid across the pavement and hit a nearby trash can. That...would raise a question. If the chemicals burned her flesh, then why weren't there marks to show for it, or even scarring? Her figure was clear of such things.