Snippet #2150217

EARTH

"Touch me," the Calvin Klein model said with a confident grin.

Aurora pressed her body against his chest, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips as the man held her up by her small waist. Her asymmetrical black hair fell softly against her skin, the white streaks in them bright against the fluorescent lights. Aurora had attempted to dye her hair multiple times but she'd wake up the next day and the white streaks would come back with a ferocity so she gave up after some time. Aurora pressed her slim body against the model's, her long legs clad in jeans and her upper body partially covered in a black bra.

The click of a camera sounded as the artificial lighting momentarily blinded the two models. A flamboyant photographer cooed as he circled them with his heavy DSLR with its humongous lens, Aurora resisted the urge to roll her eyes as 'Satisfaction' hummed in the background.

"Break time!" Flamboyant Photographer sing-songed. Aurora slid down the length of the muscular man's body until her feet touched the sandy ground. Honestly, she didn't understand why they needed extra lights when the Sun was so bloody bright.

Her cheap phone vibrated on the bench she'd placed it on, she looked up at the curious bystanders outside the barred zone of the shooting. She raised a trimmed and brushed eyebrow at a group of men who were flexing their thick arms at her as she picked up her small plastic phone. "Who is this?" Aurora asked in her soft Australian accent. She'd lived with an Australian family for much of her childhood - they were douche bags.

"Aww, no introduction? A kind hello?" asked a raspy male on the other end, he sounded like he smoked 6 packs a day. He probably does. Aurora pulled the phone from her ear to look at who was calling before putting the phone back to her ear.

"Why are you calling from the police station?" she asked.

"Relax. I just stole a traffic light or two..." he mumbled before giggling like a drunk little girl.

"Stop it! Of course I know I'm the greatest person the Earth has ever been blessed with," she yelled loudly, eyeing her surroundings before whispering, "You're paying for the food for a month." Aurora hung up.

Slipping on a translucent white button-up shirt, she vaguely waved goodbye before jogging from the beach to the police station. She breathed some Air into her feet, allowing her to take larger strides. The Air she created gave her an extra lift - if you looked closely enough, you could see her feet were not touching the ground.

When Aurora entered the police station, she spotted the man who'd called her immediately. He sat behind the bars, his face sunken and his eyes dull. Aurora had stayed clean for nearly a month now but most of the Leftovers, if not all, were still hooked. "Aurie!" he gasped in relief, shaking the unmovable bars.

"Your brother?" the police asked. "Mike Lockhart?"

"Yeah," Aurora shoved a handful of large dollar notes into his hand, "Keep the change." Remove this from his record.

Aurora went under the last name "Lockhart" - according to her fake ID, she was an 20 year old woman who'd graduated from University early. Then again, this was just one of her fake identities. She used it the most often, especially for modelling, but she had a lot more stashed in the Den.

Mike hugged his face to her chest when they were outside. Aurora growled and smacked his head away before setting a lock of his hair on fire. Mike jumped, smacking his hair to get rid of the scorching flames. Aurora smirked, her jeans hugging her curvy figure. Under her translucent shirt, her peculiar birthmarks of small black birds flying over her shoulder moved for the first time. Aurora did not notice anything but a slight tingling in her back as her birds' wings fluttered beneath her skin. They did not fly away, however, but instead waited for Someone to come.

Aurora's breathy, sugary voice spoke in a lilting Australian, "You should be a woman but your beards do not allow me to interpret you as such."