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Character Portrait: Ismay La Wolfe Character Portrait: Simon Faust Character Portrait: Skylar Faust
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"So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons.
And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even
if we don't have the power to choose where we come
from, we can still choose where we go from there. We
can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about
them."
— Stephen Chbosky

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Skylar decidedly wasn't a fan of flying.

It wasn't the sensation of flying itself that was the problem so much as it was the other passengers, and being confined to an inescapable metal tube with wings hundreds of thousands of feet in the air. At any moment, her brother next to her could get an itchy nose and sneeze himself right out of the aircraft to find he was suddenly skydiving without a parachute...but we're jumping ahead of ourselves here.

The siblings boarded the plane and found their, undoubtedly, cheap seats; clamped on their lap belts and waited patiently. They were fortunate enough to have seating side by side, Simon with the window seat naturally, which was a relief as Skylar felt that she might've scratched the eyes out of any poor slub that got the least bit sleepy and leaned his fat head onto her shoulder. Personal space, dude. And she didn't want to be separated from Simon even for a second, appreciative at being able to keep a firm eye on her sullen sibling who still had no insight as to why Skylar had agreed to this trip in the first place, that she was so concerned about his current condition that she'd concede to live at some school overseas for the genetically weird and freakish. The plane gave a shudder, pulled back and taxied slowly to the runway. There it stopped for a few moments and then with a terrifying amount of speed, lifted off.

The buoyant feeling that followed was incredible.

Her nails dug into the arm rest between her brother and herself, not out of fear but merely adrenaline. Her younger sibling still took her hand as to comfort her, and she squeezed it back gratefully in gesture. Despite being effectively trapped, she felt as free as a bird...for about all of 3.5 seconds. As the plane climbed in smooth steps, she could see past her brothers tension drawn, square shoulders through the window to the airport building and the waiting planes below as they grew smaller and smaller in the distance until they looked like model toys. The city lied glittering beneath them, dropping further back every moment along with the only life they had ever known. She slid a sidelong glance at Simon, gauging his reaction and he seemed alright, not fearful nor in awe, simply annoyed and vaguely pejorative; looking out at the soft boughs of the clouds like he were a contemplative character from something Hemmingway. He had always had a flare for the dramatic. It figured. Skylar tried to imagine how peaceful flying might've been were she alone and not worrying about her brother, the sole passenger, in first class...or perhaps piloting the flight herself...but daydreaming was silly and impractical, things like that were never to be a reality. Not for someone like her.

She huffed out a sigh and glared at a baby in her mothers arms across the isle from her seat that seemed Hell bent on crying the entire miserable trip, obviously uncomfortable with the close proximity to the strange passengers as Sky was. She only looked away when her depreciative expression didn't seem to be effective...and because she could sympathize, but she wasn't a crier and never had been. To her left, Simon began humming some Metallica, a smirk dancing across his lips. He knew how to keep his sister calm. She stifled a snort in response.

A few excruciating and nerve wracked hours, like roughly sixteen or so, and they'd be landing in Rome. Leaving the country was a big deal to the impoverish pair, Sky had never even traveled outside of New York, barring that one time she took Simon on a day trip out to Ellis Island just hoping to see him smile for once--a glimmer of that rakish boy she knew at seven years old that despite being half the size of other boys his age bore the most temerity of them all. All she had in her possession was a army rucksack from the Goodwill, slight enough to fit over her narrow shoulders, full of clothes in the over head bin; and the bags under her eyes from a restless night before. It wasn't much to be bringing into a new life, but it was all she could manage. She couldn't afford to waste energy worrying about such details.

The aircraft touched down at the Roman terminal not a second too soon; the plane barely had time to roll to a complete stop before Sky was out of her seat and had her bag down and her brother by the arm, pulling him past the grumpy and stiff passengers dawdling in their seats while she took two rows at a time in stride. They were funneled into the airport amidst a tempest of travelers to be overwhelmed by the scope of it all. Dorothy and Toto weren't in Kansas anymore. Not that New York wasn't sizable, it was huge, but this was...just different. Trying to put that difference there into words was like handing a monkey a typewriter and asking it to produce Shakespeare. It could not be done. She traversed past three help desks before getting effectively lost so she had to double back to the gate. It was there she spotted a waifish girl hunched over in a plastic chair that fit this elusive Ismay's description. Skylar wandered over, still clutching her brother's coat sleeve, and cleared her throat, steeling herself for any weirdness.