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Isaac O'Cassedy

"the tree that survives a storm is the one that moves with the wind rather than the one that stands stiff and tries to fight the blows." -i.o.

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a character in “Emotion”, as played by nations

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"the tree that survives a storm is the one that moves with the wind rather than the one that stands stiff and tries to fight the blows."
- isaac o'cassedy




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n i c k n a m e s x // x None

a g e x // xSixteen

g e n d e r x // xMale

s e x u a l i t y x // xHeterosexual

s p e c i e s x // xHuman

r o l e x // xPassiveness






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D E M E A N O R


h e i g h t x // x6’2”

w e i g h t x // x135 LBS

a p p e a r a n c e x // x Isaac's tall stature and thin body make him look like a walking stick and the fact that he tends to slump over and not stand up straight make him seem even thinner than he and ready to be blown away by the wind. Isaac has black curly hair that is surprisingly soft in texture. His blue-gray eyes, the color of a stormy sky, are his most prominent feature. They often reflect a sort of sadness and fear, but he never looks at a person in the eye long enough for them to really see.

s t y l e x // x Isaac wears baggy clothes and long-sleeved shirts in order to hide any bruises even when it is extremely hot outside. He also likes to wear large hoodies. Isaac always has his earphones at hand, whether on his ears or around his neck, so that he can listen to music. He also carries a pocket knife in his wallet that he has never used, even though he should in order to defend himself. He also wears glasses whenever his contacts irritate his eyes.

o d d i t i e s x // x Isaac doesn't have any piercings or tattoos. In fact, he swears he will never get any since his hidden bruises have made him hate anything that marks his skin.






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A D O R E S

m u s i c x // x Something to drown his thoughts.
f a m i l y x // x The only people he would do anything for.
b i c y c l e x // x Isaac doesn't have a car but at least he loves his bycicle.



A B H O R S

b u l l i e s x // x Ever-present in his life, they make every day a struggle.
i m m u n e s y s t e m x // x Isaac's immune system is rather weak and it angers him that it prevents him from doing a lot of things.
b r u i s e s x // x They're so hard to cover.



Q U I R K S & H A B I T S

Isaac has a flinch in his right eye that happens pretty often, especially when he's not wearing his glasses. He also never looks at anyone in the eye, instead looking at everywhere except the person he is speaking to.


O T H E R

Isaac is allergic to fish but doesn't have any other medical conditions now during his teenage years. He does have a lower immune system but he offsets the dangers of flu season with shots and vitamins.





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P E R S O N A L I T Y
x quiet xx timid xx attentive xx passive x


One thing about Isaac: you probably won't notice him unless you're looking for him. Considering that Isaac rarely speaks out in public and has learned to keep his eyes down, most people forget that he's there, especially in class, unless you're that one of those people that enjoy bothering him. Far from having a calm aura, Isaac is one those people that emits an aura of submissiveness and fear, flinching at the smallest movement towards him that could seem threatening. And to him, it's very often since he has learned that most people that talk to him end up causing trouble. When he is confronted with problems, even if it's just over classwork in a group, Isaac will not speak or defend himself. This often allows people to take advantage of him and Issac ends up doing things he shouldn't, such taking heavy portions of group projects. In more serious scenarios, it means that he will not stand up for other people, even if he sees an injustice being done and wants to stop it, or that he will defend himself against verbal or physical abuse.

Isaac does have a friend he hangs out with but he doesn't have many classes with him this year, or even lunch. Around this friend and his family, Isaac is still quiet but he will speak out more freely and smile a lot more than he normally does in public. In fact, you wouldn't expect it from him, but Isaac is very attached and caring towards his sister. He swears he would do anything and fight anyone if it means protecting Jianni. Of course, that really has not been tested.

With him being quiet and always being outside of circles, Isaac has developed a habit of noticing small details. He knows all of his classmates' names and can see when someone is going through a tough time like him. Not that he is able to muster up the courage to do anything about it, even if it's just speaking with them.






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H I S T O R Y


Isaac O'Cassedy was born in Toronto, Canada by accident. His parents were visiting Shanelle's family in Canada since her mother had gotten very sick while his Shanelle was pregnant despite the doctor recommending that against the trip since Shanelle would be due in just a couple of weeks. Isaac came three weeks earlier and was a premature baby, meaning that his first few weeks of life were spent in the hospital. His father returned to Boston, where they lived, earlier and Shanelle followed suit two months later with Isaac.

From the beginning, Isaac had problems. As a premature baby, he was smaller than most and he did end up being a sickly child which meant that he could not leave the house for the majority of the time. He had to stay home and was not really allowed to interact with children. He ended up being homeschooled until middle school. Unable to fight back due to his size and him never having to deal with this before, Isaac was forced to take in the humiliating words and the punches that did happen in the locker room every so often.

Isaac was born into a mixed couple, with Michelle being Caucasian and Shanelle of a Caribbean descent. When his parents saw that Isaac was born with blue eyes, they thought that he was very beautiful and unique. Some people, however, did not see it this way. Kids in school would taunt him and tell him that he looked like a freak since no one with dark skin had light eyes. Again, Isaac was forced into seclusion. He did manage to make a few friends and would just hang out with them whenever possible, such as in the library where they would eat lunch.

Isaac's parents noticed this and were worried about their son. They did everything they could to help him, as much as speaking to the principal and taking Isaac to psychologists, but the bullying did not cease. They wanted to love Isaac to another school, but Isaac was afraid of losing the few friends he had made and that he wouldn't be able to make any more at another school.

So, high school passed. I'm the meantime, Isaac did get a little sister. Only for her he would muster up any courage, or at least he thinks so, but considering that she is only five years old, there are really no mean kids Isaac would need to stand up against to protect his little sister (and again, she's only five so it's not like he would be fighting little five-year-olds).

Things didn't get any better and high school was another problem. Isaac applied for an advanced program, hoping that maybe a group of students more oriented towards education would be more accepting. He was completely wrong and instead found himself amongst a very competitive crowd, considering that most aimed for the highest grade point average and the most extracurricular activities. Some kids bothered him for the way he was so quiet and awkward, especially around girls, and a few others that saw how intelligent and dedicated he was bothered him out of activities and out of participating in clubs and activities when they noticed that they could easily scare him off.

Then, Isaac's father was transferred to another city, which is how he came to this school. Isaac hasn't been there for more than six months and is now a junior, it the teasing and bullying has not stopped. He seems to be a magnet to mean kids and has yet to stand up to defend himself.





h e x c o d e x // x # 8 A 4 3 4 B x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x Tyrone Smithers x // x c r e a t o r x // x Nations x // x c s x // x Scar.-

So begins...

Isaac O'Cassedy's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Chris A. Beasley Character Portrait: Ettie Miller Character Portrait: Bodhi Linch Character Portrait: Isaac O'Cassedy Character Portrait: Zoe Spencer Character Portrait: Bernadette Novak Character Portrait: Kyler R. Han Character Portrait: Ollie Stevens Character Portrait: Ivy Warren Character Portrait: Renan Bittencourt

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To the untrained eye, there was nothing particularly wrong with the world - well, besides the norm (because to be honest, there was always a problem in the world).

However, to the Aequus, and the Universe, the humans will definitely drive their entire race to extinction if they kept going at this rate.

Sure, the world had it's fair share of problems in the past. People starving. Rather feeble viruses killing thousands. But those problems were improved by science, technology. Those problems were simply little obstacles in humanity's climb to greatness. No path is ever completely smooth. The problems of the past were merely the inevitable in evolution.

Present-day problems, however, were much different. Starvation and war may have similar effects, but they are two very different things. Starvation is the lack of food, most likely humanity populating too quickly for their agriculture to catch up. War, however, is propelled solely by emotions taken to the extreme. There are many other problems in present-day Earth, and nearly all of have to do with emotions.

Therefore, the Aequus were in trouble.

Love had gotten out of hand. It was natural for one emotion to intermingle with others, but Love almost completely used the other emotions for her own. It threw the balance off for all the rest of the emotions, which was definitely not good. Happiness's process of neglecting her duties was more complex; it happened over a rather long period of time. She was mesmerized by the humans, who managed to remain free despite the Aequus controlling their emotions. Once her duty to her job had faltered, it was hard to bounce back from it. She kept neglecting her duties, slowly but surely. She had tried to go back to her previous self, when making the balance of happiness perfect came naturally to her, but it was like walking into quicksand; the deeper she went, the harder it was to come back out.

However, Sadness' situation, on the other hand, was a bit different. He committed to his duties, keeping the balance of sadness in the world intact. But as technology and science evolved on Earth, conflict did too. As World Wars kept coming and people kept dying, the overwhelming sadness in the world was enough to strain Sadness himself. He had changed, after World War II. He became insensitive, relentless, reckless. Instead of the sadness destroying him, he was destroying sadness.

If Anger walked the earth as a pure, mortal human, she would be described as...mentally disturbed, perhaps. She was a tad more unstable than the rest of the Aequus. She had become disappointed in the world's use of anger. The wars were so petty...the anger in them was wasteful. Anger was forced to start World War II by making the anger of the European countries at Hitler explode, allowing them to defend themselves. Anger didn't like that war. World domination...the cause was empty. So she helped ISIS, and it was safe to say that no one liked that.

Fear had let power overwhelm her. In humanity, fear was always powerful. Many times, fear was in control. Fear grew obsessed with that. She relished the feeling of the large doses of fear and anger flowing through the world (which Anger was not happy about), and soon enough, in her obsession, fear in the world grew out of control.

The Aequus lost their sight of their duty. All five of the major emotions have earned themselves a place among humans. Their purpose is to teach a mortal the purpose of their emotion - perhaps, they are to teach themselves as well. The Aequus have forgotten their significance.

It's time for them to remember.

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Chris tapped her foot on the wooden floor of the gym. She was bored. Apparently, she was fast at changing, and everybody else was dreadfully slow. Sure, there were a few students already out of the locker rooms, but about 95% of them were still doing their thing.

Chris was supposedly lucky, since her human, Isaac O'Cassedy, was in her gym class as well. She had a chance to scope things out, making it easier for her to fix him up, and leave this damned Earth.

Nothing against Earth...but high school was dull.

Apparently, Chris had just jinxed something by thinking that. There was a commotion near the boys' locker room, as Isaac entered the gym with a trail of bullies following him, jeering at him. He made no move to defend himself.

Chris' eyes narrowed. It was disappointing how weak he was. He was over a foot taller than her, for goodness sake! Apparently, the running trend here in human high schools was that the taller, bigger dudes were more intimidating. Of course, Chris - and Zoe, also known as Fear - were exceptions. But intimidating people was kind of their jobs.

"Aw, come on Cassie," the biggest one of the boys, obviously the ringleader. He shoved the blue-eyed boy (who was actually taller than him), making him bump into a girl, who jumped, shoving Isaac off of her. The boys chortled with laughter, but the girl as obviously not pleased. She scowled, shooting both Isaac at his bullies a withering glare, stomping away to her brunette friend, who was coming out of the girls' locker room. Chris decided to speak up. Sometimes her fellow emotions thought, since she was Anger, that'd she supported bullying, but that wasn't the case. Especially since the spectacle in front of her involved very, very little anger.

"Sod off," she said, almost in a bored tone. That definitely caught the bullies' attention. Some of them recognized her, and stepped to the background. The ringleader clearly wasn't intimidated, but then again, Chris wasn't acting very intimidating.

"Are you a British bitch or what?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes. What was ironic was that Chris actually was British - well, 80% British. Anger wouldn't know too much about Brits, she specialized in anger, but her human form was mainly British. Okay, sod off is probably a British term. Good to know.

"I am British, and I am a bitch - well, more of an ass than a bitch," Chris replied smartly, although her tone was light and almost mocking in a distinct way. "But you aren't in the position to say that about me. Please, do yourself a favor and stop being a baby looking to seem tough through pushing someone around. Really, it gives you a bad rep." Chris smiled in almost a friendly manner, if it weren't for that almost creepy gleam in her eye that appeared in times like this. "Just some friendly advice. If you want to get the girl - or guy, I don't assume people's sexualities - then you should back off before your face gets really messed up. Of course, you should also back off 'cause no one likes people like you, but you get the idea. Hopefully. Explaining this stuff really ruins the effect."

The ringleader of the group glared at her. Chris smiled back at him in almost a Cheshire-grin kind of way - except without the teeth. He scowled, but backed off. Chris turned back to Isaac. "I freak people out like that all the time," she said cheerily, before turning back to the assembling group of students.


if someone makes you so angry, take a deep breath, count to ten, and kill him immediately.

"Today we are starting our self-defense unit, which we will be doing for the next few weeks..." Coach Mohammad Hase - apparently his last name was German - droned on as Chris' attention started to fade. She had ADHD. You couldn't blame her.

"You will be pairing up," the coach continued, "choose your partners wisely. As we learn new skills, we will be practice fighting against each other. And by all means, you are not to harm anybody. This is self-defense, not swordfighting."

The ringleader of Isaac's bullies - Chris learned that his name was Rui Lynch - had a certain gleam in his eye as he stared at Isaac. The coach released the class to find their partners. Of course, Chris was going to choose Isaac - she had a damn job, after all - but Chris being Chris, she couldn't resist saying something to Rui.

"Have a crush on him?" Chris mentioned mildly, referring to Rui staring at Isaac in the "oh watch your back, Cassie" kind of way. Ha. Of course Rui didn't have a crush on Isaac, but Chris just loved getting on people's nerves sometimes.

The tall dark-haired boy whipped his head around. His eyes were smoldering. Chris flashed him an almost friendly version of a predatory smile. He was getting angry. Of course, Chris was going to like that. Despite her quick temper, she was usually the one who got others angry - it was her job, after all.

"Just a piece of friendly advice," Chris dropped her voice to a semi-whisper, "don't stare at the people you're crushing on. It's fine for most people, but for you...well, it makes you look like a stalker who's the son of Godzilla." With that sentence, Chris smiled cheerily, before sauntering off in Isaac's direction.

"'Sup, O'Cassedy," she said. "We're partners. But don't be concerned, I'm good at this thing."

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"Je vais vous permettre de choisir votre partenaire," Mrs. Cécile Fabron, Kyler's French teacher, spoke in her usual manner. In Mrs. Fabron's class, she would usually say everything in French, point to someone random, and expect them to translate it. Of course, this was an advanced class, so the technique had a relatively high success rate. If someone didn't get it correct, Ms. Fabron would get someone else to correct them, and teach the student what they got wrong in the translation.

The near-gaunt French teacher pointed at Desirae Toole, one of the popular students in school, to translate, a strand of mousy brown hair falling from her rather loose bun in the process. Desirae straightened up. The blonde, like Kyler, wasn't an especially good student. But like Ky, her best subject was French.

"I will allow you to choose your partner," Desirae translated. Ms. Fabron nodded sharply in approval, turning to the board. The brunette woman then explained how she wanted the partner project done; anything on French culture, from food to the military, it didn't matter. Each pair was to make a poster board on their findings, and everything had to be in French. A single thing in English, and points would be taken off.

"Votre choix de partenaire sera soit un coup de génie, soit votre chute!" Ms. Fabron shouted, slamming her ruler on the desk. Everybody jumped in their seats, and using the ruler, Ms. Fabron pointed towards Ky, making a whipping sound in the process. The student she almost whacked winced painfully.

"Um...your choice of partner will be either a stroke of genius or your fall!" Kyler translated, slightly startled by Ms. Fabron's...ruler work. The French teacher slammed her ruler on her desk once again. She leaned forward, eyes unnaturally wide, her head sticking out in Ky's direction. If this were a cartoon, Ms. Fabron's eyeballs would be popping out of her head.

"There is no 'um'!" she hissed sharply in French. "What you said was not grammatically correct!" With that, Ms. Fabron slammed her ruler on her table once again, turning around towards the whiteboard.

Yeah, she could be a bit kooky at times.

The whiteboard had a list of every single topic you could choose to do the project on - only one pair per project. "When you have successfully found a partner," Ms. Fabron finally said something in English, before switching back to French, "come to me with your topic request. French only." Ms. Fabron had drawled out the last part. "Begin!"

Kyler wasn't sure who to partner up with - despite his popularity, he wasn't especially good at academics, so people tended to avoid him. Now Ky just needed to find a partner who wouldn't reject him - or better yet, a partner who'd approach Kyler themselves.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Chris A. Beasley Character Portrait: Ettie Miller Character Portrait: Bodhi Linch Character Portrait: Isaac O'Cassedy Character Portrait: Zoe Spencer Character Portrait: Bernadette Novak Character Portrait: Ollie Stevens Character Portrait: Ivy Warren

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Berny, like always, was punctual and sitting at the front of the classroom in the center desk. She had her notebook opened to a clean page, sitting precisely in the center of her little desk with a freshly sharpened pencil a top it. It's not that she particularly liked Geometry more or less than any of the other subjects she was taking. But, she refused to fail a class... even if that wasn't the purpose for her being her. Plus, she read enough books in her very long lifetime to make it almost impossible to fail classes.

She smiled and wiggled her fingers as some of her classmates that entered the room acknowledged her. Of course, Bern let her gaze drift over to her human every so often. But, only when she was certain he wasn't looking. None of this would work if she came storming in like a bat of hell, determined to change someone's ways. So, staring at them like a gawking school girl is not the way to do this. Although, she'd be blind if she hadn't noticed some of the other girls in their school looking at him.

Ollie seemed like the type that would prefer to go completely unnoticed. And for the most part, Berny thought he succeeded. He kept to himself, was quiet and sheepish. But, he was attractive. It's hard for anyone who looks anything above average to remain hidden for long enough. Although she doesn't know personally. She's been told by Chris on multiple occasions that she's about as noticeable as Christmas lights in June... Bern doesn't really do that whole blending in thing.

As the bell rang, Mr. Miller walked into the classroom and greeted the class. "Hello class. I hope you all had a good and rested weekend. As you know for the past couple weeks we have been focusing on trigonometry using sine, cosine and tangent to fine angles, side lengths and surface areas of triangles. Since some of us did not do so well on the test, me being the gracious teacher I am... I'm giving you all the chance to make up the grade. Or, for those of you who passed with flying colors-" He looked right at Bern with a nod of his head. "An opportunity for some extra credit."

Mr. Miller walked over to his desk, taking a seat. He pulled out the remote for the projector and turned it on. Then he clicked around on his computer until the assignment popped up on the screen. He stood back up and went up beside the board. "Everyone will choose a partner. You will have to go out into the real world." He then waved his hands around pretending to be scared, making the class chuckle. "Oooohhh scary. But, yes. The real world. You have to find twenty triangles either from trees, a play set, an escalator at the mall... Where ever. Just, twenty triangles. You need to use the pythagorean theorem, sine, cosine and tangent to find the angles, lengths of the sides and area of each triangle. You have until this time next week to turn it in. You will only have today's class to choose a partner and figure out your plan. The rest of the project must be done outside of class. You must take a picture of each triangle. And... If you use anything within the school as a triangle, I will know and you will get no credit for the assignment."

So, naturally, the whole class began to groan and whine about having to do a project that involved so much out of school work. But what did they expect? It's not like teacher's give do overs for failing a test easily. They'd have to work for it. Bern wasn't put off about it as everyone else was. Extra credit was always a nice boost to the GPA. But more specifically, she knew someone who could also use the boost. And it so happen to be her human...

Bern, quickly snatched up her things and stood up from her desk. She wasn't expecting the audience of eager eyes all gazing up at her as she turned to face the classroom. She didn't have to be an emotion to be able to sense that everyone was waiting on her to choose a partner or all pounce at once. She was the smartest in the class, so it only seemed fitting they'd want her as a partner.

Before they could all attack her at once, she snaked her way through the desks over to Ollie's. Her grasp on her books tightened when she stopped beside his desk. She bit her bottom lip, rocking back and forth on her heels before finally speaking up. "Hey Ollie." She smiled down at him, giving a slight wave of her fingers as she addressed him. "Would you maybe want to partner up?" Berny stood there silent for a moment before adding another comment. "I have a couple good ideas... And a camera." She laughed softly.

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Bodhi sat at the desk farthest possible from the front of the room but in the aisle that was closest to the exit. Honestly, he didn't even remember which class it was. Not like he cared. He knew he was in the right class room... Right seat. That was good enough for him. He never came prepared. Bodhi didn't know if he even owned a notebook. He had a pencil though... Partial credit.

He had his ear buds snaked up through the sleeve of his jacket, and his cheek resting in the palm of his hand so that he could listen to music from his phone in his pocket. Bodhi's eyes were closed, his head bobbing to the beat of the song along with his foot tapping. But he was quickly snapped out of it when something shoved his hand out from under his jaw. His head nearly hit the table with the lack of support, his ear buds yanked from his ears. "Son of a—" He stopped mid sentence when he opened his eyes to see Ms. Schmidt standing right beside his desk.

"Oh please, don't stop on my account."

The class all chuckled and exchanged whispers until Bodhi shot them the master of all death glares. When he looked back towards the teacher, her hand was held out expectantly waiting for him to hand over his phone. He groaned, yanking the headphones out of his phone and a little too aggressively placed it in her hand. He cleared his throat, almost sounding like a growl as he ran his hand back through his long hair, sitting up straight.

"Correct me if I am wrong Mr. Linch. But, this is now your third attempt at taking this class. If you ever planning on graduating, you'll need to pay attention." With his phone in hand, she pivoted on her heels and headed towards the front of the classroom.

"But then I wouldn't be able to sleep without your snooze inducing lectures," Bodhi retorted dryly under his breath.

"Detention." She concluded without turning to face him, placing his cellphone in her desk drawer.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?"

"Saturday detention too." Ms. Schmidt slammed shut the draw of her desk, glaring straight at him. "Want to go for another?"

Bodhi clenched his jaw, slinking down in his seat but remaining quiet. He kept his gaze forward but could feel the judgmental stares of his classmates in the back of his head. But he didn't look toward the teacher bitch either. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of thinking he was paying attention.

"Alright class, moving on. Today we will start the Constitution project." Ok, so he was in government. That's a start. "You'll have a week. You can choose your partners if you'd like, but pick wisely. If your partner slacks on their duties-" her gaze drifted to Bodhi and it took everything in his power not to flip her the bird. "I will not adjust the grade. You will need to find thirty different newspaper articles that directly relate to one of the amendments in the constitution. You may not repeat articles or amendments. Choose your partners and I'll had out the project syllabus."

Bodhi rolled his eyes, slinking even farther into his seat. Another F for the collection. Maybe if he was lucky he could attempt to do it on his own. Doubtful that Ms. Schmidt would give him a passing grade for it though. Plus, who buys fucking newspapers anymore? Bodhi almost always worked when he wasn't in school and he still barely made enough money to pay for his shitty studio apartment. He couldn't afford wasting his money on worthless newspapers just to cut them up.

This is going to be great.

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Ivy probably took way longer to get changed into 'gym appropriate' attire for class... If you could call it that. She honestly didn't give two shits, but one thing her father can't do is bribe or blackmail her into getting an A for every class. Gym was the easiest to pass... As long as you try you get an A, so she tried. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to look cute while doing it. How else do you pick up hotties besides bending over in short shorts?

She strutted her way out of the locker room, nearly getting trampled by some of the intimidating boys in her class as they bullied the O'Cassedy kid. "Watch it!" Ivy shouted at one of the brutes who bumped into her. She shoved him out of the way, nearly knocking him to the ground in the process.

The guy turned around to face her with his fist balled. But once he saw it was her, his expression changed from anger to apologetic and almost flirtatious. "Uh... Sorry there Ivy. What'd you say you let me make it up to you this Saturday night?"

Ivy smirked. Oh, how she loved the attention of dumb boys. She considered it for a minute but the looks of this steroid football jokey, his dick was probably no bigger than her pinky and she'd be lucky if he lasted two pumps. "Oh, Bradley Hilton." She took a step towards him, batting her eyelashes and placing her hand on his shoulder. "I would... But by the size of your fucking ridiculous pickup truck outside... I know you're not packing." She patted his cheek and then walked past him.

She spared a sideways glance to the weird new Chris chick who was standing up to the other jokes that felt like bullying the introvert. Ivy didn't quite understand that chick. She had a temper on her, and didn't seem like the friendliest. Not that her and Ivy ever talked, but then again, Chris wasn't Ivy's type. And if they aren't worth getting in bed, then they aren't worth her time.

"Ms. Warren," Coach Hase stopped her as she walked over to the bleachers. "Do you really believe that to be proper active attire?"

"You'd be surprised all the activities I can do in clothes like this." Ivy let a little of her sex kitten voice flip off her tongue like silk. If she didn't know better she could have sworn she saw his brow quirk... Just a bit.

"Well," he cleared his throat. "If you can't keep up in class, you'll be deducted points."

"I'm sure I'll find some way to make them up if I lose them." She smiled to the coach before going and taking a seat.

"Today we are starting our self-defense unit, which we will be doing for the next few weeks... You will be pairing up. Choose your partners wisely. As we learn new skills, we will be practice fighting against each other. And by all means, you are not to harm anybody. This is self-defense, not swordfighting."

Ivy's grin grew as she leaned back on her hands, crossing one slender leg over the other. Her gaze scanned the class like a predator choosing her prey. It wasn't just a choice of who to partner with... But who she wanted to dominate on and off the mat.

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Zoe was done with high school. She didn't even get why she had to be here. There was loads of other ways to meet somebody, why the hell did she have to end up in high school? It was full of teachers who thought they were funny, of the ugliest jocks she'd ever seen who believed they were gorgeous, of kids who thought they were hilarious who were most definitely not. And now, of all things, she had to do gym. Something that she would definitely never use once this hellish task was over.

She stormed into the gym. A crowd of teenage boys parted like the Red Sea as she stormed towards them, and she passed straight through them. One of them wolf-whistled, and she stopped dead. She didn't miss one or two taking a step back as she did so. She turned to stare at the culprit. He still had a smirk on his face, even as Zoe glared at him. "Can I help you?" she asked, her voice laden with poison. His smile slipped a little. "Can't I just admire a beautiful sight?" He replied. She raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly. "Sure you can. It's a free country. Just remember, I'm also free to punch you in the face," she retorted, before turning and heading for the bleachers. The sooner this whole ordeal was over, the better.

She only tuned back in to her surroundings when she heard Chris' familiar accent cut through the same group of boys she'd had to deal with earlier. She considered actually listening to the conversation, but another caught her attention. Somehow, she'd missed Ivy Warren entering the room. She wasn't totally sure how, because once you were aware of her presence, it was impossible to forget it. The overheard conversation between her and Coach Hage made Zoe smirk. Oh, she was definitely going to have some fun with her, if nothing else.

The description of what they were going to do bored Zoe, but she forced herself to listen. It was probably better to listen. As soon as he mentioned choosing a partner, she knew exactly who she was going for. She got to her feet and sauntered over to Ivy. "Ivy Warren, right? Fancy having your ass kicked?" She asked, raising and eyebrow and giving her her best venom smile.

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Character Portrait: Chris A. Beasley Character Portrait: Ettie Miller Character Portrait: Bodhi Linch Character Portrait: Isaac O'Cassedy Character Portrait: Zoe Spencer Character Portrait: Ivy Warren

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It hadn't even been a full year since Isaac transferred to Harrison High School and he was already resorting to using the showers to change. It wasn't that he was the only one doing that-- there were a handful of boys that preferred the semi-privacy of the stalls over the open rows of lockers, but most of his classmates just didn't want to parade their partially, if not fully, naked bodies around the sweaty locker room. It wasn't like Isaac's, who did it because he had partially naked boys taunting him wherever he went.

The whole idea of getting a "fresh" start at Harrison had been shattered as soon as Isaac realized that his wholehearted attempts to stay out of people's radar were futile. For some damned reason. So, it was as if he had never left Boston, except this was much worse. His previous school wasn't filled with jocks that pushed him around; it was filled with competitive kids hungry for success, extracurriculars, and A's-- anything that would make them look good on their college applications, even if it meant they had to run over someone else to get the positions. They were even more verbal, but never physical with their manner of bullying. Sure, their words stung but the bruises... God, it was a daily battle to make sure that his parents didn't see them.

Isaac wasn't one to linger in the locker room for any amount longer than needed so he was quick change and head towards the door, hoping to escape the musky place and make his way into the cool-air of the gym. Unfortunately, Rui, who was still shirtless, caught sight of him. Stepping in front of Isaac with crossed arms, Rui obstructed Isaac's beeline to the door.

Isaac was stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes shot down to the gray floor.

"Where you going, Cassie?"

The question itself was actually stupid, considering that it was PE, but Rui was obviously not one to excel in subjects that didn't involve physical activity. And that nickname... despite the obvious fact that it stemmed from his last name, it was also a jab how Rui saw Isaac. It wasn't the first time that Isaac's soft and reserved demeanor was connected to the idea of him being feminine, and it certainly wasn't the first time that rumors of him being homosexual circulated a group. But it still bothered Isaac for more than personal reasons.

"I heard that we'll be fighting each other in class," The bully said, smirking. By now, two of his other friends had joined him. "Can you believe it? An actual opportunity for me to kick your ass and not get in trouble."

The boys that had tuned in chuckled, while a few others lingered a bit away, not saying anything but not looking at the group with approving eyes either.

Isaac didn't show it in his expression, but a feeling of dread washed over him. Considering that he didn't have a lot of friends to notify him of this sort of thing, the news came as a shock to Isaac. Fighting? That would be impossible. Perhaps Rui saw the flag football unit as an opportunity to physically attack him without much repercussion.

The thought made his heart pound against his chest, and it was painful. It felt as if his rib cage was compressing so, with clumsy steps, Isaac moved around the group of boys and towards the exit. Instead of looking up, his arms reached out using them as guidance while he hoped to find the cold metal doors quickly.

Behind him, Rui hustled to put his shirt on and follow the trail of the skinny boy. "It'll be fun, I promise. At least for me," Rui called after him, the door slamming behind the posse of boys that followed the bully. Seeing that Isaac wasn't stopping or turning around, Rui added, "Aw, come on, Cassie," before shoving the boy.

A gasp escaped his lips as the air in his lungs was pushed out of him from the force. His body stumbled forward and he fell on an unexpecting girl, who also shoved him away. "S-sorry," he stuttered, his eyes looking down and already brimmed with tears, but the girl either didn't hear him or didn't care.

It was then when he heard Chris's voice. He was surprised that she would say anything --that anyone would say anything, actually, since most people preferred to turn their eyes away.

From the place he where he stood, hunched over, which was about two meters away from where Chris and Rui stood, Isaac watched as the short girl spoke back to the boy who had decided to make Isaac his punching bag. Well, actually Isaac looked up every so often because he could only glance up for a couple of seconds before having to look down. Then, she looked turned to Isaac and his eyes widened. "I freak people out like that all the time."

His mouth opened, ready to say a shaky "thanks," but Chris turned around and moved towards the rest of the class before Isaac could say anything. Or rather, before Isaac dared to say anything. Gulping, Isaac walked over to the bleachers and sat on the edge of the and as far away from Rui and his group as possible.




So it was worse than flag football. God, why hadn't he just made up the excuse of feeling sick again? Coach Hase knew of Isaac's lower immune system, and although he wasn't that much more lenient with the blue-eyed boy than with the other students, it did get him out of activities every so often. Isaac tried to use the excuse sparingly so it wouldn't feel like a habit to Hase and Isaac was feeling like he should definitely cash in that card when he saw Rui walking towards him. He could already feel the bruises.

Isaac's eyes flashed in alarm, looking for someone else who he could work him. Someone smaller and with less muscle-- someone who would be more gentle. Then, Chris approached him instead and he saw Rui go over and team up with one of his buddies.

"I'm good at this thing."

Was it reasonable to say that those words scared Isaac? Sure, Chris was smaller than him but he also didn't doubt that a good punch could be packed with those fists. But then again, hadn't she just stood up for him back there? While Chris was intimidating and scared at least half the class with just her presence, Isaac had never seen her bothering anyone the way Rui went about bullying people like him. And wasn't she actually part of Bernadette's family or something?

Isaac nodded slightly in recognition. He didn't have a choice anyway; better her than Rui. Probably. "Hi there, Chris," he said, his voice almost inaudible against the background noise of the gym and his left hand already starting to fidget with his shirt. But at least it was something.

Clearing his throat, Isaac added, not realizing how sad his words could actually sound: "I, uh, took a year of Tae Kwan Do when I was seven... but as you can imagine, I'm not very good at this."







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Ettie had made a small mistake in judgement.

She had arrived at the classroom less than two minutes into the passing period and, making a choice that very few would willingly make, the teen had placed her heart-shaped backpack besides a desk that sat on the first row. Getting to the teacher's good side had been the last things on her mind-- rather, Ettie had been lured by the single window whose blinds Mrs. Schmidt had uncharacteristically left open from where, if Ettie sat straight enough, she could gaze out into the courtyard and look down at all of the students walking to their next classes. From a second-floor classroom, Ettie could barely see their faces but it didn't matter. Seeing them laugh, talk, and some even kiss was enough for her.

In fact, Ettie had forgotten what it felt like to be so close to humans.

Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Ettie's attention was drawn away from the scenery and towards the curly-haired girl that sat behind her. Elena, a classmate from art class who always had paint splashed on her jeans and tainted fingers, looked at her with a bright smile. She felt the girl's hand brush warmly against her arm as Elena began to speak about the latest art assignment.

It was actually hard for Ettie to concentrate on what the girl was saying while she admired the way Elena's laugh lines appeared so easily and the way her hair fell into a new position with the slightest movement. For Ettie, it was easy to forget that she was here as a form of punishment for her catastrophic flaws-- she couldn't help it, high school, despite its negative sides, was brimmed with love and hormones, with the radiance that was so often lost in adulthood and with minds that still yearned to dream. In a way, it made her feel right at home.

But her human wasn't overflowing with love or happiness like the girl in front of her.

Amongst the sea of students taking advantage of the few minutes of passing time to talk and fool around, a figure walked in that caught her attention immediately. Bodhi. Ettie knew who her human was, all of the emotions did, but there was a specific tug in her human heart the moment he stepped inside. Ettie's gaze lingered as she watched Bodhi take a seat on the opposite side of the classroom from her, and Elena followed her gaze, grimacing as she saw who had caught her friend's attention.

"What's wrong, babe?" Elena asked, chuckling, "Are us tormented artists not dark enough for you?"

Ettie's eyes turned back to her friend, blinking a few times, her expression serious before a warm laugh escaped her lips. Ettie shook her head, "Elena, you are like a ray of sunshine."

With that, Ettie turned around, her smile faltering as soon as she was looking straight ahead. How could she have been such an idiot? She couldn't even look at the guy from where she was sitting, dammit.




Throughout the class, Ettie couldn't help but look over her shoulder at the other extreme of the classroom where her human sat -or, rather slept- whenever Mrs. Schmidt looked another way. Of course, this had actually earned her some disapproving glances her way from the woman -and a few questioning looks from Elena- since Ettie didn't have any experience with this sort of thing but she didn't care either way. She actually cursed the fact that Bodhi didn't even look her way but, in reality, it was probably good that he didn't spot the brown-eyed girl looking at him with wide eyes. It would've probably made him avoid her like the plague. If he didn't already.

In fact, Ettie couldn't get enough glances. The clock above the board ticked away and, despite this being her first class with Bodhi, she was getting desperate with the lack of quick progress.

It was probably this constant glancing that finally drew Mrs. Schmidt over the edge and caused her to storm over to Bodhi. The whole class turned to watch the spectacle and, taking advantage of this excuse, Ettie fully turned in her chair, ignoring how the arm rest dug into her side.

Ettie heard Elena and the rest of the class chuckle, but it was hard for the emotion to find this situation amusing at all. A frown formed on her face -sure, the teacher was within reason but she didn't like her human being treated like that anyways- and it remained until Ettie heard the teacher start talking about a project. How lucky of them.

As the class dispersed, Ettie could already feel hopeful eyes burning the back of her head. Ettie stood up and looked down at Elena. She couldn't waste this opportunity to approach Bodhi so she very unsubtly motioned towards another classmate. "Don't look at me with that face, dear. Mr. Adari over there looks like he's dying to do this project with you."

Her friend's eyes widened at the comment but Ettie didn't waste another minute and, throwing her backpack over her right shoulder, she moved over to the back of the room, her movement light and almost in a dancing manner. People were standing and finding their partners, mostly just choosing their closest friend in said class, but a few had already sat down and taken a seat on the desks around Bodhi since they were the farthest from the front.

But Ettie needed to sit beside him so she rested her hand on the shoulder of the boy who had taken her seat, squeezing slightly. "May I, dear?" she asked, sitting down almost immediately after. Ettie would've blown the boy a kiss but at least she knew slightly better, which was probably something not very common for her, and contained herself.

"Hi Bodhi," Ettie said, smiling brightly. She actually wasn't sure what to say-- she really didn't know much about her human and hadn't thought to think of something before sitting down. But it was too late to not say anything.

"So my friend kind of bailed on me and everyone else already has a partner." This was obviously false, considering that some people still looked slightly lost. "So, partners-- you and me? I know the Constitution basically by heart so I promise this won't be hard at all." A lie. She had no idea what the heck it was. Or rather, she had never cared. Now, ask her about a Renoir painting and that would be a different story.

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Character Portrait: Chris A. Beasley Character Portrait: Isaac O'Cassedy Character Portrait: Zoe Spencer Character Portrait: Kyler R. Han Character Portrait: Ivy Warren Character Portrait: Renan Bittencourt

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Isaac nodded slightly towards Chris as the hazel-eyed brunette approached him. She narrowed her eyes. He was fidgeting with his shirt. Did he not want to partner up with her? Hey, Chris would be able to help his little self against Rui. But in the end, it didn't really matter if Isaac wanted to be around Chris or not. He was Chris' assigned human, and plus, Isaac's passive personality wouldn't put up much of an argument.

Oh, wait, Chris thought to herself. I'm supposed to fix that part of him.

"Hi there, Chris," Isaac muttered, the petite girl barely able to pick up his voice. At least he spoke to her. That was definitely a start. A disappointing start that made Chris want to gauge her eyeballs out, but it was a start.

Clearing his throat, Isaac added, "I, uh, took a year of Tae Kwan Do when I was seven... but as you can imagine, I'm not very good at this."

Chris was sure that she was visibly wincing. That just sounded so sad.

"No worries, Isaac," Chris said in her own twisted interpretation of a cheerful tone, reaching up and patting O'Cassedy's head. "As your partner, apparently, I'm supposed to help you learn as we struggle through this unit. Besides, Hase over there is going to give us lessons. He has to. He's the coach."

As if on cue, Coach Hase shouted, "Alright! Today, you and your partner will be training based on what you already know! We will start the actual self-defense lessons tomorrow, but today is going to consist of training simply on your previous knowledge." He paused, as if he wasn't eager to say what was next. "Today, you may also practice with other pairs, since we are not harnessing our skills on a particular technique. There is no need to stick with your partner on this one."

Chris shouted an "Oh, come on!" at the ceiling as Rui stormed over to her and Isaac, his pace quick but not rushed. It was the sort of entrance that would intimidate weak-willed individuals. Like O'Cassedy.

"Come on, Cassie," Rui almost snarled, but it wasn't quite loud enough for Coach Hase to hear the insulting nickname. "You know what's coming up." Rui cracked his knuckles for extra effect.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Chris stormed towards Rui at a similar pace as his. She jabbed her right pointer finger in his direction as he approached her. "You aren't obligated to punch O'Cassedy in the face! The only one allowed to attack him without his consent in me - 'cause I'm his partner." Rui growled quietly in apparent anger, glaring at Chris.

"Back off, shortie!" Rui snarled. "This is between me and Cassie. You? Stay out of it." Chris narrowed her eyes as she sent her infamous glare Rui's way.

"You better not bloody talk to me like that!"

"You two!" Coach Hase intercepted the coming argument. "If you have a problem, deal with it outside. Or better yet, the principal's office."

Rui and Chris ignored him. "What's your problem?" Rui shouted. "You're exactly like me, yet you choose to stick up for that pathetic little excuse of a person?" Chris seethed.

"Of course I'm not like you!" Chris snapped. "Come on, you're an idiot! Anyone who thinks they're like you has certainly been dropped on the head over ten times as a baby!"

"Mr. Lynch! Miss Beasley!" Coach Hase's voice interrupted the two's banter. "You have five seconds to end this, unless you want to go to the principal's office!" Chris was tempted to ignore the PE coach, but in the end, she wasn't here on earth to argue with Rui Lynch. She was here because apparently, teaching Isaac O'Cassedy the value of anger was supposed to also remind Anger of the significance of her role in the universe. This was an opportunity to get this back on track.

Chris took that opportunity in the strangest way. "Bye!" she said in her sing-song voice, storming back over to Isaac, who was probably unsettled by the entire spectacle. "Come on, O'Cassedy," she muttered just loudly enough for Isaac to hear. After she headed over to one of the far corners of the gym, she spun around, facing him. "You wanna learn how to kick the ass of a kid like him?" Chris waved her finger in Rui's general direction. "I can show you how to do it without laying a finger on him."

Chris crossed her arms, straightening her back as she gazed in a rather levelheaded manner up at Isaac. "Besides," she added, "it's not like I'm giving you a choice."

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Ky's head jerked up as he spotted Renan Bittencourt sauntering over to him. Kyler usually didn't judge people, but what a strange surname. Despite that, the boy liked Renan - he found the older boy intriguing, in a sense.

"Salut," Renan said smoothly as he retrieved an empty chair, sitting down across from Kyler. "Voulez-vous travailler avec moi?" Would you like to work with me? Kyler translated in his mind. He smiled cheerfully. There was no reason to turn down Renan's offer.

"Bien sûr!" Kyler said. "Après tout, il n'y a aucune raison pour moi d'avoir quelque chose contre nous en un partenariat."

Renan glanced at Madame Fabron from the corner of his eye. "Nous devons parler francais, non?" he commented, before adding, "elle est...fou." Ms. Fabron shot a death glare in Renan's direction, the boy simply flashing a charming smile in return. Kyler stifled a laugh.

"Très vrai," Kyler spoke quietly enough so that his eccentric French teacher couldn't hear. "Mais hey, elle est...gentille."

"Donc, quel sujet voulez-vous faire?" Renan asked, turning to face Kyler. The boy shrugged.

"Je n'ai pas beaucoup de préférence," Ky admitted in a rather gregarious tone. "Il y a beaucoup de choix. Um...la nourriture est toujours intéressante. Peut-être des desserts? Ou si vous préférez du fromage ou du vin, l'un ou l'autre est bon." Kyler smiled cheerily at his partner.

"C'est vraiment à vous," Ky said, his amiable demeanor not shifting one bit. "Je ne suis pas le meilleur à l'école, donc le moins que je peux faire est de vous laisser choisir le sujet de notre projet."

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Berny stood before Ollie with her hands holding her notebook against her torso. A bright effortless smile graced her soft peach lips. The poor boy looked like a deer in headlights, but she wouldn't falter. Not disgustingly pushy, she wasn't like that. But, friendly that's all she could do. If he said no? Well then... She'd have to find someone else. Although everyone in the class said hi to her, she didn't consider them her friends. All she knew about them was their names, and that gossip was as fluent as english for them.

"Are you sure?" Bern pursed her lips slightly with a cock of her head. Did he not see her bee line straight for him? It probably looked like a crush or something else to the eyes of their classmates. Why would the smartest girl in the class chose someone who struggled so much? They could think what they wanted, she didn't care.

"I mean... yeah. Yeah, that sounds really good."

Berny's smile grew along with a twinkle in her eye. "Great!... Do you mind?" She asked politely, before setting her notebook down on his desk for a moment. She grabbed the nearest empty desk and slid it right up beside his. She slid onto the seat before reaching out and taking back her book. "Thank you."

Her gaze fell as she caught a glimpse of Ollie's doodles in his sketchbook. "Did you draw those?" She extended her index finger pointing to one of the many little drawings. "I've always loved art... music... books." She shrugged her shoulders. "I've never tried myself, but my imagination always seems to be bursting at the seams." She giggled softly.

Bern reached up, pulling a pencil from her hair and began to write on her clean sheet of paper. Geometry project: Berny Novak & Ollie... "It's Stevens... Right?" she asked with furrowed brows. Once she got that written down, she turned her full attention to her partner. "I think it's a safe bet that everyone here is going to stay as close to school as possible to do this project. But I thought it could be fun, and maybe get us extra points, if we went somewhere unique. We could go take pictures after school today and then over the next couple days figure out all the boring stuff."

She felt like she was talking a lot. Hell, maybe she was. But from what Berny remembered, Ollie wasn't much of a talker. In her mind it seemed like a perfect pair. He seemed like a good listener. If he started looking freaked out again she'd slow down, but nothing is more awkward than two quiet people just staring at the desk, tapping their feet.

Berny chewed on her bottom lip for a moment as she thought, tapping her pencil eraser against her notebook. After a minute or two,
she turned herself in an odd angle in her desk to face Ollie. So much so, that her knees even bumped his. A grin grew on her lips yet again. This time she leaned a little closer, so to whisper her idea without others hearing. "We should go to the art museum."

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"Hi Bodhi," a voice chimed in to his side. Bodhi barely managed to turn his head to face her, his dead pan stare following suit. Ettie Miller. Wonderful. His nose flared slightly as he sighed heavily, rolling his eyes.

"So my friend kind of bailed on me and everyone else already has a partner. So, partners-- you and me? I know the Constitution basically by heart so I promise this won't be hard at all."

"No she didn't," he replied with a bitter sharpness. "You bailed on her to dance your way over to me." Bodhi may make bad decisions. Hell, he might have even killed his step father. But, contrary to popular belief he is not stupid.

Bodhi began to aggressively tap his fingers along the surface of his desk. It may have seemed like mindless beating but it was a new song that he had been trying to figure out the tricky chorus for over a month. He clenched his fist when the brunette still did not leave, and slammed it down on the table. "Look I don't know what it is with you girls and your obsession with your quote 'bad boys'," he made air quotes with his fingers. "But I'm not interested.... Try Travis Preston if you want that. I hear he puts out," Bodhi said with a rude imitation of a valley girl.

He went to put his headphones back in but remember that the bitch took his phone. Bodhi clenched his jaw, closing his eyes. When he opened them, to no surprise, Ettie still stood there. "You know the constitution by heart? The only thing you look like you have memorized is L'Oreal... There is no amendment giving you a right to wear makeup."

Bodhi wanted her to leave and she wasn't going anywhere. "We're done here."

He stood up and went to shove past the brunette only to be met by Mrs. Schmidt. "Oh, wonderful," the wench said with fake optimism. "I'm sure you both will work swimmingly together. I'll mark you down as a pair." She then walked back up to her desk to write down their names.

"Son of a bitch," he cursed under his breath, flopping back down into his desk chair. He stared out the door into the hall, wondering how many detentions he'd get if he just walked out. He could always get his G.E.D. in prison. Then he wouldn't have to deal with high schoolers and dumb air headed girls who think that he is some John Bender in The Breakfast Club.

Maybe if she did know the constitution, he could get away with doing no work. He didn't have to like her... Just use her. Get a passing grade, get out of this school and then the state... Once his parole was over that is.

"Do you even know what the second amendment is?"

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"Ivy Warren, right? Fancy having your ass kicked?"

Ivy leaned back on the bleachers, placing her hands on the seat behind her. She started with her new companies feet, her eyes slowly trailing up her slender legs until finally somewhere she found a face midst the blonde hair. Man, was that a smile that could get her in t.r.o.u.b.l.e. She slowly uncrossed her legs and stood up so that they were eye to eye. "Promise you won't be gentle?" she asked with a smirk and suggestive raise of her brow.

She walked past Zoe, once more giving her the look over as she made her way to one of the training mats. Ivy adjusted her socks and tightened her ponytail as Coach Hale addressed them all again. "Alright! Today, you and your partner will be training based on what you already know! We will start the actual self-defense lessons tomorrow, but today is going to consist of training simply on your previous knowledge. Today, you may also practice with other pairs, since we are not harnessing our skills on a particular technique. There is no need to stick with your partner on this one."

Ivy shot Hale a friendly smile. Purely platonic... Then looked back to Zoe. "Did you want to warm up with someone else and save the best for last?" She grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt, pulling it up and over her head. She tossed it to the side with her sunglasses, then began to stretch. "Or would you like to get straight down to business?"

She spread her legs, bending over and stretching her body in either direction. Ivy then stood up and made sure to loosen up the gluts, quads and deltoids. After all, she was known for being flexible and limber... Couldn't be pulling a muscle before anything fun happened.

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Others might have been unnerved by Ivy's careful examination and scan of them. But Zoe just kept her smirk in place, staring right back at her. And when Ivy straightened up, looking her straight in the eye, Zoe's smirk just widened. Ivy's comment just made Zoe laugh. "I'll be exactly as rough as you like," she retorted. As Ivy walked past her, Zoe took in the view for a second or two, before following. She shrugged off her hoodie, tossing it over her shoulder towards the bleachers.

"Alright! Today, you and your partner will be training based on what you already know! We will start the actual self-defense lessons tomorrow, but today is going to consist of training simply on your previous knowledge. Today, you may also practice with other pairs, since we are not harnessing our skills on a particular technique. There is no need to stick with your partner on this one." The look Ivy gave the coach made Zoe raise her eyebrow. If Zoe's own smile was venomous, there was something entirely else to Ivy's. Something Zoe couldn't quite put her finger on, and that troubled her. She liked understanding things... and people.

"Did you want to warm up with someone else and save the best for last?" Ivy asked. Zoe allowed herself to watch as Ivy pulled off her hoodie. "Or would you like to get straight down to business?" Zoe shrugged. "I'm perfectly happy to get straight down to business. As long as you are, that is," she added. As Ivy began to stretch, Zoe herself began to bounce lightly on her toes. Most of her physical aptitude lay in her agility. She was reasonably strong, but more importantly, she was fast.

It was hard not to watch Ivy. The other girl was, in a word, gorgeous. And she knew it, and was going to use it to get exactly what she wanted. But Zoe was not going to give her that power. Power was fear, and fear was power. She was going to keep the upper hand. "Do you want to get started?" She called. "Or am I going to have to make the first move?"

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Isaac wasn't sure why he was unsettled by the smile. Maybe it was because smiling seemed so uncharacteristic for a person like Chris, but Isaac reminded himself that this was the girl who, seconds ago, had helped him out and saved him from Rui's wrath. It was something no one else had ever done, so he returned a smile before turning to the coach. It felt slightly out of place, considering that it was also very uncharacteristic for a person like him to smile here in school since he did it with selected people, but the smile was frank.

Of course, Hase wasn't very helpful and once they were broken up, Isaac immediately saw Rui storm over towards them. The young boy sighed. He didn't understand why people like him were so intent on making other's lives miserable. At least he only had this semester left and he locker rooms would be a thing of the past.

To his surprise, Isaac saw Chris storm over towards Rui. Again. What had gotten this girl to act so... heroically all of the sudden? Isaac took a step forward, feeling a need to step in between them. But he didn't move from there, his body paralyzed as Rui's tone escalated. Thankfully, the conflict ended quickly, although the thought of Chris getting in trouble for him bothered him greatly.

It was terrible to see how willing adults were to go ahead and punish those who were trying to help. Isaac followed Chris without question. At the back of his mind, he was worried that she would turn around and sucker punch him any second, but he tried to calm himself down. She wouldn't have gone through all that trouble just to do that.

"Thank--" clearing his throat, Isaac raised his voice so that she could hear him. "Thanks for that, by the way."

He wanted to ask her why she was doing all of this, but he preferred not to hear the answer. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes glanced over the boys who were already wrestling each other to the ground like animals. Take them down without putting a finger on them? He wished, but he didn't know how that would be possible. "I'm not sure I could... kick their asses like you say."

He turned to Chris once again. She was small but intimidating. If that's what she meant, Isaac knew that he couldn't be like that. But he was so tired of coming home hurt. Plus, this segment wasn't going to last long. If things didn't work out before it ended,
he could always use his pass out. "But I'll do my best, his voice was much lower this time, "I'm sure anything you teach me will be better than anything Hase will say.

"So, uh, what should I do first?" He asked, hoping he wasn't making a mistake, ready to be told to put his hands in a first or something.

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"Thank-" Isaac cleared his throat, finally choosing to raise his voice. Chris supposed that her heroic rescue must have does something. Isaac tried again. "Thanks for that, by the way."

The blue-eyed brunette looked over his shoulder, glancing in an almost alarmed and defeated manner at the other boys in class. They were already wrestling each other, fighting like animals. Chris refrained from slamming her head against the wall. Isaac needed a shitload of help if he wanted to catch up with the others in the class. First, Chris would teach him how to not be a doormat. Then, she would teach him the prospect of anger.

That couldn't be too hard...right?

"I'm not sure I could... kick their asses like you say," Isaac mentioned.

"I didn't mean it literally," Chris interrupted. "Feel free to take it that way, though."

Isaac turned towards Chris, who set her unrelenting and stony stare on him. She knew she had the smallest human form amongst all the Aequus, but she and Fear were forces to be reckoned with. If it came down to it, Chris would literally attempt to force anger into Isaac's heart, mind, and soul. Of course, no one would be happy with that, but Anger was impatient.

"But I'll do my best," Isaac said suddenly, his voice low once again. "I'm sure anything you teach me will be better than anything Hase will say."

Chris raised an eyebrow as she looked towards the tall boy. "Thanks," she said in an almost suspicious manner - perhaps a bit awkwardly. "'Preciate it, kid."

"So, uh, what should I do first?" He asked, hoping he wasn't making a mistake, ready to be told to put his hands in a first or something.

Chris frowned. "Whoa, tiger," she interrupted. "Nuh uh. Not yet. You aren't ready for that stage." Chris took a deep breath before launching into her explanation. "Listen, kid, fighting skills alone won't help you at all. Just because you can defend yourself physically doesn't mean you'll actually be willing to do it. I can teach you how to punch and kick like a pro, but that won't necessarily give you the courage to stand up to Rui and his little followers." Chris looked Isaac in the eye. "Got that? Good."

Chris continued. "First, you need confidence. For the lack of a better term, stop being such a doormat. Before you can be able to physically defend yourself, you need to be mentally up for it too." Chris gave the guy an expectant look (which probably wasn't helping her with her task, but Chris had a peculiar soul). "If you're actually committed to braving the world as a confident and assertive person, then we can meet up after school or some other time for confidence-boosting lessons." Chris paused for a moment - she knew she was being quite upfront with this. "'Cause if you want me to be honest - which I will be regardless - to become confident and less passive...well, it's gonna take more than a couple weeks of self-defense lessons."

Chris sighed before continuing. "But...if you wanna start with the ass-kicking part, we can definitely do that," Chris stated. She never officially took any real martial arts form, but she did know what she was talking about.

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"Je pense que nous devrions étudier les guerres, les révolutions," Kyler blinked, slightly surprised. The wars and revolutions were sensitive topics for some people. Then again, this was Renan Bittencourt. He could definitely take it. "Tous le monde va faire le nourriture et le vin. Que pensez-vous?"

Kyler supposed that wars and revolutions couldn't possibly be too bad...but in all honesty, they were depressing topics. Ky didn't like how uncomfortable the death count could make people. But if Renan wanted to do it, he supposed that he wouldn't really feel too bad about the effects of war.

"Il y avait beaucoup de conflit dans l'histoire francais," Renan continued. "Nous pouvons faire les guerres mondiales, ou la révolution francais... Il y a beaucoup de faire," the older boy added. Renan made a compelling case. "Si vous adorais faire le nourriture, nous pouvons," Ky's cheeks flushed slightly. It was embarrassing when Renan put it that way. "Mais je pense que les guerres sont plus interessant, non?"

Kyler thought for a moment before answering. "Bien sûr, nous pouvons étudier les guerres si vous le souhaitez!" he said brightly. "Vous avez raison, je suppose que le conflit est plus intéressant que la nourriture." Ky smiled cheerfully at his partner, getting up from his seat. "Je dirai à Madame Fabron notre choix de sujet!" Volunteering to approach Ms. Fabron about their topic choice was the nice thing to do, Kyler supposed.

The Korean boy carefully approached his brunette teacher, jumping back when she turned to him sharply. "Ah, monsieur Han," she muttered. Ky gave her a weak smile in response. Madame Fabron sighed impatiently. "Je suppose que vous êtes ici pour me dire votre choix de sujet?" She peered at Renan, who was behind Ky. "Le long de avec votre partenaire."

"Oui!" Kyler responded quickly. "Renan et moi souhaitons faire un projet sur les guerres et les révolutions françaises!"

Madame Fabron raised a thin, angled brow in genuine surprise. "Vraiment?" she muttered. "...d'accord."

Kyler cocked his head, truly confused. "Est-ce un problème?" he questioned, curious. Madame Fabron waved him off.

"Non, non," she muttered. Ky nodded slowly, retreating back to his seat, still confused.

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"I, uh, don't have a car, so I'm fine with going with you, to be honest. And either place suits me, as long as you don't mind my step-mom being around."

Bernie smiled slightly, jotting down notes as they talked to make sure she didn't forget where they were going, how they'd get there and so on. She waited a moment before replying. She definitely felt like she was talking too much. Not that he needed to talk more but rambling generally pushed people away. No one likes a chatter box.

"That's fine. I don't mind driving." Bern couldn't help but notice a slight shift in Ollie's expression at the mention of where they should go. Why would she mind his step mom being around? Or was it more that he minded? "Well..." she started, clicking her pen against the table. "I have no issue with you're step mother being around. If she's nice? Wonderful. If she's rude..." She didn't say to her or him. But if the woman was rude to either one of them, it applied to both. "Then I'll have some words for her."

Bern concluded that thought with a cheerful smile. She wouldn't be going to his house for her, so the woman's opinion of Bernie is irrelevant. She could handle someone being negative to her, most of the time it's due to their own insecurities. But being rude to someone else? That she didn't stand for.

"We could take turns? Between your place and mine... Maybe even a day at the library or the park if the weather is nice." Bern leaned back in her desk, crossing her right leg over her left. "So how comfortable are you with sine, cosine and tangent? I know some memory tricks... If that would help?" She quirked a brow towards him, a soft smile on her lips causing her dimples to show slightly.

She didn't want to do all the work herself, but instead help him understand. Sure, it'd be easier to do all the work but that is what everyone else would have her do if they partnered with her. It wasn't Ollie's fault he didn't understand it. Sometimes teachers aren't able to make it crystal clear for some students. Unlike everyone else... Bern is patient. That's all he needed. Someone willing to help.

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"It's not out of pity," Ettie replied. Oh yeah, sure. Bodhi didn't even spare her a sideways glance as she reached into her backpack for something. He only let his eyes drift over when he heard her pen scribbling upon the paper. He thought he caught a glimpse of a heart. He simply scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"That's my number." Great. And what was he supposed to do with that? He didn't even look at her number but instead glanced at the heart shaped post it and purple pen. How was it even possible to be this... Annoying? "And just give me the address and name of the bar. I'll be there at whatever time is best for you. Ass parked on that stool for you and everything," And now a joke.

"Princess doesn't have a bed time?" Bodhi asked dryly with his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze drifted to the hideous heart shaped post it note. "I don't have a phone... I work at the corner of 5th and 24th. When I'm not here I'm there. If you're so determined to work with me. You'll find me." Ettie should be happy she got what she did from him. He was already regretting telling her. Now she'd be bugging the shit out of him at work too. If she got him fired... Man she thought he was irritable now? Just wait.

"It's not lying, it's selection of diction-- I'll learn it by tonight, don't worry."

Bodhi ran his hands back through his hair, then down his face with a sigh. "I'll believe it when I see it... You can't learn it in a day. I haven't in three years."

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"What can I say? I aim to please," Zoe said. The blonde got in a readied stance with her hands up to guard her face. Of course, even though the goal was defense they both looked ready to wrestle.

Ivy couldn't help but smirk at the comment. Oh this girl was going to be fun. Fun indeed. "Oh I bet you do.... My kind of woman." She winked towards Zoe, bringing her hands up in a loose position before her. She made sure she was at the ready to dodge, move, divert or jab if needed. Clenched fists was already too ready for the attack and not the react. A state of neutrality is the best so that she can easily shift from offense to defense.

At the proposition of a bet, Zoe seemed to beam. Her smiled widened in a devilish delight. "I pin you? You let me do whatever the hell I like to you," her voice sounding as wicked as her smile. "Sound fair?"

Ivy couldn't help but chuckle, giving a nod of her head. "I like the way your mind works... Hopefully you won't be too mean to me. But of course, that means you'd have to win."

She was barely able to finish her statement, Zoe's fist came flying towards her stomach. Ivy quickly dodged to the right, thrusting her hips out of the way. Her left arm extends forward, wrapping around Zoe's fist while Ivy's right arm locks around Zoe's neck. With Zoe's head in a lock, she took her arm and twisted it behind her back. "You've got moves blondie," she whispered into the girls ear with a soft hiss. "What else you got?"

Ivy decided not to attack but instead just hold the girl there. Although she could fight if need be, she was more of a lover... So to speak. Her talents were in defense. So instead of trying to fight back, she was going to let Zoe come at her. Either drain her energy or wait for a slip up. Then boom, pin.

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Isaac had started to roll up his fingers into a fist but he immediately lowered his hand as he heard Chris's first words, a wave of relief washing through him as he realized that she didn't want to get physical just yet, even though he wasn't sure how they could do this unit without fighting. His eyes glanced all around, seeing that people had already begun practicing. At the corner of his eye, he saw Ivy and a blonde fighting it out fiercely with a flinch before turning back to Chris, hearing the next wave of words that came from the shorter peer.

Doormat? The fact that he was passive didn't mean that words didn't hurt and Isaac frowned in response, taking a step back. She was making sense, but his heart was already pounding. He thought he could do this unit and learn to fight, but his breaking sweat was telling him otherwise. Her words sped by in his mind, "Courage... confidence... after school..."

Her words seemed enticing, but he just... couldn't. Why did he think for a second that he could? Suddenly, he felt a pain in his abdomen and the sweat falling down the side of his temple.

The young boy gulped hard, his hand starting to pull on the edge of his gym shirt. "I-I don't feel good," he suddenly said after a moment, "Sorry." He turned around and ran for the door, cutting in between the pairs practicing the work. Maybe he could at least wait out until the end of the period in the locker room or something.





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Ettie's poke at a joke fell flat and she did a mental sigh. She wasn't exactly pleased with the dirty look Bodhi gave her post-it notes either, but it was a detail she could brush aside. He didn't appreciate them. Yet.

Ettie only smiled at the dry question. The parents she had chosen for her human form weren't exactly strict, thankfully, they just asked to know where she was if it was late at night, in case anything happened. The mention that he didn't have a phone made Ettie's smile falter a little. Not because she thought it would be a problem, although not having his number to for easier contact was a problem. She just didn't think about that way. Ettie was fascinated with those little devices. All those dating apps and romance novels accessed with a few clicks? Ettie had quickly become a little... obsessed with them, even though she knew she couldn't actually talk to anyone, as tempted as she was, since it would be a distraction from her real duty.

"I'll find you," Ettie said, nodding her head. She didn't know where the place was, but that's what GPS was for. "And keep my number," she added, "If you ever need a lift or a favor, just ask.

Ettie turned her eyes back to her desk for a moment before looking back at Bodhi. They only had like ten minutes left until class ended and she didn't know if she would have any more classes with him. She hoped so. "Bodhi, why don't you have a phone?" she asked after a second. Her tone wasn't rude or demeaning, she obviously didn't know his situation, but she couldn't get her mind out of how great those apps were-- so many people to meet... Maybe if he had them, Bodhi wouldn't be so... cold. The idea made her eyes widen and she blurted out, "I actually just got this new app and it's so cool. Wanna see it?"

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Chris knew things were going downhill the moment Isaac started to pull at the hem of his gym shirt. Oh, no, she groaned internally. Was I too forward for him or some shit like that?

Apparently, she was. Isaac gulpedas he stammered an, "I-I don't feel good," quickly adding a "sorry," before the boy abruptly dashed for the door. Chris' hazel eyes narrowed in slight anger.

"Oi!" she yelled after him, aware but not caring about the fact that she was causing a scene. In the spur of the moment, the brunette dashed through the pairs, easily catching up to Isaac as he headed out the door. While Anger's human form could never be an Olympic athlete, Chris was in the varsity cross country team. She had some practice.

Chris and Isaac were probably going to get into trouble once this whole shenanigan was over, but Chris never cared for such things. After all, she wasn't officially a student - her future didn't depend on her high school education. Her one goal and purpose was to help O'Cassedy get over his anxiety issue and fly back up to wherever she came from (the haven of the Aequus wasn't exactly a definite location).

Sometimes, Chris had to wonder, would it really be better for her to go back to being the essence of Anger? After all, it was merely a duty; there was no desire behind it. Even without her with the other Aequus, anger in the world would survive - after all, that is how Anger came into existence. Being alive, whether on Earth or any place else, would give her emotion a stable foundation, Anger supposed.

Even if she was to complete her task, Chris was admittedly not doing a very good job. Not even an entire class period in and she had already scared her human off. Chris thought her straightforward approach would be sufficient - most of the others, after all, had chosen to dance around their humans, not ever completely approaching the matter - but clearly, Isaac was going to be Isaac.

Now that she thought of it, O'Cassedy's passive personality and anxiety issues probably had some deep, complex history to them. Chris couldn't just fix them with a snap of her fingers.

As Chris cornered the tall brunette boy, she yelled, "hold it!" in the least intimidating voice she could muster, while being assertive enough for Isaac to take her words with a grain of salt.

(As it turns out, the task was very difficult, and Chris' attempt was feeble at best.)

Chris slowed to a stop and took a deep breath, before she began to speak. "Sorry," she began, her apology rather weak. "That was probably a bit harsh, wasn't it? As you can see, I'm not the most gentle or sympathetic person out there." Chris lifted her chin as she stared Isaac in the eye. "But my offer still stands. This may seem out of character, but in all honesty, I despise bullies - even if I may unintentionally seem like one sometimes." Chris braved on, not sure if Isaac would agree to her proposal. "I may not seem like one of those kind people who helps others whenever they can, but I'm fully capable of helping you - no offense - and in fact, there's probably no one better at this kind of stuff.

"I'll give you time to make a decision, but we should probably get back to class if you don't want to get your ass bitten off." Chris slipped in a characteristically wry comment.

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It was clear that Ettie didn't know about Bodhi's past. No one had told her when she took her human form, even though it might have been good information to know, and the group she had met wasn't... involved enough in gossip that transpired beyond their immediate social groups. Plus, they would have never thought that someone like Ettie would've ever taken the initiative to approach someone like Bodhi. Maybe the gossip would reach her later but, if not, it hadn't even crossed Ettie's mind to look him up in anything other than those new apps of hers. She just hadn't had a place where to start.

So, when she heard his response, there was a mix of surprise and sadness in her eyes. She quickly glanced down, not wanting him to take it as pity, which he had established he hated. Despite being saddened by the thought that Bodhi had lost people who he cared about, that response was golden for Ettie, who had a job to do. It had given her a better idea of what had shaped Bodhi into who he was and, for a lack of better words, a start into looking at how she could "fix" him.

Ettie wasn't surprised by Bodhi's immediate reluctance to look at the apps, although she would've loved to share it with him, and her eyes glanced over at the clock. Less than two minutes left. She wasn't going to start another conversation with him just so that he could cut her off rudely as soon as the bell rang, so she just quietly packed up her stuff and, as soon as the bell rang, she made sure to stand up before Bodhi.

"See you later, Bodhi," she said, flashing him a smile before turning to Elena, who had walked up to her. "Ready, darling?" she asked her friend and the two exited the room. Ettie wanted to look back badly, but she shook her head slightly. No, she would see him later. Maybe in another class.

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Ettie didn't spot Bodhi for the rest of the day and, as frustrated as that had made her, she was reassured by the thought that the two would meet up later, even if it was basically against his will. After school, Ettie had driven home and worked on going over the Constitution, shoving any other work aside.

Her thoughts drifted back to Bodhi often, thinking of ways in which she could get more classes with him and how to find him in lunch, but she kept coming back to the amendments. It wasn't as dull as she had imagined; she was especially intrigued by any amendments that dealt with equality. She didn't know the extensive history of the United States, but she at least knew that without those foundations, people wouldn't be able to love as freely as they did today. There was still a long way to go, but humans were slowly getting there. After reading over it twice, she had memorized at least most of it considering that the Aequus had at least a somewhat good memory, save a few exact wordings here and there.

When the time finally came, Ettie had put her computer, a notebook, the newspapers, and some sweets in one of her large purses and gone to her car, a little powder blue Beetle that was probably way too fitting for her. Really, Ettie would've chosen the yellow one if it hadn't reminded her too much of Taxis.

It took her some time to drive to the place, but when she did, Ettie parked in the closest spot. She knew of bars, of course, but for some reason, Ettie didn't feel very comfortable as she walked in. Her eyes glanced around at the people who would think of hanging out at a bar so early on a weekday. For once, she wished she would've changed into pants or something. With a deep breath of the alcohol-infused air, Ettie walked towards the bar, now looking for Bodhi and putting a smile on her face. She didn't even think of her being underage as she took a seat, putting her purse on the empty stool beside her.





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Isaac heard running feet behind him and he closed his eyes. Wasn't she just going to let it go?

"Hold it!

He was almost where he wanted to be when the girl caught up with him and, seeing no other way to escape, Isaac came to a stop. The boy didn't turn around, however, for he was already feeling short of breath. Not because of the run, but because of what he feared would follow. Had she purposefully made it so that Isaac would run out and she could hit him without anyone else seeing her? The idea was a far shot, seeing how she had tried to help him, but Isaac wasn't exactly thinking rationally.

Isaac's eyes opened, even though he hadn't even realized when he closed them in the first place, when she heard Chris apologizing. His hand was fidgeting again, hiding the way it was actually shaking, as he turned around his eyes looking down at the polished school floor. He had come to know those floors personally. He managed to glance up for a second and catch her dark eyes, but his eyes shot back down in a split second.

Chris' words sounded sincere. It was the first time that someone had talked to him like that in a long time-- actually, no one had ever said anything like that before. He gulped and began, once again, to consider the idea of her helping him. As she concluded, Isaac nodded his head slightly and began walking back with her slowly. The last thing he needed was getting screamed at by the teacher, although it wouldn't be the first time Isaac walked out.

As he opened the gym door, Isaac froze, his hands on the bar. "I-I'll do it," he said in a soft tone, looking at Chris. There was obvious hesitation in his words; Isaac didn't want to do this, but something told him that he needed to. He could try it and stop if he didn't like it,
after all. "I only have a bike though, so I can't go too far."

Plus, his parents expected him back at a certain time. He could always say that he was working on a project with someone-- it would make them happy, for sure. "So, uh, where should we meet?"

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There was a thin layer of perspiration on Isaac's skin. He had biked to where he was supposed to meet Chris for their after school "lessons". He had gone home right after school as he did every day, but today, he had told his mother that he would be meeting up with a partner, keeping the details vague. To her, it was enough to make her smile and let him go his way.

Parking his bike and putting a chain around it, Isaac hopped off. He felt a little nauseous as he walked to the door. Chris had talked about confidence and all that sort of thing in one of her mini rants and Isaac still wasn't fully convinced that this would be good for him. Only two more years until he could get out of this hole that is high school... surely he could make it without her lessons. He had survived before, even though the whole experience had not been too pleasant. At this point, Isaac just didn't think that there was a way to experience high school without the bullies breathing down his back.

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As Isaac was about to open the door to the gym, he froze. Chris raised an eyebrow expectantly. "I-I'll do it," Isaac said suddenly, his tone soft. Bingo, Chris thought triumphantly. I bet none of the other Aequus are being this productive.

"I only have a bike though, so I can't go too far," Isaac explained. "So, uh, where should we meet?"

I hadn't thought of that, Chris realized. Good thing I can think fast. Gulfport isn't like New York or Los Angeles though. It's bloody boring.

"Since you can't travel too far," Chris took her time to speak as she made stuff up on the spot. "Macs Coffee House on Beatline Road works. Thirty minutes after the bell. Feel free to walk into the door. Don't be late, I'm not exactly patient."

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Chris walked along the sidewalk, heading towards her destination as she attempted to formulate a decent plan in her head. Anger had always been a bit impulsive, not thinking about consequences or problems its actions would present. Chris had always been rather spontaneous.

Now that she had given Isaac a location, all Chris needed to do was develop a strong idea of what the heck she was going to do with him. For their first "lesson", Chris supposed that they could just talk. There wasn't too much around Macs Coffee House; just a place for O'Cassedy to park his bike, and a couple of nearby stores. But apparently, getting coffee was a classic with the humans. It would suit Chris' needs.

After all, all Chris had to do was buy some coffee and crap while trying to get details on Isaac's personal life. Chris didn't have too much of a problem with that though. In order to teach someone like Isaac anger and how beneficial it could be when used correctly, Chris had to develop some confidence in him. Isaac was so meek, he didn't really have the nerve to get angry. At least, that's what Chris thought.

It was evident that Isaac's self-esteem and bullying issues went a bit deeper than just a bunch of jocks pushing him around. Chris had to get to the root of this problem to eradicate it. Specifically, Chris needed to understand Isaac's past.

The shitty part of this situation was that the Aequus hadn't a single clue about their human's past. When someone was drastically deprived of a specific emotion, their history played a substantial part in helping them. Chris definitely wasn't handed every detail of Isaac's childhood when she came down to Earth, so she was just going to get it herself.

The hazel-eyed brunette entered the coffee shop, stealing a couple glanced around the room. There were a few occupied tables, but overall, business was relatively slow.

Chris looked over the menu languidly, not even turning her head when the door opened once again.

"Oi, O'Cassedy," Chris greeted. She gestured towards the menu. "Want anything? I'll treat you." Chris turned to the lady who was patiently waiting for her order. "One salted caramel hot chocolate and a slice of your iced chocolate marble loaf cake please." Chris turned to Isaac. "Well? Do you want anything?"

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Ettie spotted Bodhi coming out from the back shortly after sitting down. She was tempted to call out to him right away, but she saw him approach a customer and decided to wait. Her eyes followed him quietly, not caring if he glanced over and saw her staring, until a deep voice drew her attention away from the dark-haired human.

Her brown eyes turned and saw an older man. At first, Ettie was slightly taken back, surprised by the stranger who had approached her, but this initial reaction was quickly gone. Contrary to what she would've expected to find at a bar at this hour, this man radiated a level of... love, something that she had yet to feel around the high school. It was so inviting to her that it was like a small gravitational pull for the Aequus.

"Thank you, sir," she replied to the compliment. The words that followed confirmed why she was feeling the pull and she couldn't help but smile warmly at the older man. "It sounds like you loved her a lot," she said in a soft voice, always enamored by the way humans expressed her emotion, and glancing over at Bodhi for a moment. It was somewhat easy for Ettie to sense love down here on earth but she couldn't feel the pain and heartbreak associated with losing someone you love-- which was, in fact, the very reason she was here on earth.

It was then that Bodhi approached them, setting down a glass in front of her. Pleasantly surprised, Ettie looked up at Bodhi and thanked him.

"Don't worry, Bodhi," Ettie said with a small laugh, hearing his comment about being too young. He was right and if it hadn't been for the older man's aura, Ettie would've probably taken Harry's approaching the way Bodhi insinuated, "Harry here has been good company."

She watched the man walk away for a moment before turning her stool back so she could face Bodhi. Ettie nodded at his comment, "I did. And I learned the Constitution like I promised."

Ettie then reached into her back and pulled out two or three newspapers, only a fraction of what she had brought. The first title was already highlighted, with the constitution number written in pencil in the margins. She then reached inside again and pulled out a Tupperware container, putting it down on the counter and sliding it towards Bodhi, "I also brought you some cookies. I don't know if you eat before coming to work."

Taking a sip of her lemonade, Ettie smiled at him, "How has the rest of your day been, by the way?"





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As soon as Isaac spotted Chris, he made a beeline towards the table, his blue eyes flashing down to the ground. He had never been to this coffee shop before, despite there being barely anything in Gulfport to begin with, but thankfully it was not buzzing with people. It gave way for a more quiet atmosphere for... well, whatever crazy plan Chris had come up with. As reluctant as he was, something told Isaac that it was better he had agreed to come. Chris didn't seem like one of those people to be happy when turned down.

He nodded slightly in greeting at Chris and took a seat in front of her, putting his backpack on the ground.

Under the table, he wiped his palms on his jeans. At the offer of food, Isaac felt his stomach grumble in protest of low food and he was thankful for the offer, although he would've probably gotten himself anything either way. He was opening his mouth to thank her, but she was already ordering. When the attention turned back to him, his eyes widened slightly as he looked up at the waitress. Reaching out for the menu on the table, he did a quick scan of the items, seeing most of the familiar things she would find at a coffee shop, from the coffees to teas to the bakery session.

"Can I have, uh... a banana bread and iced tea, please?" He said after a few seconds, closing the menu and putting it back down on the table.

The waitress wrote down the order and took the menus, leaving them for the meanwhile.

"Thanks for the food," he said softly, smiling a bit. He hadn't gone out with a friend in a really long time and, although he couldn't consider Chris a friend since he barely knew her, he couldn't help but admit that it felt kind of nice. He had very few friends as it was and for those rare times that they met, it was most likely to play video games or something like that. "So, uh, how long have you lived here in Gulport?" he asked after a moment, unsure of how this conversation should go about.

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Chris watched Isaac as he reached for the menu on the table. Under the table, her foot tapped the air impatiently.

"Can I have, uh...a banana bread and iced tea, please?" Isaac asked after a few moments of awkward silence. He closed the menu and set it back down on the table as the redheaded waitress nodded vigorously. She turned to Chris.

"Would you two like anything else?" she asked, clearly new enough to the job to feel eager about it, but definitely not green enough to not understand what to do.

"Nah, we're good," Chris answered for both her and Isaac in a rather languid manner. The waitress thought nothing about it, quickly striding towards the kitchen.

She's not one of the slow, let's-make-friends-with-our-customers types of employees, Chris thought to herself as she turned back to Isaac. Thank fuck, those types fucking piss me off.

"Thanks for the food," Isaac said softly, a small smile on his face. He clearly wasn't faking the gratitude. Chris shrugged nonchalantly.

"I brought you to a coffee shop," she stated dryly. "What else would I do?" Chris thought that much was obvious, although she wasn't going to refuse her human's gratitude.

There was a moment of awkward silence - contrary to popular belief, Anger was quite introverted and reserved, and wasn't too good of a conversationalist. ""So, uh, how long have you lived here in Gulfport?" Isaac was the one to break the ice, surprisingly.

"Definitely not as long as you," Chris stated the obvious. "I transferred schools this year though, so that's probably why you've never seen me. I came with my adopted sister, too," Chris barely refrained from cringing - she didn't hate Happiness at all, but sister was a bit much. "Bernadette Novak? You probably know her - she's clearly the sweetheart out of the two of us. People think we wouldn't get along that well, but I've survived with her since I was adopted thirteen years ago; we're cool."

Chris paused with her speaking when the redheaded waitress came back, an overly cheerful smile on her face. She set down the food gently. "One salted caramel hot chocolate and a slice of iced chocolate marble loaf cake for you," the waitress - her name tag said MARJO in big letters, which Chris recognized as Dutch - managed to say all that in one breath. Marjo turned to Isaac and set down his food. "And a slice of banana bread and one iced tea for you." Marjo turned to face both of them, a smile permanently plastered over her bright pink lips. "Enjoy your food!"

Chris nodded slightly, taking a long sip of her hot chocolate as the waitress went away. She took a bite of her cake. "I'm not sensitive about my history, so if you want to know something, ask away," she told Isaac. "But what about you? How's your family life? Have a nice time in elementary or not?" Chris tried to be direct without coming on too strong - Isaac's past might be a touchy subject for him. Chris wanted to get her information quickly and cleanly. She wasn't afraid to be brutal, but for this assignment, she had to tread lightly.

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After French, Kyler and Renan had planned to meet each other at the library about an hour after school. This gave Kyler a chance to head home and check in with his parents and sisters before heading over to meet Renan.

"나는 집에있다!" Kyler called out his family's customary greeting as he opened his front door and headed into his house. One of his sisters, Vienne, gave him a practiced smile as he entered the kitchen. Vienne was a junior in Berkeley, and was currently majoring in business. She was on a one-week vacation, and was to head back to California in five days.

"How're you doing, Ky?" Vienne asked her brother as she poured a little cooking oil into her pan. "What's high school like nowadays?"

"School's okay," he responded cheerily. Vienne nodded absentmindedly as he spoke; outwardly, she was selectively mute and not one to go against the tide, but Kyler knew that his clever sister secretly kicked ass behind the scenes. "I have to be at the library in about an hour, though. I'm partnering up with Renan Bittencourt for French."

"Never heard of him," Vienne said bluntly, adding ingredients to her pan. Vienne was fluent in six languages - English, Korean, French, German, Russian, and Mandarin - along with being able to speak conversational Japanese and Arabic. Her choices in high school for her language course were quite limited.

"He's relatively new," Kyler explained, which basically meant that he didn't know Renan since kindergarten. "We're working on a project about a French war - we haven't decided which war yet, though."

Kyler caught Vienne furrowing her brows as she plated her concoction which turned out to be her and Kyler's afternoon snack. "French wars?" she asked in almost a suspicious manner. "That doesn't really seem like your speed."

Kyler shrugged. "I suggested food at first," he explained, which earned a slight eyeroll from Vienne. Kyler bit into his food. "But Renan wanted to do something about wars. It doesn't seem that bad. We're going to the library to get a movie."

Vienne paused, her food halfway to her mouth. "A movie," she repeated, as if she didn't quite believe it. "A war movie...as in blood? And conflict?"

"Sure, that's one way to put it."

Vienne swallowed a bite of her food. "Lovely," she forced through her teeth. She took a long sip of water. "You should get going, though. This Renan might not want to wait for you."

Kyler hopped off his chair, smiling brightly at his older yet slightly shorter sister. "Yeah, I probably should," he said, grabbing his stuff. "Bye, Vienne!"

Kyler left, oblivious to his elder sister rubbing her temples.

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Kyler caught sight of Renan rather quickly; he had only been waiting for about thirty seconds when he saw the older teen approach the library. Kyler waved once Renan's gaze settled on him.

"Do you have any ideas for what movie we should check out?" Kyler asked once Renan had approached him. "As you probably know, I'm kinda new to this."

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Ettie's dark eyes followed Bodhi, watching as he served and attended the customers in a very fluid and learned manner. She wondered how long he had been working here. By the casual and familiar way the costumers interacted with him, she figured he wasn't necessarily new. Even though his one-word response at the end didn't exactly please her, she didn't care because the way he interacted with the older men in the bar (you could even call it a pleasant interaction) showed her that there was perhaps a less angry, even happy, side of Bodhi for her to work with. And this was way better than starting from zero. Really, despite not talking a lot, Ettie was learning a lot from this little... session. She just needed to find a way to maximize their interactions over the next few weeks. Or months, since Ettie didn't know how long they would be here.

Taking a long sip of the served refresher, she took one of the newspapers, quickly skimming over the words.

After a few minutes, she looked back up and folded the newspaper. "School is kind of far, do you walk or drive here?" she asked, taking another drink from her cup. Looking outside, through the tinted windows, she could see that it would start getting dark soon. "Do you live around here?" She added, wondering if Bodhi had to walk in the dark. It wasn't that she thought he couldn't handle it, but she also thought perhaps how tired he could be after long shifts.





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Isaac listened, his hands fumbling with a sugar packet he had taken from the middle of the table. When Bernadette was mentioned, his eyebrows raised ever so slightly. He had seen the older girl around, had even gotten a few of those smiles she gives out like gifts to those who needed it the most. Like most boys his age, it was hard to not be entranced by her entity and, like most of the student body, it was kind of hard to believe that someone like Chris and Bernadette were sisters at first. But, after some thought, it was reasonable. Siblings were never the same and it made even more sense if the two were adopted.

Unlike Chris, Isaac wasn't too fond of sharing his past so he shrugged, taking a longer sip of his cold drink than normal. "I moved here six months ago," he said, shrugging again and breaking off a piece of his banana bread. "But nothing special. So, uh, how are you liking it here? Where did you live before this?" He added, wanting to shift the attention away from himself.

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Isaac shrugged in response to Chris' query. "I moved here six months ago -" Keep going, come on. "- but nothing special. So, uh, how are you liking it here? Where did you live before this?" Chris refrained from scowling at Isaac's obvious attempt at avoiding the question.

"Berny and I lived in northern California," Chris smoothly made something up on the spot, stirring her hot chocolate before taking a sip. "Nothing even remotely exciting at all," the brunette scoffed, lowering her mug. "Even Gulfport's more interesting. So, what about you? Where'd you live before moving to Gulfport?" Chris paused to take a bite of her cake. "I mean, I get it if you'd rather not share all of your painful life secrets, but you could at least tell me where you came from.

"And anyway, beating up your bullies goes beyond punching someone where the sun doesn't shine. Hear me out, this stuff is deep psychological shit that I'm not smart enough to delve into, but if bullies are a problem from your past, then in all honesty, you could beat the shit out of all the assholes who want to rip you a new one, but it still wouldn't be enough."
Chris shrugged nonchalantly. "Just a thought. You may have not known me very long, but lemme tell you, talking stuff out is really helpful for someone like me - a person who's helping you out of the kindness in my heart." Chris dramatically tapped a fist to her chest. She knew Isaac was going to keep up his "avoid these personal questions at all cost" act - and if Chris was honest, it was the sensible thing to do - but she was just becoming the slightest bit desperate. Anger wasn't known for her patience, which was a quality one needed when dealing directly with Earth and humans, but Chris just wanted out of this "learning a deep career lesson as an Aequus" shit.

Okay, sure, the food on Earth was good, and there was much more... life to the planet than where the Aequus had been residing since the beginning of time, but as tantalizing as human life was, Chris would always be Anger, and Anger was an Aequus. Aequus did not belong on Earth, nor among humans.

Poor little O'Cassedy was just going to have to deal with Chris pounding him into a mold he needed to fit.