Description

"Life is a fickle thing, it can come crumbling down so easily."

General Knowledge

Full Name:
Kaya Josephine Crane

Nickname:
Kay

Gender:
Female

Age:
Twenty

Ethnicity/Race:
Korean American

Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual

Room #:
207

Prior Occupation:
Student

Current Occupation:
Mental Health Counselor

Role:
'The Bound Woman'

Things You Want To Know

Hair Color:
Black

Eye Color:
Dark Brown

Height:
1.65cm/ 5'5"

Weight:
54kg/ 120lbs

Tattoos:
Infinity
The small infinity symbol sits on the back of her neck, right on top of her scar.

Piercings:
Kaya only has her ears pierced and has never considered getting any others.
Her mother often told her that beauty is simplicity and elegance, influencing her in many of her decisions.

Scars:
The only scar kaya possesses is the ring around her neck from her attempted suicide. Kaya hates this constant reminder of her past mistakes and frequently covers it up with makeup or a scarf.

Character Color:
#523c5e

Description:
Kaya has always been described as a beautiful girl. She holds herself high, dresses to compliment her body and takes pride in her appearance. She is average height and a naturally slim build. Her large brown eyes can go from expressive to 'dead' in seconds, depending on her mood. She has a quiet smile, but isn't shy about using it when something makes her happy. Her straight black hair is kept cropped to the shoulders. As stated above her style and appearance has been influenced by her mother's belief that beauty is simple elegance. Her clothes reflect this idea and are generally simple pieces.

For Better Or For Worse

Personality:
{Confident, Composed, Dreamer, Scarred, Flirtatous, Conflicted}
Kaya has always been a quietly confident person. If asked her opinion she will happily share it, if asked for advice she is more than willing to give it. A curious nature and inquisitive mind often saw Kaya following whatever stray thought or idea that came to mind. As a child she was often called a dreamer and even as an adult there are times when her mind wonders.

Still Kaya has always possessed a certain degree of composure. As a young child she would watch through calm eyes while other children screeched and wailed. She has always been able to keep her emotions in line, never overreacting to unnecessary situations. This didn't mean that she was cold or indifferent to others and their emotions, merely that she was able to keep hers from dictating her life. Kaya is good at reading people and understanding how to approach them. In this way she was easily able to seduce numerous boys.

She is, in essence, a kind person. She loves her family and her friends and would go to great lengths to help them. Her biggest fault has always been her weakness for men and a short attention span. Boys were never rare around Kaya and she enjoyed their attention. Boyfriends came and went, relationships ending when she grew bored and her interests wondered to the next boy. Guilt was never an issue. She viewed it as her right to be able to move on, after all this is the 21st century and she was free to be with whoever she wanted. Those boys who kicked up a fuss or became sobbing wrecks were no longer her problem. It wasn't until the suicide of her boyfriend that she realised her 'games' had real consequences.

Ever since his death and her own attempted suicide Kaya has become more introverted. Her actions have matured her and she now views the world through different eyes. Her old habit of flirting with anyone that caught her fancy has all but disappeared although sometimes habits die hard. Regret and guilt seem to be ever present emotions and often Kaya finds her composure breaking.

Hobbies:
- Photography - 'It's only amateur photography, but I love developing my own photos'
- Calligraphy - 'Call me old fashioned, but I love tradition'
- Reading History Textbooks - 'I love long gone eras and reading about the lives of people who lived hundreds of years ago'

Habits:
- If she is wearing a scarf Kaya will fidget with the material around her neck. Usually this occurs when she is particularly anxious. -
- When unhappy or irritated with someone Kaya purses her lips. -
- If Kaya's attention isn't focused her mind tends to daydream. -

Oddities:
- Kaya has hay fever, unfortunate given her love of spring. -
- While not allergic to them, even the smell of mussels makes Kaya want to be sick. -
- Kaya hates Octopi, especially their tentacles and suckers. -

Likes/Loves:
Pancakes \\ Spring
Photography \\ The darkroom
Word Puzzles \\ Sudoku
Tradition \\ History
Feeling needed \\ Cats
Green Tea \\ Jazz Music Dislikes/Hates:
Aphids \\ Boredom
Running \\ Heights
Cultural Insensitivity \\ Sushi
Octopi \\ Horror Movies
Discussing her deceased boyfriend
Surprises \\ Secrets

Stuff You Shouldn't know...

Strengths and Weaknesses

Character Skills/Talents:

Dates - 'Give me an event and I can tell you when it occurred. Years, months, days, it's always come easily to me'
Flirting - 'Many people wouldn't consider flirting a skill, but there is an art to it and I just so happen to be a natural'
Photography - 'Every kid with a camera claims to be a photographer, but I like to think that I've a talent for it'
Languages - 'I speak fluent English and Korean. My Spanish and Latin are passable too'
Violin - 'My mother believed in a well-rounded education and as a result I am an adequate violinist'

Character Flaws/Weaknesses:

Running - 'You may call it a flaw or a dislike, either way I'm terrible at it'
Short-attention Span - 'I become bored easily, particularly with men...'
Trust - 'Giving someone my trust has always been hard. I know how cruel people can be, after all I broke the trust of someone who loved me without a second thought'
Mathematics - 'Dates I understand, but ask me to divide by x and you have a problem.'

Secrets:
- Attempted Suicide - 'I don't know exactly how many people know, but it's not something I like to share.'
- The part she played in her boyfriend's suicide - 'Again this isn't something I choose to share with people, although there are undoubtedly a small number of individuals that know I am guilty.'
- Her Mother's Affair - 'Do I reveal this secret and destroy my family or hide it and pretend everything is normal?'

Fears/Phobias:
- Heights - 'Or perhaps it is the falling that I am more scared of?'
- Ghosts - 'I know they aren't real, but that doesn't make my fear any less real.'
- Death - 'Ah yes, the girl who tried to kill herself is afraid of death.'
- Being Alone - 'Without my family and my friends who am I?'

Remembering The Past

Biography

Place Of Origin:
Seoul, Korea

Birth Date:
18th May

History:
Kaya Crane is the only child of August and Hana Crane, both wealthy in their own rights. Hana was born and raised in the Korean Capital of Seoul. Her family had old money and thanks to timely investments in the right enterprises their already substantial wealth continued to rise throughout Hana's youth. August was American born and bred. His early life was one of poverty and it was only through his own hard-work that August was able to put himself through College and begin his own company. His fortune quickly rose and soon he was setting up offices across the world and seeking wealthy investors. Hana's family became closely tied to the young man's company and eventually the two met.

A year after their marriage Kaya was born in her mother's native country. A year later the new family relocated to the US where the combined fortune of her parents meant that Kaya was brought up surrounded by opulence. Kaya was a cute kid who rarely got into trouble, although her daydreaming often earned her a stern word from teachers and parents. When Kaya was nine she walked in on her mother and another man having sex. At the time she wasn't able to fully comprehend what she was seeing, but she knew that it was something that could tear her family apart. Her mother made her swear to keep it a secret and thus far she has. Her mother and father insisted on Kaya getting a good, well-rounded education. She was enrolled in extra-circular activities from a young age. Although she didn't always like the activities, she had been taught to respect her elders and so rarely questioned their decisions. It wasn't until puberty hit that Kaya began to become a little rebellious.

Even as a young girl Kaya liked boys. She would play married couples with her favourite of the week until a new favourite appeared. When puberty hit she suddenly discovered that there were other things a boy was useful for besides cleaning imaginary dishes. Kaya never set out to be a cheater, it just happened. She would find herself daydreaming about other boys while kissing her current boyfriend. One thing would lead to another and eventually she'd be getting physical with her new interest. She never kept track of how many boys' hearts she broke, at the time it seemed little more than a game. Kaya simply saw what she wanted and she went after it, not taking into account the feelings of any of the other involved parties.

By the start of her senior year Kaya was head over heels for Dean Adler, the school's star football player. They started dating not long after the school year began. Dean was devoted to her and Kaya, for her part, was quite taken with the sensitive jock too. They were hot favourites for prom King and Queen and generally regarded as the school's 'it' couple. But eventually Kaya's attention began to wonder. Dean's teammate and best friend Flynn Maddison had always struck Kaya's interest. That interest only grew as her boredom with Dean increased.

Prom night wasn't their first time. A week earlier Flynn had invited Kaya round for a 'study date'. If Kaya felt any guilt for cheating on Dean she didn't show it. Then came Prom. Kaya and Dean were crowned Prom King and Queen and shared their victory slow dance together. For those few hours Dean's world was complete, and then he walked in on his girlfriend and best-friend some hours later at the after party. The pain in his eyes was visible and Kaya, unable to say a word, watched as Dean turned and left. She hastily dressed, ignoring Flynn's incessant swearing, and quickly left to find Dean. For the first time in her life she felt guilty. She hadn't wanted to hurt Dean, but her selfish actions had done so. Despite her best efforts Kaya was unable to find Dean . When she returned home her mind was subdued and she couldn't quite shake the ominous feeling that clung to her.

At exactly 5.03am the next morning Kaya was woken by the ringing of her cellphone. Her world seemed to blur and shift as she answered, the knowledge that something terrible had happened coming to her. Dean's mother was on the other end in hysterics. She hadn't known who else to call, after all Dean's father had died years ago and both sets of grandparents were out of the picture and so Kaya was the second person to find out that Dean had hung himself. Kaya remembers feeling simultaneously numb and as if her whole body were wracked with pain. She knew it was her fault that Dean was dead.

At his funeral guilt and remorse were the overwhelming emotions. She couldn't bare to look at Flynn and she was stiff and remote with Dean's mother. At home she locked herself in her room, refusing to eat or talk to anyone. As the pain of loss and guilt increased she realised the only way to end it was to kill herself. Taking a length of rope from the garage she crafted herself a noose and with more conviction than she had realised she possessed she slid her neck through the circle and kicked her chair away. Fate however had other plans and for good or for ill the rope snapped, sending her half choking to the ground. Now Kaya must try to find a way to live with the crushing guilt and find a way to move on.

Family Tree
Father - August Crane - 49 - Alive
Mother - Hana Crane - 46 - Alive

Happiest Memory:
Kaya was five and sick with chicken pox. Both her parents had taken the day off to spend time with their sick daughter. Kaya remembers sitting in bed with her parents and playing board games all day. While her mother prepared lunch her father played Tea Parties with her, going along with the young girl's imagination. This simple memory has always stood out to Kaya.

Saddest Memory:
There are two memories that are Kaya's saddest memories. Both memories are firmly imprinted into her mind and will likely never be forgotten. The first is the death of her boyfriend. The early morning call from Dean's mother still haunts Kaya. The second memory is her failed suicide attempt. When the rope snapped there was an overwhelming feeling of disappointment. She had meant to end her life, but even that she couldn't complete.

Sad Dream | Sky Ferreira
Poured myself a warm glass and laid awake
Prayed the lord my soul to take
Thought about you all day
How we have the same face
I fell asleep so confused
Parts of me remind me of you
How could I ever wish away

Only ever in dreams I wrap my arms around you
And standing in the water with me
I could tell you what I wanna tell you
And I hope it's not just a bad dream
Hope it's not just a sad dream

I wake up and I hear my phone ring
I hear you call and I let my phone ring
When I got into my car and drove away
I listen to the stereo play

I live by my own laws, stick to my guns
Hold my head up to the midnight sun
Hope the guilt will dim and fade
A fire baptism engulfs my shame

Only ever in dreams I wrap my arms around you
And standing in the water with me
I could tell you what I wanna tell you
And I hope it's not just a bad dream
Hope it's not just a sad dream

Only ever in dreams I wrap my arms around you
And standing in the water with me
I could tell you what I wanna tell you
And I hope it's not just a bad dream
Hope it's not just a sad dream

Creep | Scala & Kolacny Brothers
When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so very special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

She's running out the door
She's running out
She run, run, run, run
Run

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here

Other

Other/Misc:

Wants to gain:
Kaya wishes to find a way to move on with her life. She doubts she will ever be free of her guilt, but perhaps she will eventually be able to pay off the debt she feels she owes.

Anything else:
Although Dean Adler has been dead for two years Kaya still cannot help but think of him as her boyfriend.

OOC

This Character is an NPC

Former Owner:
Cloud

So begins...

Kaya Crane's Story

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#2013-09-24 02:23:05, as written by Cloud

Kaya's bedroom was closed, the heavy curtains pulled tight against the morning sun and the door into the rest of her apartment shut tight. Kaya was seated on her bed, her back resting on the mountain of pillows propped up on the bedhead and the blankets pulled as high as they would allow. The book resting against her drawn up knees was a brief history on the exploration of Antarctica. The first accepted sighting of the icy continent was in 1820 by a Russian expedition. Kaya's mind tried to picture being the first human to see Antarctica, to spot the endless expanse of ice sheets. As it usually did when Kaya was daydreaming, the image of Dean Adler, her deceased boyfriend, floated up into her mind's eye. Perhaps it was the thought of an endless frozen wasteland that had brought up the image, or else the thought that he would never get to explore the world thanks to his untimely death.

Guilt, sadness and depression swept over the girl. One year and three months she had been here and yet none of her feelings had changed. Dean had been dead for two years, his death unquestionably her fault. If she hadn't cheated then Dean's heart wouldn't have broken, driving him to take his own life. Almost unconsciously Kaya's hand came up to lightly trace the scar that ran around her neck. Kaya knew that life wasn't fair. She had tried to kill herself, overwhelmed by the guilt. Yet fate had decided to spare her, and for what? For this life?

Several months after her first attempt Kaya, still racked with guilt and undoubtedly depressed, had finally worked up the courage to try again. Hanging herself was out of the question, this time death would have to stick. For that reason Kaya made her way up to the roof of her father's company's office building. She edged towards the lip of the building, the wind wiping around her as she took slow steps forward.
"How boring."
Shocked to find she wasn't alone Kaya had turned to find a man standing beside her. His eyes seemed to shine with a curious mixture of intelligence, boredom and chaos. He wasn't a large man, although taller than Kaya, yet he had a presence about him. Speechless Kaya couldn't think of a reply. Where had he come from?
"You were really going to try again?" He scoffed, "As if the first time was successful."
"The first time?" Kaya repeated, dumbfounded. Her eyebrows came together in a frown as she tried to make sense of this man, "Who are you?"
"I'm the man that can make all of your troubles go away. I can wipe away your debt, your grief, give you a home amongst kindred spirits who know what you're going through." He paused and gave Kaya a smile, "That's what you want isn't it? You would give anything for someone to just understand."
What she wanted was to turn back time, what Kaya would give anything for would be to save Dean's life. But that was impossible. This offer though, was tempting. To have everything wiped, to be with others who understood her pain. Kaya glanced over the lip of the building at the streets far below. She pictured stepping over the ledge and falling, eventually hitting the bottom. She didn't have to accept, she could end all the pain right here, it was only a step away... Yet something had stopped her from taking the literal plunge, perhaps a belated sense of self-preservation or a swelling of curiosity. Whatever the reason she had turned to the mysterious man, ready to put her trust in the curious stranger.

The only thing that propelled Wade out of his bed that morning was the thought of a hot breakfast with Kaya. If not for the promise of delicious pancakes he most surely would have pulled the covers over his head and gone back to sleep. Mornings were never great for Wade, his mood naturally swung to depressed and it took a lot to reverse it. This morning was no different, but a promise was a promise and Wade was nothing if not loyal. So, with an effort, he pulled himself out of bed and headed to his shower.

As the hot water poured over his body Wade closed his eyes and recited the words of 'Hamlet' to himself. Shakespeare always had a way of calming him down and when he was finished the first verse Wade's depressed mood had given way to a happier, lighter young man. He dressed quickly in his usual garb of casual jeans and jumper before leaving his apartment and making his way down to Kaya's, whistling poorly as he went. He didn't run into anyone else on his brief journey, although he passed several of their rooms on the way to Kaya''s. Reaching Kaya's room, number 207, he reached out and gave a loud rap on the door.

A distant knock in the here and now brought Kaya back to the present.
"Kaya! I hope you're not asleep!" Wade's loud voice carried easily through Kaya's apartment and into her bedroom, despite the presence of several closed doors. With a sigh the girl closed her book and slipped out of bed. She padded across the wooden floors of her room, turning up the collar of her pyjamas to best cover her scar. Her bedroom opened up onto the lounge, a cozy room that acted as the centre of Kaya's apartment in the House. From there it was a short walk across a worn rug to the door.
"You'll wake up the whole House." Kaya replied, her normal composure returning to cover any hint that she had just been engulfed by remorse. "Come in." She added, stepping aside to let Wade pass.

The two moved into Kaya's kitchen where Kaya immediately began to pull out ingredients for one of her favourite meals, pancakes. Turning with a bag of flour in her hand Kaya found Wade kneeling on the ground in front of her, a rose held delicately up for her.
"But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Kaya is the sun." Wade recited, moving his hand dramatically from the sun streaming in through the kitchen windows to Kaya, dressed in her matching pink pyjama set. Used to Wade's ways after a year of his company in the house, Kaya simply placed the bag of flour in his hand before moving around him to begin mixing the ingredients. Unconcerned with his rejection Wade stood and moved to help Kaya. His playful flirting had long since lost any serious meaning, it was now just his way of having fun.

Twenty minutes later the two sat at the small dining table, happily pouring golden syrup over their creations. When Wade had first arrived at the House Kaya had been the only girl in residence, having arrived three months prior to the girl-crazy young man. Fortunately when Wade finally realised that Kaya would never be romantically interested in the blonde boy he was happy to settle for friendship.
"How are all your crazys?" Wade asked through a mouthful of pancakes, referring to Kaya's job as a mental health counselor. "Mine are all exceptional."
Kaya raised her eyebrow at Wade's term for her patients. Poor mental health hardly made someone crazy.

However before Kaya could respond a figure literally popped into the room, a grin plastered across his face. Wade dropped his fork in surprise while Kaya maintained her outward composure, although inwardly her mind was once again reliving her first meeting with the man.
"Good morning my little sheep. How are things?" The Shepherd greeted the pair. Kaya pursed her lips and let Wade answer for the two,
"Oh you know, same old. Could be better, could be worse." Wade shrugged, picking up his fork before adding, "What brings you here, oh mighty herder?" Wade's tone was light, hiding the fact that the Shepherd greatly unsettled him. The Shepherd ignored Wade's comment, merely smirking,
"I've already told Danny-boy so I thought I'd pop in to relay some good news." He replied.
"What's the news?" Wade asked, wondering if 'good' was an appropriate word to be used with anything concerning the Shepherd.
""Two more unfortunate souls have joined the flock," He answered, before directing a malicious grin at Kaya, "One of which I'd like you to keep an eye on, Kaya. She's a little thing, poor girl, only ten years old. She's taken room 212."
"What happened to her?" Kaya asked, wondering what horror could drive a ten year old girl to deal with the Shepherd.
"The little darling watched her mother stab her father." His reply was nonchalant.
"Well shit." Was Wade's only reply. Kaya felt the corners of her mouth fall into a frown, no one here was exempt from painful memories but at least she hadn't had to see those she loved kill each other.
"Danny's got a new next door neighbor as well. It should be fun to see." The Shepherd added before turning towards the door. "I'll be going. I've got business elsewhere."
With a last, sing-song "Ta~ta" the Shepherd vanished, leaving Wade and Kaya to consider the impact of his words.

"Well, at least he didn't try and have some of our pancakes..." Wade said, trying to lighten the mood left in the wake of the Shepherd's visit. Kaya sighed, shaking her head at Wade's poor joke, but nonetheless a small smile emerged on her face.
"Come on, eat up." Kaya said, pushing another pancake onto his plate before adding, "Looks like it's going to be a long day."

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#2013-10-01 14:13:12, as written by Cloud

Kaya was exhausted, both physically and mentally. It was well past 9pm and yet Kaya was still not home. She had only just left the Psychiatric Department in fact, four hours after her day was meant to end. However, there was little she could do when her last patient of the day refused to leave. He was a delusional older man with severe depression and an unhealthy belief that the government was trying to poison him. His problems were probably treatable, but the man had a frustrating tendency to ignore his medication and the advice of his professionals. On this particular night he refused to go home and threatened suicide at the approach of anyone but Kaya, his counselor.

It was not the most ideal of situations, holed up in the office with an unstable man. She would very much have liked to reach out, take the man's hand and send a wave of relaxation through him. Calming emotions and happiness would have quickly solved her problem, at least for now, but the man, while allowing Kaya to approach, had stopped short of actually letting her touch him. Touch, skin to skin contact, was a necessity for the manipulation of emotions. So, Kaya had spent the next four hours seated across from the man, talking to him in a soothing voice. It seemed this time his paranoia had convinced him that his medication was laced with sodium chloride, a chemical that he was certain had already started to slowly kill him. The major hurdle had been explaining to the man that sodium chloride was actually common table salt, after he understood this Kaya found it much easier to calm him down.

Finally, Kaya was able to make skin contact. The man, already a lot calmer than earlier, responded quickly to Kaya's influence. The last frown lines left his forehead and a contented smile spread across his face. Pulling her hand away Kaya stood, led the man out of the room and straight into the arms of the waiting hospital men. This episode had earned him a spot in the mental health ward of the hospital. Kaya would have to ask Wade to look out for the poor guy.

Outside Kaya pulled her jacket closer around her, shielding herself from the cool night air. Her collar was, as usual, turned up to cover her neck. Hitching her bag over her shoulder Kaya pulled out a thin, black scarf and wrapped it quickly around her slim neck, a further precaution to cover her scar. That done Kaya strode off down the street, her heels making rhythmic clacks against the pavement. A light breeze ruffled her dark hair, Kaya raised a hand to push a strand out of her eyes. As tired as she was, Kaya was not yet ready to return to the House. She needed some time to relax. Rounding a corner she spotted her destination, a quiet bar squeezed between a fast food joint and a strip club.

Kaya entered the pub and made straight for the bar. The place had a certain shabby elegance to it. The seats were worn leather and polished wood, a set of antlers hung above the bar, a television high in the corner gave an almost clear picture of some sports game and the lights almost reached the dank corners. The customers were only slightly less depressing than the interior; lonely old men sitting alone with glasses of whiskey in their hands and down on their luck business men with a look of defeat written across their faces. A few glanced up at the young woman as she entered, others remained enthralled in their memories. Kaya was always surprised that she didn't find the Shepherd hanging around places like this, waiting to pounce on the next desperate soul. Or perhaps these souls were too depressing, even for his taste.

"Long Island Ice Tea." Kaya told the bartender, who grunted acknowledgement and went to make the drink. That was another thing Kaya liked about the bar, she was never asked for I.D. She had come here before, of course, when she needed a break from the House and her job. It wasn't often and never for long, but she found the quite atmosphere relieving. A minute later, as the bartender placed her drink in front of her, the door swung open. The noise level seemed to explode as a group of young men entered the bar, all had clearly been drinking and by the sounds of their conversation they had just been to visit the neighbouring strip club.

They stumbled up to the bar and slurred their orders at the bartender. Kaya took a sip of her drink and watched the boys with mild curiosity. They were in their mid-twenties, not horrible to look at and seemed to have enough money for a night of booze and women. Eventually one seemed to notice Kaya sitting quietly beside them. Roving eyes did a sweep of her body and seeming to like what he saw, he slid across to sit beside her.
"Hi there. What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?" The cliched line made Kaya cringe.
"What's a pretty guy like you doing in a place like this?" Kaya responded, knowing the drunk would probably not comprehend that she was mocking him. Kaya guessed correctly, the man seemed to take this thinly veiled sarcasm as invitation enough and soon Kaya found herself the full focus of his attention. She flirted back happily enough, batting her eyelashes and laughing in all the right parts. She knew what was expected of her and she played her part like a pro, she was a natural at the art after all. Kaya even enjoyed it a little. However, eventually Kaya's thoughts drifted to Dean, guilt swept over her and Kaya left, waving away all complaints by the drunken man.

Once upon a time she might have stayed talking and flirting, but things had changed. She still felt the thrill of flirting, but her guilt generally killed any romantic feelings she might have. Flirting had once been a game for her, but now it was also a tragic reminder of a life cut short.
The taxi ride home was uneventful and Kaya quickly paid the driver and made her way inside. Passing room 212 Kaya hesitated, deliberating whether or not to knock. Despite the Shepherd's request Kaya hadn't been to see the young girl yet. A glance at her watch made up her mind for her and Kaya continued on, promising herself that she would visit the girl tomorrow. For now Kaya only wanted to crawl into bed, pull the covers up over her head and go to sleep.

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#2013-10-07 12:35:49, as written by Cloud

Wade flicked through his collection of DVDs, making a mess behind and beside him as he threw the unwanted cases to the side. He barely glanced at most of the titles, knowing already that he didn't feel like watching any of them. 'Shakespeare in Love' went flying behind him, why he had ever bought that particular DVD was beyond him. 'To Kill a Mockingbird' followed a second later, similar questions surfacing in Wade's head as the classic movie went flying. The movie was definitely not Wade's style, nor was 'Love Actually' or 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone'. He hesitated on 'Die Hard', his love of action movies giving him pause.
"Maybe." Wade muttered to himself, placing it on a fresh square of carpet before turning back to the remaining discs. He sat back ten minutes later with a selection of three movies in front of him, 'Die Hard' included.

Ignoring the mess around him Wade picked up his finalists and took them through into his lounge. The room was small and dark, given that the sun had just set. A line of spirit bottles lined the shelf above the television, most half empty, an ashtray sat on the coffee table with an old cigarette hanging over the edge. Wade placed the DVDs on the coffee table before picking up and emptying what was in the ashtray. He brushed the crumbs off his couch, wiped the split beer off the table and then sat down, content with the amount of cleaning he had done.

Wade bet a tune in his thighs as he waited, glancing up every so often at the clock hanging on his wall. Doubts raced through his head as the clock hands moved ever closer to 7.00pm. Perhaps she had changed her mind? Maybe she had found someone else to make plans with? No, Kaya would have let him know if she wasn't going to come.... His fingers twitched, his feet began to tap out a tuneless melody and Wade's teeth seemed to be chattering of their own accord. Another minute passed, nothing. Wade's head whipped around as a creaking sound caught his attention, followed shortly after by a light knocking on his door. He jumped to his feet and pulled his front door open, revealing the small girl waiting on his welcome mat.

"What happened to your face?" Kaya asked. It took Wade a split second to remember the panda-like bruise around his eye, he smiled and shrugged as he explained,
"One of the inmates didn't want to take a bath." Wade's voice was light and conversational as he told Kaya his story, "He thought the waters would wash away his holy aura... or some shit like that. Took five of us to get him in there and then we had to get him clean."
"Six grown men wrestling in a soapy bath, fancy that." Kaya replied, a quiet smirk appearing on her face as Wade led her towards the couch. "So, what are we watching tonight?" She added, glancing down at the DVDs Wade had selected.
"Oh, you know... just the classics." Wade replied, moving towards the couch himself. He took a seat and watched as Kaya picked up one of the cases.
"Saw IV? No way." Kaya protested. Kaya had an intense dislike of scary movies. Wade knew he had been rather optimistic when picking that movie and he watched anxiously as Kaya glanced over the other selections. Once they had passed her test Wade told her to pick whichever one she wanted to watch first while he put on the popcorn.

Ten minutes later, a bowl of hot popcorn sitting between the two, the opening credits of Die Hard rolled onto the screen and Bruce Willis appeared. Once the popcorn was finished Wade placed the bowl on the coffee table, allowing him and Kaya to spread out a little on the couch. Kaya had her knees up under her chin and her hands locked under her feet as she watched the movie. Wade, who was sprawled out across both the coffee table and the couch couldn't quite understand how she was comfortable.

As the movie came to an end some time later Wade cast a glance at Kaya to find his friend curled in a ball, asleep. Wade slowly leaned over her, balancing on his knees. "She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm i'th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought, and with a green and yellow melancholy she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?" His words were soft, barely above a whisper.
"Stop quoting Shakespeare at me." Kaya cracked an eyelid open, her dark brown eye blinking up at Wade. Having throught her asleep, Kaya's muffled voice startled Wade. He jolted back on the couch, but quickly lost his balance, his knee slipped off the couch and he hit the floor with a soft thump. His elbow made painful contact with the coffee table. Wade sucked in a breath, biting his lip to stop from shouting and grasped his throbbing elbow to his chest.
"Serves you right." Kaya's voice failed to mask the amused tone. "Come on," She added, pushing herself up into a sitting position and swinging her legs over the edge of the couch to rest beside Wade, "I'll fix you up." Wade didn't miss the grin that had spread across Kaya's face and his own mouth spread to mirror hers,
"Fix my heart, my wounds will follow." He muttered, a playful gleam in his eye as he pushed himself into a sitting position. Kaya rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she helped Wade to his feet and into the kitchen.

Kaya took some ice out of the freezer, wrapped a tea towel around it and handed it to Wade, instructing him to place it on his bruised elbow. Then, satisfied he wasn't about to fall apart anytime soon, Kaya made for the door.
"You're leaving? But we haven't even started the other movies!" He protested, cringing as he tried to point at the TV with his sore arm.
"Watch them by yourself Shakespeare," Came Kaya's retort, "I am going to bed." With that she closed the door behind her, leaving Wade to flop down on the couch alone and slot in the DVD of his choice: Saw IV.

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#2013-10-28 08:05:43, as written by Cloud

There was a reason they sent the most difficult patients to Kaya. In the short time she had been working at the Psychiatric Department Kaya had earned the respect of many of her colleges for the ease with which she handled her patients. To the eyes of her peers she seemed to have an almost supernatural ability to calm her patients, or to cheer up those in the depths of depression. Of course they understood that Kaya's talents lay in her gentle methods, her quietly probing questions and her ability to relate to the patients. They weren't to know that with the Shepherd's help Kaya had access to a skill set that any psychiatrist would have traded their left foot to have. It was Kaya's skill of empathy that made her such a favourite of the patients and such a star in the department. Of course she was careful when using it, push an emotion on someone too quickly and she could unknowingly affect herself at the same time. That's why she preferred to take it slowly, using her powers to bit by bit make her patients better. It was this method, more than anything else, that had earned her her reputation among the unknowing staff. It was her talent that had also earned her a particularly difficult patient who now sat quietly on her leather couch, trying to slowly sink into the couch.

It should be made clear that the young female patient was difficult not simply because of her many mental issues, although they were certainly a factor. No, what made Matilda Rose Marvoy such a hard patient to deal with was her overbearing parents. Over the past three years they had gone through six different counselors, each one apparently worse than the last. Now Kaya was forced to listen as Matilda's father made a rather forceful speech about the manner he expected his only child to be seen to. Kaya made no reply as the father spoke, nor did she say a word when Matlida's mother added her two cents. Instead Kaya focused on their daughter, noting the way she shrunk further into her seat with each word spat from her father's tongue. Kaya felt a pang of pity for the poor girl and decided that she had heard enough. She cleared her throat, giving both parents the option to politely quieten down. When that didn't work Kaya raised a hand and when Matilda's father continued to plow on Kaya stood and laid a hand on his bare arm.

"Enough." She said. His eyes seemed to momentarily bulge, as if not quite believing that Kaya was interrupting him. At the same time his wife jumped forward, demanding to know what Kaya believed she was doing. Kaya reached out her free hand and gripped the woman's hand. Instantly both parents went quite and a matching set of happy smiles appeared on their faces. Kaya felt her own mouth twitch up into a smile, although hers was from amusement instead of the pure happiness she had created for Matilda's parents. Still with the ridiculous grins on their faces the parents turned, waved happily to their daughter and left the room without another word. Kaya cocked her head slightly to the side, wondering if she had given too much happiness. They seemed almost blissfully unaware of what was going on around them now. However once the door closed behind them Kaya shrugged, returned to her seat and positioned herself so that she was comfortably facing Matilda.

"What did you do?" The girl whispered in awe. Kaya smiled at her and give the young girl her best conspiratorial wink.
"Nothing you need to worry about." Kaya told her. "Your parents are not my concern, you are."
The girl's eyes were wide as she looked at Kaya.
"So Matilda, would you like some tea?" Kaya nodded her head towards the teapot and cups set up on a side table. As expected Matilda seemed to brighten up slightly at the mention of tea, straitening up out of the couch slightly. Kaya had read her file and found that Matilda had a strange attachment to tea. Kaya herself had always been more of a fan of herbal tea, but she was willing to substitute teabags for an hour if meant making Matilda feel comfortable. Kaya got to her feet and poured the pair of cup each of tea, only pausing to ask what Matilda liked to accompany her tea.

Minutes later, with the cups of steaming tea held comfortably in their hands Kaya began the slow process of drawing Matilda carefully out of her shell. When she could Kaya would use her pathokinesis to help Matilda along, changing the feelings of one thought subtly here and improving her mood slowly the next moment. It was delicate, but the end result would be worthwhile and she hoped that eventually Kaya could help Matilda to beat her depression. Kaya knew personally how depression could negatively affect a person's life and she hated to think of poor Matilda facing the same limited options as Kaya had thought she had.

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#2013-10-31 11:00:24, as written by Cloud

Time: 8:40 A.M.
Location: House of the Damned, Manhattan, New York

The morning had dawned with only the barest hint of sunlight, a depressing blanket of grey clouds covering the sky. Wade woke surprisingly early given that his shift had ended later than usual the previous night. Pulling himself out of bed he stumbled blindly through his dimly lit room towards the bathroom, needing to relieve his stretched bladder. The little light that was able to pass through both the thick layer of clouds and Wade's bedroom curtains did little to illuminate the clutter that littered the young man's floor. An ill placed step resulted in a string of swear words as his toe hit the edge of an unseen object. Wade gripped his foot in one hand and hopped on the other as the tirade of foul language left his mouth. A moment later his planted foot made contact with another painful object, possibly his phone charger. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Wade shouted. Wade hobbled the rest of the way before finally pushing on the bathroom door and, at the risk of further injuring his feet, turning on the light.

It was not an auspicious beginning to the day and a sure sign to Wade that the world was not on his side. So once he had relieved himself Wade stumbled back to his bed and slumped beneath the warm covers. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift to the edge of sleep. He could easily spend all day in bed, sleeping and lazing. In fact if he had it his way that's exactly how he planned to spend his day. After half an hour when sleep still hadn't returned Wade stretched out and flicked on his bedside lamp. Still lying in bed his gaze focused on the bookcase he had conveniently placed within easy reach of the bed. He picked up a well worn copy of Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales and gave the book a casual flick through. Dissatisfied with his choice he replaced it in the shelf and pulled out a contemporary book, Mr Pip by Lloyd Jones. Content Wade settled back into the blankets and cushions of his bed and lost himself in the world the book created.

Wade found it easy to lose track of the time when he read. The only indication of the changing time was the increasing light pushing its way through his window. His phone also seemed to vibrate every so often from somewhere on his floor. It was well past midday when he finally set down the book, rubbing her eyes briefly. With a sigh he pushed himself up onto his elbows, his eyes glancing around his dark room. He felt no desire to get up today. He didn't have work, there was no one in particular he cared to see today and nothing he was itching to do. He rolled over in bed, reaching towards the drawer of his bedside table he pulled it open and riffled through. He pulled out a small packet from the back of the draw and in the light of his bedside lamp he rolled himself a joint, his fingers making quick work of the familiar activity. Leaning back against the headboard of his bed he took a long, slow drag before softly releasing the smoke. He gave a relaxed smile and felt himself sink further into his cushions.

Sometime later the makeshift ashtray, an old glass that had never made its escape out of the room, was a layer of ash higher. Wade himself was feeling rather 'higher' than he had earlier. His attention was focused on the small metal bolt that he was tossing into the air. As he was on his back there was every chance that should he miss, the bolt would hit him in the face. But that was part of the fun. He zoned in on the bolt as it left his fingers, watching as it slowed as it reached the top of its arc. He couldn't say exactly how long he had been doing this, but the only thing likely to stop him was a distraction from outside.

"Wade!" The voice of his friend made Wade turn his head to face the door, forgetting about the small metallic bolt released a mere second earlier. As Kaya pushed open his door the bolt struck him in the face, causing Wade to give a yelp of pain and push himself to his feet. Much to her credit Kaya didn't laugh, merely hid a smile behind her hand as she moved to stand beside Wade. Her hand then moved to his cheek, her fingers gently tracing the red mark on his skin.
"You'll live." She declared a moment later, giving him a light tap on the cheek. Kaya turned towards the window and therefore didn't notice the faint blush that spread across Wade's face. She threw the curtains open, letting sunlight spill through into the room.

While the morning might have been depressingly overcast the afternoon had turned into a surprisingly bright day. Kaya was determined not to let Wade waste the whole day caged up inside his room. "You're taking me to dinner." She declared, turning back to Wade with a confident smile. "Then we're going to go watch a movie and you're going to buy me popcorn." She gave Wade a playful wink before moving forward and pushing him towards his bathroom, instructing him to have a shower.

Wordlessly Wade did as instructed, dressing in the clothes that Kaya thrust through the door. He emerged ten minutes later, clean and fresh if not entirely clear headed. "So, where am I taking you to dinner?" He asked. At the same time his stomach gave a growl and he realised just how hungry he was, either because of the fact that he hadn't eaten all day or because he had the munchies. Whatever the reason Wade grabbed his wallet before gallantly offering his arm to Kaya. Kaya made an elegant dip, flicking out the edges of her red dress before taking the offered arm and allowing herself to be led out.

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#2013-11-06 01:34:43, as written by ibecameinsane

The snow was like a thin white sheet shrouded the streets of Manhattan. What was once the city that never slept now became the city that never wanted to go outside. Those few who actually enjoyed the freezing temperatures took solace in ice skating or having snowball fights. It was that time of the year where you bundled up by the fire with your loved ones with cups of hot coco, Christmas just around the corner. For the most part, this was a happy time of year; a time to make cherished memories as well as reminiscence on the past year.

However, the same could not be said for our Flock.

For past months, Fiona could feel herself slowly but surely going downhill, while she seemed like the same young girl, secretly, when she was in her room all alone she would just look in the mirror, hating herself. Many tried telling her that it wasn't her fault what happened to her back home in England and for the first five months, she would believe it. But, now...she started thinking it was her fault. And, because of that she couldn't bring her to go anywhere near her daughter, she wasn't worth to see that little girl. Everyday was exactly the same as the last. She would go to work and come home. As if she was just drifting through life. And the days she didn't have to work, she would stay in her house all day, just sitting in the dark, in the silence. Hoping that something would pop out to her to make her feel as if she was worth of something or someone's love, affection, or friendship. Yet, she couldn't think of anything that made her worthy of any of it. What made it worst was the fact that the more she tried to stay away from falling for someone again, the more she found herself falling for Maki. And every time she wanted to be more than what they were, more than friends, she would hear herself saying that she never would deserved someone like him. And on those days where someone would come around, seeing what was going on with the Brit. She wouldn't even answer. By December, she was nothing like herself. She was a shell of the young, bright girl she once was. Wade has taken these months to visit his family only to find his mother had taken up with a man that did not suit well with him. To cut a long story short, Wade and the new boyfriend got in a fight, punches were thrown and Wade was eventually told to leave and never come back. He did not care so much about losing contact with his mother as he did with his younger siblings; whom he loved more dearly that the woman he's been hanging out with. Yes, he and Kaya still accompany each other throughout the week, his affection for her never waning.

Kaya's father finally found out that her mother had been cheating on him for years and her parents are currently in the middle of a messy divorce. Kaya is stuck in the middle, forced to pass on messages but refusing to take sides. Though, on a lighter note, there's a new employee that was just employed at Kaya's place of business, a male who Kaya thinks is rather attractive. Novia, on the other hand, has been dealing with a mental breakdown of an existential nature. For months now she's kept herself hauled up in her apartment in order to avoid Daniel. She would still go to work, however, if only because she is incapable of disrupting her schedule no matter what. Since her first breakdown, she's been avoiding him like the plague and pretty much running away any time he tried to speak to her. Unbeknownst to Daniel, she doesn't mean it. She's not sure what she means anymore. Or what she wants. Or who she is. She's just kinda empty. There's no passion in her. Whenever Daniel would come for the numbers she just slips the paper under the door.

Now onto Jasper. You'd think out of everyone, he would be having the worst time of all the Flock. Well that's where you're wrong. Since the arrival of Annemarie, what time he's not spending at the bottom of the bottle is spent sheathed in her. They've hit it off in a way that is purely psychical, neither of them looking for a relationship and instead searching for a bit of a release. Daniel has kept his promise and came to see Jasper every day, the span of time spent in apartment 277 becoming longer and longer every day he barges in. No matter how many times Jasper changes the locks, Daniel manages to get in, and despite all of his intelligence the young Russian drunk can't seem to wrap his head around how he's been doing. Daniel has been secretly taking bottles of alcohol out of Jasper's apartment for every visit, leaving with it in order to keep him from drinking himself to death. Jasper now has a steady couple of months to live and Daniel's goal remains to increase it by a couple of years at least. Maki and Daniel are still inseparable. They still have a couple of drinks every weekend if Maki doesn't have plans with Fiona, using the Bourbon Daniel swiped from Jasper's apartment instead of going out to the bar. Though, even throughout their time spent together, Daniel has yet to notice that Maki's lifespan is very slowly dwindling. Maybe it's a force of habit on his part. Maki, on the other hand, has noticed something wrong; he just hasn't built up the courage to tell anyone.

So what has The Shepherd been doing as his little sheep suffer through these grueling months? Well, I won't go into much detail, but the amount of time he's been spending with little Emily should be enough to raise someone's suspicions.

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a character in “Misery Loves Company”, originally authored by Cloud, as played by peace_of_mind7

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