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Kailan Tsai

"Not so fast, Cheerleader. Nobody wants to take orders from you."

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a character in “Rorschach Academy”, as played by Fetch

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Kailan Tsai
(Kai-lan)


ใ€Ž๏ผฎ๏ผฉ๏ผฃ๏ผซ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅใ€
Kai, though only family and friends call him such.

ใ€Ž๏ผก๏ผง๏ผฅใ€
Seventeen.

ใ€Ž๏ผณ๏ผฅ๏ผธ๏ผต๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผนใ€
Pansexual Grey-Aromantic

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German-American

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Atmokinesis

ใ€Ž๏ผฒ๏ผฏ๏ผฌ๏ผฅใ€
Senior Student




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ใ€Ž ๏ผจ๏ผฅ๏ผฉ๏ผง๏ผจ๏ผดใ€
5โ€™10โ€

ใ€Ž ๏ผท๏ผฅ๏ผฉ๏ผง๏ผจ๏ผดใ€
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ใ€Ž๏ผง๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผฌX ๏ผก๏ผฐ๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผฎ๏ผฃ๏ผฅ ใ€

Kailan could be described as easy on the eyes for some people. Heโ€™s a thin build, but due to his average height he doesnโ€™t come off as lanky. Overall, his appearance isnโ€™t anything too special. He has a clear complexion that many have admitted being envious of. He doesnโ€™t have many body modifications, though he does have the scar of an old lip ring. On his inner elbow he has a tattoo of roman numerals, though what the date means no one seems to know.

His clothing sense is rather plain, sweaters and jeans take up the majority of his wardrobe, and he tends to always wear long sleeved shirts. Heโ€™s known to wear bright colors and patterns, feeling as though it suits his usually bland appearance.

Kailan is always seen wearing a silver heart necklace, one that looks like it belongs to a woman. He never goes without it, as if it held some sort of sentiment. Kailan always looks as if he got too little sleep before the night of a big exam. He normally wears his hair in a simple manner, or just bedhead. He doesn't really care how he appears around others.



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Playful โ–ช Destructiveโ–ช Flirty โ–ช Sarcastic โ–ช Blunt โ–ช Narcissistic โ–ช Friendly

___Personality
Kailan could be best described as a basket case. Heโ€™s destructive, not in a physical way but more of a mental one. Heโ€™s known to pick apart at people he doesnโ€™t like, and ultimately he does this more to himself than others. Despite this, he's extremely narcissistic and just absolutely loves himself. He knows he's a mess, he just happens to like that about himself. Kailan is constantly known to try just about anything and doesnโ€™t care if itโ€™s illegal, or harmful to himself. He loves the idea of having a good time and hates commitment towards anything.

Most of the time Kailan will greet you with a welcoming smile, but frankly heโ€™s extremely blunt and tends to make rivals quickly due to this. He doesnโ€™t hold his tongue, and will tell you just what he thinks. Though despite how he comes off, Kailan can be a good friend. He hates liars and is completely honest with others. Heโ€™s known to help others, not out of a sense to do a good deed but rather because heโ€™s had nothing else to do.

Heโ€™s extremely playful, and doesnโ€™t understand personal space as heโ€™s also very animated when around others. Heโ€™s a flirt, more or less and gender doesnโ€™t concern him in the least. Though he can come off as charming when doing so, Kailan has no interest in an actual relationship with the other. Heโ€™s all fun and games, and doesnโ€™t like being committed.

Despite how distasteful he seems, Kailan is witty and generally very friendly towards other. He loves making friends, and tends to latch onto those he finds interesting, whether they want his attention or not. He's constantly playing tricks on others and just wants to have fun for the most of the time. With that being said, he doesn't like attachment, whether romantically or emotionally. It's something he's known to avoid. He'd rather have loose ends than anything set in stone.



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โ—– Spiders โ–ฎ While most people would cringe when hearing the word spider Kailan is known to love the creepy eight-legged things. Frankly, he had a pet tarantula a while back, but his adoptive family made him get rid of it after he placed the thing in the shower once. โ——
โ—– Sweets โ–ฎ You will always see him with some candy or gum on hand. โ——
โ—– Pranks โ–ฎ God help whoever he plans on pranking next. While he has no malicious intent for who he pranks, his little jokes can be somewhat cruel. โ——
โ—– Guitar โ–ฎ Kailan is actually rather skilled at the instrument, he took it upon himself to teach himself when he was younger and now he's an aspiring musician. โ——

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โ—– Liars โ–ฎ As stated earlier, Kailan is honest, brutally so. He doesn't appreciate liars. โ——
โ—– Bad Weather โ–ฎ One of the easiest ways to kill his mood is hearing that the weather will be bad, he won't even leave his house. โ——
โ—– Dogs โ–ฎ When he was younger he was bitten by an aggressive dog, now he wants nothing to do with them. โ——
โ—– Authorities โ–ฎ He's dealt with the authorities more times than he can count. Between foster care and constantly being around unsavory people, he has more than enough of himself on record. โ——



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โ—– Observant โ–ฎ He's extremely observant, and can pick up things far quicker than others. He's also known to react faster, which is a benefit. โ——
โ—– Bilingual โ–ฎ Sure, he's American raised, but Kailan is a fluent speaker of German and can speak a bit of standard mandarin, his foster father's native language. โ——
โ—– Manipulative โ–ฎ While not a savory strength, Kailan is very manipulative with others. He's gotten himself out of trouble more times than he count by leading people to believe he was a victim. In his opinion, he's not lying either.โ——
โ—– Helpful โ–ฎ Despite how he seems, he's known to lend others a helping hand. He doesn't like seeing people feel helpless, reminds him of himself more or less. โ——


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โ—– Mentally Weak โ–ฎ Oh he's a mess. He has a very weak mentality and though he seems composed, it's easy form him to snap under stressful situations. These panic attacks cause him to lock himself away for a good few hours. โ——
โ—– Fear of Storms โ–ฎ If there's a storm coming, he will very likely refuse to leave the house. If there's a thunderstorm, you will most likely find him under a bed or table, refusing to move. His fear immobilizes him completely, and tends to give him panic attacks โ——
โ—– Unrelatable โ–ฎ He has a tough time relating with others, and can never put how he feels into words, or sympathize with others. He's not apathetic, per say, just doesn't know how to handle another's emotions or thoughts. โ——
โ—– Laziness โ–ฎHis lack of motivation to do anything is astonishing, really. โ——


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Kailan always has something in his mouth, always needing to chew on something. He also plays with his hair a lot, mostly due to boredom. He's known to laugh at just about anything, and you can very well try to insult him but he'll just laugh it off. He's somewhat bubbly when excited, resembling a child getting that new toy he wanted for so long.

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Storms, Kailan is deathly afraid of storms and such. From a light sprinkle of rain to a hurricane, Kailan doesn't want anything to do with them. It's a fear he's had since a young child, and has never been able to grow out of, no matter how much he tries.



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Atmokinesis is the ability to manipulate and control weather, or in Kailanโ€™s case, storms. Heโ€™s able to cause a storm to happen within a hundred feet all around him, meaning he is in the middle of the storm at all times. This all depends on just how much water or humidity is the air. On a very humid day, he can very well create a violent storm. Though, if he's not around water or in a dry area, he cannot use his power. It also depends on the seasons, as in winter the storms become mild blizzards.

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The storm can only be a severe thunderstorm, nothing like a hurricane or tornado. He has to be outside to use his power and it will not go further than a hundred feet from where heโ€™s standing. Due to the fact his power is also his fear, it's is near impossible to get him to use his abilities. He also has to be in an area with humidity or water. He can't cause storms out in the middle of a desert, but near a harbor it would be very violent. He cannot create storms inside, and must be outside of a building to conjure up a thunderstorm.




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___Biography

Kailan never actually knew his biological parents. When his mother had given birth to him, she had left him in the custody of the hospital, which sent him to foster care. The government had a difficult time with Kailan even when he was a baby. With several chronic mental illnesses, he was constantly switching from house to house, no one wanting to deal with his behavioral issues. He was impulsive, angry and always getting himself in danger. Many of the houses he was placed in did little to help him and overall he had a neglectful childhood. He was constantly being tossed around from foster home to foster home, a deep set idea that was just unwanted followed him for the majority of his childhood.

He was probably ten when he met the Tsai family. The husband was an immigrant from Taiwan and the wife was an American woman who worked in business. The couple wanted a child, but due to infertility, they could not have their own. At first they had been striving to adopt a baby, but upon meeting Kailan, they fell in love with the young boy, hoping they could help him. After several months of paperwork, Kailan was placed into the family as their only son. The first year was rough for the young boy. But the family got him the help he need and he slowly got better.

He has a strong bond with his parents and wouldn't consider them any less. Despite this, he's constantly getting himself in trouble and has been kicked out of numerous schools to the point he had to be homeschooled. Him and his family are constantly traveling, as his father works as a travel agent so they get free trips. He's seen the world, done some things. His life, in his opinion, is rather normal, and while he still sometimes feels a constant nagging that people don't want him around, he's more or less happy




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So begins...

Kailan Tsai's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Joseph Beriya Character Portrait: Vinny (Vincent) Occonnor Character Portrait: Tristan Kuolema Character Portrait: Jamie Flynn Character Portrait: Dominic Carter Character Portrait: Geneva Cross Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Crawforde Character Portrait: Aislin Buckeldee Character Portrait: Eun-Hye Park Character Portrait: Constantine Lascar Character Portrait: Luther Tannish Character Portrait: Kailan Tsai Character Portrait: Nikolina Barfield Character Portrait: Lukas Granier Character Portrait: Will Haber Character Portrait: Catarina Yakovlev Character Portrait: Jaye Deringer Character Portrait: Katy Valentine Character Portrait: Reese Claude Character Portrait: Irene Character Portrait: Nathaniel Straymoore

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ImageImageThe silence in the room spoke volumes.The five of them sat around the wooden table made of harsh grain, like scars carved into a wizened face. The table itself was indeed old; so old none of the people currently sitting around it could remember a time the table had not been the centerpiece of the room. It had been at the academy since the building had been erected, through every renovation and update, and its weathered surface almost out of place among the slate gray concrete of the new walls. And yet, throughout every modernization, the table had remained. No one even questioned it anymore. No matter what happened, the table would always stay. It was a little island of comfort, provided some sense of ease to the people seated at its rickety chairs. Whatever bleak situation was approaching, at least the table would always stand.

This time, however, they weren't so certain. What they were about to be confronted with could topple everything the board had been working towards for centuries-- including the table. All the members sat in pure silence, not a sound uttered. The thick air of unease was palpable.

"We have to fight," the board director finally said, shattering the fragile web of quiet that had laced the room.

"With what army?" came the quick retort from a wiry female with silvery hair.

A new voice chimed in. "You act like we don't have very capable fighters on our side, Patricia."

"Not nearly as many as they have," Patricia responded immediately.

The bulky male opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off by the director.

"George, Trisha, that's enough from the two of you. If we don't have sufficient numbers, we'll create them. We have a school full of talented young souls just waiting for a purpose."

George and Trisha glanced in each other's direction, the same look in both their eyes: uncertainty. The two were used to bickering-- they did so frequently-- but theirs was a friendship that could last through the ages. The many years spent working together had solidified their relationship long ago, and while their friendly rivalry never faded, their connection bordered on telepathic.

They directed their skeptical gazes to the director, who responded with a cool stare. There were several moments of uninterrupted silence before any more was spoken.

"That's ridiculous."

The director focused his gaze on Patricia. "How so?"

There was an edge to his voice like she had never heard before, something akin to serrated glass. So this was the voice of desperation.

"These children are terrified. Shaping them into capable soldiers in under a year? It's, well, frankly, it's impossible," George chipped in while Trisha was busy examining the harsh lines of the director's aging face.

Again, a tense silence permeated the air. Then, a sudden scraping noise as the director pushed back his chair and stood. "Figure it out," were the last words he spoke before stalking out of the room. The two members that had been silent the entire exchange followed his suit, leaving George and Patricia in the suddenly much colder room. A shiver ran through Trisha, and she rubbed her arms to ease the goosebumps.

This time, the silence was blissful as the two stewed in their own thoughts and worries. It was George that eventually broke it.

"Our job starts tomorrow then."

"You know we can't let them know what's happening."

"You're not suggesting we just go on pretending everything's the same as it always was, are you?"

"That's exactly what I'm suggesting. We should delay the pandemonium for as long as possible."

"I agree, but... should we really be keeping them all in the dark about this?"

"Yes."

A pause.

"Alright. Fair enough. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow," she agreed.

A moment of mutual sympathy and self-pity passed between them. Then, they went their separate ways, dreading the very next day where they'd tackle a task that was sure to fall harder and faster than Goliath himself. They could only hope their students would find a way to overcome their worst fears.

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Character Portrait: Vinny (Vincent) Occonnor Character Portrait: Geneva Cross Character Portrait: Kailan Tsai

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Cell pressed against his ear, the boy had to listen to his mother chatter away about how much she was to miss him. He yawned, not really paying attention as he walked the campus grounds. It wasnโ€™t his first year, though it was his first starting in the beginning of the year. His parents assumed the academy was a pristine school he managed to get a scholarship at, which caused them to be overly ecstatic. Yet it was just a school for freaks, training them to keep their freaky aspects under control. "Are you listening to me?โ€ His mother shrieked from the other end and he cringed, taking the phone from his ear for a moment.

โ€God, yes I can hear you clearly. I have to go.โ€ Before his mother could say more, the teenager hung up on her. He smirked, looking around the academy that would be his home for a long year. He might have only joined the last semester of the former school year, but Kailan had already gotten to know a few people. Though, not all of them were friendly with him. He chuckled softly at the thought, running a hand through his hair.

Yawning, he rubbed at his eyes, dark bags visible sign of Kailan's rather insomniac schedule. Having spent the entire summer with an erratic sleep order, Kailan would have some trouble with the schools typical hours. This is gonna be great. Waking up around eight isn't really for me. He sighed softly as he sunk down into a bench that sat outside the courtyard. He could very well go to his dorm and meet his roommates, but he decided to wait a bit.

Upon registration, Kailan had only glanced at the room number that was his dorm. He didnโ€™t bother skimming over the names, as he found it more fun to figure out who they were in person. In fact, after figuring out the dorm room, he had thrown away the slip of paper. The information held no importance to him, after all. As he watched the other students, Kailan lit a cigarette. While the boy wasnโ€™t much of a smoker, he did enjoy them every now and then. That and he currently had nothing else on him currently. Normally heโ€™d carry candy or gum, some type of sweet to chew on as a way to keep him occupied. Still, a cigarette would do for now.

Deciding he waited long enough, the teenager rose and grabbed his belongings before making his way towards his dorm. He didnโ€™t have much on him as normally heโ€™d just buy things throughout the year. His parents werenโ€™t wealthy but they were upper-class citizens, and usually sent him some spare change through the mail. They didnโ€™t trust him enough to own any form of debit or credit, though. Taking a drag and letting it sit between his lips, he trudged on and finally found his dorm room.

As he stepped inside the dorm, the first thing his eyes fell on was a large tabby cat. As it noticed him, the large feline let out a hiss, letting the teen know he was unwelcome. โ€œWell arenโ€™t you ugly.โ€ He said simply as he closed the door behind him, receiving another hiss from the tomcat. There were two others in the room, and once he looked over at them, his mouth quirked up in a smirk, โ€œI heard the witch was killed, but I guess youโ€™re still alive. Isnโ€™t that a shame?โ€ He spoke evenly to Geneva, ignoring the other on the couch. Frankly he was shocked to see his childhood friend lazily sitting in his dorm room, but whatever surprise he felt, it was not worn on his face.

Has he always been here? It was possible that they missed each other when Kailan had arrived to Rorschach as he had only joined the academy briefly before the start of summer. Still, it didnโ€™t sit well with him. His eyes flickered over to Vinny, as if in question as to why the hell both of them were here. They hadnโ€™t seen each other in three years after all. He turned to Vinny, unsure exactly what he could say to the other but he just chuckled, โ€œWell, at least I share a room with a pretty face. Compensates for being in a dorm room with the ice queen.โ€ His attention turned back towards Geneva, and though his lips rose in a grin, it was hardly friendly.

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Character Portrait: Vinny (Vincent) Occonnor Character Portrait: Geneva Cross Character Portrait: Kailan Tsai

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Before he could acknowledge the sarcastic stranger, Vinny found himself paralyzed by that familiar tone of voice. It was different now, darker, deeper and full of apathy. For a moment, he wished and prayed to some higher deity that it wasn't who he thought it was. But wishes are for fairy tails, and prayers are for the religious.

With a sort of chest-gripping asphyxiation, Vinny rose to his feet and slowly but steadily turned his attention to the door.

You're fuckin' me...


The face he met sent more emotions swimming through him than he had endured in the last three years. Pain, glee, perplexity, doubt and anger all rushed from the center of his chest to the ends of his extremities, and he wasn't sure which emotion to focus on. So he chose the latter.

With a few short strides, he met Kailan face to face, a ring-covered fist coming up to grip his dearest friend by the collar of his shirt and anchor him into all of Vincent's undisclosed rage. The emotions on his face were only evident by his narrow brows, and a tinge of grief in his sapphire eyes, but they were there none the less, and Kailan was to witness them from only inches away.

He wouldn't hurt Kailan. He couldn't hurt Kailan, but god damn if he didn't want to. For himself, for Aislin, and for the past three years that they were left alone to wonder, and unconsoled to blame themselves. Those were the soul reasons why he found himself trapping Kailan flush against the door, fighting the urge to sacrifice a few finger bones to get the point across. Though he was quick to violence, he was usually nothing less than playful about it. It was a sport to him on most occasions. But in the moment, everything from his stance, to the flare of his nostrils said he was serious. As always, Kailan had struck a nerve.

"You asshole." He spit through a tense jaw, his voice gravelly and ridged. This was who Vincent had become, after all. Quick to anger and impossible to please. And the catalyst for his disarray of emotionally crippling baggage was standing within fist's reach. He really could have used that cigarette right about now.

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Character Portrait: Vinny (Vincent) Occonnor Character Portrait: Geneva Cross Character Portrait: Aislin Buckeldee Character Portrait: Constantine Lascar Character Portrait: Kailan Tsai Character Portrait: ร‰ric Labrecque

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Aislin's breath caught in her chest as she huffed a breath in and out. It was the start of another year; it was another chance to learn to be herself. She knew, deep down inside, that it would never truly work out like that.

The car ride there was relatively uneventful, aside from the awful rap music on the radio and the bickering between her parents over who would miss her the most. Aislin couldn't help but stare out the window - the world rushing past her window felt like it was slipping from her grasp, as if this was her perfect reality that was slipping away from her. After all, school would be filled with horror and fear - it was pretty much required.

She nodded in time to the music, that had switched to something much more upbeat and pop - she couldn't quite place her finger on the name, but she knew that she would prefer something with a better beat and singers. The term 'pop' or 'popular' had never really identified with Aislin. As a rather introverted person, it was something she didn't mind avoiding, but she still hated the genre, even if some of the songs were, admittedly, rather good.

Aislin fiddled with the bottom of the cream button up top she was wearing, her foot unconsciously tapping away on the floor of the car. She was so lost in her own thoughts, and in boredom, that she didn't notice the car roll up to the school and stop gently until her parents turned to her and showered her with smiles and kisses. "Oh, sweetie, we're going to miss you! Make sure to call us every evening and do all of your homework!" Aislin didn't meet her mother's eyes, but bent her head to stare at her lap as her mother squeezed her hand. "Yes, and you'd do well to steer clear of that Violet boy." Her father chipped in. "It's Vinny, Dad." She muttered back, shaking her head. That was one comment she was sure to ignore. Her father thought that Vinny was a bad influence on her, which he probably was, but Aislin didn't care. He was more there for her in her time of need than her father was.

Aislin sighed, before grabbing her suitcase and school bag, before sliding out of the car with a cheery grin and a wave, before slamming the door and watching the car drive off. She waited a few seconds, taking a deep breath in, before heading in. She signed in at the front desk, before quickly scanning the roommate list. To her disappointment, she wasn't with Kai or Vinny, but she was with Constantine, and that was a win in her book. Unfortunately, there was no sign of the gorgeous Eric Labrecque either, much to her disappointment. She wasn't sure how obvious it was, but the girl had more of a slight crush on the boy. Shaking her head, she thanked the receptionist and headed over to the physical powers dormitory.

As soon as she entered the building, (or rather, just before she entered) she could hear loud insults being hurled around. Rolling her eyes, she dragged her suitcase down the hall, counting the doors, before pushing her door open and walking through to her side of the dorm, before sliding the case under the bed. It was very nice, seeing the room so fresh and bright. She smiled to herself, before running a hand through her hair and deciding to see what the racket was about.

It didn't take long to locate the room the noise was emanating from, which wasn't surprising to Aislin. She rolled her eyes to herself, before knocking gently and pushing the door open slightly. "Jeez, Vinny, I should wash your mouth out with soap." She rolled her eyes, smirking to herself, before it faded from her face as she realized who Vinny was yelling at. "What the hell?! Kai?!" Aislin couldn't hide her surprise, along with her excitement and hurt. Sure, he'd grown up a lot, but just seeing him made a lump rise in her throat at the memories they'd made together. She risked a glance at Vinny, before glancing over at Geneva, smiling at her awkwardly. She had to admit, Aislin deeply regretted visiting the dorm room now. She could already tell that this year was going to be crazy - right from the start.

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Character Portrait: Vinny (Vincent) Occonnor Character Portrait: Geneva Cross Character Portrait: Aislin Buckeldee Character Portrait: Kailan Tsai

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Barely had Geneva had the opportunity to catch her breath before the door behind her opened again, heralding the arrival of a certain individual whom Geneva would have been very happy to not see for the remainder of the year, or really her life. The first drawling insult dripping from his mouth had the girl rolling her eyes, turning to see Kailan Tsai as he saunered into the room. At least the cat seemed to have good taste, hissing at the disdainful boy as he closed the door behind him. As always his insults only caused Geneva's lips to form their own cold smile, perceptive eyes inspecting her enemy as quick comebacks formed.

However, before a single insult could pass through her lips, a streak of blonde hair crossed the room in a series of long strides and pushed the darker haired young man against the door. Geneva's eyebrows rose as she watched the scene unfold, mentally smirking and cursing herself from not preparing popcorn to enjoy while she watched the drama unfold. As it was Geneva let her arms cross over her chest, tilting her head to the side as she attempted to guess what Kailan had done in the past to warrant being called an asshole with such vehemence.

"And here I thought we'd all become best buddies living together." She commented with her usual sarcastic tone, eyes sparkling as she waited with baited breathe for more information to emerge, "But please, don't mind me. Pretend I'm not here and continue, this is most enjoyable."

Of course, it seemed that this was only the prelude to the real theatrics as no sooner had Geneva spoken then someone knocked on the door. Nudging the door open - a feat in itself given the two young men pressed against it - and entering a moment later with a teasing remark to 'Vinny' was one Aislinn Buckeldee. Geneva was on good enough terms with the blonde, perhaps not best friends, but she's had no trouble getting along with the girl in the past. Though, she wasn't aware of anything that might tie her to the two young men sharing the room with them, though she was most certainly curious to find out. "The plot thickens." Geneva thinks to herself.

The responsible thing to do would be to break up the two boys before a fight broke out, but Geneva wasn't inclined to do 'the responsible thing' in this respect. One reason being that she doubted she'd be able to pull the much taller boy off Kailan, and the other because she wasn't averse to seeing the detestable jet-haired young man land himself in uncomfortable situations. However, her curiosity was gnawing at her, and Geneva thought a little probing couldn't possibly hurt the situation any, right?

"What the hell do you do Kailan?" She asked, her tone more amused than anything.

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Character Portrait: Vinny (Vincent) Occonnor Character Portrait: Geneva Cross Character Portrait: Aislin Buckeldee Character Portrait: Kailan Tsai

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It wasnโ€™t like he wasnโ€™t happy to see Vinny, in fact he was practically ecstatic to see his long lost friend. Though, he wasnโ€™t really fond of the idea of being shoved against the door. Expected, but undesirable. Pulling a grin, the smile didnโ€™t meet his eyes as he levelled them with Vinnyโ€™s. It gave the impression of malicious intent, and oh did he want to snap back. Instead, he clicked his tongue on the inside of his mouth, making a tsk sound as he leaned forward some. Too close for comfort. Watching Vinny intently, he took a drag of the cigarette that sat between his lips, blowing the smoke into his childhood friendโ€™s face. He just snickered lightly, his eyes adverting over to Geneva as she spoke up, causing him to go a bit rigid, and reminding him that they werenโ€™t alone.

โ€œNow, thatโ€™s no way to greet someone,โ€ He said, dropping his voice so his threat only reached his friendโ€™s ears, โ€œAnd if you donโ€™t let go of me Iโ€™m going to break that pretty nose of yours.โ€ He smiled, pushing his way aside just as another entered the room. He looked over, tossing his head back slightly as he assessed her with a cool gaze. His jaw jumped slightly as he watched his middle school plaything waltz into the room, tossing a few teasing words at the other boy before she glanced over at him. Raising an eyebrow, the corner of his lips tugged upwards slightly, if only for a moment. She looked completely shocked to see him, even a bit regretful. Perfect. He purred to himself, watching the two. Oh, this is going to be so fun.

"What the hell do you do Kailan?" Geneva seemed to speak up once more and he whistled under his breath, walking into the middle of the room, getting away from the others. He was never good with awkward situations, always pushing aside problems with shitty jokes and aloofness. Turning to the darker haired of the two girls, he leered at her, โ€œOh, curious are we? Well, Iโ€™m flattered youโ€™re so interested. Maybe I can show you some time.โ€ His words were laced with some underlying venom as he cut his attention over to Aislin and Vinny, both who looked equal parts of pissed and shocked that he was here. He couldnโ€™t really identify what he was feeling, annoyance maybe? The whole situation was bullshit, and he could swear that he was probably in some fucked up nightmare where his past was hoping to stick and prod. Though, no matter how much he willed himself awake, he knew this wasnโ€™t a dream and he couldnโ€™t just disappear.

Still, that didnโ€™t stop him from having a shitty attitude towards the situation. He rested his chin in his hand, his brow furrowing slightly as he tilted his head in mock confusion. โ€œIโ€™ve known so many pretty eyed blondes, could you refresh my memory, dear?โ€ He resisted the urge to snicker, knowing very well that was gonna sting. But such as he was, when stressed he aimed to hurt. People left much quicker that way, and he preferred his lonesome far more than shitty and dramatic relationships. Still, he did toy around. A game of cat and mouse every now and then was fun. He shrugged, as if not caring whether she answered the question as he went and pressed the cigarette into the ashtray that sat on the coffee table. Still, he had no way to dance around these two, so he might as well get them to leave him alone, after all he did disappear for three years without saying so much as a goodbye. So why did they care if he was here, what type of damage did he cause?

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Character Portrait: Vinny (Vincent) Occonnor Character Portrait: Geneva Cross Character Portrait: Aislin Buckeldee Character Portrait: Kailan Tsai

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Icy blue eyes stared at the two boys that she had grown up beside; one of which had abandoned her completely and left her broken and unforgiving. She did nothing to stop Kailan slip from Vinny's grip, and stood there in mute shock for a few heartbeats, overwhelmed by the whole situation. She bit the inside of her lip, to stop herself from saying anything she may regret later, and to hold back her own emotions, to allow herself to concentrate and breathe. She could feel her chest throbbing, as if the scars that her former friend's disappearance had left were tearing their bonds apart and falling to pieces all over again.

Instead of focusing on the black haired smoker in front of her, striding around and making rather snide comments at Geneva, who Ash was sure wouldn't appreciate, Aislin focused on Vinny's cigarette, crumbling in his hand. Normally, Aislin carried one or two about herself just in case, but she hadn't had the opportunity to get some since she'd returned. She sighed through her nose, pinching the bridge with her forefinger and thumb, before rubbing her temples with her left hand, as if getting rid of a nasty headache. She looked at the light blonde boy, trying to figure out what to do next.

Her chest seemed to be crushing her lungs as Kailan's comment hit her hard. She was determined not to cry, and she knew Vincent would brush off the comment like it was nothing. He always knew how, whereas Aislin tended to be an open book, a fragile thing waiting to be broken. She glared at Kailan, keeping the air flowing in and out of her, not allowing for a panic attack. She felt the way she did the day she discovered her abilities - and to her, it wasn't a good feeling.

Vinny was definitely not letting it show, and that became apparent as soon as he shot his own tearing comments back at Kailan, before wrapping an arm around Ash. Deciding to just go along with it, as a form of her own little insult, she placed her own arm around him, letting her hand rest on his hip for a few moments. She knew that Kai's comments had come from nowhere - she knew deep down, Kai recognized them both. He had to. Aislin wouldn't know what to do if her face had become a blur to him, when his face was permanently etched in her memory.

She was glad when she was swiftly released from Vinny's grasp - which wasn't a bad thing, but Aislin did tend to enjoy hugs and she didn't receive many from most people. She stared at her feet and shuffled herself away from Vinny. In the end, she just couldn't take it. She forced herself to look up, at the person she had gotten attached to, before being slowly cut away from him. She studied Kailan for a second, trying to place what had changed. He'd grown, at least, from what she remembered. That, or Aislin hadn't grown an inch. His hair was the same dark shade, his expression was the same as the times where he tried to brush people off, turn them away. She never had understood why he or Vinny did that, but they did. They did it thousands of times in the past - one time was towards her, after all - and Aislin didn't understand why she was so upset by it this time around. She just found one word bubbling in her mind, looping itself around her thoughts like a disease that she just couldn't cure.

Why why why why why?

Aislin wanted answers. She wanted a reason for his sudden and inexplicable disappearance. She wanted answers, and not just for herself. The whole thing had brought Vinny and her together, but she wasn't sure that Vinny could forgive Kai, even if she could. Even if she didn't get answers, she wanted them for Vinny. Eventually she couldn't keep it in any more. The crushing in her chest felt like it was about to explode, and her head hurt. She just shook her hair out of her face and quietly asked: "Why?"