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DEAD STAR SHINE LIGHT UP THE SKY
KRYSTALCLARKE

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I'M ALL OUT OF BREATH MY WALLS ARE CLOSING IN
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The sun was almost intersecting the horizon, causing the sky to be a wide variety of colors. One cloud was purple, another red, another purple and red, while the sky as a whole was a burnished gold. And that was just a handful of moments - after a short time, the colors would be different and the scene would be completely unique once more. Birds were roosting for the night, cooing softly to one another, flapping wings and ruffling feathers, trying to get comfortable in their nests up in the trees. There wasn't much of a breeze down in the world below, but up above the air was moving, since the clouds were floating along, slowly but surely. Soft chatter from humans could be heard, whether they were lounging to watch the sunset or walking along couldn't be determined though.

One of those walking along was a young woman.She was wearing a white t-shirt, spatter painted with neon blue, green, pink, orange, and yellow - all of which was glow in the dark - with a pair of blue jean capris, a small satchel hanging by her side, and white sneakers, which were making soft thuds on the ground as she walked. Her hand was up shadowing her eyes, since she was walking directly towards the setting sun. It was a nice night, quite cool, just how she liked it. Not muggy, not overly warm; it was as if you were sitting at home in your room. Well, for normal people anyway. Krystal's home was much colder than the average persons', seeing how her body temperature was much lower than most other people. Her home was the only place that it was actually perfect to her. Don't get her wrong, it was nice out here, but for one who could only go out when it wasn't too terribly hot, one didn't have a lot of choices.

The girl stopped then and glanced around, looking about her in the cool air. She didn’t have to get back to her dorm for awhile, since it was a weekend, and she didn’t have much planned for when she arrived there. Her hand went to the bag that was at waist level, peering about her once more for a potential subject. She was what one would call an artist – she didn’t think of her drawings as much, but it was an entertaining way to pass the time – and now was as good a time as any to draw. Her eyes lighted on one of the aforementioned bird nests, where a mother was curled up next to her chicks. Krystal found a spot on the path and sat, before she pulled out her pencil and sketchbook and began to draw the scene before her, completely oblivious to the fact that she was sitting in the middle of the path.

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DAYLIGHT DIES BLACKOUT THE SKY
GIVE ME A SIGN

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DOES ANYBODY CARE?IS ANYBODY THERE?[/center]

•tags• anyone
•status• oblivious
•comments• feel free to trip over her
•word count• 607
•lyrics• give me a sign by breaking benjamin
•credit• AMANDA THE PIRATE * @ CAUTION !

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[Alexandra Choi]

"Kevin, I'm going to kill you if you open that! I'll literally fly over there on a plane this second and kill you!" Alexa exclaimed, uncharacteristically flustered and quite angry. "No! I told you to put the box in the attic so that mom and dad won't be able to read it, not so that you could read my diary! This is invasion of privacy!" She paused for a bit, even stopping in her tracks.

"Was that Nathan? That was Nathan, wasn't it? Is he laughing?!" She shrieked. Alexa never shrieked, unless the situation was very dire. "Are you guys already reading it right now? Are you kidding me?! Put it down right now!" She felt quite helpless, being on the other side of the country while her older brothers (who were being very characteristically annoying) rummaged through years worth of her diaries. Even Alexa had her secrets. Her sadness, her personal drama, her precious memories, and...

"Who?"

Jason Beesman from 5th grade.

First crush.

"H-he's nobody." Alexa said, nervously stuttering for the first time in her life. "No, I didn't sleep with him! I was eleven! You're such a gross pervert!" Her face reddened rapidly, and she was thankful for a brief moment that she was on the other side of the country. She wished she could call her parents and tell on Kevin and Nathan... only, she didn't want her parents to read the diaries either. There were some very... sensitive subjects in her diaries. Like that one time when...

"W-what was that?"

Her second time ever stuttering.

"N-no..."

A third.

"I wasn't the one who left the fridge door and broke the whole thing..." She wasn't particularly good at lying, and her brothers were way too skilled in detecting a lie. They were also quite good at blackmailing their little sister. Alexa knew that her diaries were gold mine filled to the brim with things that they could blackmail her for.

"Just put my diaries down al- Whoa!"

Alexa's world literally shook as she tripped on something big. The ground was quite soft, and it didn't feel like she got hurt or even scraped. Over the phone, she could faintly hear Kevin yelling frantically.

"Alexa! Alexa! Hello?! Hello?! Are you okay?! Alexa! She's not answering. Alexa! Are you all right?!"

"I'm fine, I just tripped, is all." Kevin was sweet for being so concerned about his baby sister, but it wasn't going to be enough for Alexa to forgive him. She'll risk making herself vulnerable to counter-pranks for fifteen minutes; she was definitely getting back at them for this. "I gotta call you back, I think I tripped over someone..." She awkwardly climbed over the person, sat down, and turned the direction of the body around to look at the person. Alexa smiled awkwardly.

"Sorry about that... I was too engrossed on the phone, and-" before she could finish her thoughts involving badmouthing her two brothers to a stranger that she just tripped over, Alexa noticed that the girl was holding what curiously looked like a sketchbook.

"Oh no! I didn't ruin that, did I?" She asked, quite concerned and feeling even more guilty. "I'm sorry, I should've paid more attention." She promptly ended her sentence there, while continuing to berate her brothers in her thought. I hope you'll have a project you're working on over the break, Kevin. Let's see how you like it when all the fiber optics wiring in your project turns into soon-to-be oxidized magnesium...

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DEAD STAR SHINE LIGHT UP THE SKY
KRYSTALCLARKE

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The bird twitched, and Krystal paused for a moment, waiting for it to resettle in its nest. Then, once its beak was pressed back into the feathers on its back, she started to sketch again. The sun was dimming, so she had to hurry or she’d be out of light to see by. Not that she wasn’t in a rush to get back to her dorm. She just wanted the picture to be finished before then. There were footsteps and a voice behind her, which should have alerted her to another presence, but she completely tuned out the noise. Her focus was the pad of paper, pencil, and the birds in the nest. Until she was done, the person behind her could be running around naked for all she cared. Not that she really wanted to know if they were streaking, or to even see that, but it had happened once or twice in her time here. The footsteps had paused, but now they were continuing towards her. Then, there was a cat hissing, but it wasn’t next to her, so she didn’t need to worry about it. A girls’ voice, much closer, and then…

Her face met the concrete. Quite violently, actually. She peeled her cheek off the ground, and looked around, completely baffled as to why her cheek was suddenly pressed to the warm pavement below her. She went to get back up, but found that the force that had knocked her over was still on top of her. A masculine voice was yelling softly. Krystal wondered what it was, but was unable to look since she was held immobile on the ground. Then, before she could speak and ask the person to please get off before they hurt themselves - after all, her body was pretty cold - they moved and was off of her. Krystal sat up, rubbing her cheek. It felt like it was going to bruise, but nothing else was wrong, really. The girl smiled awkwardly as she tucked her phone away. So, she'd been on the phone. As if reading her mind, the girl apologized for not paying attention, since she was on the phone. The girl suddenly noticed the sketchbook. "Oh no! I didn't ruin that, did I?" She cried, a guilty look on her face. Krystal looked down at the drawing.

You could easily see what it was supposed to be. There was the branch, attached to a trunk that faded out a few inches to either side of the branch. Upon it was a rough sketch of the nest, with some rudimentary details put into it. Then, half the bird. That's where the damage was from, since that was where the pencil had been when she was hit. From the tail all the way to the bottom corner of the page was an ugly, dark, jagged line. Her hand had went out of control when she'd fallen, and it'd completely ruined the picture, since there was no way for her to completely erase the mark. Krystal felt herself cooling down even more - her body's variation of getting angry, and she hurredly clamped down on her emotions. It was just a picture for goodness sake! She should have been mad about the fact that she'd just met the ground violently, but no. She was upset about the picture. If she hadn't sat in the middle of the path, none of this would have happened!

"It's okay." Krystal heard herself say. "I can always draw another one. You didn't get hurt, did you?" She asked, flipping the book closed so that she didn't have to stare at the marred picture any longer. Krystal levered herself up, and, after a moment of hesitation, offered her hand down to the stranger. A few more moments of contact wouldn't hurt the girl.

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DAYLIGHT DIES BLACKOUT THE SKY
GIVE ME A SIGN

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•tags• alexandria choi
•status• hesitant
•comments• =O
•word count• 638
•lyrics• give me a sign by breaking benjamin
•credit• AMANDA THE PIRATE * @ CAUTION !

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[Alexandra Choi]

In retrospect, Alexa realized, her question was kind of an asinine one. Of course the drawing was ruined; even from where she was, she could see the dark, ugly line that extended from a half-finished penciled-sketch. The quality was... well, it was something Alexa could never pull off in a million years. She shivered a bit, while thinking that she must have been feeling quite guilty and even a bit anxious over what happened. She would have arrived to a more accurate conclusion if she looked down to her legs where frosts have formed on parts that had touched the girl, but there was no reason for her to do so.

"It's okay."

It was clearly not okay, especially when Alexa put herself in the girl's shoes. While the emotional impact probably would have lessened if she was the one who was drawing, the whole tripping over people while talking on the phone thing would have been enough to... do something that's probably against the school rule. Even use her powers... though that would leave her completely defenseless for at least 15 minutes. People can cause a lot of damage and humiliation in fifteen minutes.

"I can always draw another one."

The girl probably could, but there was no way that would remedy the time and the effort lost because Alexa was too busy yelling at the idiot brothers. Kevin, Nathan... one day, you guys will be the death of me.

"I can always draw another one. You didn't get hurt, did you?"

The girl was being extremely nice, but the way she closed her sketchbook conveyed the idea that Alexa wasn't quite off the hook. Oh man... I gotta make it up to her somehow. She eyed the girl's cheek warily, remembering the loud smack she heard when she tripped over the girl and connecting the dots. To make it worse, the way Alexa fell let her land on the soft ground while the girl fell right on top of the pavement. And the girl was even offering her a hand up, and Alexa gratefully took it.

"Ooh!" Alexa exclaimed as she let go of the girl's hand midway, falling on her bottom as a result. It was on reflex, and her hand that took the girl's hand was still feeling... cold? Freezing was more like it, as if she had just been carrying around a block of ice with her bare hands. "Sorry... I get bad circulation from time to time too." That was a complete lie, but Alexa felt really bad for letting her hand go like that. What is with me today? I'm like a walking social faux pas so far.

Getting up on her own, she dusted her back and front and smiled, still a bit guilty but also quite friendly. "I'm Alexa." She said while offering her hand this time. It was her way of making up for reflexively letting the girl's hand go. "Are you sure it's okay? It looked like you were working on a really intricate drawing." Alexa commented, knowing absolutely nothing about the art. Well, it would take me a whole semester to draw like that...

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DEAD STAR SHINE LIGHT UP THE SKY
KRYSTALCLARKE

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The girl still looked really guilty. Well, if you had just tripped over, landed on, and ruined the drawing of someone, of course you'd feel guilty. She was also shivering, and Krystal could see a bit of frost on her legs. That wasn't good. Shock and sorrow would have made her body colder than usual - not that she really noticed herself. The cold was just something she was used to, and she couldn't always tell how cold she was without touching something. Her temperature normally could be withstood by humans, but apparently that was not true at the moment, if the other girls' body was anything to go off of. The girl took her hand, but as Krystal went to pull her up, the girl reflexivly let go, causing her to fall back down again. Krystal didn't blame her one bit for that one, she should have warned her about how cold she was before she'd offered her hand. "Sorry... I get bad circulation from time to time too." The girl said in way of apology. Krystal was almost postive that she was lying, but she smiled politely anyway.

"It's alright. I have that affect on people." Krystal said as the girl got up again. Well, at least she was smiling a bit, instead of looking so terribly guilty. Especially after Krystal had said it was alright. Well, a normal person would have screamed and yelled and thrown a bloody fit over what had occurred, so maybe the other girl was in the right about how she should be feeling, and Krystal, going against all societal norms, was just throwing all that into the air. "I'm Alexa." The girl offered her hand, and Krystal took the hand, shaking it before quickly letting go. Too much cold was bad for a normal human being like Alexa was.

"I'm Krystal." Krystal said, introducing herself in return. Alexa started worrying about the picture again, and Krystal waved her hand lightly in the air. "It's fine, it's fine. I shouldn't have been sitting here in the first place, so it's all good." After all, what loon sat in the middle of a path like she had? Well, she was kind of strange... But that was neither here nor there. "It was just a picture that was damaged. It could have been one of us." Krystal said, trying to emphasize to Alexa that it truly was alright. She looked up towards the bird nest. The bird was still there, surprisingly after the ruckus they’d caused below, but it was fully cast in shadow. It would have been difficult to continue drawing the bird at this point anyway, so she would have had to stop drawing and either make up the rest or hopefully finish it tomorrow. It probably would have ended up being the former, which wasn’t nearly as fun as trying to draw a real animal. Oh well. There were more birds in the sky and fish in the sea… Though fish in the sea always was used in reference to guys, not drawing. Whatever.

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DAYLIGHT DIES BLACKOUT THE SKY
GIVE ME A SIGN

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DOES ANYBODY CARE?IS ANYBODY THERE?[/center]

•tags• alexandria choi
•status• placating
•comments• =O
•word count• 512
•lyrics• give me a sign by breaking benjamin
•credit• AMANDA THE PIRATE * @ CAUTION !

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[Alexandra Choi]

Two things happened when the girl who introduced herself as Krystal shook her hand. Alexa immediately shivered again and had to try very hard not to withdraw her hand again, and the girl almost immediately let go after shaking her hand. At once, Alexa had two different thoughts: 'Why is her hand so cold in the middle of the summer? Maybe she's coming down with something?' and 'Is she definitely mad that I let go of her hand like that? Well... I can't blame her...'

Her worries dissipated, perhaps a little too easily, when Krystal reassured her that it was okay. Hehe, she's a really nice person. Alexa mused as she looked over to where Krystal was staring now and saw a bird's nest. She's really good. Her sketches are so detailed... Alexa thought, once again completely ignoring the fact that she had as much qualification to judge a drawing as she did at flying an airplane.

"So you like to draw things, huh?" Alexa asked, even though the answer was pretty much given considering the circumstances. "You're really good!" She said, still oblivious to her lack of understanding of the finer points of arts in general.

"I mean, I could never draw like that, not in a million years." This was most certainly true - her most recent 'drawing' was when she was in 8th grade. Most people who were unfortunate enough to witness the travesty mistook it for Alexa's work when she was in kindergarten, much to her brothers' amusement.

"Hmm..." Alexa pondered as her attention went back to the drawing. Pencil was graphite, and was most certainly under her control. "Can I see that sketch you were working on? I think I can fix it." She said confidently, and quite excited that she could rectify her error.