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[!Keisha {Regan} Catori~!]

all those fairy tales are full of shit…

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[.:Scarlett.Marie.Fox:.]

The Sun Sets In Paradise

Scarlett picked up what looked like a fresh apple and examined it intensely before tossing it into her bag, along with the other fresh fruit she had grabbed from the small cart. She gave the lady a small necklace and a ring for the fruit. Scarlett bowed her head slightly before walking to another cart. Scar had no reason to go bartering today; she just wanted to get out of the house. As much as she liked Ian, she was getting a little irritated at his moping. Scarlett understood where he was coming from, but unless he is going to go out and do something about it, he has no right to mope about it. The brunette scanned the food on the next cart, debating if she wanted to get anything. Though her mind kept going to her roommate. He wanted to find his “true love”. And Scarlett could understand wanting to find someone. After the chaos had ensued Scarlett went to search for her mother. But after a while the girl just gave up. Either her mother was dead or just didn’t want to be found. Which is something Scarlett had tried telling Ian but he was relentless. So Scarlett decided to give him support, from a distance. At least today that was the case.

Deciding not to get anything from the cart, Scarlett continued onward. She didn’t bring a lot to barter with today, so her options were pretty limited. Her brown boots clicked against the sidewalk as she walked past some boarded up windows. The girl had remembered when these stores were open and thriving. Her favorite store had been one of them, of course it was probably already looted through and empty. It had been a cute jewelry/antique store where her mother and she often shopped when they wanted some retail therapy. Of course with the store and her mother gone Scarlett didn’t believe in retail therapy much anymore. She passed a boarded window and paused. This was it. The store. She stared at the wood that separated her from the inside of it. She had remembered one of the last days she had with her mom was at this place. It was a couple days after running into the black haired girl. Her mother had wanted to tell her something but never got around to it. Scarlett had concluded that she wanted to tell her about the black haired girl, her half-sister. An angry cry built up in her throat, as she quickly turned around to walk in the opposite direction.

Scarlett caught site of a cart with some old toys. She anger subsided as she grinned at the cart’s vender. She was just about to cross the street when she heard a loud sound coming from the alley behind her. The brunette’s gut had told her to leave it alone, it was probably just a survivor trying to get into the store. Scarlett glanced at the alley and then at the cart. Curiosity got the best of the girl as she decided to head towards the sound. Scarlett got to the side door and noticed a scuff mark on it, probably from someone’s shoe. Glancing around, Scarlett stared at the knob and began to visualize it turning in her head. And slowly it stared to turn on the door. The awakened mentally pushed the door slightly open as she ducked inside. She glanced at the door, mentally closing it. Scarlett really didn’t know why she went in. Maybe some sort of possessive side of her wanted to see the person who broke into her favorite store. She squinted into the semi-darkness as she tried to navigate herself around some chests. Not paying much attention to her surroundings, Scarlett ran into an old drawer that was unkindly sticking out. The noise echoed around the room as Scarlett froze. If anybody was in here they surely heard her clumsy act. Letting out a slight whimper, Scarlett whispered into the darkness, “Hello?”

[!Keisha {Regan} Catori~!]

all those fairy tales are full of shit…

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[/b] she asked boldly to the darkness.

She waited for a moment for a response. When she got none, Keisha swiped her goods into her food bag, slung it over her shoulder, and started to move toward the back room. She stopped moving just before the door and sucked in a deep breath before entering the back room. She took no more than four steps before she realized there was another person in the room with her. In the dim light, Keisha could make out the tiny figure with longer hair. The scent the wolf in her picked up confirmed it was a female. Keisha froze momentarily, wondering if the other girl noticed her too. Honestly though it really didn’t matter. So instead Keisha decided to address her. ”You really shouldn’t be here,” Keisha said. Not like she could really talk, but she could try at least. ”Who are you?” It was an innocently curious question, and Keisha wasn’t sure what made her ask that. But she did and it was out there now so there wasn’t much she could do about it.
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[.:Scarlett.Marie.Fox:.]

The Sun Sets In Paradise

Scarlett paused for a moment when she thought maybe the whole thing was in her mind. But then she heard a bold, almost demanding voice come from the other room. Crap. Scar felt her whole body freeze as she sucked in a shaky breath. What was she going to do? She gripped her bag closer to her chest. Curiosity seemed to be the girl’s downfall lately. Why didn’t she just walk away from the noise? Why did she have to go towards? She felt like one of those girls that you yell at during horror movies when they decide not to have common sense. Then again it could all be nothing. The person could just be a survivor finding something to steal. The only survivor Scarlett was truly scared of was her half-sister. Then others didn’t really bother her. She chose to stay out of their way and for that nobody bothered her. Hell she even liked the survivors more than the awakened on occasion. Her kind was doing nothing but starting trouble and harming innocent people. Scarlett wasn’t a naïve girl but she always tried to be optimistic. Wasn’t there a way they all could live together?

Deciding to not stand there like a frightened deer in the headlights, Scarlett started to walk backwards slowly. She was trying her hardest not to make a sound with her boots. If the person doesn’t see her then everything will be okay. The person will probably think they were crazy and leave it at that. Scarlett was so close to the exit before the door separating her room and the other room opened. Scarlett resisted the urge to dive into a corner and hide. Maybe the room would be too dark for the person to see her. She just needed to stay still and quiet. The little light from the boarded up windows leaked into the back room, as Scarlett squinted to see who was standing in front of her. She could make out a slim figure, and by the sound of the voice it had to be a female. “I know,” whispered Scarlett as her grip on her bag tightened. “Neither should you.” It was meant to sound brave and strong but she failed epically. Scarlett didn’t like confrontation. She liked pleasing people and being nice to people. When it came to conflict and confrontation Scarlett had a tendency to back down. It went along with her soft spoken nature.

She sucked in another breath, at the stranger’s question. Scarlet heard her own voice in her head saying her name and what she was. But it didn’t seem to want to go from her mind out her mouth so easily. “I’m—I’m…” Scarlett quickly contemplated whether she should lie or tell the truth. She could just give her name, she didn’t have to elaborate that she was an awakened, or that she had half-sister that is a survivor, or that she is even housing a survivor. Nope, she wasn’t going to say anything of that. “I’m Scarlett. And you are?” Her voice came out stronger than it had earlier. But she didn’t feel stronger than before. The shy, guarded girl she was wanted her to definitely close herself off. She just wanted to hide away in the corner. But that wouldn’t help anything and she really didn’t want to appear weak.

[!Keisha {Regan} Catori~!]

all those fairy tales are full of shit…

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[/color] she said slowly. She was watching the girl across from her carefully. It wasn’t that she was trying to be intimidating or anything (well maybe the wolf was) but she was genuinely trying to figure out if the girl was a Survivor or an Awakened. Of course one way would be better than the other, but when it came down to it, this world was a fight for survival. She nodded when the girl stated her name somewhat timidly. Keisha threw her a reassuring smile. “I’m Keisha,” she said, a little bit of edge taken out of her and she relaxed a little.

Keisha’s eyes wandered around the store. “So what brings you to break into an already broken in store?”[/color] she asked moving toward the counter to look at more of the jewelry. She bite back a small chuckle at the irony in that statement. It was so strange to her to have that be a normal thing now. The world was so messed up. Before the sickness, she never would have imagined the capabilities in humans, let alone her own capabilities. Survivors slaughtered Awakened and Plagued now, families killed families… Even she wasn’t completely clean of blood. There were many times that a Plagued or a Survivor had threatened her family. She wasn’t going to let that go lying down. Since she was the one who woke up with her powers, she was going to do what she could to protect Pete and Melanie. Especially since they were their only family left.

She glanced over her shoulder at the other girl. Scarlett seemed nice enough, but Keisha wasn’t sure about what was going to play out from here. Scarlett seemed shy, and almost timid. The wolf inside Keisha made her act boldly, she knew that well. It even seemed to make her a little bit intimidating. Keisha’s questioned though why, if the girl standing across from her was an Awakened, why did she seem so put off? And if she was a Survivor, why hadn’t she pulled a gun yet? Being a Plagued was out of the question – Keisha’s wolf ears could hear her heartbeat. It was strange the way her new found power worked. While Keisha was in her human skin, she felt an almost detached part of her moving restlessly inside her body. This part made up the she-wolf. But even though this part felt detached, it aligned itself with Keisha’s senses, making them sharper and over all better than what a humans would be. When Keisha let the wolf out though, it became the dominant part, and ruled Keisha’s decisions instinctually and gracefully. I’m schizophrenic,” she had reasoned with herself a few days prior. Schizophrenic on meth. It’s a whole new level. Of course she had been joking with herself that day because the wolf in her was behaving, but some days she found a small part of herself wondering if that was in anyway possible.

Keisha turned and looked at the other girl. “Look, we’ll clear this out right from the start. I don’t want to have it drag out any longer and end up liking you or something,”[/color] she said, a little edgily but she wasn’t about to take any bullshit. “Are you a Survivor or are you an Awakened?”[/color] she asked, and then added as a bit of an afterthought, “If you’re a Survivor, I’ll give you five minutes to turn around and book it before I go wolf on your ass.”[/color] Was she being threatening? Yes. But realistically, she had two younger siblings that were waiting for her to return with food. She knew first hand that not every Survivor was out to kill Awakened. Some actually aligned with them for protection, like Pete and Mel had with her. Some though who thought they would get that though, more or less became enslaved to their Protector. Right now though, and with Pete and Mel’s safety on her mind, she wasn’t about to deal with any type of Survivor nonsense about wanting her dead. It just didn’t fit into her agenda.
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[.:Scarlett.Marie.Fox:.]

The Sun Sets In Paradise

“Pretty name,” Scarlett whispered her arms relaxing slightly around her bag. She carefully watched Keisha walk around the store. Even though Scarlett probably could hold her own with her new powers, she wasn’t going to take any chances. Plus she was a kind and shy girl. Fighting was not in her nature. She was a lover not a fighter, the exact opposite of her half-sister. Or at least that’s what it seemed. It wasn’t like Scarlett got much of a chance to talk to Aria, but she did pay attention to her personality and movements. Her half-sister seemed like a fighter, a defender. She was hostile towards Scarlett even after her was a hypocrite and saved her. Scar didn’t really know what to make of her half-sister. But this was not the time or place to be reflecting on her estranged sibling. She was brought back to reality at the sound of the other female’s voice. How does she answer that question? In reality Scarlett was curious when she heard a noise and went to investigate. But this woman seemed hostile and would probably take that the wrong way. Though Scarlett didn’t want to lie and get caught in the lie. That would be worse. Oh this was a pickle.

“Um…I heard a noise and went to go investigate it,” Scarlett explained. Stupid curiosity. It was going to be the death of her. It always put her in the most awkward of situations. One of these days she was going to die because of this. Not to sound pessimistic. But realistic. It was just the world they lived in nowadays. Give a person so much as a glare and you were in danger of a random act of wrath. “If this is your home or something, I’m sorry. It was just…well you made such a ruckus. You sound really be more careful.” Scarlett wasn’t being demanding. Honestly she had stated that in the most innocent and sincere ways any person could. Sarcasm and all that whoo ha was lost on her. She was just trying to give the girl some helpful advice. Though Keisha seemed like the type to hold her own. And Scar should really not try to mother this stranger. Who was she to Scarlett? Just a stranger. But that was the awakened, always looking out for others and trying to please others. Even strangers that could probably tear her to shreds. She had to suppress the urge to squeak at the thought of such violence.

The brunette’s eyes went wide at the next thing this stranger had said to her. If she was more demanding and confrontational, Scarlett would have surely torn her a new one for that attitude. But no, she was shy, scared, and guarded. Straightening up, Scarlett tried to not let her shyness get in the way of this conversation. Though she was fighting the urge to lie. But why would she lie? She was clearly not a plagued and the other girl made it clear that she didn’t like survivors. But something inside of Scarlett made her want to close up to this girl. Telling herself not to life, Scarlett finally answered Keisha, “I’m an awakened.” The woman didn’t feel the need to ask what she was. Scar had no problems with survivors or awakened. It was the plagued that she had a problem with. And there was no sign of any decay coming from the stranger. So it didn’t matter to her what she was. As long as she didn’t go… “Wolf on my ass?” she questioned out loud by accident. Well that’s new. The phrasing was new to her. But that’s not what she was shocked about. She was shocked that her brain allowed her to verbally express what she was thinking. Usually her mind had a better censor than that. “Well that was rude of me, I’m sorry.” Great this woman probably thought she was insane. Wow, this new world makes people do the weirdest things.