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xxxxxxxxxx She wondered how often Cristina began frustrated with things, considering her inability to voice all of her thoughts. Her mind had come to this because of the device that she used to speak and her more-than-normal animated features and gestures. It was interesting, but unfortunate. The two girls walked down the hall and towards the exit.

On their way out, Kallisti had seen some vaguely familiar faces; those from that video game party. Two boys that were Brookridge natives, and went into a familiar room. Ah, that room belonged to Miss Olivia. She wondered if she was friends or acquaintances with the two boys.

The trip to the place called Ishmael Coffee, which was, as Cristina said, at the edge of the campus, was relatively pleasant and short. There was a little small talk between the girls about nothing in particular; maybe the area or the sights to see, such as the Heliocanthea. Kallisti liked the school's botanical gardens; it was clean and well-kept. She wondered if, by some chance, Crestatia would ruin it somehow. Someone might lose the game there? She had a feeling it was going to happen . . .

As they were seated at an out of the way table in the cafe, Kallisti received a message and pulled her phone out of her pocket. Upon reading who it was from, her face slightly reddened and her eyes momentarily glanced up at Cristina's face, wondering if she had noticed the change behind Kallisti's scarf, which she had yet to unwrap.

I'm not feeling good today.​

I miss you.​

See you soon?​

- Harley​

What kind of message was that? Certainly not something someone sent to their close-in-age cousin. They were not dating, Kallisti was not into incest. Harley was not bad-looking, but it was simply out of the question. Or . . . did he truly miss her? Why would that be? She sighed and typed up a reply.

. . . Do not play games with me, Harley.​

I do not miss you, but . . .​

Perhaps I will come to visit you tomorrow.​

- Kallisti​

Quickly, she placed her order for their waiter, slipped off her jacket, loosened her scarf and settled in. She looked up at her new . . . acquaintance? Cristina wasn't exactly a friend, yet, they hadn't known each other that long, but . . . it seemed that they could become friends, soon. " What do you think of the school, so far? " she asked, starting a conversation that wasn't too serious, " I have heard that the . . . the headmistress is a force to be reckoned with. What classes are you interested in taking? "

There a few points to start them off . . .


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xxxxxxxxxx She was glad when Cristina had relaxed, that meant that they could both move away from the situation that she had make awkward and awful to sit through.

" To be honest, I didn't really have anything in mind . . . but now that I think about it, would you like to come with me to the coffee shop on the edge of the campus? " her roommate asked with a smile. Coffee . . . Mmm, that did sound nice, and the idea was absolutely more productive than just . . . brooding here in this room all day. Indeed, she could go for something warm after walking in the cold.

" It's okay if you don't want to go. " Cristina then told her, and Kallisti frowned, " I could always go alone, or we could go somewhere else. "

She put her hands up and shook her head, " It is fine, really. Going to the coffee shop sounds like a wonderful idea and it would be my pleasure to join you. " And to show she was being honest, she smiled, " I shall go get dressed now. " Her mind tried not to focus on the marks on her legs and she quickly walked to the closet to retrieve some clothing and changed in the restroom. When she came out, she grabbed some other things and slipped them into her pocket, such as her phone and her little wallet that kept her card and money.

She looked at Cristina when she was all ready, " Whenever you are ready to go, I will be waiting. " she told her with a smile.

It was a little warm inside her coat, but the weather outside was cool, under sixty degrees, and she didn't want to be caught without a coat at that time. A coffee with her new roommate . . . It did sound like a lovely idea.

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xxxxxxxxxx Cristina had prodded no more. What had it been that sealed of the questions, Kallisti wondered? Was it her reaction, or Cristina restraining herself due to something else? Well . . . It didn't matter very much, she was merely glad that no questions were asked. Speculation would be had, there was no stopping that, but really, the scars could have come from anywhere. She took it, from Cristina asking about them, that she wasn't sexually active at all - which, don't get her wrong, was lovely, and she was glad for that because . . . Well. Suffice to say, she was glad.

She sighed.

" Do you have any plans today? " Cristina asked her, dragging her out of her abysmal mind. She didn't know . . . Did she have any plans today? With the manner in which the morning had launched, sulking seemed to be a prime order, but she detested the thought of wasting a day, wallowing in her own self-pity.

" No, none that I have determined. " she replied calmly, a stark contrast to hear earlier behavior. Perhaps she would apologize to the other girl before they went to bed tonight . . . " Is there something in mind you want to do? "

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xxxxxxxxxx Harley sighed as his squished-to-the-bed face looked at the small, bright screen.

What the fudge is coccus imaassus? ​

And would you be mad if I visited you anyway? ​

You can't be that sick so fast. ​

. . . Looks like she hadn't gotten the joke. With exasperation, he set the phone down at his side again and wrenched his neck to look in the other direction.

To be honest, he was troubled by the thought of her coming to see him. Especially when he was like this. Let's be honest, his lack of decent clothing is a would-be contributor to anything bad that might happen. The 'coccus imaassus' was a joke, sure, but he was still sick. It wasn't really a physical thing, but his whole body felt heavy and tired. He wanted to be his usual, cheerful self, but . . . Eh. Being happy was overrated.

At least, that's what he told himself.

It was a joke, Alli.​

I guess not, but visitor's discretion is advised.​

I just don't feel okay.​

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xxxxxxxxxx What Kal has said before immediately came back to Kallisti. " YOU'RE SHOWING YOUR SHAME, KALLISTI. " At first, she couldn't possibly think of what he meant, but when she watched Cristina's head and eyes turn down to look at her legs, she followed the line of sight as well.

. . . Cristina pointed at her legs.

In an immediate action, she flung the blanket over her legs and drew most of her body into herself, under the blanket as well. Her face was burning and her eyes stung with impulsive tears. How could she have been so careless? " YOU'RE SHOWING YOUR SHAME, KALLISTI. " Are you not supposed to help me keep my secrets, Kal? Why did you not tell me she could see them?! I THOUGHT THAT YOU KNEW SHE COULD SEE THEM. IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU'RE CARELESS! You are being hypocritical! I thought you were supposed to protect me! WELL, WE'VE ALL GOTTA LEAVE THE NEST SOME TIME. I JUST WANT YOU TO BE AWARE, LOVE. IT'S NOT LIKE I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU - I JUST WANT YOU TO HELP YOURSELF. That is all I have ever done, Kal, I have only ever helped myself - no one else has!

She was dangerously close to crying, still in shock that her new roommate, this girl that she had just met days ago, already saw . . . saw her shame. Cristina hadn't been able to see her face, so her abrupt crying finished just moments before Kallisti calmed herself and looked up, her face apologetic and cast with barely-visible shame. " Excuse me . . . " she confessed, willing her voice to be steady. Her mind traveled to how she spoke around Miss Olivia; very calm and serene, as if she had not a care in the world. The more that drew into her mind, the warmer her voice and tone became, " It was an accident that happened from when I was very young. Severe rope burn, and as you can see, it has never quiet healed. "

It wasn't necessarily a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth. Cristina was a nice girl, but Kallisti didn't know if she could trust her fully to not judge her negatively or to pity her completely. As her roommate, Cristina might have thought she had some sort of . . . obligation to worry over her own sake, but Kallisti did not want that, to make her worry, or anyone else worry for that matter.

" It was a very long time ago. " she restated, a bit of admonishment in her voice. Perhaps one day, she would tell Cristina about the rope scars, about her marksmanship, her grandmother, her cousin, and her sins.

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xxxxxxxxxx The bed vibrated and Harley sighed, lifting his phone from his side. It wasn't a bright Winter's day outside, so that damp and dreariness probably just added to his poor mood.

Well, i didn't say bye to you either.​

Felt tired too.​

Should we meet again today?​

Sounded a little bitter, that text. Did he want to see Alli today? Today was a bad day. Bad days affected his behavior and brought out the . . . less pleasant side of him. Nah, he didn't want to subject her to that. Maybe she wanted company, though. Alli was lonely, he could always tell by that melancholic look on her face whenever she saw people chatting with each other or him talking to someone else while she stood close to him. She was lonely. She needed someone to talk to. Harley was someone, but he wasn't a good someone. Not a good anyone. All he'd probably do was take advantage of her in that weak state she would be in.

I don't know if that's a good idea.​

I'm pretty sick. Might be contagious.​

Maybe it's the 'coccus imaassus'​

We can still text, though.​

Sorry, Alli.​

- Harley​

He'll admit, that was a pretty bad joke, but he was tired. The phone dropped to his side and he turned over on his bed. The only light in his room was that which came through the window. With the sky being so gray and dark, it was basically nighttime. His phone vibrated again, and he groaned. Who could be bo - oh. It was Heidi. His face brightened a little.

not today.​

altair missing.​

have to find.​

next time?​

-heidi.​

His face fell slightly, but then he registered that she said Altair was missing. Where did he go? Not kidnapped, he highly doubted - the guy looked like he could take care of himself. Ran off? Did he know that Heidi would be worried over him? Slightly careless. He sighed and dropped the phone next to him, again. He thought Heidi might be the one person to cheer him up.

. . . Okay, he'll admit, he had been acting pretty pathetic as of late, all of these emotions. What he probably needed was either a really nice hug or a dose of manipulative-grandmother. He was hoping for the former, but . . . Man, Lorinda always found out all of these damn things. She just seemed to . . . to know, somehow. If she found out he was down about something, down about someone, she'd know, she'd fix it for him in the worst way possible.

She had a history of making her grandchildren do things they didn't want to do.

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" You sure do forget easily, don't you? "

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" Come on, how can you not recognize me? "

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" More silence? If you don't say something soon, I'll leave. You're wasting my time. "

" . . . Please don't go. "​

" Now you decide to reply. "

" Forgive my lateness . . . How are you? "​

" I'm dead. How do you think I am? "

" . . . R - right . . . "​

" I bet you don't even remember me, do you? "

" Forgive me. "​

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xxxxxxxxxx Kallisti was still mad at Kal for doing that, for waking her up. That pink voice was so familiar, she had the person at the front of her mind, their name at the tip of her tongue, yet she couldn't recall. It was the most irritating feeling and she wished it gone. She had not seen the owner of the voice, it had only echoed throughout the void where she stood; that voice . . . delicate and strong at the same time, had warmed her so much, circled her whole body, made her feel . . . lovely.

But Kal . . . Goddamn you, Kal . . . she thought, scrunching up her face in displeasure. Why did you not let me talk to her more? SO THAT YOU COULD WHAT - BREAK DOWN AGAIN? I DON'T THINK SO. I still do not even have the slightest of why you would think I would 'break down'! I wish you would just tell me . . . NO CAN DO, LOVE.

When she had waken up, Cristina had been sitting in her bed, sketching. Kallisti's dream had slightly shaken her, so she awoke with a small start; surely, her roommate had taken no notice of it, though - she hoped.

" Good morning, Miss Cristina. " she said, sitting up in her bed and rubbing at her eyes. She moved around slightly, adjusting her night clothing so that it looked more . . . appropriate on her. She swung her legs out of bed, unconscious of the fact that Cristina might see the makings that were on her legs, " How are you? "

She looked at the pad Cristina held; she was sketching a cardinal, and when Kallisti followed her line of sight, she found the subject of the girl's drawing outside the window. She smiled. This girl was an artist. Kallisti counted herself very lucky to have gotten a roommate such as herself.

YOU'RE SHOWING YOUR SHAME, KALLISTI. I do not know what you are on about . . . YOU'LL SEE. MAYBE. IF THIS GIRL IS SMART ENOUGH. . . .

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xxxxxxxxxx He had been right, the girl had been gone before he had even woken up. Not that he blamed her. Not really. To be honest, he thought she was silly, sleeping with him like this, and then leaving in shame. He had seen it plastered all over her face as she cuddled into his side, last night. She was scared of judgment by her peers - not that most of them were more pure than she was.

It seemed that Harley didn't have a roommate anymore - the guy never returned to their dorms, so he basically had a room to his own. Not that he minded, living alone for three years. Alone . . .

His mind traveled back to how it ended up being like that. On the outside, his family was a picture-perfect deal. No one would be able to guess the many dirty businesses that went on in the inner workings. Frankly, he thought his family was the worse thing in his life. Sure, they could afford basically anything in the world that they wanted, but they were all malicious people. Yeah, they looked out for their own, but it was an obligation-thing. The only real human in his family from the previous generation was Lilith, his aunt, Lee's wife, Lorinda's daughter, and Kallisti's mother.

. . . And he had seen what happened to her.

He loved Lilith like his own mother ( even though his own mother was a complete wreck thanks to his dear old dad ), and he had thought that Lorinda loved her very much, too, but . . . Well, suffice to say, he thought wrong.

Hey.​

Sorry I didn't say goodbye last night.​

I was tired. And had a girl over.​

Well, you probs didn't want to know that.​

Ahg, Alli. Life, you know?​

- Harley​

He sighed and moved fluidly throughout the room. He didn't know what he wanted to do today. He wanted to relax, mostly, because truth be told, he had been stressed. The thing with Heidi, his ever-loving grandmother being the headmaster of this school and vice prez of its board, trying to keep Kallisti from finding out about Madeline's death . . . And all of these people that he kept sleeping with. Absorbing their emotions; despite popular belief, Harley Jackson was an extremely empathetic person.

He was simply tired.

He wondered if Heidi still wanted help with her phone.

Hey.​

Wondering if you still need help with your phone.​

You can come over, if you want, I'll be here.​

Stay safe.​

- Harley.​

Stay safe. He always said those words to her. Why was it, he wondered? Now clothed properly, he fell back onto his bed and let out a deep sigh.

Yes . . . Very tired.

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xxxxxxxxxx " I'm Marcus. " he began to reply. Marcus . . . What a nice name. " I see the only way to have a one-on-one game is to play online, I wondered if you'd play me some time, you're too good to not play this at home, Quin. " Ah, so Quin it was. He thought that she was good? She did play a lot, but never really thought her skills were superb ( she never checks the official leaderboards ).

Well, he didn't seem like such a bad person, nice, even. He reminded her a little of Tyler, but not by much . . . " I would like that. " she said in return, a small smile on her face. She began to lift her black coat and shrug it on, " Whenever we have the time, we should play together. " Buttons up . . . " It was nice to meet you, Marcus. See you some other time. "

Nearly an hour later, Kallisti found herself in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Had it really been such a productive day? She didn't know. Time went so fast, she could hardly keep up . . . She was tired.

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xxxxxxxxxx He had almost forgotten to say goodbye to Alli - dammit, he should have been paying more attention . . . The night had gone on and Harley hadn't seen Heidi; he wondered if she had decided to change her mind . . . He would have to text her tomorrow, see if she still wanted help.

Harley had seen a few interesting, and new, faces at this little get-together. The people he would be attending school with . . . In his bed, he yawned, but quietly; he didn't want to disturb the sleeping figure that was curled up into him. So she had flirted with him; big deal. In his mind, he shrugged. Her mind was less than stellar, he had figured that out soon enough, but her body was beautiful. She would be gone by the time he woke up - she seemed like that sort of girl.

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[/url]xxxxxxxxxx ❝ . . . There is something that I am forgetting? What could it be?
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xxxxxxxxxx The boy in front of her seemed embarrassed for some reason, but Kallisti couldn't think of a viable reason. When he nodded, she gave him a small smile, " I'm playing blind, haha. So don't laugh too hard, okay? " he asked her in a slightly meek voice, and her smile turned to a frown. Just because she was alright at playing video games, that did not mean she was going to make fun of him because he might not be.

" Does this game have multiplayer? " he asked, and she looked at the screen - she was on the multiplayer menu, so . . . She sighed, slightly awkward at this. He didn't seem like a bad person, but . . . She bit her bottom lip, looking away from him - his competence was high, she hoped.

Taking another breath, she looked at the screen, " Yes, this is the multiplayer menu. " she told him, giving him the remote after setting up a session for him. She then went on to explain how to earn points and stay from dying, looking at the screen with intentness, " Alright, the match is starting . . . " she told him.

He actually wasn't that bad of a player, and briefly, Kallisti wondered if he had been pulling her peach earlier. Perhaps this really was his first time playing, though; he didn't really utilize hiding spots the way that they could be used to the fullest, " You are not a bad player. " she told him in praise after the third match, " Placing on a high second on your second match. "

She at the PlayStation's clock; it was getting late. She had spent most of the evening playing this game? Almost as if she were home, still . . . " I am Quintus, by the way. " she told him, " You may call me Quin, if you prefer. "

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xxxxxxxxxx Daniel returned his offer of a handshake and then the greeting moment was over. She then sighed, " Oh, " she began, " yeah, but sooner or later it's going to cause problems. The classes hardly mix without some clashes after all, each with something to prove. "

She was an interesting person, Harley could tell that much; maybe he could even go far enough to say that she could actually be a female version of himself. Maybe not. Then again, they could be similar in some ways. Harley liked small talk, but only for one reason: it was easier to tell what kind of person he was talking to; how they replied, acted towards certain things. It was a good time for him to gather information. For one: small talk came easy to Daniel - but, she didn't like it much.

Not to mention, she seemed to be waiting for Harley to do something. He didn't know what, but he was sure to keep his guard up just in case she wanted to pull a fast one on him. He then, on cute, really, gave a laugh about her 'Bell' comment; that had been a bit of a silly thing about their previous school, them being the 'Bells', ridiculous. " That, you would be right about. I think it'll be a riot hanging out with all of these kids, though. They seem so . . . uppity and easy to play with. "

He glanced ta his watch; seemed that quite a bit of time had passed and it was rather late, " It was nice meeting you, Daniel. " he began to say to her, turning on his heel, " We'll have to talk some other time. " He put his hand in his pocket and started walking off, yawing and waving back as he did. Daniel . . . Interesting name, for a girl.

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xxxxxxxxxx The rest of the people in the large room seemed not to be in her world anymore, as she was too absorbed in being a fantastic Assassin. Brotherhood had since lost her interest and she had taken up playing Assassin's Creed III. There had been a file logged on this PlayStation that had the game completed, and so Kallisti went back to do the final, official assassination mission - that of Charles Lee. She never really was fond of him, and thought he was quite ugly and needed to wash his hair. MY, MY, WE ARE QUITE JUDGMENTAL TODAY, AREN'T WE? . . . AHA, YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT. . . .

ANYWAY, YOU SHOULD PAY MORE ATTENTION, THERE'S SOMEONE WATCHING.

Kallisti stopped playing as soon as Kal said something, and averted her eyes away from the screen. Behind her was a boy she didn't recognize; he must be a student from Brookridge. Had he been waiting to play? It didn't seem as if anyone wanted the PlayStation at first, though she figured that she had been playing it long enough . . . " Ah, hello. " she said, her voice barely audible over the noise of the party, " Were you interested in playing? " she then asked him, her free hand coming to her black scarf without her knowledge.

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xxxxxxxxxx " What about Springs Savior? " he had heard Anthony mention, though he doubted he was paying attention to Harley at all; merely thinking aloud. He liked that. Springs Savior. He wasn't sure how to interpret it, but then he remembered that he had saved Anthony from being drowned in the men's baths at Trembling Mountain.

" That's him, I take it? " said the girl in front of him, and Harley replied with a nod, waiting for her to speak more, " Actually not a huge gamer but new to the school and this would be the first party here. Been hoping to meet more people here as well. " Quickly, he began to analyze her words, her body movement and the size of her pupils. The gesture she had done, the one where she moved a bit of her hair behind her ear, didn't convince him; usually, that sort of hand movement meant flirtatious, that the other was interested, but her pupils weren't dilated much at all. Generally, the became, if only, slightly, barely larger.

" Name's Daniel. "

What an interesting name, for a girl. It looked right on her, especially with her punk-ish outfit. " Harley. " he replied with a smile fabricated well enough to pass the eyes of a hawk, holding out his hand for her to shake, " Nice to meet you. " She didn't seem like the type to be messed with, rather the type to mess with, so this first meeting between he and she was important, Harley thought. She didn't know a thing about him, but he picked up on some cues for her, just with the first words. " Seems lots of people are here to meet others, since Bellhurst students had to transfer. Didn't expect that a prissy place like Brookridge would take in a bunch of 'ruffians' like us. " That last bit was slightly ironic to him, since he had the breeding of the goddamn Royal Family.

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xxxxxxxxxx He would be lying if he said that he wasn't surprised Anthony noticed him - he was playing a game after all, and it seemed like his passion, one that he would focus on completely. When he smiled at Harley, Harley couldn't help but smile back. The kid was definitely feeling better. But . . . "Hot Springs Hero"? He was almost disappointed that he didn't get a cooler title.

Then again, he was honored to get a title from Anthony, the Great Hero, at all. It made him happy.

Behind him, he heard footsteps over the noise of the rest of the party and he looked over his shoulder. A girl was there, dressed in an outfit definitely not suited for Winter. Was she cold at all? He scoped out her face; she was up to something and so he stood from his crouching position and looked at her, " Hey. " he said casually, his voice clear of suspicion, " Come to watch Anthony play? "

Waiting for an answer, Harley picked his phone out of his pocket and saw the reply from Heidi. He smiled; so she was coming, he was glad. He didn't reply to her message - although he probably should have - and slipped the phone back into his pocket, his attention returning to the girl.



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xxxxxxxxxx After spending about an hour, or so, in the Heliocanthea, Kallisti deiced to get up and be somewhere else. From the few voices she had heard in her peace, there was some sort of gathering, a part, at the Faculty of Student Life. Perhaps it had been set up so that the new students from Bellhurst and the natives of Brookridge could mingle? It didn't sound like a . . . horrid idea, but . . .

Kallisti wasn't exactly a party person, she did not like too many people around her at once, even if she wasn't the center of attention. She had first thought to turn down the offer ( although she hadn't been invited by anyone ), but when she heard it was a sort of video game party . . . There were second thoughts. Perhaps they would have Brawl, or any of the Assassin's Creed series? Little Big Planet was always a fun game to have at gatherings, as well . . .

She wondered if Tyler would be there.

YOU SEEM TO BE DOING WELL ENOUGH. And why should I not be well? YOU HAVE ME TO THANK FOR THAT. . . . That is not really an answer. IT'S OKAY, IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE, KALLISTI. JUST KNOW THAT YOU'VE GOT ME TO THANK FOR YOU NOT HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN. I still do not understand why you say such things when I have not the slightest idea of what you might be speaking of. IT'S OKAY. TRUST ME, I'M A DOCTOR. You are not, do not say such lies. There is no use in trying to get me to thank you, for I do not know what I should be thanking you for. . . . TOUCHÉ.

Kallisti had decided she would go to this little soiree, it couldn't possibly be all horrible. The first thing that had met her hearing, though, when she walked into the large room was " I have arrived. " She averted her eyes from the main crowd of people to search for the origin of the voice and found, in its place, a girl. Kallisti looked at her, scouted her person and appearance; she was more than likely an attractive young lady under all of that gaudy and slightly ridiculous makeup. Her clothing, though Kallisti did not look long, was just as equally distasteful. A shirt that read " LET'S MAKE OUT. " . . . At least have a little more class. NOT EVERYONE IS AS ELEGANT AS YOU ARE, KALLISTI. Oh, hush, I did not ask you . . .

She looked away from her previous subject of interest and began to move forward, around the people, content that there were not so many of them around, yet. A few familiar faces had appeared, and then she saw Allison ( that was her name, right? ), the girl who was friends with Harley. And there was he, next to her, having not even noticed her yet. She didn't know if she was grateful or not for that; she used to be terrified of him, but . . . something had changed since then. She hadn't the slightest idea what it might have been that changed, but she could look at her cousin now without internally screaming. A small blush appeared on her face and she pulled her black scarf up to her mouth, closer, to conceal the expression.

Much to her joy, Kallisti had found a PlayStation 3 unattended too and a wide variety of games - and just the one she was looking for! Assassin's Creed Brotherhood. Quickly, before anyone else could come, she grabbed a chair, turned on the game and began to remove her jacket. Soon, she was playing multiplayer and earning the high score in her second session as The Courtesan.

Ah, it was almost as if she were home and life was normal . . .

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xxxxxxxxxx Without fail, Harley had beaten Alli there. He didn't blame her though, she was the less athletic of the both of them, but it had been fun to see her try and catch him. When she had come after him, Harley realized that another message was waiting to be read. Heidi had probably responded. Was she still having problems with figuring out how to work the phone? He laughed a little. He could probably help her out some time, if she asked.

they are very complicated.​

make no sense.​

don't know what to do with it.​

no one told me 'bout a party.​

have fun.​

-heidi​

He frowned at the text. He and Alli hadn't been invited, and they still came. It was an open party, and Heidi probably didn't talk to many people. He began to think though, she was probably nervous around lots of humans at once, and he didn't know if he wanted to ask her to come if it was a danger to her sake. It couldn't hurt to suggest? Harley normally wasn't unsure, but he didn't know Heidi well and long, so he was basing off of what he did know of her.

You didn't have to be told. It's an open invite.​

Come if you want. There's food and video games.​

People. Potential friends?​

Good luck with your phone. I can always help, if you want.​

If you don't come anyway, stay safe.​

- Harley.​

She might be the only person besides his cousin that he has worked so hard to be friends with, or to at least . . . know on a generally good level. Alli had been a hit an miss, but they became friends naturally. Harley didn't make friends, he made enemies and toys.

A loud, girlish voice snapped him from his thoughts " I have arrived. " He looked to see who it was and saw a girl dressed as something out of a magazine for . . . bad outfits and weird lipstick. She had a nice body though, probably a pretty face, but she didn't mean much to him upon first sight. For a moment, he thought to go talk to her, but then someone else had, a boy with brown hair, had appeared first.

When he looked back again, Alli was watching someone play a game. Oh, it was Anthony, the Hero. Harley let a smile creep onto his face. Anthony seemed visibly better since their last interaction. He was glad. Oh, the Super Nintendo. Nice. Harley made his way over to Alli and Anthony, but occasionally threw glances at the person playing the PS3 and the girl who reminded him of a peacock. With . . . ridiculous lipstick.

* gigglesnort *