Ooc: I'm awake, and I feel refreshed~ Er, I came from school...if you can call that refreshing. And I still have my cold. ANYWAY, I'm posting nao~
Ic: Kitty stared at the sky,which was littered with fluffy white clouds. "What I wouldn't give to be able to sit in those clouds and fly like a bird..." She murmured, half to herself, half to anyone who was listening. A spontaneous thought, like most of her thoughts, brought her to sit upright. She grinned slyly and yanked her backpack from it's sitting position beside her. "Hey, from what you've told me, you need a few sunbeams. So. Go through the back pocket of my backpack, the biggest one. Keep any picture you want. I have way too many to keep anyway, and I'd hate to have 'em thrown away." She smiled kindly, holding the backpack slightly open, like a cave full of treasures waiting to be explored.
Ooc: Is she too perfect? >.> Tell me if she is. XD
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Will eyes beamed with pleasure. 'Really?" he squeaked. He hasitly grabbed the bag, but carefully at the same time. He gently pulled the zipper like it would fall to pieces if he wasnt careful. Inside were many different pieces of paper that had thick and thin lines scrawled across them. He peered through some of them carefully. One that caught his eye was a wolf staring up at the bright moon. Its intricate fur looked like it was waving in the wind. He grinned and turned to her. "Can i have this one." He was going to add, it reminds me of you, but he held his tongue.
Kitty smiled, "Of course you can. You can take more than one you know. I have to find homes for all of these drawings. The ones I dearly want to keep are in different pockets anyway." She looked back out at the sun, and yearned for a sunset. She loved to color sunsets, but she could never get it right. Maybe that was why she was so drawn to trying to draw them. For some reason, colors never worked for her. Especially not colored pencils. Now she was afraid of touching a colored pencil to her paper.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Will nodded and shifted through some more picture admiring them all. Though he wanted to keep a lot of them, his parent would get suspicous. He found another one he really liked. It was a dragon, with scales that glowed in the sun. The wings were flared out around it as he flew toward the on looker with a proud look in its eyes. The world below was blurred slightly giving a look of height. A bright grin spread on Will's face. "I love this one!" He placed it with the wolf picture he had choosen and placed the rest of the pictures back. He glanced down at the wo scetches and noticed something very important missing. He turned to Kitty and with a smile asked, "Can i have you sign them both?"
"Hm? Oh! Of course!" Kitty reached into a front pocket and pulled out a pencil. Then, she got out a planner someone had given her for a birthday long ago which she never used. She DID use it to write on when there were no tables though. She put the papers on and signed it with her signature. Sometimes, she changed it. This time, she signed it with Kitty, and the dot on the i had kitty ears. She also put her trademark kitty face next to it. She did the same to the dragon picture, and handed them back. "There, all done!" She grinned. "I never sign them, because I never used to give them away. There was no one who'd take care of them." She looked into the sky again. It was something she did a lot. Especially in class. Then she remembered how she had always been friendly with people, but never had any true friends. Of course all the underachievers were friends. Who else was there to be friends with when you were the bottom lot of the school? That was different. No one there truly liked her for who she was. And if they did, she didn't notice it.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Will took the pictures back and spent a few minutes admiring them. He didnt notice the faint smile that spread on his face as he gazed at them with warm eyes. He laughes slightly and was about to say something to Kitty, but the bell for class rang. A frown touched his lips and he stood up. "I guess its time to get back." He sighed. Turning to kitty he grinned again. Will stretched out a hand to help her up.
"Oh! Thank you." Kitty smiled warmly and took his hand. Once she was standing, she picked up her backpack and slung it on. Then she threw away the brown paper bag her lunch had come in. "Hey, so wait for me after sixth, alright?" She called over her shoulder, heading to her history class.
Ooc: Hey Flighty~ Wanna jump in with Kitty? Or go with Will. If you do, I'll find some overachievers to bully Kitty. Kekeke. >3
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."
Ooc: Sure, I'll jump in with ya. I shall run into youz in da hallway. Let's say they already know each other, but not as complete friends yet.
Ic: Shep had his black backpack carelessly slung over his shoulder as he walked in a lively fashion down the hall. He noticed the dark, reddish-brown hair of a slightly familiar girl bobbing a few yards in front of him. He sped up a little and caught up to her. "Hey, you're tin my history class, right?" he said, looking down at her to make eye contact. "Are you the cat girl?" A small grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he spoke. He did what might be called a 'cheerleader hair-flip' as they walked.
"Uhm, excuse me? Cat girl?" Kitty looked up from under her hood as the boy flipped his hair the way the popular boys would to get the girls to look at them. "Do...I know you?" She asked him. If he was an underachiever, surely she would recognize him? Did that mean he was one of the popular group? Why would he be talking to her then? Well, today IS a day of firsts for you Kitty. You talked to an overachiever. What law of fate says that a popular boy shouldn't talk to you? she told herself. The thing was, she didn't respect people who put on a fake personality and lived on the edge of a razor blade with their friends because one single wrong thing, or even something that could be turned into a juicy rumor could get you out of that group for good. Not to mention that if you're in that group, you've done a bit of rumor-spreading as well.
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"If he dies, then it will be God's will."
"If that was meant to be comforting, it was not."
"Everyone dies eventually. Once you are born, you begin to die."
"That was not comforting either!"
"It is the way of the Creed. Usually our deaths are violent but quick."