Crossing A Line( MissKitty19&Shade)
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				Title: <strong>Crossing A Line( MissKitty19&amp;Shade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>29-06-2016, 05:28:16</strong>
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				Maya was a strange girl. Quiet. Lovely. Observant and hearty. Her mother. The woman who had picked up a toddling two year old child and raised it as her own over fifteen years. Said she had big deer eyes. Maya had never seen a deer so she could neither confirm or deny but she could say that from the rare reflections she had seen she knew they were big and the peculiar shade of green that she had only seen in the photographic displays of jewellery shop windows.<br><br>Emerald. A shade her mother sad was once desirable and strange for her. Seeing as the rest of her eluded to an affinity with flame. Her skin tanned easily&nbsp; but never burnt. Her hair a strange soft shade of pink. Waved in thick corkscrew curls, often pulled out of her face and too the side in a thick braid. Convenience. It made it so she could move freely without being hindered. Today though her hair was wild on her shoulders as she ripped aside the tent flap. Her hand, heated scorched the material. Her mother turned and looked at her. Eyes widening as she saw the anger in her daughter's eyes. She grabbed the woman's arm. The older blonde howling in pain as Maya's hand burned a print into her arm.<br><br>Once her mother had left the tent and was safely away she turned her attention to the man she had just pulled her mother off of. He was grinning and muttering&nbsp; something along the line of her wanting a turn as she exploded. Flame erupted from her and as her&nbsp; and the tent engulfed in a burning flame. Her clothing melted away.<br><br>Three days later she was running. A flaming inferno following behind her and creeping slowly ahead of her as she ran. The&nbsp; wound she had given her mother days before had gotten infected and&nbsp; her mother had collapsed with fever and unless she was treated soon. They were less then a day away so she had agreed to run ahead. She slammed into the wooden door. Banging on it until her flames disintegrated it. Though as it fell down a wall of water hit her. Steaming as it hit her barely covered form. Her clothing revealing but at least the important bits were covered. Suddenly as the water washed&nbsp; over her and extinguished the flame, she felt out of breath. Soaked. She tumbled too her knees. As a boy approached her. <br><br>Words fell from her lips before her world went black. Jumbled and disjointed but&nbsp; hopefully it would help them find her mother and help her.<br><br>" Mom, halfmile south, sick, please, help her," Into the dirt she fell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing A Line( MissKitty19&amp;Shade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shade</strong> on <strong>01-07-2016, 21:48:30</strong>
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				Jason attempted to suppress a yawn as he stretched and left his home. The sun had risen a few hours ago, but it didn't matter. There wasn't anything he needed to get done today. He'd already made sure that the village had plenty of water in the reservoirs yesterday. There wouldn't be a need to refill them again for at least a few days, depending on how much people used. Still, it was too nice of a day for him to just sit around. He began to walk around the village with no particular destination in mind, waving and greeting people he came across. The villagers all held him in high regard. It was hard for them not to, since he was responsible for helping fix their water shortage. <br><br>He'd just been passing by one of the watch towers when the lookout inside called down to him. "Hey, Jason! You might want to look at this." Curious, Jason climbed up the ladder to the platform. He looked to where the guard was pointing and raised his eyebrows in surprise. <br><br>"A forest fire? How'd that get started?" Fires didn't start on their own. There hadn't been a storm for days, so it couldn't have been started by a lightning strike. Was there someone out there who had let their campfire keep burning? There wasn't any sign of flames, but the smoke rising from the treetops made it obvious that something was burning out there. <br><br>"No idea," the guard replied, "but you might want to do something about it. We don't want the whole forest burning down around us, you know?"<br><br>Jason nodded. "I'll go check it out. Hopefully it's not too bad." Jason slid down the ladder and headed for his house to grab some water skins. He usually carried one with him at all times, but he had spares for when he expected to need a lot of water. <br><br>He was already heading for the front gate when he saw it burst into flames. The guards were panicking, and nearby villagers screamed in terror and surprise. Not thinking twice, Jason sent a surge of water from the reservoir near the front gate. The burning wood was extinguished, but the fire had already weakened the wood. It splintered apart under the pressure of the water. But at least the flames wouldn't spread along the walls, or get inside the village. Looking out through the gaping hole that had once been the front gate, Jason saw her. He didn't recognize her, hair that would be impossible to forget. As he moved closer to her, he heard her ask for help before collapsing. Seeing her collapse, he rushed over and turned her over so she wouldn't be face down in the mud. He blushed a bit upon realizing that she was almost naked. But he pushed that aside and checked her neck for a pulse. She seemed fine, just unconscious. <br><br>"Hey, be careful!" one of the guards at the gate shouted at him. "She was trying to burn the gate down!"<br><br>"Wait...what?!" Jason looked back down at the unconscious girl. That fire came from her? Was she like him then? If that was the case, he wanted to know more about her. And if she had been trying to burn the gate down, what was with asking him for help?<br><br>"She said someone needed help. Half mile south of here. Someone who was sick. Go." The guards at the gate didn't move for a second. "What are you waiting for? I'll watch the gate.Go!" Jason shouted. The guards nodded to each other and headed south. Jason looked down at the unconscious girl again. He wanted to bring her into the village, but after setting their front gate on fire, that might not be the best idea at the moment. He grabbed a blanked from the guard station and laid it over her to give her some modesty, after removing the water that was soaking her. After propping her up against a nearby tree, he began to draw up the water that had been soaked into the ground. It wouldn't be clean enough to drink, but he could use it for other things. And if the girl fired up again, he'd need to keep a lot of water nearby. A few brave villagers peered out through the blown open gate, whispering to each other as they noticed the unconscious girl who'd apparently tried to burn her way into their home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing A Line( MissKitty19&amp;Shade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>05-07-2016, 06:18:31</strong>
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				She awoke with a start. Feeling warm and dry. Strange as her last memory was being wet. Soaked in fact. Panic about her mother blossomed as she directed her gaze to the distance. Trying to look past the obvious destruction that had destroyed. The path she had taken. Tentatively she pushed off the blanket covering her. It was still early in the day and the sun was mercilessly bearing down on her. She turned her gaze. Sitting up to see the gaping hole where the structures gate had been.<br><br>She bent her legs to get up. Acutely aware she was being watched. Breathing slowly to avoid bursting into flame she brushed herself off. Her pants were now almost in taters as shorts… and her shirt was all but gone. The. Charred remains. Barley covering the black bra she and her mother has stolen from an empty Victoria secret store two years ago. She was thankful that that was still intact. After all. This far out into the waste finding clothing was impossible to find let alone undergarments.<br><br>&nbsp;What wasn’t covered was clean. She guessed that the water had taken care of most of the soot from the flames and her burnt clothing. She paused at the gate. Feeling the eyes on her. Watching as a few men's grips tightened on their weapons as if daring her totake another step. As a show of compliance Maya lifted her hands and took a step back. Her eyes. Green orbs searching their faces as she asked quietly.<br><br>“My mother?”<br><br>If she was okay. If her mother was okay she would just leave. She had a feeling the older woman would be safe here and there was less chance of her being taken advantage of here. Of her being hurt again. <br><br>She must have terrified these people. <br><br>Usually she didn’t introduce herself in such a drastic way. Usually she stayed in the background trying to hold back her strange gift. But here was just the oposite. She could just imagine the impression she had made on them. <br><br>The same impression her near nudity was probably making. She blushed a bit and lowered her hands. Waiting for an answer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing A Line( MissKitty19&amp;Shade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shade</strong> on <strong>13-07-2016, 06:03:22</strong>
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				After waiting for several minutes, the guards had returned. One of them was carrying the woman piggyback style. As they brought her past Jason and through the gate, he saw the hand shaped burn mark on her arm. His gaze turned back to the sleeping girl. If she was responsible for this woman's injuries, why did she want to help her? Was it an accident? Jason thought back to the early days of his abilities. He wasn't always in control of them and it had taken serious dedication and practice to master his gift. But if he messed up, little happened. Water splashed or was spilled, a river kept flowing. Except for a flood, water wasn't too dangerous on it's own. But fire? That was an entirely different story. Fire consumed until there was nothing left for it to burn. Had she avoided learning control because she was afraid of what would happen if she practiced? There was no way to know for sure until the girl woke up and he asked her.<br><br>After awhile, the guards came back to their post. They had been held up being used as extra sets of hands for the medics. They noticed the people still gathered around the gate, and the unconscious girl resting outside the village. One of them spoke in a whisper to Jason. "You sure she should still be around here? The people are getting restless, and I can't say I blame them."<br><br>Jason gave a sigh. "There are some things I need to ask her about first before we decide to send her away or not."<br><br>"Jason." the other guard spoke up. "She <em>burned down</em> the main gate. Do you really think the council is going to let her stay? Or that the people here will accept her?"<br><br>"I think she has the right to make her case. And... if she's like me, then I can't just turn her away."<br><br>The guards shared a look, but didn't say anything further. Jason was easygoing most of the time. But when he had his mind set on something, there was little to be done that could change it. <br><br>When the girl stirred and stood up, the guards and townspeople were instantly on edge. Jason just watched the girl closely as she approached the gate. She seemed scared, and nervous. But who wouldn't in this situation?<br><br>When she asked about the woman, who was apparently her mother, the guards spoke up. "She's fine. As long as he can keep a close eye on her and treat her, Doc said she should recover." The guard tightened his grip on the spear he was armed with. "Though she wouldn't be in trouble if she hadn't been burned. Right?"<br><br>"That's enough. Try to break up the crowd and let me handle this, okay?" The guards were reluctant, but began to try to disperse the crowd. While they did this, Jason stepped outside the gate and approached the pink haired girl. He stopped a few feet away, having to fight to keep his gaze on her face instead of her scantily clad body.<br><br>"I have to ask: Did you mean to burn her? Or to burn down our gate?" He didn't think she did, but he needed to hear an answer from her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing A Line( MissKitty19&amp;Shade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>15-07-2016, 20:37:13</strong>
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				Her eyes widened in innocent surprise. She knew it looked bad, but how could anyone think she was capable of hurting her mother deliberatly.<br><br>Silence fell over her and she stepped back. Ensuring she was far enough from anyone or anything that she could loose control without hurting anyone.<br><br>"No... I would never... I just can't stop it." She wasnt going to explain how her mother had gotten hurt. The woman had a chance of normalcy here. " It was an accident. We tried to. Keep it clean but then she passed out... I paniced and I just...." <br><br>She fidgited. The dirt scorching benieth her bare feet and the edges of her scraps of clothing glowing bright orange with embers she willed herself to calm down. Afraid she was only going to make it worse. Breath left her and the flame super heating her body died down completly.<br><br>"Im really sorry. I just couldnt let mom..."&nbsp; she actually looked at the man in front of her now. Viridan eyes traveling the length of him. He was pretty and around her age. A little rare suddenly though she was normally used to her state of undress a blush rose on her cheeks and she felt an urge to cover up and for the first time ever she felt voulnerable.<br><br>Her mother would not be happy knowing what she had done. The reason the elder woman had insisted she kept her gifts hidden. The older woman had told tales of people wanting to use her for her gifts. Gifts of her body. And of her flame. She knew this was a reality for her. If she left her mother here and went on her own. She knew shed be voulnerable. Was there a chance for her too be used as a weapon and eventually brought back and used against these people?<br><br>Yes.<br><br>The only options they really had were ending her life or taking her in. The second would be just as dangerous as turning her loose though... Because if she lost control. She relized while in her mind. Mulling ober all this she had been silent and staring. Maya's gaze was torn away and directed to the ground.<br><br>"Ill leave... But id like to see my mother first. May I?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing A Line( MissKitty19&amp;Shade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shade</strong> on <strong>20-07-2016, 03:34:45</strong>
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				Jason tensed up when he began to feel the heat flare around the girl again. Fortunately, she was able to calm herself down before bursting into flames. So she could control it when she tried, but she hadn't mastered her gift yet. She needed to learn how to use it properly, or she'd always risk setting whatever happened to be around her on fire. <br><br>He stayed silent for a moment, considering her request to see her mother. "Okay. But on one condition: I have to accompany you." He drew some water from the water skin slung across his back. The liquid flowed over his shoulder and around his arm, until he held an orb of water in the palm of his hand. "Can't risk you setting anything else on fire, you know?" The water flowed back up his arm and into the water skin. "Come on, the healer is this way." Jason turned and headed through the village gate, expecting the girl to follow. The village people began to mutter and glare at the girl. But as long as she was close to Jason, they wouldn't say or do anything. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing A Line( MissKitty19&amp;Shade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>09-08-2016, 20:18:59</strong>
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				As soon as she was able Maya agreed and seeing her mother sitting up and awake was overwhelming she ran to her. The older woman's arms embraced her. Maya 's head wason the woman's chest as her Mothers hand ran through her wild curls.<br><br>" Shhhhh. Im fine. Its okay. Your a good girl." the womans assurance was selfish. As she could feel her daughter's skin warming. As she cried. She eyed the boy who had come with her daughter. Recalling his face.... Though fifteen years was a long time.<br>&nbsp;It would stay at that way without getting worse. Maya's heated skin as with a sadness she muttered her goodbyes and the elder woman's grasp tightened. Her hazel eyes widening in panic. " No. You can't leave...." She turned to the boy sensing he held some power here. "&nbsp; There are people who would use her against you should you make her leave." <br><br>Maya lifted her head. Looking at her mother confused. Her mother had always illuded that men would use her. Not for her abilities but for her body. Her mother had alwas given herself instead and Maya had guessed that was why they never stayed anywhere long... Instead though... Was it her fire? Was that why they were always moving. Always running?<br><br>" Mother.... You know more then anyone.... I dont want to hurt these people." Maya argued as she wiggled from the womans grasp. " Please take care of her?" She asked the healers.<br><br>Her first order of buisness... Was to find more suitable clothing. She waited for the boy to lead her back to the gate.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shade</strong> on <strong>23-08-2016, 22:47:11</strong>
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				Jason stood off to the side, letting the mother and daughter moment happen uninterrupted while staying close enough that he could stop any flare ups that the girl might have. He noticed the mother turn her gaze to him for a moment. There was something about the way she looked at him. Like she recognized him or something. But the thought was quickly discarded as the woman began to beg for her daughter to be allowed to stay, while the daughter argued that she didn't want to hurt people by staying. <br><br>"I'd rather not see a mother and daughter be separated. But it'll probably take some convincing, given what happened at the front gate and all..." With the front gate open, the village was vulnerable. Additional guards would be needed at the front gate at all times until it could be repaired. He and the others would probably have to be put on watch too.<br><br>"Now then," he took a seat by the bed where the older woman was resting. "You were saying something about people who would use her against us. Who and how? If you are going to convince the people here that letting her leave would put us in greater danger than letting her stay, we're going to need some specifics."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing A Line( MissKitty19&amp;Shade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>24-10-2016, 01:23:32</strong>
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				Maya sensed her mother would be less forthcoming with her there so she stepped outside leaning against&nbsp; the wall&nbsp; her eyes turned towards the sky as she crossed one leg over the other. Best not to see the people looking at her and let their worry, fear,confusion and distain, effect her own emotions.<br><br>She slid down and sat there. Her eyes still on the sky. Until something bumped her thigh and she looked down to find a cat.... a kitten?More like a cross between the two. A cat in its awkward teen years perhaps. Small. Thin. Lanky. But still possessing those&nbsp; big paws and too large of a head to have been finished growing.<br><br>"Are you how they keep the rats out?" She asked as she heard a child's voice calling a name. She scratched the cats head." I think someone's calling you." She child came running up and stopped dead in its tracks. A little boy... Maybe four years old? Stared at her with big wide eyes. She smiled. He looked so torn. Retrieving his pet or going near the 'scary fire lady.'<br><br>&nbsp;She laughed softly and&nbsp; got up.&nbsp; Reaching down, she lifted the cat and walked over too the&nbsp; boy. Slowly. She didn't want to scare him she offers the cat and waited for the child to take it.<br><br>" You should keep an eye on her, she's still little." She directed a smile at him " You've done a good job taking care of her so far though." She lifted a hand and poked the cat's nose."She's strong"<br><br>The boy smiled back and ran off. She watched him go. Turning back to return to her spot. Wondering just what it was her mother was saying.<br><br><br>---<br>" I was young, really young. Born shortly after the war started.... I was a teenager when the final blasts happened.... I was raised with a group of men and woman..." The blond woman looked ashamed, "They...We believed that The children would be our saviors.... There were two with us.&nbsp; A girl who was three and her twin brother. The girl was able to use air, and the boy earth.I remember she created small tornados when he cried." She&nbsp; shifted as the smile faded from her face."I wasnt high up. I never actually got to see the children but when we got a tip on a third I was sent with a group of our finest fighters....to collect it. We were outside of this building.... She was being held under quarantine in... Planning on attacking and I remember the chant... We used to say it every day. Fire and Earth creates in its destruction, Wind and water will nourish. New life in the vessel."<br><br>The look in her eye changed.Haunted.<br><br>"Then the airstrike came, we all hid, ran, I was three floors underground when the bombs hit.... It took me three days to maneuver my way out.... When I did... There she was... Toddling about and crying.... I took her and we left, when I went back home there was nothing left... Last year... Someone caught sight of Maya after a tree had fell on her during a windstorm. She was hurt and when she gets hurt..... I've been one step ahead of them since then."<br><br>The older woman looked desperate. " Please... I don't quite know what they plan on doing with her but... Maya would be a slave to them.... A means to an end... You havent seen her worst... She could destroy this world if she really wanted.... They... Would make her want to."<br><br>She was exhausted... The effect of the infection, treatment and the strength it took to tel her tale had been all she had." She has no one else."<br><br>- --<br>While waiting for her mother to finished speaking with him her fingertips toyed with the dirt. Unaware that in her calm,&nbsp; her fingertips had blazed dangerously hot&nbsp; and had actually melted and scorched the dirt she played with. A puddle of molten earth about the size of her palm as she toyed with it it glowed bright read and oranges and yellow. She looked down. Surprised herself and jumped too her feet... She hadn't even realised... She&nbsp; entered the building again. Just long enough to grab a bucket of dirty water, and dumpled it on the heated earth.<br><br>She stared at the steaming rock that was left as she set the empty bucket down. She didn't even know she could do that... And it was so small so controlled... How?<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing A Line( MissKitty19&amp;Shade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shade</strong> on <strong>11-11-2016, 05:42:27</strong>
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				Jason felt a twinge of disappointment as Maya got up to leave. He found his eyes drawn to her still scantily clad form. But remembering her mother was in the bed right in front of him, he mentally scolded himself and turned his attention back to the injured woman. He listened to her story patiently. What really got his attention was the mention of a girl who could use air and a boy able to use earth. There were two others in the village who could use elements like he could. A girl who could use air and her twin brother able to manipulate earth. <br><br>His thoughts were interrupted when Maya came back in and grabbed a bucket of water. He could hear the splash as she poured it out, and the faint hiss of something rapidly cooling. Jason let out a low sigh. "I would like her to stay. But it's going to be hard to convince the people here if she can't keep control of her gift." He waved his hand in front of him, and a ball of water the size of a marble formed in his palm. He had pulled it from the moisture in the air around him. "I know fire is different. Water, earth, and air? They're usually harmless, only a threat when a large amount of them is moving. Fire? That's a whole different animal. It's nature is to spread and consume until there's nothing left." Jason let the water ball drop to the ground. "But if I vouch for her and agree to stay close to her to keep her flames under control, then I think they'll listen. Or at least will be willing to give her a chance." He was banking on the fact that the village liked and trusted him so much. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing A Line( MissKitty19&amp;Shade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>14-11-2016, 05:38:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;She stared at the bit of hardened black rock, it looked almost like glass&nbsp; her interest was drawn away when her mother called her back.&nbsp; The sound of her mother’s voice was enough to breath her heart. She sounded tired and weak. She would do anything to ensure that the woman stayed here. Even if it meant she had too leave. She rushed over to the woman’s bedside and kissed her forehead.<br><br>“ Stay close to him Maya, he can help you.”<br><br>&nbsp;The last words spoken by the woman before she fell asleep. Maya wasn’t the least bit surprised though. What with her being ill, it had probably taken a lot out of the woman just to manage talking for as long as she had. Maya kissed her forehead again and turned to the boy, having all but forgotten he was there.<br><br>“ I suppose you could escort me out now, I don’t want to hurt anyone, honestly… I just…. I can’t stop it.” Truth was she envied him, how precisely he could control his gift. She was a force to be reckoned with sure, but she would be so much more so if she could control it. After all, fire could just as easily be used for everyday&nbsp; tasks like cooking and&nbsp; lighting, imagine if she could do what she had done with the rock outside in a large scale, she could create whole structures out of rock. She knew her mother had tried to talk him into letting her stay but she did not expect the woman to have been successful. She would linger outside of the structure, just until her mother was up and walking again. Nothing they could do would stop her, but then she supposed she would have to say goodbye.<br><br>&nbsp;She wasn’t helpless, she could hunt, and had enough basic survival skills that&nbsp; she would be able to care for herself… So long as it didn’t rain that is… she always felt sick in the rain.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing A Line( MissKitty19&amp;Shade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shade</strong> on <strong>02-12-2016, 02:29:48</strong>
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				Jason tried to lean back against the wall and make himself as small as possible so that the two woken could have a moment. When the girl offered to be escorted out, he shook his head. "I'm not going to kick you out. I'm going to talk the council into letting you stay. And you just need to practice and learn control is all." He pushed himself off the wall and signaled for her to follow him. "Come on."<br><br>Once he was sure she was following him, he led her away from the medical area. "Before I take you to the council, we should probably do something about your clothes..." Lack thereof was more accurate, but he was trying to be polite. He was also trying to avoid looking at her. Or at least being too obvious about looking. It was hard for him not to though. "I have some extra clothes. I don't know how well they'll fit, but you'll be covered, at least." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing A Line( MissKitty19&amp;Shade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>15-12-2016, 01:05:21</strong>
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				Clothing. Up until now it had been much of a waste. If she lost her&nbsp; temper, if she was sad, hungry even, it&nbsp; wilted from her in petals of smoke and ash.&nbsp; Even now though, polite society&nbsp; but a myth , it was still a necessity. Though , only that. Her mother had told stories of people adorning themselves for other reasons, vanity and appearance. Less&nbsp; for need.<br><br>She had never really had much need as her flame protected her.<br><br>“ Just make sure they aren’t pieces anyone is particularly attached too? I can’t even guarantee they will make it through the evening.” She smiled&nbsp; aware of how that sounded, even if it wasn’t her intention. Suddenly feeling&nbsp; completely nude.&nbsp; There was something about the way he looked at her, It wasn’t the same Hungry way that she was used too. He did not look as if he would devour her, and yet…&nbsp; There was still something not quite so innocent about his stolen glances.<br><br>As they walked. She felt&nbsp; other eyes on her,&nbsp; two sets of matching pairs and blond hair, the long strait locks of one rustled&nbsp; in a small breeze and the&nbsp; short locks of the other tipped with a darker shade, as&nbsp; if marked by dirt.<br><br>“She’s prettier then I expected.” The girl spoke. A twinge of jealousy. They hadn’t been near long though getting close to Jason, was tough, and that girl was right next to him. It was unfair, she was supposed to belong to her brother anyhow, so why, was she&nbsp; so close to someone else’s man?” Though I didn’t expect her to be such a whore. “ She knew then that she had irritated her brother, for the look on his face clearly showed he was already enamored&nbsp; by the little minx.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing A Line( MissKitty19&amp;Shade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shade</strong> on <strong>23-01-2017, 04:02:44</strong>
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				"Do you really burn through clothes so often?" A lot of clothing was brought back to the village during supply runs, even if there was no guarantee that anyone could fit in them. No one could afford to be picky these days. He should probably go with the older clothes no one had claimed until she could control her powers better. <br><br>Leading her over to a large building, he opened the door for her and led her through the makeshift aisles that had been formed. "This is where we store most of the nonperishables. Clothes, tools, basically anything that isn't food. It's not always well organized though, so people sometimes have trouble finding things, even if we do have it." He led her over to some shelves that had folded clothing. "Pretty much anything we find, we bring back and try to clean up. Some of them might still smell though, just so you know."&nbsp; He have a wave of his hand. "Go ahead and pick out some stuff. Come find me when you're done, and we'll head over to the council." He turned and went to the end of the aisle to give her some privacy so she could change out of the burnt remains of what she was currently wearing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Crossing A Line( MissKitty19&amp;Shade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MissKitty19</strong> on <strong>27-02-2017, 09:39:11</strong>
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				She smiled. Awkward at first, the same could be said for her delivery of her next phrase, meant to be an attempt at a joke.<br><br>"Not nearly as often as you'd like I'm sure."<br><br>Instead though. Dressing in a soft long sleeve gray shirt that was just a bit long in the arms and black shorts that seemed just a size too small, in the way they hugged her bottom. Then&nbsp; finding a vest with several pockets, even if one was torn she felt a bit more comfortable. Though as she changed. The light, as it came from somewhere, cast her shadow back on a far wall as she shimmied out of her clothing and slid into the new ones. Once dressed, alone , her curiosity getting the better of her she&nbsp; slid her hands over the pile, some organized as if they had been trying, but had given up, her hand fell on something else... a dress, or nightgown rather, of a soft blue green translucent material, it had no practical use. Save for being pretty.<br><br>Still she folded it and tucked it away in one of the vest's pockets.<br><br>When she returned, she looked a little less like the wild, half nude creature that barreled into their gate. Hopefully they would see her as something other then that creature.<br><br><br>
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