the e x t i n c t i o n of f r e e d o m [kennedy]

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He was so going to pig out today. He didn’t care he should watch his caloric intake because people tended to gain weight in the winter. He blamed that mostly on Thanksgiving and Christmas, and both of htose had passed by now. He hadn’t really pigged out at either of them. So today, that very last day of freedom before school started and homework started buzzing into his business and limiting whatever time he had left, was the day in which he would pig out. Except he got to Burger King and realized that he was very, very bored and not at all interested in eating an actual burger. He frowned up at the menu for a long time, debating whether he ought to give the burgers another try. After all, even if the meat aptty didn’t taste very good, what with his generala version to meat, he could just remember it and eat the rest like a veggie sandwich. Or he could eat a salad. They had salads here, right? But then what was the point of coming here if he was going to eat something healthy…? The whole point of fast food was that it was cheap and really bad for you. Aren smiled at the teenager behind the counter, some kid he didn’t know with flaming red hair and probably the bluest eyes he had ever seen and a really nice smile, and backed away a little to lead against the wall behind him as he thought, not wanting to be in the way of any other potential customers. He reached into his purse and rummaged in it, then texted Kennedy, inviting her to come join him for a celebratory dinner that they had survived one year at the academy, and that they would survive another one. Well, he didn’t put all that into the text, but he figured he could explain in another one or once she got here. Technically, he shouldn’t have assumed that she would just come. In all reality, he was just hoping for that.He was hoping his friend would show up. He didn’t know if she would or not, of course, he couldn’t. He couldn’t read minds. He could barely shock someone. And even if he could read minds, he doutbed he’d be able to find her thoughts from miles away, as he suspected she would be. He played with his skirt for a few minutes, debating what he should do, then headed up to the counter and ordered a soda. At least that had sugar in it. The boy behind the counter grinned at him, accepted the money the fake-blonde pulled from his little purse, and handed him the cup. “You sure you don’t want anything else?” Aren considered the question, debating in his head whether he should order food. If Kennedy agreed to come, it’d probably be nicer if he waited for her so they could eat together. It’d be awkward if she arrived in the middle of his meal and then ended up eating half of hers with him watching because he’d finished ages ago. Or they could head somewhere else. Either way, he should probably wait. He shook his head to the boy, apologizing and telling him that he might get something later, then headed to fill the soda cup with some Sprite. He headed to find a seat that looked relatively clean and plopped down, kicking his feet because he was shoort enough that they barely touched the ground. In fact… he crossed his legs, pulled off the shoes, and wiggled his toes, grinning down at his socks. First, the socks were awesome because they were blakc and yellow, and black and yellow were awesome colors. Secondly, they were awesome because they had individual little pockets for each of his toes, which was always awesome and helped keep his feet warm. Third, and most important of all, they had lightning bolts and pikachu on them. He pulled his skirt up to his knees so he could see the pikachu, making sure that it draped between them so no one would accidentally see something he didn’t want them to. Oh, pokemon. It was one of the best aprts of his childhood, though he’d never had as much access to it as he wished.He traced the pikachu on one of the socks as he placed the shoes and the urse on the bench next to him and reached to grab his soda. Man, he hoped Kennedy would come.

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[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

kennedy lynn beaufort

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-right:15px; padding-left:15px; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px;] We are young, but we have heart. Born in this world as it all falls apart. We are strong, We don't belong. Born in this world as it all *-----------------------------------falls apart KENNEDY HAD woken up early on the last day of her winter vacation. Unfortunately, the young Thunder had no current plans for the last day of her freedom. Then again, that was a lie. She had a date with a good book, but that wasn't something she really kept in her thoughts when people asked her what she was doing for the day. The prospect of staying indoors and reading another day or hopping on her computer and typing up some sort of story. As it were, she was too lazy to call up anybody and make plans. So, it was within three minutes of waking up that the Thunder had rolled over, picked up the book from her bedside table, and lost herself in another world. One might think that, when surrounded by people with "magical powers", it would be boring and completely ridiculous to read stories about it. However, Kennedy found them extremely entertaining. The things that humans perceived to be simply imaginary were interesting. The books of vampires, werewolves, and other such creatures were an amazing art form. Plus, any books about Elemental powers were always interesting. How humans expected them to be able to cause lightning storms, catch the whole world on fire, and float on pockets of air was beyond her. The clock continued to tick as she read, taking breaks for bathroom and food and still in her pajamas, when she received a text-message on her telephone. "Dinner at BK. Join me?" She glanced at the message sender and smirked. Aren. While she didn't really enjoy fast food, it would be good to hang out with one of her girl friends before the school year started back up. She didn't know if the two of them would have any classes together, so it would be nice to arrange times to meet up and whatnot once teaching came back in full swing. She sprung up from her bed, slipping into some black skinny jeans and a flower print tee. She glanced outside her window, assessing the weather, and slipped on an infinity-scarf and pulled on a black hoodie with a plaid inside. Kennedy shoved on a pair of boots and grabbed her purse. Texting a quick "be there in five" as she snagged her parents car keys and skedaddled out to the family car. It was a small, simple car with fairly good gas mileage that could fit in almost any parking space. Burger King was on the other side of the hollow, which was why she didn't hop on her bike. With that, she set off across the city. She pulled into fast food shop about four minutes later, locking up the car with a soft "beep" as she moved inside the burger joint. Kennedy glanced around and spotted Aren sitting a at one of the cleaner looking tables, playing with her socks. Kennedy moved over by the table, glancing under to look at Aren's fascination as she took a seat across from her friend. "Love the footwear," the brunette Thunder said as greeting. "Have you already ate, or...?" she asked, a smile on her face as she addressed her friend. tags , aren | words , 527 | outfit , click!

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He hadn’t been waiting too long between the text (which turned out to be amazingly accurate) and his friend’s arrival. He waved to her through the glass and waited for her to join him at his table, not sure if she wanted to grab food straight away or sit and talk for a minute. At her commentary regarding his socks, he grinned at Kennedy and lifted his feet to wiggle his toes at her. “They’re awesome, right? There’s nothing not perfect about them,” he agreed enthusiastically and lowered his feet again, crossing his legs and feeling like he was about to meditate. Just put your hands on your knees and touch your thumb to your forefinger and go oooooohhmmmmm…. But he had better things to do currently. Like pay attention to the girl sitting in front of him. He shook his head. “I was waiting for you. I only bought a drink because I didn’t want someone to get mad at me for loitering.” He grabbed the soda cup and rattled it, intending to reveal that the contents were mostly ice, but rather, they sloshed together. Her timing was rather fantastic, actually, how speedily she’d arrived to join him. His ice hadn’t melted yet and he still had the majority of his soda. So, he hopped up and offered his elbow. “Let’s get food then,” he offered, still grinning. Food. Food, oh wonderful food~ He remembered the line from Ice Age 2 fairly well. The vulture song had always amused him. He really needed to rewatch that movie. He loved rewatching movies he’d seen before, as long as hey were good movies, of course. Why rewatch a bad movie? He didn’t know why someone would do that, unless they were rewatching it for the sake of someone else or trying to find something enjoyable or critiquing it for another purpose. So maybe there were reasons, but they were rather idiotic if you asked him. He’d rather just watch movies he enjoyed, even if they ended up being movies that weren’t exactly appreciated by the great majority of people. Was Ice Age a beloved movie? Maybe not for his age group, but he figured that little children enjoyed the series. There was nothing wrong with sharing a like with little children. After all, a lot of people liked ice cream, and most little children liked ice cream. The children weren’t enough to make you say you didn’t. The fake-blonde stopped in front of the counter again, sending a smile to the same boy from before, and turned to Kennedy. “My treat. Since I sort of dragged you here.” Well, that was a bit of an exaggeration. He hadn’t done anything of the sort. He’d just requested that she join him. And she had. Willingly. But still. He felt like he’d been interrupting something, even if it was just a lazy day in bed. So he might as well give her that. Though it did strike him that she might not even like burgers. He looked up at her, eyes widening. “Do you even like Burger King?” Why would she come if she didn’t? Unsure, he whispered to her, “We can go somewhere else if you’d prefer…” God, he felt a little bad now, just assuming like that. He didn’t even really like meat himself, and he’d gone to a burger place. He couldn’t really be sure that anyone else would be immensely excited about a meal that would come from such a place. And he really hoped the boy behind the counter hadn’t heard that. He felt rude. Maybe he should have waited outside and texted her. Or just texted her from home. But, of course, the loneliness hadn’t really struck him until he’d arrived and stared at the menu for a little while.

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notes ! it feels weird doing posts like this xD not a bad weird, though ;;

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[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

kennedy lynn beaufort

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-right:15px; padding-left:15px; padding-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 15px;] We are young, but we have heart. Born in this world as it all falls apart. We are strong, We don't belong. Born in this world as it all *-----------------------------------falls apart IT WASN'T just the fact that the socks were Pikachu that made them awesome, but the fact that they were knee-high. Those kind of socks were some of Kennedy's favorite. When she ran, especially for long distances or short sprints, she'd try to wear the long footwear. Not only because of the amazing appearance, but they also helped her calves not ache and try and kill her while she was running. The things that helped her in life was a long list of crazy, bizarre items. "The only thing that could make them better is if they came with a stuffed Pikachu," Kennedy affirmed, giving a slight laugh at her friend as she folded her legs on the chair. Apparently, Aren had taken it upon herself to not make an order until she arrived. Kenny was grateful for this, seeing as she was sort of starving for some food at the moment. She didn't even have to make a comment to this before Aren cheerfully announced that they were going to get something to eat. Not only that, but he offered to pay for her which brought a smile to her lips. "You're treading into dangerous territory offering to pay," she commented, perusing over the menu. Though she was serious, Kennedy would not run up her friend's bill to satisfy her hunger. When Aren asked if she even liked Burger King she laughed. "Not liking a fast food restaurant is like not finding kittens and puppies adorable," she explained, giving a smile before turning back towards the menu. There was so much to offer, she wasn't quite sure what she was going to eat. While a hamburger was classic, she felt like she was in more of a chicken sandwich mood. Maybe chicken nuggets? Was that reasonable for her growling stomach. No. But she could just stand here like some valley girl idiot umming over the choices. "Can I get a Whopper meal and a shake?" she asked politely, giving a smile towards the boy before turning and taking a step back, allowing Aren to move closer to the counter to make an order. Whether the boy thought she was really going to eat that all, he seemed shocked that a girl would actually order something like that, she honestly didn't care. That was what Kennedy did. Surprised people. tags , aren | words , 527 | outfit , click! for simplicity sake, i'm posted aren as "he" so that I don't get pronoun confused.

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The socks didn’t match the skirt or really anything else he was wearing, but that was okay. They were awesome regardless. He grinned up at her as she agreed with him, glad that he wasn’t the only one who apparently thought so. When she commented on the stuffed Pikachu, he bounced his seat and let his legs slide back under the table. “They did, actually. Isn’t that awesome? Stuffed animals are awesome. I really need more.” And he did. He had only a small collection. Before the adoption, he’d gotten one once a year. Since, Avery had been nice enough to buy him the occasional stuffed animal, and he’d even got one or two from his newly adopted “uncle.” He really didn’t know what else to call the guy, and he didn’t seem to mind very much. Either way, stuffed animals were likely to make him really happy if received as presents. Happy was not how he felt when she commented on his offer to pay. His stomach plummeted into the ground and his heart jumped into his skull to cozy up to his brain. Should he not have offered? Was that too much of a “guy” thing to do? Did he seem overbearing? What? He swallowed nervously, ran his tongue over his teeth, and chewed on it again. He didn’t know how to react verbally to what she’d said. He didn’t want it to be obvious how nervous the subject made him, simply because he didn’t really like the first thought that had come to mind. He didn’t know if he should even ask. It seemed awkward to do. But why was it dangerous territory? Why was it bad? Was she only joking? She was smiling, but maybe she was just amused at his mistake to do so in the first place. Some people liked others’ mistakes. Was this such a case? “Wh-why… why is that… dangerous?” he mumbled out, unable to stop himself from stuttering, trying to pass it off as surprise by widening his eyes and blinking at her innocently. Hopefully she wouldn’t realize how nervous he was. He liked Kennedy, but he wasn’t ready to tell her. He wasn’t ready to tell anybody. Even Avery had happened too quickly. That one still made his tummy twist inside him, but at least in such cases his stomach was still where it was supposed to be. As he took a step closer to the counter to see the menu better, it felt like his stomach was still dragging behind him, attached by his small intestine. “Believe it or not, I actually know someone who doesn’t think that,” he pointed out, grinning at her, not taking into account whether this was true or not because he was just joking around with her. It got him thinking in the wrong direction, though. He needed to figure out something to eat—not think about cynical people who didn’t like kittens and puppies. It was ridiculous, if you asked him. No one ever did, though. So, what sounded good. He read across the menu again and again, until the pictures and text began to blur into each other. He licked his lips. His stomach growled quietly. He blushed, placing a hand over it and hoping neither Kennedy nor the server had heard. He listened to Kennedy’s order. A shake sounded fantastic, actually. When it was his turn, he skipped to the counter and pulled out his wallet. “Chocolate shake and chicken nuggets. With Barbeque sauce. For here.” He smiled sweetly at the boy and shelled over the money once he knew the price. Then, he skipped back to Kennedy to wait with her until their food was done. He hopped up onto the counter where the straws, napkins, and lids were, swinging his legs. His butt was probably cleaner than the counter anyway. “So… what were you up to when I texted you?” he asked curiously, smiling at her. He hoped he hadn’t interrupted anything important. Honestly, he thought enough of her sanity to think that she wouldn’t have come if she were doing something important.

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notes ! my muse has been cooperating lately~ me likey~ ;;

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[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

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Take a moment to consider the situation. Kennedy was the type of girl to hold up a certain appearance: the nerd, the loner, ect. She did like Pokemon, though she had never truly gotten into the fan-base for it. She had, at one point, collected the cards but she never learned how to play. Nor had she played the Pokemon games that had started coming out when she was at the age that video games were a normal thing for anybody to play. Kennedy actually didn't get into video games until recently, when she had actually taken the time to make some guy friends who would introduce her to the fantastic realms of Halo and Call of Duty.

Coming back to the subject, a stuff animal of the lightning mouse would probably find its way onto her wishlist for the next opportunity of receiving gifts. She gave Aren props for pulling off the outfit. Most girls wouldn't leave the house unless everything visible matched in at least the slightest way. However, her friend was wearing shades and hues of teal with the bright yellow socks peeking out underneath. Kennedy probably wouldn't make a comment about it, some girls were still self-conscious even if they dressed themselves like that.

"I'll make sure to get you something along those lines for your birthday then," Kennedy said brightly. It was a fantastic gift idea, not too expensive either. Not that she really had to worry about the money she was putting into a gift, but she tried to keep anything she bought for somebody in a range they could have matched. She had observed that many people liked being able to "match" or "beat" a gift from somebody. Anything too expensive and they felt sort of guilty about having it, like they could never repay that person for buying the gift for them.

Now she was in his debt as they went to the counter. Aren was really just a nice girl over all, he really was. He seemed to get a bit nervous though, as she made her comment about it being dangerous to offer to pay for her food. She almost had to hit herself for the comment. Kennedy would sometimes forget that she didn't really socialize a lot with other people. This being said, not many people knew about her huge appetite and just how much she could eat should she really be hungry. Aren must have taken it as something else, and now he was getting worried about it. Damn it.

"You haven't seen me eat, have you?" Kennedy replied nonchalantly, a daring smile on her face. She was like a truck driver but, luckily, she wasn't too hungry right now. Aren commented that he knew people who didn't fall into her broad spectrum of her metaphor. She could understand if you didn't like the animal in general, but it was hard to say no to big puppy dog eyes or the feeble mews of growing kittens. Whoever didn't better have a pretty good reason for disliking the creatures. It was just how life was, wasn't it?

When Aren ordered, they both turned to go and wait for the food. Cheerfully, he hopped onto the counter and swung his legs. She gave a laugh before hopping onto the remaining space, playfully elbowing the blonde beside her. Aren made her laugh, that's what she liked about him/her. He was one of the only girls that Kennedy actually felt comfortable really being herself around. Well, the happier version of herself. But the personality types that she had didn't really matter, so long as she was enjoying herself in the moment, right?

Kenny bit her lip, as if concentrating really hard on what she was doing before she showed up here. "Oh you know. Talking with the Queen of England," she threw out there, her face serious before it cracked and she gave a laugh. "I was reading. You know. Something new for once," Kennedy explained, shaking her head. "What made you decide to come all the way out here then call me? I would have brought you, y'know," the brunette offered, arching a brow at her friend as she asked the question. It was interesting to come all the way out to a location then asking somebody to meet them there.

tags, aren . outfit, click . young, hollywood undead
notes, template change ftw~

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Aren wasn’t nearly as huge on reading as Kennedy. He just didn’t understand what people thought was so amazing about it. Well, not “people,” really, because more people he knew disliked reading than the opposite, and he wondered why just as much. He supposed it was because of the way you had to read for school, that it sort of taught the students to despise the literature that they were forced to dissect with metaphorical chainsaws. He guessed that, if taught to probe it with a creative mind in search of art, people would enjoy reading more. There would always be those who hated it simply because they were bored, because they couldn’t turn the words in a blend of colorful images or a movie in their heads. That thought sort of made him sad—he really wished it weren’t so hard to learn to appreciate something. It really shouldn’t be so hard, right? Appreciation was sort of built into the human psyche. People indulged in it—they sought pleasure because they appreciated its existence. What else could a person do? Refrain, of course, but that rarely made any sense. Unless, he guessed, if you were addicted to drugs or alcohol. In that case, refrained from indulgence in pleasure was probably your best choice. Apparently, withdrawal was hell, but it was sort of person’s fault for taking such a thing in the first place. Pain medication, he felt, had a bit less of blame to be placed, seeing as he usually understood it to be related to injuries, and then the prescription becoming… well, too attractive an option. But he also felt like most of those addictions were related to an emotional weakness on the part of the addicted. They needed something to fill the void, the drugs helped, though temporarily. He didn’t really have a hole to fill anymore, which made him happy that he wasn’t prone to addiction. He didn’t really have an addictive personality anyway. Nearly everything in moderation would be most healthy. When it came to food, eating healthy was sometimes overrated. Semi-vegetarian that he was, he tended to eat healthy, but sometimes he sort of sank into this line of junk food and couldn’t himself from it for a while. The anxiety was more about buying the food than the food itself, which he supposed he deserved for keeping such a secret, but she clarified. The epiphany hit him and almost stopped his heart, the effect was so sudden. He shook his head, blinking innocently at her, and replied, “No, I haven’t.” He supposed she was implying that she ate a lot, which he sort of envied her for. She was one of the prettiest girls he knew, and if she ate as much as he was interpreting of her speech, she had to work out to keep the weight off. Or she just did naturally, in which case he might as well have turned green. “I’m sure it isn’t as dangerous as you think,” he added in assurance, smiling at her sweetly, and with complete honesty. Regardless of jealousy, he didn’t think she would eat more than he could afford, as proved by her order moments later. “You know, I’ve always wanted to meet her,” he added. The system in the United Kingdom fascinated him, the mix between monarchy and parliament and the argument where the power really lay. “Seems like she would be a fascinating individual, what with her power and experience. And that family.” Weren’t royals supposed to have really weird families? He’d love doing a family tree on one of them and listing all their quirks like who had webbed toes and who married a tree stump. It made him sort of wish Kennedy hadn’t been joking after all, but she was and that was obvious, so he kept his mouth shut and his wish suppressed. Instead he asked, “What were you reading?” because he honestly wanted to know. Kennedy tended to read good books, probably because she was such an avid reader. She knew enough about the stories to choose the good ones. He didn’t have that talent. He didn’t mind reading either, though he didn’t do it often, and he preferred books that had been recommended to him by a friend. She would know better than a fancy paid reviewer what books he would enjoy, after all. He enjoyed just hanging out with her, too. She was fine. He wasn’t about to complain about that. It’d be crazy to complain about having fun with a friend. But he knew he ought to honest with friends, too, so he answered her question in an appropriate manner: “I honestly didn’t think to ask anybody to join me until I got here and got lonely,” he admitted, shrugging easily. “Would you drive me home, though? It’s really cold outside.” He laughed in slight embarrassment for that fact that he hadn’t dressed more warmly.

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notes ! one done, and a gajillion to go xD ;;

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[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; background-image: url(http://img22.fansshare.com/photos/willaholland/willa-holland-dress-1725905335.jpg); height: 250px; width: 400px; border-radius: 200px 200px 0px 0px;] we are young but we have heart,

One day, the Thunder's lack of street knowledge would get to her. So far, books had helped her through school and being book-smart would help her until she graduated. In the real world, there weren't always things that had a predictable outcome. In theory, there was a method to get out of every situation. Unfortunately, real life didn't follow theories and beliefs. Depending on who you were dealing with, it didn't matter how much you struggled, they always held tight. Like a python, taking its prey from the true values of their life. Because, after all, nobody ever trained themselves to escape a snake. What were the chances?

Addiction, life... It was all something unpredictable. There were books, lessons, theories, to help you handle anything that life would throw at you. Putting them into practice was the difficult part, something that most people couldn't do. Books hadn't taught her to run from a party scene should she see police sirens in the distance, life had. Mya hadn't had the life experience, the knowledge, to get the heck out of there as soon as the lights flashed in the distance. She had been arrested and Kennedy had gotten home just a few minutes later, curled up in her room under her blankets. She wondered if anybody else she knew had gotten busted that night. Who else hadn't been able to get off the scene because they weren't ready for the bust?

She was right in believing that she hadn't ate with Aren before as he commented that he hadn't. He told assured her that she wasn't as dangerous as she thought. She probably would have made a comment that she wasn't that hungry, but she decided against it. She wasn't really ordering that much and she didn't want Aren to insist that she order enough to fill her. She honestly disliked spending money that wasn't hers, even if people were adamant on treating her to something. Which is why Kennedy was going to buy Aren a stuffed animal probably within the month. As a way to say thank you.

Her friend continued to say that she had always wanted to meet the Queen of England. That she would be an interesting person to meet and her family as well. Who was the Queen of England right now anyways? You would think that somebody of Kennedy's knowledge would know the monarchy of Europe and possibly even all the names of the Presidents of the United States. Truthfully, she was even at a loss right now on who ran Canada! Well, not that it really mattered. The Hallow was so secluded from the real world, everybody thought the city was destroyed, that they didn't really have to follow the rules of normal society. Not that there was anything normal about Maple Hallow.

The subject changed then, from the Queen of England to the book she was currently reading. It took her a moment to remember the title, it was a book she had been putting off reading for a while, before it came back to her mind. "City of Bones." The Mortal Instrument series. She hadn't been too keen on reading it when everybody else was. Kennedy had put it off in her mind as a story that wasn't really worth reading, seeing as most books that got really popular were stupid love stories like Twilight. But City of Bones had to be one of the series she had most wrongly judged. It was fantastic.

It was sort of humorous, though, as Aren admitted he hadn't considered inviting somebody until he got bored. She gave a laugh, nodding as a sign of consent that she would give her friend a ride home. "I wouldn't let you walk! What kind of friend would I be then?" she queried, nudging the Thunder again before calming down her laughter. "I don't want school to start tomorrow," she groaned, the sudden realization that they'd be going back to school soon setting in on her. "Break was way too short this year," she admitted, shaking her head at the prospect that it would be another six months before she got to have another break from school.

tags, aren . outfit, click . young, hollywood undead
notes, best friends for life~

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tag ! jesi && kennedy ;; word count ! 7 2 2 ;; setting ! Burger King ;; outfit ! click~ ;; [cs=2][bg=060606][atrb=border,0,true,b]

Aren had heard of the book she mentioned, though he supposed it wasn’t a huge surprise. He went to the library occasionally, after all, and he was pretty sure that particular book was being made into a movie. He liked movies, and he was probably going to go see the movie before he ever got around to reading the book, unless Kennedy happened to lend it to him and hound him about actually reading it. No, it wasn’t a bad thing to read, he was just usually doing other things, like working on his puzzles or hanging out with his friends or helping his dad make dinner or watching other movies. Like the one this particular book was being turned into, he reminded himself, trying to get back on track at least a little bit. Surprised, he realized he didn’t even know what the book was about. Wow. “Is it any good?” he wondered curiously, watching her face. He trusted her judgment as to whether he would like it more than he did that of some strangers who didn’t know anything about what he liked or didn’t like. Kennedy probably knew better than he did such things. She was the bigger reader. She was the better reader, too. He wondered why she had started reading it, considering that he didn’t think good readers let themselves be swept up by what was popular, and this book certainly was. That was probably why he had even heard of it. “What’s it about?” he questioned further, trying to remember even the slightest tidbits. Besides, this would hopefully make some sort of conversation, and conversation wasn’t quite a bad thing, especially with friends. He loved talking to her. Even if she was being odd. “You’d be an average friend,” he replied honestly, smiling up at her. He was hoping she would catch on to his humor. “But you’re a good one because you’re giving me a ride,” he added teasingly, nudging her lightly with his elbow. The speech of school made his good humor blow away more quickly than a hurricane or a tornado could ever manage. He stuck his tongue out in mild disgust. God. School. He understood that it was important, but it still pretty much majorly sucked. There was no way around it, unless you were the sort of person who liked school, were an academic, etc. Aren, unfortunately for him, wasn’t. “Break is the same length every year,” he point out quietly, blinking at her. It always seemed too short, but that was probably because all breaks did, including weekends. For that reason, he wasn’t looking forward to graduating, but at least he had two years before then. Two full years of high school left. Man. Why did that sound terrible at the same time? At least he didn’t have to live in the dorms for those long years. He could stay at home, with the school nurse, and he could be happy because that school nurse had taken him in in the first place. He was so happy at home. Maybe that was why he didn’t mind breaks quite as much as some people did. Some people weren’t very fond of having to stay home. That’s why some of them got jobs or spent all the time they possibly could with their friends. He wondered what Kennedy’s situation at home was. Maybe it wasn’t really any of his business. He shrugged and hopped up when the man behind the counter waved them over. Their food was laid out neatly on a red plastic tray. He lifted the tray, thanked the man behind the counter, and smiled at Kennedy. “Pick a place for us to sit?” he requested, prepared to carry there meal wherever she intended them to sit, though he supposed they could just go where they’d been before, so he asked, “Or do you want to sit where we were earlier?” His gaze flitted about, wondering if there was a more suitable table for them, maybe one that was cleaner, closer to a window with a good view of some sort, if this place even had such a thing. Burger King wasn’t exactly the best place to go eating, but at least it was cheap, and the food was only horrifying if you thought about what it was made of.

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notes ! one done, and a gajillion to go xD for the second time. Isn’t that wonderful? ;;

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[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

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Kennedy was one to enjoy puzzles and the like as well, something that was obvious with the people that she usually hung around with... If you guessed that being alone was the reason why puzzles, reading, and activities of that variety were apart of her life then you are correct. Kennedy did allow herself to hang out with her friends, however meager those reunions seemed to be, and it was obvious that she enjoyed getting out of the house and actually doing something every once in a while. Though, she would not object should somebody invite her over for a good sort of trivia challenge, or other such form of entertainment.

Her friend asked if the book was any good, which hardly surprised her. While the book was popular, it seemed many people had not actually read it. The craze seemed to be elsewhere, as the movie itself was being made something of interest in the States. "It's fantastic," she explained, closing her eyes and trying to think up a plot line explanation that would not ruin the series for her blonde friend. "It's about angels, demons, Fae, warlocks, werewolves, and vampires," she explained, giving a smile. "All of the main characters have this set of wit about them, they're quotes are absolutely hilarious," Kennedy finished. "You should try reading it if you have time. I bet you'd enjoy it."

As her friend continued, saying that she would be an average friend if she didn't give him a ride before smiling and said that she was good one because she would be giving him a ride, nudging her slightly. She gave a laugh at her friend, giving her a bump back.

Of course, though, Kennedy happened to be one of those people who actually enjoyed going to school. Despite break being the same length every year, it did seem to get shorter and shorter the longer she was in school. They still had a long road ahead of them, especially since she imagined the both of them would be attending college here as well. Though it would probably be more profitable to her education to go elsewhere, they had enough money in the family that she could go to the States or even Europe to study and increase her knowledge after she got the most information that she could about her powers and how to control them. She definitely wasn't too fantastic at doing this now.

Their food arrived then and Aren went over and grabbed the food, asking her to choose a place to sit. She lightly padded over, grabbing some of the fries from the containing, putting one in her mouth like one might hold a cigarette in their mouth before eating it. "How about the corner booth. I like being able to see the cars pass. There's always some interesting people," Kennedy explained, eating another french fry as she led the way towards the booth and scooting into it. "Did you know that McDonald's french fries have the same ingredients as plastic?" she queried, her fountain of useless knowledge never to be underestimated.

tags, aren . outfit, click . young, hollywood undead
notes, best friends for life~

[AREN NOVA KAEL]

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tag ! jesi && kennedy ;; word count ! 5 4 9 ;; setting ! Burger King ;; outfit ! click~ ;; [cs=2][bg=060606][atrb=border,0,true,b]

A classic is a book everyone praises and no one reads, according to Mark Twain, at least. Aren had always wondered about that particular definition. Sure, there were books he was pretty sure it applied to, like the Bible. He didn’t think he actually knew anyone who had read the book cover to cover, but everyone argued about it and its contents. But there were other books people called classics, like Twain’s own The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, that people did indeed read. Sure, most people he knew read those classics only because it was required of them in school, but it was still relevant. Or maybe Twain had simply meant that, to praise a classic, one shouldn’t read it, because classics were inherently bad. Would that make Twilight a classic? He hadn’t read the series, but he’d heard more criticism of it than any other book except maybe Save the Pearls. As a stark contrast, Kennedy’s description of the book was brief, and not particularly descriptive of its plot or characters, but he was curious about it nonetheless. Fantasy wasn’t a bad genre, though it sort of seemed to be taking over currently. It was great for the authors, but what happened when people didn’t want to read it anymore? Those who were following the trends in their writing would be rather disappointed. “I think I will,” he agreed nonetheless, smiling at her. “Who wrote it?” He could text himself the author so he could find the book alter, the enxt time he was in the library or some such. He followed her to the booth she identified, set the tray on the table, and sat down opposite her. He agreed with her on the people-watching. When a person didn’t realize that he or she was being watched, they tended to do things they would never do otherwise. While cars were hardly the most private places, what with all the windows, people seemed to forget that others could just as easily watch them, especially from a stationary position such as the restaurant they were in currently. They didn’t have to worry about driving, not crashing, or running over a pedestrian. They could just sit, and eat, and watch people dig in their noses or sing songs they couldn’t hear. It was actually rather nice, the relaxed tone to the scene he was building in his head. The French fry comment managed to ruin it. He grimaced. “God, I’m glad I don’t have French fries. Don’t know if I’ll ever be able to eat them as long as I remember that,” he pointed out. Well, maybe homemade French fries, but certainly not ones at any ole restaurant like McDonald’s. Yay for chicken nuggets. He slurped at his milkshake, staring out the window for a moment. “Where do you find out stuff like that?” he wondered, glancing back at her. Surely it wasn’t just the Internet. You couldn’t believe everything you read on the Internet. Maybe she knew someone who packaged or produced the French fries. Maybe her great-great-great-grandfather William had come up with the recipe for them. Yeah, well, he could only hope. At least, if she said it was indeed from the Internet, he could rest in piece and eat French fries after all.

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notes ! yay for books and people-watching and plastic French fries : ;;

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[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

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For Kennedy, a classic wasn't considered a book that nobody read. Mark Twain needed to get off his high horse, being the author of several popular books that were considered classics, and actually look at the populous. Then again, most of the students were forced to read the stories as a result some English class, where nobody actually wanted to read the stories. Kenny had read a few, though, and was surprised over how good the stories actually were. 1984 was a fantastic novel, as was the Great Gatsby. Lord of the Rings is considered a classic, in fact it is on the Top 100 Classics list. Less people tended to read classic because society associates old books with history, a rather dull and drab subject that almost nobody cares for.

Kenny would have been glad that she was able to at least interest Aren with her brief description. Though she didn't speak of the main character, or what the main species was, she felt that she had portrayed the story in a way that would leave you curious about it. The author had worked with Holly Black, another fantastic fiction writer, in a writing circle and Kennedy loved the way they twisted the land of fairytales into something that she would have created herself. Something deep, dark, and mysterious and not all happy rainbows and butterflies as most people associated with Fae folk.

"Cassadra Clare," she answered, the authors name rather fun to say in her mind. Kenny found it peculiar that the main character was named Clary and the authors last name was Clare. She didn't know if she was the only person to actually notice this coincidence, but it definitely made her laugh a bit at times. She was pretty sure the publisher had the name Simon in it as well, which was another name of the character in the book. Whatever the matter, she was always intrigued when she noticed things like that.

Aren followed her as they sat down in the corner booth. As it was nearing a busy time in the point of business hours, it would be interesting to see those going to the next shift interacting with those tired and hungry from working the shift beforehand. Plus, Kenny agreed with her blonde friend. It was always hilarious when people didn't think they could be seen and started head-banging to their favorite song or mutely singing.

However, she had not meant to ruin her friend's opinion on French fries with her comment. He continued to ask her where she found out stuff like that. She figured that consisted of random, useless knowledge that nobody really needed to know. In the case of her French fry knowledge, she couldn't remember where she had heard it first. So instead, she played it off. "If we want to get technical, everything is made up of some of the materials from plastic," Kennedy explained, trying to connect the words she had heard a while back. "Seeing as plastic is technically organic," the brunette stated, giving a smirk.

"I learn most of my facts from reading or just listening to conversations," she explained, trying to make it seem that, while her sources were reliable, there was room for error. "You mean it's not normal to have a plethora of random information stored in my head for almost any situation?" she asked, a wicked smirk like she was plotting something before taking a bite of her sandwhich. It wasn't the most healthy thing she could have ordered but Hell, she was light enough. She could afford to gain a few pounds and enjoy herself. "So everything's been good then?" she asked, inclining her head towards her friend as if to motion--if it weren't obvious--that she was talking to him.

tags, aren . outfit, click . young, hollywood undead
notes, sorry for the delay~

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The author’s name didn’t sound familiar at all. It sounded alien and like a pseudonym, like Kate Katherine (a fictional character from a book he’d read recently). It sounded like the sort of name that only arrived on a birth certificate if parents meant to be cruel to their children, or had recently hit their heads. He was equally critical of his own middle name. Nova. Why had his mother named him that? It made no sense at all. It wasn’t a sensible name. It was the second half of a stellar phenomenon. He wasn’t a star—maybe he should go as one for Halloween some year. Maybe he was childish because he still like dressing up for Halloween. But what was wrong with that? If people were handing out candy for free without being suspicious, he was going to enjoy it. Besides, it only came once a year, and he could afford an extra dash of immaturity that one day a year. He wouldn’t vouch for his maturity or lack thereof otherwise, but no one could disagree with at least one night. Candy was candy. He liked candy. He brushed his teeth well enough to eat it without feeling guilty or getting awful cavities. Besides, his dad was a nurse, or doctor, or whatever, so he could potentially keep an eye on his sugar-intake anyway. He was just talking himself into this. Was that crazy? Maybe. He was just so uncertain of life it was sometimes wonderful. He made a mental not of the author’s name nonetheless, but was still disgusted at the plastic regarding the french fries and hoped that would be forgotten very quickly. It was weird how the odd facts in life were those most likely to stick around, pleasant or not. And of those, the unpleasant things tended to act much more like super glue than anything else. The things that broke your heart, that made you want to jump off a cliff or throttle someone—those things were the ones you remembered, even if the severity of response faded eventually. At least he knew a little something about the topic. “Yeah, isn’t rubber technically from trees? How does that work?” He asked, half-expecting her to know the answer. Kennedy seemed like one of those people who knew basically anything interesting. At least he knew who to call if he ever had trouble with his homework. Homework sucked. He wasn’t nearly as much a fan of school as some students seemed to be. He liked puzzles better, and taking walks late at night—so late that his dad had been initially uneasy about it when he’d found out, had even encouraged the possession of pepper spray. Aren figured that Avery was still nervous about it, but he’d not said anything in a while. As long as nothing happened (and nothing ever happened in Maple Hollow), the thunder figured he was fine. If it weren’t for the fact that he used the time to be alone and peaceful, he might have asked someone like Kennedy to come along. But being alone didn’t work so well when someone was with you. You could still feel lonely, of course. He was all too used to that feeling with his uncle’s family. “No, it’s not normal,” he disagreed, but he was grinning, trying to reassure her it was one of the many wonderful non-normal things. He liked that she wasn’t like everybody else. That was why he was her friend. “But I think listening is the best way to learn. That’s how you know you’re not biased into one point of view, you know?” She probably did. He wouldn’t be surprised if she could recite a psychology textbook of some sort. That did make him wonder, however, and, nosy kid he was, he blurted, “Do you ever reread books you really enjoy?” Some people couldn’t stand it, knowing exactly what would happen next, but he also felt that you couldn’t possible notice all the interesting little quirks and details the first time through anything—be it a movie or a book or even a poem. He shrugged. “Everything’s fine, I guess. Dad and I are still getting used to each other, for the most part. How’ve things been with you?” As much as he could avoid talking about his living situation prior to Avery’s apartment, he planned to. He wasn’t happy then, but he was happy now, so why look back?

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notes ! and posts are getting done thank heaven I’m writing again I missed it so much and no I don’t plan to punctuate this sentence very well at all because I don’t have to ;;

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[KENNEDY LYNN BEAUFORT]

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Cassandra wasn't extremely popular as an author. Kennedy figured it was probably because she had started publishing around the same time as the Harry Potter and Twilight crazes. There was still a definite fan-base for the novels, but they weren't as defined as the aforementioned series. Not to mention with the Hunger Games taking over the scene, mythical context was starting to die out in the teenage world. Now, it was all about dystopian societies. Of course, the young Beaufort didn’t mind. That was just how the world worked. Fads and trends, all moving with the invisible current that controlled the teenage mind.

Kennedy would not have found it childish if Aren had told her that he dressed up for Halloween. While the brunette had outgrown the habit, her meager interest in the party scene meant she might go to a Halloween Party if she was invited. As for costumes... Well, the Beaufort had always been disappointed with how hard it was to find ones that didn't make her feel like a prostitute. There were no "normal" outfits that a teenage girl could wear. If she did dress up, it would probably be to look like some celebrity from a TV show or a character from a popular book. Somebody who dressed like a normal human being. Even though she was far from normal.

Who else knew as many random facts as she did?

So when Aren asked her if rubber was from trees, she smirked. "Technically, they can extract all that latex stuff from the trees and make it," Kennedy explained. "That’s how they used to make it. Now, they use petroleum and make it synthetically."

Because this, of course, was a reasonable thing for most people to know.

Kennedy credited her ability to do homework towards her tendency to remember and memorize things. She did not used to have this ability, but it had slowly grew on her. Plus, what else could you do when you just curled up in your room and read? Retaining information was a lot easier when you didn't have the world bombarding you with stories and gossip. None of that seemed too important in the long run, of course. She didn't care who was dating whom, who got kicked out of their house. That information was for the original person to keep, not for everybody to know.

She returned the grin as Aren countered her attempt at being normal, pointing out that listening was one of the best ways to learn. "Of course, you can get very biased if you only listen to one side," she argued, but Kennedy remained smiling. "That's why you have to stay in the shadows and eavesdrop," Kennedy joked, watching her friend to see how she would react to that piece of information. As for re-reading books...

"Depends on the plotline. With books that have complex plotlines and lots of 'remember-this', I like to reread to try and get the best understanding," Kennedy explained, trying to put it into words that seemed normal. Why would you reread a book with such a straight-forward story and bland characters? It didn't matter how much she might have enjoyed it, she wouldn't take to reading it again.

Aren responded that everything was good, explaining his family life before asking how things were for her. "They've been good. I've just been relaxing." It was nice, to relax. She didn't get the opportunity a lot during the school year, so breaks were always nice for her. "I'm glad everything is working out. You deserve to be happy," she continued, giving a smirk towards her friend. And he did. He didn't deserve a lot of the crap that he had been possibly getting in his life before Maple Hollow. She was glad that he was happy.

tags, aren . outfit, click . young, hollywood undead
notes, and laaaaaate again. sorry!