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[rogue]

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"How much for the teddy bear?" "For the last time kid, this bear isn't on sale" The clerk, standing behind the counter of a gift shop said to a teenager holding a bear. "Why not? Whys it in here if it isn't on sale?" The girl went on as she held the bear tightly to her chest. The one behind the counter, sighed as if it were the 5th time telling her already. "It was on display in the window. For design, not advertisement. You know, for the christmas series of designs" The clerk explaining, having the girl nod away at her statement. "Okay, I understand" She placed the bear on the counter and darted towards the door. "Wait! You could put this back!!!"

Hinkara Miller, continued out of the store without another word to the cashier, and glanced around outside at her surroundings. It was freezing, making her blow carbon dioxide out in front of her and watch it dissipate into the air. Pulling out her cell phone, she looked at the time which read '4:44pm' Two hours until Ray gets here... She thought before heading towards a small coffee joint' located in the outdoor-mall complex. She walked up to the line and folded her arms around her jacket, feeling the cool air blow against her uncovered face. There seemed to be a super long line going on, and the cold was becoming completely unbearable.

Glancing around, she walked out of the line of 8 people, that were in front of her, and started towards a large department store. The sound of I remember in a telephonic tone rang from her hand, and she noticed she had a new text message. It was her brother, reminding her not to talk to any guys or go off to places where there wasn't anyone around to see her. Raymond, her brother, could be a real bitch when he wanted, but he was also a very protective brother.

Then again, what brother wasn't?

It wasn't many steps before Hinkara spotted a pair of stylish shoes near the back of the room and practically jogged to get over to it. She saw more shoes, and clothes she wanted and smiled to herself. "I've found a new favorite store..."
Word Count*** 300+
Notes***
Status*** Dizzy
Muse***

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Tagged*** Anyone!
Lyrics***Silver and Cold ;AFI
Credit*** Created By ME!
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[thebookthief]

watch your step
along the arch of glass

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Flynn was not in any way, shape or form a sociable guy. He had a knack of blending in to the background; of fading into a crowd, even when there was no crowd there. He was anonymous, and he liked it that way. Especially here, in this new town, where nobody knew his name. The thought made him smile. He could tell them anything, and they'd believe him. It wasn't like anyone called him by his real name, anyway - even his family knew better than to call him Kestrel. His mother had thought naming babies after birds was sweet. Flynn didn't agree.

Today there were plenty of people to hide among, despite the cold that nibbled at his ears and fingertips. Plenty of people to see. Flynn had two real hobbies, both of which bordered on obsessions. One was burning things. The other was drawing. He loved shapes and colours and patterns, more than he would admit, more perhaps than his ingrained sarcasm would let him realise; but what he liked the best was people. No two people were ever the same. No two faces, no two smiles, no two ways of standing or walking or gesturing.

A slim, smallish boy of seventeen, perched on a bench with a sketchpad resting on his knees, Flynn was pretty unremarkable-looking. His hair was gold-blonde and untidy, his nose was pink with cold and his shoulders were hunched, tucking his chin into a green woolen scarf that sat around his neck. The only thing anyone would have noticed about him in particular was his eyes - long-lashed almonds of pure, intense blue, the colour of a mermaid's dreams. Nobody noticed, though. Nobody looked.

Shoppers, Flynn mused, always looked miserable. Heads down, rubbing their hands against the January chill, they shuffled along the street without ever meeting each other's gaze. He twiddled his biro, doodling swirls in the corner of the page with barely a glance at what he was drawing. He was looking for something - someone - who caught his eye, and it didn't take long. It rarely did.

His bench was opposite a little gift shop, the sort that sells calendars of guinea pigs and dogs in 'funny' hats. Past a too-cheerful display of maniac, smiling piggy banks he could see a girl stalk up to the till and begin to argue with the assistant. She was clutching a teddy bear to her chest. Flynn's pen traced the assistant's sullen face and crossed arms, the girl's defiant pose, her hands wrapped around the bear. He worked fast, knowing the scene wouldn't stay frozen, but even so he ws still sketching the wisps of hair hanging around the girl's face when she gave up. She dropped the teddy and strode out of the shop.

Staring at his picture, Flynn sighed. There just wasn't enough detail. His sketchbooks were ful of scribbles like that, unfinished, too simple to do anything with. Drawing was the only time Flynn never lied; no matter how much he usually invented, he never made things up when he drew. There was no point, it never looked real. He twisted another lock or two of hair around the girl's sketchy face, then let his pen rest.

What now?

He glanced around for a new subject, but found nothing, and he kept going back to the half-drawn teddybear girl. It wasn't every day you saw a teenager - and not a bad looking teenager either - fighting over a stuffed toy. He couldn't help himself adding bits in, subtly shading, refining the lines. When he saw the girl come out of a coffee bar a few doors along it made him jump - he hadn't expected to see her again among so many people - but it also sparked off an idea; maybe she would like it. He hadn't spoken to anyone around her yet, literally no-one. And hey, if she screamed and ran away, then he'd know not to let people know he was drawing them.

Standing up sent a painful rush of blood to his legs; he hadn't realised how long he'd been sitting there. The bear-girl (he had to stop calling her the bear-girl) headed into a department store and, typically, made a beeline for the shoes. Inwardly, Flynn groaned. But he'd made a decision. All the same, he jumped out of his skin when she spoke, not realising she was talking to herself. I think I've found a new favourite store. She sounded so happy about it he almost smiled, but he was still shaken. I am not shy, he told himself sternly. I refuse to be shy.

Umm...hey, he began. A wonderful start. I...um, well, I was outside, drawing, and I...well, I kinda...thought you'd maybe like - this. He offered the torn-out page. Dammit. It had to be drawing. If I'd been setting fires I wouldn't talk like this!

Too late.

[rogue]

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"Hmm..." Hinkara's eyes locked on a pair of red high top shoes with teal tiger stripes on them. They were so different that she had to look at the shoe size. The size 7 shoe in her hand would be half a size bigger than her actual size, but it didn't really matter because it would be bigger instead of smaller. Grabbing the pair where the ankle ended, she almost jumped at the sound of another voice nearby. Slowly turning to who it was, she offered a friendly smile before greeting him back. "Hello..." She stopped in her words to listen to what the guy was going to say, and then slowly glanced down at the paper being held out to her. Studying the photo, before acting taking it within her fingers, her facial expression brightened before she looked back up at him.

"Is that..." She pointed to herself, before processing it in the first place. Her inner-conscience was punching her because of the stupid question just asked. Why would he show her the photo if it wasn't her? To quickly cover up her stupor, she spoke to him again. "Wow! Thats impressive!" She held the piece of paper back out to him with a smile. "I wasn't there for long, its amazing how quickly you drew it up"

She inhaled, as her thoughts clouded her mind now. She tried to think of another question since, walking off seemed a bit rude and so did telling him she had to go. She looked off to the side for a moment, as if something interesting caught her eye when really she was trying to think of something else to say. "Are you attending a special arts school? You're really good and---" She stopped herself, almost forgetting to even introduce herself. "Uh, my names Hinkara but people call me Rogue. Whats your name?"
Word Count*** 300+
Notes***
Status*** Dizzy
Muse***

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Tagged*** Kestrel
Lyrics***Silver and Cold ;AFI
Credit*** Created By ME!
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[thebookthief]

watch your step
along the arch of glass

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She was smiling. That was good. Okay, she didn't really seem to know what to say, but Flynn could understand that. Neither did he. She took the picture, and her face...well, her expression was hard to put into words. The artist in him noted how her eyes widened, but the insecure teenager part only saw that she liked it, and it made him smile.

Is that... She closed her mouth mid-question, but he answered anyway. "Yup, it's you...at least I hope so. Otherwise I've accosted a complete stranger for no reason." He pushed back the little voices in his head that said he had just accosted a complete stranger for no reason.

The idea of art school made him laugh - almost. He was insanely glad that she stopped herself halfway through complimenting him, beginning to introduce herself in that way people do when they feel they've been doing things backwards. Flynn, to be honest, hadn't even thought of introducing himself. "Good to meet you, Rogue. Technically, my name's Kestrel, but I prefer Flynn... Kestrel's just weird. Hinkara's not so bad, though- why don't you like it?"

What to say? I'm a dropout, I'm a runaway, I'm a loser? "I just moved here - I'm staying with my aunt." Hmm. Some intelligent conversation there. Could he ask questions? Would she write him off as a stalker? He could see her eyes flitting around, she didn't seem sure. The draft from the doors opening and closing was still nipping at him through his clothes.

The question that materialized on his lips was something he hadn't thought over one bit. "Tell you what, would you like to go for coffee somewhere?" He knew immediately that it was a mistake. "Shit. I'm really crap at this. I didn't mean...well, I just... Breathing. That was something to remember. "I'd like to get to know you." Right, he hadn't even known that until he'd said it, and he was digging himself into a deeper and deeper hole here. "Shit. I'm babbling. I just meant, well, I've utterly failed at meeting people here so far, and ... shut up, Flynn." He bit his lip, and his gaze fell to the floor. Stupid. Unbelievably stupid.

"Sorry."

[rogue]

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"Because there isn't much of a real meaning behind it. My parents had traveled to Burma, to the state of Hinkara and thought it was a pretty name" She shrugged her shoulders, "With all due respect, your name sounds like a really good pastry" She told him with the slightest hint of a laugh. "Flynn also reminds me of flan" She started giggling, mainly out of embarrassment because she kept mentioning food. She nodded in understanding, when he told her he was staying with his aunt here. "Oh, I stay with my brother most of the time." She told him, and her head slightly tilted when he asked if she wanted to get a coffee somewhere.

When she was about accept the offer however, he stated that he was really bad at something. She tilted her head into the other direction, when he told her he'd liked to get to know her better and then said he was babbling. Hinkara dug her canines into her lower lip to keep from bursting out and laughing at the scene. "You're bad at meeting people?" She asked him, with a keen smile on her face. "Its okay! I understand" She said while turning and placing the zebra shoes back on it's shelf. She returned with her hands in her denim pockets with the same smile on her face. "You just need to work on your esteem a bit. We can get a coffee, I don't mind, I have free time. While we're there, do you want to work on meeting other people?" She tried to sound cheerful but couldn't help but think about how odd this person was.


Word Count*** 300+
Notes***
Status*** Dizzy
Muse***

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Tagged*** Kestrel
Lyrics***Silver and Cold ;AFI
Credit*** Created By ME!
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