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            lyss considered the question, running her tongue against the inside of her lip. her eyes dipped from megan's face to focus on starburst, fur dampening slightly in the late night (or was it early morning, now?) cold. slowly, she stretched out her legs, inviting the bunny to hop up, over her bony knees. "some family sh/t. seemed pretty pointless to me," she said finally, the most truthful thing she'd said on the subject so far. "but i didn't mind so much. its a fresh start, and all that." her gaze tilted up, considering, but megan didn't seem suspicious. why would she be? there was no reason for lyss to lie, ever, and yet she did anyway. what megan didn't know wouldn't hurt her, though, and she seemed... understanding enough, at least, to not completely ditch lyss over tiny untruths like chicago. still, she decided, better shift the conversation away. "how long have you lived here?" she asked, one hand still hovering over starburst's soft splotchy head as she indicated the garden with the other--the two or three stars above them, the shorn grass, the house with its big glass porch doors. shifting closer, under the pretence of keeping the rabbit close to its owner: "i feel like i don't know anything about you."

@kandistars- 
            "riiiiight," megan said slowly. her voice was soft and strangely heavy, like she was parsing the words from her conciousness with effort. "'cause they need so much space, i bet," she admitted, drawing a few fingers over thr bunny's head, shiny black and red nails among his dark fur. crouched there in the grass behind her own home, megan looked smaller than she had before, a little weaker and quieter. "why'd you leave, anyway?" she asked, no intention of testing the girl, with no hesitation or second thought. she was not a trusting person by nature, but she was practical and saw no reason any given person should lie to her for no reason, let alone of so base a subject. she collapsed into a sitting position into the grass, her shorts and the hem of her sweatshirt damp with cold and dew. "i'd be pretty pissed if i had to leave somewhere i lived for a long time," she reflected, but absently, as though it were only a hypothetical question and not something real. her mind often failed to recognize--or make her respond to--real situations. even when lyss said, x, y, z, to her about her past, the subject seemed to megan abstract. though the girl next to her seemed all too real. dissonance didn't bother her. starburst sniffed and pawed at lyss's jeans, almost eager at her gentle touch

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            lyss kept close to megan on the way down, following with her own fingertips the path of the other's over the railing. at the bottom where the grass met the decking, she knelt as megan did by the wire hutch; the jeans at her knees soaked up the dew as she offered a hand for starburst to sniff. "he's sweet," she cooed, as the bunny inspected her legs, twitching uncertainly. "they didn't let us have pets. even bunnies. back in chicago, i mean," she intoned, as the rabbit sat docile, allowing lyss to stroke between his ears. "'cause we were in a little apartment." she didn't know exactly why she was saying all this, really: not half as interesting as the guitars, the music scene, the city life she'd mentioned before, aimed carefully to impress. maybe she'd been thrown off a little, but the mood had swung again, softening back to something more comfortable as before with starburst sat between them, now making his way up felicity's legs with careful steps. still, now, it seemed she was lying for the sake of lying, the words tipping out of her like vomit for no other reason than to keep talking--keep megan /wanting/ to talk to her.

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            Maybe Celia was way too cynical, but it wasn't as though she had no reason to be. She didn't really want to hurt the other's feelings, but whatever got them out of there faster; although she didn't want to go so far as to hurt Raven badly, irreperably (as if she had such power). "Smells like a graveyard," she grumbled--smells like an open casket funeral. The life indicated by broken bottles, the sparkly glassy eyes of a decrepit teddy bear, surprised her, a heady contrast to the death she assumed would be stalking them. It lifted her slightly, to see something so recent, indications that things did actually go well, people did have fun. She could, maybe, enjoy herself a bit--although the setting still didn't lend itself to her nerves. Celia shuffled forward towards the bear, poking spilled stuffing back between the seams where its sides had split open, tugged and torn by a rusted nail. "Maybe its haunted," she attempted, but the creature's eyes still seemed empty and she moved on, crunching over glass like tiny ribcages. "What sorta surprise?" Hopefully not an actual ghost, just a room where a girl had died and passed her spirit to a doll, where someone had gone mad and destroyed the house and everything in it. Tame stuff; nothing tangible, and Celia likely wouldn't be affected.

@kandistars- 
            "Yeah, uh, I know." But what did she expect? Something /not/ rat-infested? Raven started to get worried: if Celia was this pissed now, what about if she didn't like it? Maybe this was stupid. Embarrassment made her heart sink in her chest, smothered by flowers of indecision and anxiety. Maybe they shouldn't be here.  "N...No...that's the point," Raven said slowly, following the mouldy remains of a collapses wooden fence around the house. "Uhm, 's a s-s-surprise." There was spray paint, large Xs and doodled faces, some of them good, so that they leered out at them, still with less character than the house itself. When Raven kicked the door in she was hit with a musty, cold smell, like fresh mud, like a grave, clear rainwater and stone. She looked around at the decrepit shelves of odd toys and tools and garbage left by kids like them. Cigarette butts and smashed glass. "L-Lookit that," she said, pointing to a matted teddy bear left by anyone's guess, big round plastic eyes, stitching undone. "He's...cool."

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            Fun? This wasn’t Celia’s idea of /fun/, but then, what was? Hanging around abandoned parking lots, smoking, standing in the CD shop talking to random girls. At least this was getting her out of her usual haunts; not that it was any better. “It looks disgusting,” she said bluntly, kicking the car door closed but following Raven willingly enough across the undergrowth. The wind squealed through broken branches, spiking her blonde hair in stiff hair-sprayed patterns and blowing Raven’s up around her neck. At least it was her, nobody else—maybe she would take it better, if anything should happen—but even then Celia yanked her eyepatch further down her face.
            “Is there even something in here? Like, do you /know/ what the f^ck’s actually in there?” she grumbled, still following devoutly to the back door, swinging depressingly on its hinges. It looked sad, abandoned, even for her.

ridge closed her eyes when the door slammed , beginning to tremble and hug herself tightly , thinking the other was angry with her . " 'm sorry - im sorry ! - " she gasped when the other tugged her hood off . one eye was starting to swell shut , along with that half of her face being black and blue . her lip was busted , and her nose looked like it might be broke . " - don' h . . hurt , 'm sorry - im sorry i - i said - i - i shouldnt be h . . here - let me o - out . . . ! "

@-damaaged- 
            "No, s-s-stop, I..." Listening to them apologize was starting to make her sick. She slammed her door closed and turned the car on for the heat, but then flicked on the light. "I'd be mad too. I'd be tired 'a m-m-m-me too." Without thinking she gently pulled back their hood a bit to look into their bruised face. "Good you're not b-b-bleeding." She glanced back at her bag, then decided against taking out what she'd bought. She didn't want to get them high, just handle what must've hurt like hell. "How b-b-bad does 't f-feel?"

the teen sniffled , flinching a bit when the other approached , but allowed herself to be dragged off . " i . . 'm s - sorry - i . . didn' m - mean t' y . . yell - i didn' mean - " she mumbled , sniffling and rubbing her eyes more . " 't was . . wasn' your , uhm , fault . . i - i was jus' u - upset . . "

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" i - i cant . . 'll wait , uhm . . o - out here - " she mumbled , staying back . 

@-damaaged- 
            "O.K.." Good enough for her, f/ck it. Though she might've preferred they didn't, because she didn't know them or their inclinations, and to keep them safe, she asked: "Ya c-c-comin'?" as she took a few steps toward the door, fingers barely brushing the frame

" dunno , jus' . . w - weird . . . "