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[EVAN JAXON LOVATO-CRANE]

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just you and your wicked walk and me

“DIE MOTHERFUCKERS DIE!”

[/color] she hissed between gritted teeth, aiming the plastic gun at a pixelated head. “EAT MY DICK! DIE, DIE, DIE!”[/color] If there were other people around she didn’t care. She was too busy killing zombies to notice. Too busy missing home and taking it out on a video game. She missed her dads. She missed her sister. The dogs and the llama and the chickens and the cats. The mountains and the snow and the bonfires. She missed having no limitations to when she could use her power. Her dads’ had known since she was a kid, but Kahlua still believed in the Tooth Fairy and Xavier was a firm believer that everything happened for a reason and that if she was “special” then God wanted her to be that way. And she believed him entirely. If she wasn’t supposed to be like this then she wouldn’t have been born like this. Simple as that. She missed being told that she was their special little girl. She missed Kahlua sneaking in time to tell her that she was his favorite. She missed being asked by Brandyn if “the cute brown shoes” were in her possession. She missed falling asleep on the couch and waking up with one of Xavier’s hoodies draped over her as a blanket.

Evan Jaxon Lovato-Crane was home sick. She was starting to realize just how restricting this island was. There was nowhere to go. Nothing to do. She couldn’t go off and hike up a mountain whenever she damn well pleased. She couldn’t go to the beach and watch whales. There was no ferry to ride to Vancouver. No exciting shopping trips to the States just because they had nothing better to do that weekend. There was nothing to do here. No one new and exciting. Everything stayed the same. Uniform. Predictable. Nothing ever changed. And that was why she was so hell bent on leaving a trail of tears wherever she went. Stir up shit to keep her entertained. Her attention span was short and every day she grew more and more bored of being here. So she was just going to cause drama to keep herself entertained. Or kill zombies. That seemed to work too. For now, until she played all she could play and needed some other form of entertainment.

Nearly everything that they was wearing belonged to someone in her family. A pair of Xavier’s old jeans she had cut into shorts. One of Kahlua few “good shirts” which now had every button but two replaced. The sleeves were ripped and there were holes everywhere. The shirt she had under it she couldn’t remember who it belonged to. Plain with Sharpie drawings. Kahlua’s fake glasses and Xavier’s and Brandyn’s bracelets. The only things that were actually hers were her under garments, tights and her socks. That was it. Her leather bag sat against the video game and her elbows rested on top of the table that the gun was sat when it wasn’t being used. Vibrant ginger hair was a tangled mess and everything about her body language said “approach with caution”. And then she got a text, nearly punching the “pause” button on the game to reply to it. I’m at the hub killing zombies fgt was her quick reply to a certain blonde Australian, returning to her zombie killing and cursing until Nikki arrived.

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[NIKKI CAMERON CARTER]

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wake up in the morning . . .

nikki always hated getting out of bed in the mornings. he was always so tired, or hung over, or just too dang lazy to get out of the warmth of his bed. he still couldn't believe he went from winter to winter; why couldn't he get any summer? it wasn't his fault that australia was cold in the american's summer months. he was tired of having nothing warm and cuddly to hold, either; maybe he'd see if his little pooch could come with him next time.

unfortunately, he had something to do today. letting out a sigh, nikki managed to get himself out of bed and start getting ready. i'll spare you his morning routine; there are some explicit things in it that no one really needs to hear about. in any case, he managed to get himself dressed in relatively warm clothes. he wore his ugg boots with black tights, some short - shorts, and an off the shoulder, purple shirt. it was simple, but it worked. top it off with his amazing and new black fuzzy jacket, he was set.

nikki shot a text to evan; he was sure she was up to no good. the reply made him laugh to himself. not many people called him that, and it was hilarious that she did it without a care. with a skip in his step, nikki made his way to the arcade, on foot as usual. it had become the norm for him to walk places in the five - inch stilettos. maybe it was just because he was tired of being on the borderline of midget-dom.plus, he could actually see things when he wore the shoes.

when he got to the arcade, it didn't take long to find the girl he was looking for. all he had to do, really, was listen for the swearing. nikki let out a sigh and walked over to evan, leaning against the machine next to her. " you know, you should really learn to watch your mouth in public. the wrong person could hear you, " he warned. he was sure it wasn't the first time, but he smiled and turned to try and watch her game. those zombies were gonna get it if evan were playing, that's for sure.

TAGGED: evan | WORDS: idc. tired. | WILLGETLATER | OOC: blarg.

[EVAN JAXON LOVATO-CRANE]

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just you and your wicked walk and me

Evan found that the best way to deal with any sort of negative emotion was to take it out on Tony, Oriana, or zombies. Right now, unable to find either Tony or Oriana, she was opting for the zombies. She didn’t like dumping her problems on people like Nikki or Genie. She didn’t like telling them about her insecurities and worries. It made her feel weak. It made her feel vulnerable. Neither of those were acceptable by any means. She just wanted to curl up with a bottle of Gaterade mixed with Red Bull and a bag of chips and watch Blazing Saddles. Wearing Xavier’s jacket and Brandyn’s shorts with her grad blanket and in someone’s lap. If she couldn’t do that then she could at least swear up a storm and play this game until she had no more cash left on her.

She didn’t care if anyone heard her swearing. She rarely did. She’d gotten in plenty of trouble for throwing around the wrong words in front of the wrong people before. In Evan’s opinion words only had power if you let them have as such. By societies logic the word “was” could become a taboo if someone thought it was offensive to say. So why did they let other words bug them? Whatever. Free speech (sort of). She could do whatever the fuck she wanted. If someone didn’t like it then they should stop whining to her about her foul language and move out of earshot. However, if the right person asked her to stop she would. If Nikki ever asked her not to call him a “faggot” out of endearment she would do her best to turn off that particular switch in her brain. It wouldn’t be immediate of course, but she would try her best.

The redhead wasn’t really bothering to try and find Nikki, since her yelling would no doubt bring the guy to her faster than any other method. Without fail she heard Nikki behind her, pausing the game long enough to turn and run her gaze over her friend. “Cute jacket,”

[/color] she complimented though her tone was half assed. Compliments from Evan were few and far between, so even if her tone didn’t scream, “that’s adorable” she still meant it. She just wasn’t that kind of person; fawning over clothes. She pointed the plastic gun at Nikki and made the video game bang twice, flashing her friend a wink before returning to shooting zombies. “Like who? Because unless it’s Jesus they can suck a dick,”[/color] was her reply. Her effort in the game dropped and she was soon eaten by zombies, being told to insert more coins into the machine. So she gave up and put her attention back on her little dragon.


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