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Claire
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Claire woke slowly, immediately reaching up a hand to wipe her cheeks; this was a habit she had formed over the years to do the moment she got up every morning. Throughout the night, she'd sleep because of her medication, but she always found herself crying as she slept. Claire didn't remember her dreams, but they must be sad or she was just broken somehow, because every morning without fail she woke up with tear-stains on her cheeks and neck.

I hope I didn't wake Jaden-- she started thinking, and then glanced around, realizing he wasn't in the bed with her anymore. A sharp pain of sadness and inevitability washed over her; You didn't really expect him to stay cuddling with you the entire night? I mean, the guy barely knows you! He felt sorry for you, waited till you fell asleep, and then went off to actually entertain himself. Stupid girl, this isn't a romance novel for God's sake...

Claire hung her head and sighed, stretching her neck to either side, her toes clenching on the sheets of the bed in frustration. "No..." she said aloud, her voice rough and crackly from sleeping through the night. "Jaden doesn't sleep; it's got nothing to do with me..."

Saying and hearing the truth didn't help her, though; it never did. Claire let herself fall on her side, the pillows behind her catching her gently. She curled her legs into her chest, wrapping her arms around them. How is this day supposed to start? she thought miserably, swallowed completely in her own thoughts. She shut her eyes, as if the apprehension of the day was physically painful enough to make her grimace. Do I just go downstairs and act normally, like a proper wife? Make breakfast? Ask about how he feels? Make a comment about last night?

No... she was no good at things like that, no matter how kind Jaden had been. I'll just stay here till he wants to talk to me himself... if he even wants to...

 

It was such blissful, to lie still in a dream land completely of her own, where everything went as she wanted it to. All others would probably view this world, where nothing made much sense, as insane. However Tessa found utter peace here, her normally twisting and turning mind finally calm and still.

However, like every day, it could not last forever. Humans did wake up sooner or later, even when they would much rather stay asleep for all entirety.

"Nn...huh..." oh, right. She fell asleep on the couch, didn't she? She had forgotten that. Still, at least it turned out more comfortable than she first assumed it would.

Letting out a loud yawn now she sits up and stretches her arms out into the air. "Mr. Murder~!" her voice rings out, eyes watery from the yawn. While waiting for a reply or any hint that he is up she gets to her feet and stares towards the window. Good, it was still early. But what to do now... ​

 

Ollie was afraid. He suddenly remembered what he had been told about Jay and her "illness," but it didn't calm his fear one bit. He took a step back, slowly shaking his head. "What..what was..." he muttered. He shook slightly, but suddenly, his lawyer's voice popped in his head.
"You know how Batman and Bruce Wayne are the same person, but two completely different people? She's like that, Ollie. The only problem is she can't always control who she is and when she is. And there might be more than one other person in there."
The small analogy didn't help Ollie at first, though it did appeal to his love for comic books. But now, perhaps because of the dream he just had with Superman, something clicked. Jay had superpowers. She had the ability to turn to other people, other aliases. She was a superhero. Or maybe she was a villain! The person who had spoken through her moments ago sure seemed like one...but maybe that person was like Batman, just rough around the edges? Indeed, how could someone so beautiful and sweet like Jay, so innocent and frail-looking, ever be a villain. No, he was sure. She was a superhero. And he? He was her partner!
"You get more wonderful every minute!" He suddenly and gleefully shouted as he rushed to Jay and, once again, awkwardly embraced her in a tight hug. "My Wonder Woman! No, that's not right, she doesn't have an alter-ego." AS he hugged her, he struggled to think of a female hero with an alias.

 

Jaden

'Can't hold on much longer,
But I will never let go.
I know it's a one-way track,
Tell me now how long this'll last...
I'm not gonna think this way,
Nor will I count on others.
Close my eyes and feel the burn...
Now I see what I've gotta do.
Open your heart and you will see...'
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Jaden was downstairs in the kitchen.
His sleep was the same as ever, lackful, and when he had been... it was just plain weird.
He had looked over at one point to his... uh... 'wife.'
But it was so dark, it had been hard to see, however, he could have sworn she had been crying. He hadn't been too sure on if it was his imagination or not. Sigh... what do I do? ...what am I going to do? Wait, did I just think the word sigh instead of actually sighing? Sheesh... lack of sleep sure messes me up.
He sighed for real this time. Claire... hmm.. I wonder what's ever gonna happen to us. This isn't a cheesy romance novel after all.
He sorted out what he was doing, and proceeded upstairs with a tray. How should I even act... what should I say? but before he had realised it, he had walked through the door and was standing in front of her, in his hands was a tray of breakfast. Toast, eggs, a rather nice spread to be honest.
Oh crap... what do I say? She's gonna think I've overdone it isn't she? She's gonna be so freaked out? ALSO, Knock you idiot! What if she had been changing?!"
"...Uh... hiya."
Hiya? Talk about lame! Say something else...
"I mean, good morning. I uh... got up early so I decided to make this.. Did you sleep well?"

 

Claire
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Claire nearly jumped up off the bed when she heard the door open, but she swallowed a moment later, smoothing her hair self-consciously. She didn't actually expect Jaden to come talk to her, nor did she notice him not knocking. Hell, all I'm worried about is how awful I must look right now after crying through the night. Why is that the case?!

"Hiya," she managed back, sitting up and wiping her cheeks subconsciously again. She stared at Jaden and the tray of food for a moment, not quite understanding what he was--

"Is that..." she began slowly, clearing her throat and blinking, "... for me?"

A million other questions rose in her throat, but she decided to not speak them aloud: did he really take the time to do this for me? How does he expect me to react? Isn't it my job to get him breakfast? Did he already eat so I don't have to feel bad? Better yet... why?

Claire moved over to one side of the bed, smoothing the sheets. She assumed Jaden would want to set down the tray and talk to her, but she tried to not look too desperate; after all, how well did she really know her husband? The actual question being thought in her head made her want to inexplicably cry again.

 

Jay Lavera


Jay let out a shrill gasp as he nearly tackled her. "Wh,what?" she asked while his arms held her tightly. "Ollie, what are you talking about? You like my... my other... eh, 'alter-egos'?" she pushed him off lightly so she could look him in the face. Was he making fun of her? "I don't understand. What did He say?" sudden terror struck her as she realized she had no idea what He had told Ollie to make him so happy. She wasn't aware of his facination with superheros and couldn't see his perspective on the situation.​

 

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Her paranoia was invalid. Mindlessly he carried on with his humming. Riffling through his duffel bag on the floor. Enveloped with an almost magical peace about him. A shirt was selected, then pants. Undergarments and finally a pair of socks. With this done, he smiled and sat cross-legged with his clothes in his lap neatly. Thinking about his predicament. Good thing she wasn't awake or this would be a little odd to explain.

 

"He?" Ollie asked gleefully as he pulled back, though his hands remained on Jay. "So that one was a he? He's definitely the Batman here, then!" He said with a smile as he gave Jay another hug. "He just wanted to know where he was -though he could have asked in a much more polite way, mind you- and asked what you and your brother did this time." Ollie shook his head slowly, still smiling. "He was just lost is all!"

 

It's funny what you miss.
You know you're going to miss your family.
Your home.
But right now, what I really miss
is an alarm clock.​

God, she's loud. Even from downstairs, her voice makes me cringe. Those "experts" gave me the worst partner possible. I instinctively slap my hand onto the bedside table, mindlessly flopping around in search of my alarm clock. Oh, yeah. I need to get a new one now. Maybe I can get her to buy me one. Well, maybe she has one. I'd just have to get past the whole same bed deal.

I slide slowly out of bed. It's cold in here. The radiator must have shut off while I was asleep. Stumbling to the stairs, I realize I fell asleep in my clothes. I would change them,
but I don't give a damn what she thinks. It's really cold. I begin trudging down the stairs, clenching my jacket around my shivering limbs. I hate this place.

The steps wind down near the living room, where my "soulmate" awaits. I slump. The heat remains on on the bottom floor, letting me zip down the front of my parka. Sweet relief. But I still hate this place.

There she is, staring through the window. Gazing out there, maybe looking for freedom as much as me. I doubt it. I take another deep breath and walk slowly, eventually coming up
behind her. I bite my lip. She's in another world. Nobody ever interrupted me when I was like that. But I don't care. She's not me. I tap her lightly and awkwardly on the shoulder. "Hey," I stammer. "What time is it?" Smooth, Joshua. Nothing gets a lady steamy like ignoring basic technology and shaking them out of their daydream. I'm a casanova.

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Noah Irving​

I'm not crazy
I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me​

I had always felt nervous around girls. Was it because I was shy? No. Everybody would always stare at me with those eyes. I could deal with guys who looked at me with contempt and treated me like scum. I never cared about the insults and the bullying because I knew that someday I would prove them wrong. But the girls had a different look in their eyes, that of pity. They looked at me like I was some lost puppy who needed to be held and comforted. And the last thing I wanted was pity. Accepting their pity would mean accepting that I was insane. And I'm not insane!

I wanted to be looked at like I was a normal human being. But unfortunately, my symptoms were anything but normal. Those pains were definitely real and sometimes they would keep me up all night. But without any signs of physical trauma, I was stamped with the label of insanity and shipped away by my own family.

But Kalista was different. Even though we had just met, she didn't give off that air like the others I had met before. She was somebody like me. We could make this work

"Ummmmm," I said as I looked away, trying to hide my blushing face. Being in a bedroom alone with a girl would be awkward to say the least. "Why don't we go out to the balcony. Get some fresh air. Today's been a pretty big day."

 

Jay Lavera

Jay stared at Ollie while he talked. "Batman..." she repeated after him. "Um... I don't know much about comic book people, but isn't Batman a good guy super hero?" she giggled at the comparision. "Ollie, you're ridiculous, but if you don't mind them, then I'm happy." she punctuated the thought by throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. Finally, she let go of her husband and stepped back. "So, this is our first morning together. I'm not really sure what we should do... but I'm hungry. Want breakfast?" Jay wanted to make a good impression after the awkward morning. She remembered, glancing at the furniture he'd fallen off of, that he'd fallen rather louldy ealier. "Oh, and are you okay? I heard you fall all the way from our... eh, the bedroom."​

 

She would have been content for hours, simply standing there and staring at whatever there was to see. For this very reason she's missed many meals in the past, having forgotten all about them in this state. Why, if it were not for family she would be dead already.

Ah, but this state suddenly wears off with the touch of her shoulder. Spinning around she soon is met with the gaze of her new 'husband' and in return she gives a terrified look. A scream was even caught in her throat, though neither would have heard it. Instead only a quick exhale escaped from her parted lips as sweat formed on her cheeks. "Ah-"

Why did he have to scare her like that? It was better than seeing those strange images she saw nearly every night which brought her the most frightening of moods, but still... How rude of him! She didn't even know what to say for the longest moment, simply stuttering nonsense and on the verge of tears.

"I-I-I... Time?" Her tense posture softens and a sleeve is raised to wipe her eyes. "Time... The time is... Six...eight... I don't know..."​

 

Ollie was taken aback. "Oh no! We have to change that! I'll show you my collection then! You can read all about superheroes!" He was ecstatic now and had the biggest grin on his face. Maybe they now had an activity to do as a legitimate couple! "Huh?" He asked when she inquired if he was alright. He looked towards the couch. He did remember falling off, but there something else, something he no longer remembered. "Yeah..." he sighed and thought hard. Someone else was with him...right? But now...who was it? Or was he just imagining things? "I guess I just woke up too fast..."

 

Jay Lavera



Jay looked from him to the couch. He seemed lost in thought for a moment but she brushed it off; maybe he was trying to remember a dream? Ollie seemed quirky to his new wife, but she couldn't figure out what was supposed to be "wrong" with him. She smiled to herself: this whole thing was going so much better than she'd imagined. And he seemed excited to show her the comic things, which meant they'd have something to do together. Her smile sweetened further at the thought of doing something as a... couple.
"Well, next time why don't you just sleep in bed?" she suggested, before she really thought about what she'd said. Blushing brightly she turned away to find the kitchen. "So breakfast right?" she quickly asked before letting him comment on her suggestion. She flashed him a smile, the blush on her cheeks still bright. "Can you cook?"​

 

“I don’t know you and I don’t love you. I loved one person and you’re not him.â€
❤ ​

I woke up on the cold ground. Where the heck was I? Why wasn't I in my room? Where was I doing- I looked around- on a balcony? Then it hit me like a rollicoster. I remembered everything that happened yesterday and last night. How I was now married to Shane and how I was living here with him. I remembered how I almost confessed everything to him and then chickened out and ran away... I remembered most of all how I felt... like I could really trust him...I hadn't felt like that- no not in a long time... Not since Ben had died and everyone blamed me for his death... No not blamed me... It was my fault.... I remembered everyday how it was my fault that Ben was dead... If it wasn't for me he would still be here! I shook my head and got off the ground.

I opened the balocny door and right across from me was him- was Shane. I felt a blush fall over me and I stared at my feet.

 

OOC: Thank you Jayn for this.

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« Solitude...No sweeter words have been spoken. » ​

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"Oh, hey." Shane said as he saw her. He figured that she must've fallen asleep outside otherwise what else would she be doing on the balcony. It was pretty obvious that she wasn't going to say anything since she was staring at her feet. "You want me to make some breakfast, I can't make much, but I can hopefully make something you'll like?"​

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“I don’t know you and I don’t love you. I loved one person and you’re not him.â€
❤ ​

At first I shook my head,but then my stomach growled. A smile lit up my face before I was able to stop it. I was shocked... I hadn't smiled in over a year... Not since Ben had died... Just the thought of Ben made my smile quickly go away. Stupid Stupid Stupid Me... Why couldn't I get Ben out of my God Damned head... Why couldn't his memory just go the fuck Away! I suddenly hated this feeling. I was getting sick of it... I wanted him out of my head!
The sight of Shane looking at me quickly brought me out of my crazy-they just had to be crazy-thoughts. "Yes please," I mumbled.

 

Ollie blushed and turned around at the mention of sleeping in the same bed. Anxious to change the subject, just as she did. He answered, "Um, I can microwave pretty well."

OOC: Going slow until everyone gets back in~

 

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« Solitude...No sweeter words have been spoken. » ​

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"Okay." Shane said before headingoff to the kicthen. He really had nothing to go on about what she like to eat, so he just made something he assumed everyone liked. Pancakes. Hopefully I can still make something this simple. Granted it took longer than he had hoped, but they turned out alright so he brought them to the table and waited. ​

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Jay Lavera


Jay supressed her laughter. "Eh, maybe I'll cook. I know we have supplies from when we moved in... let's see..." She was glad he'd also changed the subject although she was now trying very hard to not meet his eyes and might have started talking just a little too fast. But despite their nervousness she was smiling genuinely while she searched the kitchen for supplies and pots and pans. "How does eggs, toast, and some fruit sound?" she asked over her shoulder, pulling out things to cook with. In all honestly she hadn't been allowed in the kitchen for a long time thanks to her "friends" and their apprent inablitly to use a stove. But she was excited at the idea of cooking for her husband; the idea was too cliche to not try.​

OOC: heads up, I don't know how often i'll be online for the next month. But I'll try to check in every so often.