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Who: Manny and Kim
When: After classes
Where: House of Fire common room

Kim let out a huge sigh of relief as she walked out of her last class of the day. She just could not stand being cooped up in a stuffy classroom for another second. That had partially to do with the fact that she was still kind of on edge from the panic attack she had the night before. Luckily, she had the room to herself. Kim didn’t think it was a pretty sight at all and was glad that Natalia hadn’t been there to witness it.

It had come about with little warning like they usually do. One minute she was lying in bed, completely fine and the next her heart was racing, her hands were shaking, she broke out into a cold sweat and felt like she couldn’t breathe. Kim knew what was happening, she had dealt with it before, but it didn’t make it any less scary. She made her way to her window, carefully opened it and hung her head out as she closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing. The attack eventually passed and she made it back to her bed, but she just couldn’t sleep.

She made her way back to her room and sighed as she closed the door behind her. In the almost two months that she’d been at Halcyon, she hadn’t had a single attack. She thought she was finally rid of them. So what the hell brought on the one she had last night? She knew what brought them on before: her parents. But she was long gone from them and figured they would stop now.

Guess not.

Kim threw her bookbag down on her bed and looked around the room. There was no way she was gonna stay in there right now, not after the restless night she had spent there the night before. She picked up the latest issue of Cosmo from her desk, threw on her favorite zip-up hoodie, and made her way down to the common room. It was completely empty.. well, except for the one guy that had just walked through and was now out of the room.. ok, so now it was empty. She plopped herself onto the couch in front of a huge window and began reading her magazine. As interesting as Cosmo was, she found herself getting incredibly tired and eventually fell asleep with the magazine half covering her face and her right arm hanging off the side of the couch.

Who: Jax and Manny
When: Monday at 8something sharp
Where: Jax's pad
What: CANDYLAND BITCHES


So yeah... alcohol was a good thing. Especially in large quantities. Well not large enough to get her faded, at least not anymore. Way to go supernatural metabolism. Way to make a girl broke trying to get good and plastered. She hadn't actually been trying to get plastered when she went out with her sister beforehand.

Jax had been looking for a little liquid courage though. OH FUCK THAT NOISE. That even sounded ridiculous. And it was all Sam's fault for making the whole thing sound like something more than it was. She was the one that had to go and be all 'ooooh you nervous?" blah blah blah That was the very last thing that Jax actually needed to hear. She was all sorts of down with hanging out with Manny but when bullshit labels got put on it... yeah she wasn't SO down with that. Made her feel awkward and that was lame.

Actually made her think of that prick in seventh grade that had said she'd smother a dude if they got it on. Though by the way he described it in his infinite middle school knowledge... Kate Moss would eat a man alive. That kid had spent way too much time sneaking peeks at his older brother's hardcore porn collection. But shit like that did stick a little. Though she didn't think about it often because she was who she was and fuck the rest of it. Her trunk had extra storage and she was okay with that fact.

Skinny bitches who had a problem with that could blow her, though not literally because contrary to somewhat popular belief she wasn't lesbian. Women were way too annoying for that.

Anyway, Jax had spent the requisite two hours with her sister. Owed her that probably for all the shit she'd gotten for her birthday. Even put up with whatever kind of conversation Sam had wanted to make. See, she could be a grateful bitch. Every once in a while. She had insisted that she was back for the 8something sharp delivery of pizza that she was expecting.

Hoodie had been tossed for the t-shirt underneath. Hey it was for a good cause, breast cancer was serious business, especially when you had a lot of boobage. Or maybe she just thought it was amusing to wear. Her room was in the same state of disarray that it always was. Nothing too nasty. Though that cup of noodle really needed to be tossed. Her bad. She'd tossed a shoe at the stereo when she first entered, worked like a charm and SOAD was now blaring through the room.

Who: Jax and (Manny if you want)
Where: House of Fire
When: Sunday, after dinner


Oh she was pissed. Not in the good British way, that would come later no doubt. She was just angry. Well Jax was actually a whole lot of other things than pissed, but anger was really the only thing she knew how to deal with so that was exactly what she was. Angry, seething, irate, miffed, generally pissed the fuck off.

Jax had stalked the streets of the city for a good half an hour before she'd even thought about making the trek back up the hill to the school. The more steps she took the more it all seemed to grow instead of settle like a good walk tended to make things do. No, it felt like it was growing, sprouting claws and doing its best to tear it's way out of her. Fuck it. She turned tail and hailed a cab and let it drag her sorry ass up the hill.

The cabbies shitty music apparently wasn't enough to drown out the anger and frustration that was coursing through her system. Damn stupid dinner with her sister. Of course nothing good could come of it. They didn't get along and probably never would if that conversation was any indication. Jax just... she just couldn't understand any of it. Maybe she didn't want to and that was her fault but...

Why did she always end up the bad guy?

Yeah she was coarse, yeah she wasn't trusting of anything her sister said but since when had anyone in her family given her reason to trust that they meant something other than another means at ripping her apart somehow. Jax most certainly wasn't getting burned again. She'd learned those lessons a hell of a long time ago and for everything she was, she wasn't stupid. The cab door was slammed and left a pissed off cabbie glaring at her. Fuck it all to hell. She didn't need this shit. Nope. Her poor unloved sister could go fuck herself and have the school to herself because Jax didn't need this. She'd been planning for years, since she hit her 13th birthday to move away as soon as she could. She'd planned to do that after she graduated and spent the summer working her ass off. Well those plans had been all sorts of fucked to hell.

She'd thought they were going to be better... and shit they were just... she couldn't not let her sister get to her. Everytime she looked at her she could always hear all the criticisms. Why can't you be more like your sister? Fuck that noise. She wasn't her and she wasn't ever going to be. But all her life that hadn't been enough. Until stepped the hell away from it all and made what she could of who she was. Maybe that wasn't good enough for everyone but it had been good enough for her... most of the time at least.

Jax threw open the door to the school and used a stiff hand to keep the door from banging back into her. The distant sound of shooting got louder and louder as she walked. Oh yeah, gaming. Ordinarily she would have been in there kicking some Halo ass, a game she was actually pretty good at. But not today. She halfway thought about stopping in and doing her best to forget about it all but Jax knew she was in far too foul a mood to spend time with anyone. Let alone...

She wasn't even going to think about him because that was a whole other mess she didn't know what to think about, or more appropriately didn't know how to feel about. She knew how she wanted to feel about it, but she avoided most of those feelings, and life worked well that way. But apparently the life that she'd managed to work out before sure as fuck didn't apply here.

Why the fuck was everything turned up-the-fuck-side down here. Christ almighty. Maybe if she downed that bottle of 151 in her room, she could flip the world back. Sounded like a plan, as good as the cigarette she lit up on the way there.