{{ The Way We Fall }}, For Cat/Effy!

[ralys !]

The blood that had seeped across the carpet was inching closer to Jack, who stood still. He grabbed his clothing from where it lay on the ground, and started to pull it on. His hair was still wet from the water, but Jack just shook his head, trying to get rid of any access. The blood was almost at Jack’s feet now, which he had just slipped into a pair of checkered Converse. Jack looked down at the body, or what was left of it, at least. It was such a shame, she was nice to him, the poor girl. But she had an ability which he needed, and sometimes he had to make sacrifices. Her power would be terribly useful, and would make his life a lot easier. Flight did that. At least Jack hoped it would.

The body was destroyed, and the entrails littered the floor. It was a gruesome sight, but Jack was used to it. He turned the lights out and exited the apartment. He shut the door, but stalled. He turned around, and opened it slightly. It would cause a little chaos once someone discovered her body. Jack ran down the building’s staircase, until he got to the first floor. As if on cue, a screech was heard, and Jack chuckled to himself. Obviously someone had found the body. It was time to disappear, something Jack was very good at. But he decided to do on last thing. He closed his eyes and teleported back into the room. The person had fled, obviously looking for police. Jack stepped over to the body and dipped his finger in the blood. He pulled a piece of paper from his back pocket, and with his bloody finger he wrote, Thanks. –Ralys. He dropped the paper on the body, and blood started to stain the page even more.

Once again, it was time to go. Jack glanced around him before concentrating very hard on New York. He’d teleport there, and once again, he’d be gone. No one would ever know.

SIX HOURS LATER

Jonathan pulled his cell phone from his pocket. It was just after noon, and Jonathan knew that the streets would be bustling. Parks, though, would be empty, and a perfect place to test out the new ability. He walked into a back lane. It was very light outside, yet the ally was dark. The buildings were high, so light didn’t easily come in. Jonathan focused on a park that he had been at a long time ago. The image was still fresh in his memory, though. Soon enough, he felt the familiar pull, and he found himself in the park. There was no one around, or it looked like it at least. Jonathan decided to start small.

The park had a play structure in the middle of it, and that is where Jonathan went. He stood on it, and focused on flying. He didn’t entirely know how to, but he tried as hard as he could. He closed his eyes and jumped – and fell. It was his first time, and so he was not frustrated. Yet. He jumped back onto the structure, and this time thought about him lifting up into the air, and hovering above the structure. He leapt off the structure, and still didn’t fly. He went back onto the structure, and decided to try one more time. He tried again, and still didn’t fly. He was beginning to get angry, and he sat down on the play structure, waiting for some inspiration into how he was supposed to fly.



For; Cat/Effy and whoever ☺
Status; Complete
Words; Exactly 600
Songs; Actually it was the episode I Am Sylar playing on my computer.
Extras; Yay!

[effy annaliese taylor !]

Effy sighed surreptitiously, her breathing issuing a thin stream of water vapour into the air. It was chilly today, and was one of the rare occasions when Effy could be found wearing a jacket and not her usual array of cardigans. After accidentally on purpose missing her annual check-up at the New York branch of the pharmacy, Effy grimaced. She was not going to stand around and let ignorant doctors stick needles into her arm. Effy wasn’t afraid of many things, but she had to admit that needles were one of them, and blood tests were high up on the list of her most undesirable situations to be in. She shuddered, and laid her legs out onto the rickety wooden bench she was sitting on in the crummy park with half broken equipment. Although it wasn’t a nice place to look at, no-one ever came down here any more, not even the kids, although a rare few dared each-other to go and slide down the slide of the ‘abandoned’ park. It wasn’t abandoned per se; merely in a state of disrepair, and so it was a good place to clear one’s head – away from any childish distractions.

However, if childish was the correct word, Effy was in a rather childish and bitchy mood herself, and directing her anger and frustration into creativity, Effy ran over to the swing set, and smiled as she sat down on the tiny swing, her thin hips slipping easily between the two chains which would have been a struggle for anybody of normal size for her age. As her petite feet clad in red pumps hit the ground hardly for the push-off, Effy smiled as she swung her legs backwards and forwards, each flowing motion bleeding into the next. Despite how trivial swinging on a baby swing was, it proved a better thought-clearer than the bench did, and so Effy somewhat smiled, and twisted around as she was airborne, twisting the chains so the swing would move in a clockwise and anti-clockwise motion, which, although was much more fun, made Effy feel a little dizzy. Rolling her eyes and returning to her usual default bitchy mood, Effy jumped off the swing whilst it was still in mid-air, landing unexpectedly on both of her feet instead of her knees – with the skill and dexterity of a cat. Effy grinned. She was naturally clumsy, and to think that she hadn’t fallen over yet today, especially in that rare feat of defying gravity for a moment, made her grimace – the closest thing Effy could muster to a smile in her current state of affairs.

However, as soon as Effy had stalked back over to the bench with her resident black cloud crackling above her head, Effy sneered as a man entered the park. He definitely looked like one of those scene queen ‘emo kids’ and Effy’s sneer grew. Her opinions on those pathetic losers were best kept to herself – although her sneer was practically doing the talking for her. They were annoying, wore way too much make-up and in her opinion, were one step lower than transvestite. Effy scowled as his stupid floppy hair was caught in the wind – it only made him look more repulsive, and Effy clamped her lips tightly together to restrain herself from calling out a delightfully black insult. As the man walked directly to the play structure, Effy smiled. What’re you gonna do, jump off it? Effy thought, smiling evilly. Go ahead, I won’t stop you. Saves me the trouble of killing you myself. Effy stretched out her body on the bench, and waited for the show to begin. What was her going to do, fly? Effy snorted, before stopping herself. What if... he was one of them?

Effy waited with bated breath as the man climbed to the top of the play structure, and closed his eyes, and prepared to jump. Effy half-hoped he wouldn’t fly – the satisfaction of watching him fall six or seven feet was almost too great. Effy wouldn’t have minded even pushing him off. However, her expectations were too great as the man fell limply to the floor, and Effy stared, merely blinking as the man hit the floor with a great thump. Effy snorted. This really wasn’t worth her time. Watching as he raised himself up from the ground, Effy hoped that he wouldn’t fly again – watching him hurt himself gave her great amusement. Again, he didn’t – and Effy snorted again, watching his every move. This was getting so ridiculous. Didn’t he even notice that Effy was there? That was not on. Everyone noticed Effy, whether they wanted to or not.

“Wow. You can fall off a play structure by harnessing the powers of gravity!” Effy said, the sarcasm dripping off her tongue as she rose to her feet, staring intently at the man now sitting on the play structure with her deep brown eyes. “Congratulations.”

TAGGED FOR;; maddy, bby! <333
WORD COUNT;; eight hundred fifty one !
STATUS;; complete !
WEARING;; purple checked skinny jeans, over-sized lime green t-shirt, red beret and red pumps
SOUNDTRACK;; finding beauty by craig armstrong and children by escala
NOTES;; okay, i'm really really sorry for the late reply! stupid school-work and short holidays

TEMPLATE MADE BY LA-LA-LIA FROM CAUTION 2.0 !

[ralys !]

Jonathan's failure to fly had left him, to say the least, pissed off. It did not help at all when a female voice somewhere behind him squeeked out the words, "Wow. You can fall off a play structure by harnessing the powers of gravity, Congratulations." She got to her feet, and began to walk towards Jonathan. He sighed, not wanting to lose his temper, but internally wanting to rip her head off. Literally. Turning to look at the girl, he was surprised at what he saw. She was much shorter than him, but then again he was over six feet, so almost everyone seemed short. Her red hair, which looked dyed, stood out brightly against her pale skin. The contrast worked, but it was stark, and harsh. He knew he was also at least four or five years older than her.

"At least I don't have the power of being an asshole." He glared at her, before inspecting his nails. He would have asked her if she had a power, as she had implied she had, but he didn't know if her comment was hinting at that, or if she was just another mindless bitch who talked about things she couldn't understand. "Now excuse me," Jonathan stood up, wanting her to leave, so he could practice flying again. "I have more important things to deal with then little children."

He stood up, readying himself to fly once again, and focused everything AWAY from the ground this time. It was hard to do that after his face once again slammed into the gravel. What if I didn't get that girl's power? What if it didn't work? He found himself worrying. He hoped he was wrong.

For; Cat/Effy
Status; Completement
Words; Dunno? Word's broken
Songs; Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship (Ft. Leighton Meester)
Extras; I'm so sorry it's been so long!!!

[effy annaliese taylor !]

From where Effy was standing, the man was even taller than her first glimpse of him. Effy raised her usual analytical eyebrow, drinking in his appearance and features. Effy had a piercing stare that had most people look away by now, yet he was managing to stare her out – he had an equally hardened glare to match her own. She watched as his eyes also darted around her appearance, stopping at her hair, her deep brown eyes, the length of her body, her hair again, and back to her eyes. Effy often wished she could read people’s minds - from where she was standing it looked like he was about to sex her up, although she knew it was far from that, because she’d just insulted him. Besides, he was either trying to fly, or he was suicidal, and Effy didn’t really care which to be honest, because it was quite amusing watching the man rise and inevitably fall. Then again, if it was suicide he was after, Effy would only be willing to make his job a little easier.

No, Effy told herself. We went through this at the refinery. You’re trying to change, right? Start by leaving him be. Effy scowled at her conscience, the only authority which she actually obeyed because unfortunately, the two were inextricably linked. “At least I don’t have the power of being an asshole,” the man said, his low voice reverberating in Effy’s ears angrily. No-one spoke to Effy like that, yet, she didn’t feel compelled to go up to him and shock his lights out. There was something more to this man than he was letting on, and so Effy wasn’t going to lay her cards out on the table. Not yet, at least. The corner of her mouth turned up a little, giving her an irritating smirk-smile, which left the man irritated. “Now excuse me. I have more important things to deal with than little children,” he snapped, turning around, leaving Effy in his wake. Little children, eh? Effy thought, her mischievous melodic voice ringing in her head. We shall see, flying boy, we shall see. With that, Effy turned around, wiping any dust off her rear, and plonked it unceremoniously back onto the swing she was previously sitting on.

However, as the man fell from the top of the monkey bars yet again, even Effy’s calm conscience couldn’t restrain her from going over there and telling him to shut the hell up before he became a human sandwich. Okay, so maybe that was a tad over the top – she wasn’t a cannibal – or at least, not yet. Effy raised an eyebrow again as the man got to his feet, every scraping noise of his shoes echoing in her ears, giving her a headache. “Listen,” she said loudly, hoping to shock the man as he rose to his feet, seeing the pixie-like girl in front of him again. “Your incessant falls are doing my head in. If you want to go kill yourself, go and do it somewhere else, before I change my mind and decide to accommodate for your death. See you around... if you know what’s good for you.”

Sure enough, Effy waited for him to leave. What Effy wants, Effy gets. Simple as.

TAGGING ?! miss 'you deserve to be a pie!' (;
WORD COUNT ?! five eight nine *cringes*
COMPLETE ?! mais oui
WEARING ?! purple checked skinny jeans, oversized lime green t-shirt, red pumps and red beret
TUNEAGE ?! all of the HP1 soundtrack (:
GRAPHICS/TEMPLATE ?! Cat !
SAY WHAT ?! ... i love playing effy. XD

[ralys !]

"Listen," The girl said, possibly trying to be threatening. Jonathan noted that her voice when she did that sounded even more irritating than normal. Jonathan simply straightened, and stood a good eight inches above her, perhaps more. "Your incessant falls are doing my head in. If you want to go kill yourself, go and do it somewhere else, before I change my mind and decide to accommodate for your death. See you around... if you know what’s good for you.” Jonathan chuckled as the girl stood, waiting for him to back down. He raised an eyebrow, grinning from ear to ear. She amuses me, Jonathan thought to himself, It's kind of annoying actually.

"You know," Jonathan began, tilting his head in a coquettish fashion, very mockingly though. He opened his mouth as if to speak but then pretended to stumble a bit. "Sorry," he said viciously, "That was just the world revolving around you. Got caught in the rotation, lost my balance." He spit the last word in the girl's face. "Don't expect me to leave because, A., I was here first, and B., why should I? It's a free country, believe it or not."

Jonathan, looked down at the girl, realizing he was taller than her by at least two feet. Confused, he looked down at his feet, which were hovering a good foot off the ground. Surprised, he let out a (very manly of course) yelp, and cascaded (gracefully of course) to the ground where he sat, dazed and confused in a (manly and graceful) heap. It actually worked! He thought to himself, too shocked to celebrate. He came to his senses, though, when he realized that he was sitting in his gorgeous heap in front of Little Miss Bitch. Sighing, he said, "Brilliant, now I have to kill you."


For; CAAAATTTTT
Status; Finito
Words; Only 354
Songs; Weightless - All Time Low
Extras; Sorry it's so crap. I'm just so buuussyy :S

[effy annaliese taylor !]

Effy rolled her eyes as the omnipresent emo kid started to fight back for a change, expecting him to go home and cry to mummy. That is what most ‘emotional’ types did, right? Effy didn’t feel anymore – she only did what her thieving murdering heart told her to do nowadays – and she loathed it with a passion, as her heart yanked her body towards her next victim. This was what it felt to be a serial killer – painful and deathly, not the way it was glamorized on television. It was cold and aching, and never once had Effy smiled after killing somebody. Why did she even do it, anyway? It was hard to explain, but it was a hunger that you couldn’t feed by just hurting people... it was a hunger that could only be fed by murder. How wrong was that? Effy was supposed to be a normal sixteen year old, sitting exams and worrying about geometry tests, and yet she hadn’t gone to school in at least a month. After all, it wasn’t like anyone could actually make her go. Most days, she just sat and reflected about things.

And despite the petty fighting the man and Effy were getting into, she didn’t realise just how alike the two people were. Or at least, not yet.

The man chuckled, and Effy scowled, her back to him. Was she going to rise to the bait? Of course she was, and she was probably going to end up murdering it too, just like everything else her electric blue gaze fixated on for more than five minutes. As she turned around, he stumbled like an idiot, and poked his head up. “Sorry, that was just the world revolving around you. Got caught in the rotation, lost my balance.” Effy raised an eyebrow. Really, what had that gained? Making him stumble like a retard? Effy smiled serenely. “Very witty.” she said, applying just the right amount of sarcasm to give it an enigmatic tone, so she could have meant it as a compliment or an insult. “Be sure not to get whiplash, won’t you?”

Evidently, Effy’s witty way with wicked words had no effect on the emo-boy, who Effy was considering to be half-troll. “Don’t expect me to leave, because A, I was here first, and B, why should I? It’s a free country, believe it or not.” Effy tried not to snort, and looked as if she was really interested in his phrase-dropping, which was used in completely the wrong context in any case. As he turned around, thinking his wit was any match for Effy’s, she smirked, and retorted with “You know, the phrase ‘it’s a free country’ was used after the Liberation of the Jews, so you’ve just insulted about... what the hell?” Effy said, her jaw dropping unwillingly as the man grew about two feet – or at least, he was floating two feet above her head. Oh, bloody great. As if I didn’t feel short enough already, Effy thought, pissed. However, it was short lived, and as he fell, letting out an incredibly girlish yelp that he probably saw as manly, Effy snorted, letting out a little chuckle as he landed unceremoniously on his rear end. As he looked shocked whilst he was sitting, his eyes narrowed. “Brilliant. Now I have to kill you,” he said, and Effy raised her eyebrow again. What, for snorting? she thought, trying not to laugh. Was he being serious... or was he bluffing?

“Really? Well, have fun with that.” Effy retorted, placing her hands subtly behind her back. She was egging him on, leading him for a fight, her murderous heart taking control as always. But if he was serious.... Effy lit up one of her palms behind her back in case, ready to shock him out of his senses if he dared touch her. Smiling serenely, Effy waited for him to play his cards first.

TAGGING ?! miss 'you deserve to be a pie!' (;
WORD COUNT ?! seven hundred and thirteen
COMPLETE ?! mais oui
WEARING ?! purple checked skinny jeans, oversized lime green t-shirt, red pumps and red beret
TUNEAGE ?! all of the half-blood prince soundtrack (:
GRAPHICS/TEMPLATE ?! cat !
SAY WHAT ?! sorry this was late (and crap)