Peace and Personalities (Kiara)

[Chris Allen]

The twins had decided to go and be in Kitty’s dorm for a while. There were so many people around, they felt crowded and claustrophobic. Instead they sat on Kitty’s bed, facing each other, and have one of their weird conversations while she wrote and he plucked out something on a guitar. They were recharging their people-batteries, trying to reach a point where they didn’t want people to just go away and leave them alone.

Kitty offered Chris her notebook. Her handwriting might be almost completely illegible, but her brother could read it. Heck only knew he got enough practise. Standing up, she shook out her cramped fingers and went over to her chest of drawers to find a hair band. Her curls were annoying her. Pulling her hair back almost brutally, she smiled tiredly at Chris and wondered what he made of her story. It was different, she thought. Leaning against the chest of drawers, she waited for a verdict, rifling through her possessions for the book she wanted.

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Chris couldn’t exactly deny his sister was good. She was, she and he knew it. He grinned as he deciphered whatever she’d written and nodded. “It’s good. Maybe a little more description? The first sentence of the second paragraph doesn’t quite work.” Kitty nodded back at him, pulling out The Princess Bride. She loved that book, and although he wouldn’t admit it, so did he. This was the way they liked things, just them. Just them mucking around.

The door was open, however much they’d like to close it. They didn’t really want to be disturbed by curious people who were looking in. Kicking his shoes onto the floor, Chris lay back on Kitty’s bed. He could sleep now… He could feel the small, hard object she kept under her pillow against his back and he wriggled slightly to get more comfortable. There was one exactly like it under his pillow as well, though. It wasn’t a feeling he was unused to.

[kiaraatkins]

Kiara entered the room quietly, and froze when she saw the other two people. One of them was a girl, Kiara saw, and therefore quite possibly her roommate. The other was male, and apparently asleep on the girl's bed. Frowning at them, she wondered what he was doing here. If they were... she couldn't bring herself to think it. Sinning, then they wouldn't be fully clothed, and the boy wouldn't be lying on the bed like that. It struck Kiara that she probably shouldn't know that, and bitter shame rose inside her.

Swallowing, she entered and sat on her bed, looking cautiously at them. "I'm Kiara. Who are you?" It wasn't intended to be rude; she couldn't be rude to people. It didn't hurt the angels, but they didn't like it, and Kiara knew it upset them when people were mean. Besides, being rude only led to sinning, unless you were doing it for someone else's own good, but she wasn't. Hopefully, she wasn't being rude either, though. Smiling at the girl in the hope that this would show her intentions, she added, "Is he your brother, or a friend?" in the hope that the answer was yes to one of them. If it wasn't, it meant that they were sinning, or had, or planned to, which meant she'd have to stop them, and she was too tired for that. This new school was exhausting.

Kicking off her shoes, she tucked her legs underneath her and watched the pair, still wary of them. They looked quite alike, but that didn't say anything. They might just have the same colour hair; it wasn't particularly unusual, after all. And if they were brother and sister, it didn't mean they weren't doing that, but if they were doing it, it just made it all the more wrong and hurtful.

[Kitty Allen]

Kitty smiled at the girl, she assumed that was her room mate. Somehow she wasn’t quite sure. Chris wasn’t actually asleep, she could tell, but whether he was going to be daft and play deaf was another thing. If she had to go over and kick him, she didn’t think the girl would be very amused. “Brother.” Chris said finally, yawning and sitting up. “Chris. Pleased to meet you…” He held out a hand, smiling to the other girl. Kitty nodded in case this statement required confirmation.

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“So you’re… Kitty’s room mate? That’s cool.” Chris glanced over at Kitty, trying to work out what else to say. His girl seemed tired, maybe she’d come in for a nap as well… he wouldn’t blame her, this place didn’t skimp on making you so tired you felt you’d run a marathon. Although that could be just them. Neither of them had been getting the most restful night’s sleep recently what with the being separated and the IED and the freaking and everything. Not to mention the security… Chris was more annoyed than angry about that. They knew by now they’d just creep out of bed over and over again, but did they decide to just let everyone get some sleep Of course not. Instead they decided to make this into some daft game of who will give up first and were losing every time. Shame about that. Chris stifled a yawn and saw Kitty do the same out of the corner of his eye. So they were both stupidly tired. No surprise there then.

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Kitty stifled a yawn with her hand and wondered how opposed this girl would be if she simply crawled into bed next to Chris and didn’t get up for say… twelve hours. She smiled apologetically in case a yawn was one of those things you were meant to apologise for, and perched herself on the dresser because it felt like her ankles were falling asleep without her.