Bend and Break [ open ]

[Emilie A.Liddell]

Shopping was never something that she necessarily liked doing. She absolutely adored clothes, it was one of her many passions, but after years of spending hours and hours at malls and shopping center in her more youthful years, it simply started to bore… as most things after a while did. Of course, when she felt in the mood to buy even more unnecessary clothes than she already had, such as this particular afternoon, it was a fantastic way to waste free time. However, it wasn’t usually something she chose to do for fun.

Deciding that she definitely needed some basic new additions to her wardrobe, and not feeling inspired enough to find a cute thrift store or boutique, the mall was it. In Emilie personal opinion, Honey Tree Shop was owned by the vast majority of teenagers running around this town and as much as she liked the double-digits she could only take so much. Not to mention the fact that the fashion choice at the shop was extremely limited… there was variety for sure, but she was the type of girl who hated buying any garments that could be seen on someone else. Petty, sure, but everyone had their quirks. Perhaps she was more than most, or so she had been told.

Standing outside of a popular lingerie store, she stared at the newest push-up that had been introduced into the line. It was pretty, for sure, but the sequins? She furrowed her brow as she tried to decide if it was too much. If was up to her, she would go bra-less everyday, all the time. Most of the time she did.

Scrutinizing the brassiere lasted a good six minutes before she shrugged to herself and went into the store. Emilie then got distracted by the lacy panties, then by the perfumes, and finally by a sexy shade of lipstick. By the time she finally got to the sequined push-up and exited the store, she had purchased five times the amount of things she originally intended to. As she walked out of the shop she sighed to herself. This is why she didn’t go to shopping. Pretty things tempted her and she was never good at resisting temptation.

Enormous pink shopping bag in hand, Emilie walked to the center and sat down on a bench. “Why Emilie, why,” she muttered to herself. “You do not need all of this crap.”

[ilyas aylin]

Ugh, this place stank of retarded people.

Under the watchful eyes of the saleswoman, Ilyas took a grey shirt off the racks. He looked at it with a raised eyebrow, and then glanced over his shoulder at the woman, who was only keeping her eyes on him, instead of anyone else. Yes, he looked like a hobo, a gypsy, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to pay for this. If anything, he’d expected the youth here to snatch something along for free rather than himself, but it seemed his guess was right: people were all the same; judgmental and annoying. And some wondered why he disliked people. Wasn’t it obvious?

How could they spend hundreds of dollars on these cheap fabrics? The shirt in his hands felt as if it’d fall apart after wearing it once and it smelled like all factory-made products did; terribly. But the man hadn’t much of a choice. After all, he needed to wear something and since his old shirt (yes, he owned one, to be precise) had been ruined during a hunting spree, he needed a new one. This shirt had a decent color, the size would be about right, but the price on the tag left the man snorting. $28? For a sleeveless shirt? Hell to the no.

Without bothering to place it back neatly, he discarded the piece of clothing back onto the rack and turned on his heels, but still caught a glimpse of the frown the saleswoman had on her face. Had he been a little more childish, he’d probably stuck out his tongue at her. The blonde man left the store as swiftly as he’d entered.

The mall was far too crowded for his liking. It seemed he didn’t just raise suspicion with the saleswoman earlier; here, too, most stared at him shortly as he passed by. It could’ve been due to the bloodstained shirt he was wearing under his leather jacket. He didn’t care; he never cared. His eyes gazed from store to store, looking for one that would sell something decent that he’d be able to afford, but frankly, all of them looked the same, all of them sold similar items, some even uglier than the other. The man heaved a sigh and decided to crash on a bench shortly. He needed a new strategy, and fast.

The amount of pink bags he counted to the right of him made him judge he was in the company of a wealthy individual. What a waste. There was only so much clothing a person could wear anyway, why would anyone spend more money on it? Glancing a little further over his shoulder, he caught sight of the girl’s appearance. It was easy to see this one would have to deal with judging eyes quite often, as well. Her hair looked as if it was on fire. “Nice shade,” he commented with a somewhat teasing hint in his voice. Funny. He wasn’t usually one to start a conversation, but after two months here and not conversing with anyone, it seemed finding someone ‘different’ was a rather welcome change.

[Emilie A.Liddell]

Having gotten bored with having her ears stroked, she had just decided to crawl into an oversize pink shopping bag. Apparently all that satin and lace was comfortable. She was just about to pull herself out when some of her satin flew about ten feet across the floor. Clothes went everywhere and Emilie couldn’t help but let out a little gasp when it happened so unexpectedly. Shoving the bag to the side as she scampered out, Emilie immediately stood up to a guy. “It’s not what it looks like." she tried to explain.

She honestly believed that everyone had in the past – it was as if it was a girl’s curse to have at least a little bit of clumsiness. Or maybe it was just Emilie. “Are you okay? Hey you, stop flirting and help me with this, eh?” Emilie laughed slightly. “Cute shadow,” she commented as she folded a shirt and placed it in the bag. “ I’m Emilie.” She smiled as she introduced herself.

The girl looked alright, and it wasn’t long before all of her purchases were packed away in their respective bags. Standing up, Emilie brushed herself off. “Looks like you’ve made more progress than me,” she laughed slightly. It was true, it was like this whenever Emilie made a trip to the mall. She never bought anything she really needed, but instead spent hundreds of dollars of unnecessary, but in her defense very pretty, clothes.

She wanted to buy some earrings, which she was constantly losing… but in the commotion it had completely slipped her mind. Out of the corner of her eyes Emilie spotted, practically on top on – him seemed to like her bloody and torn. "Can I help you?" she looked up towards him.

[ilyas aylin]

The underwear flying nearly everywhere was enough for Ilyas to raise an eyebrow. That surely didn’t happen every day. “That’s the worst pick-up line ever,” he commented in a sarcastic manner, but he couldn’t deny being slightly amused by it. The corners of his lips had even curled upwards a bit. . It was definitely what it looked like. At least she laughed at her own clumsiness as well. Compared to the other boring visitors of this mall, who now stared at them even more, this girl was.. interesting.

The man turned fully when the girl asked him to help clean her mess. “Hold on, I wasn’t the one throwing around underwear. That was you.” And flirting? She accused him of flirting? He was old enough to be her father. Maybe, in a twisted way. But sure, if she wanted help, he’d give it to her. He picked up the satin panties lying closest to him; he needn’t even get up for it and with a swift movement, he send it flying in the girl’s direction, who was apparently named Emilie. It landed on her shoulder. Well, he aimed for her head, but this was decent enough.

Cute shadow. Interesting compliment that was. The blonde man shrugged lightly; he’d heard worse. Since it would’ve been rather rude not to comment on her introduction, Ilyas came up with one himself. “I’m Jesus.” No, he wasn’t, but he never introduced himself with his proper name. What did she need it for anyway? He used his favorite alias in this place, Jesus Shepherd. Amazing, but so far, everyone had fallen for it. Had he reminded himself today how dumb people were?

Ilyas sat back right on the bench. He figured this was as much as a conversation they would have; after all, most girls would be offended when getting thrown underwear at their heads. But her question, if she could help him, did make him glance over his shoulder once more. “With what?” As if completely oblivious to what she meant, he asked the question casually. Surely, she was aiming for his shirt; he’d seen her looking. But he’d play dumb, for now.

[Emilie A.Liddell]

Unlike Emilie was as clumsy as she was hyperactive. She was usually bouncing off the walls and crashing into things simultaneously… it drove her insane sometimes, she knew that, but she liked to think that was just another reason that some people loved her so much.

She had her quirks, as everyone did, she supposed. It was much easier to laugh at herself when it did occur – if she didn’t she would probably be an emotional wreck. “ Hey I saw that and I know you're name isn't that.” she said, smiling slightly. Emilie snapped her fingers and, soon the mall, to her house.

“Psh, don't play dumb” she said, holding out her large shopping bag putting them down."The smell of blood gave it off on you're shirt. I'm guessing you're wearing is hiding under that coat" she smirked. She sat in a large chair in her home, looking at him. She wonder if it was would see past the illusion or not. "Perhaps I need to tourer you some to get it out. I do love making people suffer." she said gazing over him.

“You look familiar… do I know you?…” Emilie slowly shook her head as she looked at the man. She didn’t think they had met in the past… and then suddenly, it hit her. “You know what? I think I do recognize you! her voice trailed off as she tried to picture the photograph of the members.

[ilyas aylin]

Ilyas eyes widened when the surroundings changed all of the sudden. He jumped from his seat, his brows furrowed and his face darkened. “What the hell did you do?” He wasn’t stupid; no matter what abilities this girl had, it was impossible for them to have travelled to a different place so fast, especially not without her making contact with him. Whatever she’d done, she was trying to play a trick on him. And playing a trick on a paranoid man wasn’t a very good idea.

Swiftly, he started to look around. He was rather sure they hadn’t moved from the spot where they’d been sitting, then why did everything look different? They were inside a house now, and a big one too. A fancy one. And for some mysterious reason, his eye instantly fell on the liquor cabinet; they had a liquor cabinet. Did he really have to notice that? All of this would teach him not to talk to strangers. Even little girls were dangerous these days.

“Cut the crap,” he said harshly; playing nice wouldn’t help getting this girl to act normal. And yet, when she commented on his shirt, he couldn’t help it. She was messing with his mind, he’d return the favor. As if he only noticed it after her mentioning, he gazed down at his shirt, swearing under his breath. His blue eyes slowly met with hers. “I thought I’d been delicate. After all, I’ve been killing people for a while now. This doesn’t usually happen to me.” A smirk started to play on his lips. “You wouldn’t happen to have a clean shirt, would you?”

No, she didn’t know him. No way, no possibility. And yet, how she dug into her mind and seemed to remember him in a way he couldn’t explain nearly gave him chills. The man favored his anonymity; this girl couldn’t possibly know who he was. Or.. could she?

[Emilie A.Liddell]

Emilie was going to be honest about what towards him.She was confident in the fact that she was going to make it places and she didn't need to do any of that stuff to get there. She had made this far, so "I'll tell you what give me you're true and and you can have some new clothes." Emilie spoke. "I'm a trickster, I hate using my ability but I hate beginning tricked myself." glanced at him.

"Fresh clothes upstairs to the left, and don't you dare go in my room" Emilie said as she rubbed above her eyebrows. She never had anyone in her house all she new was their four bedrooms and about three bathrooms. Her parents well she never new what what happened.

Emilie made two of the four bedrooms into her own personal closets that were attached to her room.Emilie room was two the right. In Emilie room it was different then her personality, she had pictures in a memory box. She had various violins everywhere.

She laid back in her chair listening two his moments. Her lips rubbed together when she was nervous. She went though her bags making sure they pick everything up. "Okay only only thing missing we'll have to go back." she mumbled under her breath. She began to sing as she walked around waiting for him to finish.

[ilyas aylin]

“If we go back to that mall and I appear there naked, I swear on my sister, I will pull out all that red hair of yours.” There. A thread always helped someone to make people keep their promises. When the girl mentioned her room, Ilyas only huffed. As if he’d want to see her room. What did she take him for; someone who had any interest in her?

But the man couldn’t deny he was in need of a new shirt. He didn’t mind the staring, but the smell of the wolf’s blood was starting to get rather annoying; even after washing his clothing, he hadn’t managed to get it out completely, or perhaps, his sense of smell was just too strong for his own good. Luckily, he wasn’t wearing his leather jacket that day of the hunt.. “I’m a hunter,” he stated simply. That was enough information, he figured. It was the truth, after all. This girl needn’t know more.

He quickly turned on his heels and searched for the stairs. They weren’t very difficult to find; as he opened the first door, he could spot them. On the left, she’d said. There were a couple of doors, so he choose the farthest on his left, as Emilie had instructed. Apparently, he made a right guess, because he found himself in a closet. The amount of clothes he saw there already caused him a headache, just by looking at them. How could anyone ever deal with this much crap? Anyway..

The man browsed through the clothes as fast as he could. Most of it was made for females, but he did manage to pick out a shirt that seemed to fit him; it couldn’t possibly belong to the redhead girl downstairs, as she was quite petite, at least, compared to his 6’5”. Without much ado, he stripped from his original shirt and put on the new one. It was blue and had sleeves; definitely not his favorite, but it’d have to do. And it was free, at least. It only came at the cost of admitting he had hunted earlier on.

Deciding he wouldn’t spend another moment in such a colorful, crowded place, Ilyas swiftly descended from the stairs to find the girl singing downstairs. She didn’t seem uncomfortable in his presence, strangely enough; he hadn’t exactly treated her kind. With his stained shirt in hand, he appeared before her eyes. “Didn’t even peek at your room. Can we go now?”

[Emilie A.Liddell]

"Yeah, you could actually have say thank you" She mumbled just like men. She blinked as she looked at him as she shook her head. "Need anything else before we go?" she asked. "No, good let's go" Emile spoke as she snapped her fingers. Her house disappeared with just one snap they both were back at the mall. She walked around as she placed her hair up in a bun. Emilie looked at the hunter and shrugged as she walked away.

"Are you coming?" Emilie yelled as her eyes glanced at him. A small shiver came over her body as she looked over at him."I don't have all day?" she mumbled as she chewed on her lip once again. She pulled out two chopsticks and placed them in her hair.

She sat down on a bench near the food court as she looked up at the lights for a moment. She was a bit weird but who wasn't anymore. Emilie reached for her pocket and pulled out a picture of her when she was younger, with her was a male. But once she had her powers stronger she couldn't remember. She placed the picture on the bench beside her.

"It's probably nothing" she spoke to herself. She looked over at another store, something in their caught her her eye. She laughed as she a young child begging her mother for a toy, she watched the kid for a moment and her was sad. Emilie walked up to the kid and placed the toy in is hands. "Here you go kid" she spoke.Emilie took it up to the front desk and paid for it. "All yours kid" she spoke. "Thank you lady" the kid said. Emilie let the picture back on the bench as she walked back towards the bench.

[ilyas aylin]

“Oh, couldn’t you read from my face how much I appreciate this?” He showed a smile; sarcastic. This chick plays with his mind and he’s supposed to be thankful? He’d have done just fine without her help; he could’ve always put on a garbage bag, in the utmost need. The sudden change of environment left the man a little lightheaded; he surely wasn’t used to this type of travelling and he wouldn’t prefer it over the normal way, ever.

“Am I coming?” was the question rolling over Ilyas’ lips. “Why?” Was this girl seriously expecting him to follow her around? Damn, damn, damn, James! What did you get yourself into today? The man glanced down at his shirt. Yes, it was hers and that probably gave her the right to boss him around now. Great. Just great. This was the exact reason he didn’t like to owe anybody anything; it was like it granted a person control. And Ilyas was one who liked to be in control himself. Then again, the attitude of this girl.. He couldn’t deny he was a tad bit curious about what she wanted from him exactly. Therefore, he slowly followed in her footsteps.

As the young lady sat down, Ilyas remained standing. He checked her, up and down, but couldn’t read exactly what it was she was planning. “What do you want from me, ladybug?” But before she could answer that question, she’d dashed off towards a different store. Ilyas’ blue eyes followed her movements, but he huffed when he saw what she did exactly. He even shook his head slightly. “Spoiled kid.” Talking about undermining parenting.

His blue eyes rolled as he gazed around the mall. It was even more crowded now than earlier, before the two of them had left. There was a reason Ilyas decided to come here early morning; most people were too lazy to get up early to shop. All the more reason for him to do it. The less people around, the less annoyed they’d get him. Until the red-haired girl would answer his question, he wasn’t going anywhere, though. He hated this; he absolutely hated it when someone showed they had certain intentions, yet didn’t share exactly what they were.

[Emilie A.Liddell]

Emilie smiled as she stood outside the doorway of the store, with the child as she rubbed his head and said "Be sure to take good care of toy" she smiled softly. She walked up two the kid's mother and slapped her across the face. "You should be grateful to have a child, don't ever make him feel so sadden." she spoke. "Most kids would die to have a toy." she yelled at the mother. "Be lucky I didn't do worse to you." she yelled.

Emilie walked way as she sat next to Llyas and laid back with nothing in her hands. She glanced up at him. "I guess you want to know somethings then by the look in you're eyes" she spoke.

"So ask away and I will tell you."Emilie spoke. She closed her eyes as she waited for him too start asking questions. She reached over, as her eyes where closed to find the picture. But Emilie grabbed the picture, and without relaxing it she accidentally grabbed his leg. "Can you move you're leg please theirs a picture their" she was sternly. "Sorry for grabbing you're leg didn't think I was that close". Emilie said. Emilie moved over some as she kept her eyes closed. "Well I don't have all day, I do have class" she spoke in a boring manner. "But who needs it" she mumbled under her breath.

[ilyas aylin]

Ilyas’ eyes widened at the facade that happened just a few feet away from him. This girl just slapped an innocent woman in the face. Obviously, she was completely deluded. And the way she continued to yell at the lady; no wonder people were staring. She gave them a good reason to stare, unlike he did. With a shake of the head, the man quickly looked the other way, to avoid his anger to grow even more. Because if it would, he’d likely snap the redheaded girl in two, without much trouble.

And the audacity she had.. Yeah, he had a few questions, although he knew for sure her answers wouldn’t ease his temper. He could at least try to verbally put some sense back into this nut. “Yes, I have a question,” Ilyas admitted softly, in his voice a mixture of confusion still and the anger. “Are you completely and utterly insane?” And that was an absolute serious question. “You can’t just.. How did you.. Why?” He even struggled to find the words, which was quite rare for someone who usually knew what to say. “That kid might’ve just scratched another kid’s eyes out a moment ago, and you’re rewarding him. With a toy.” A frown was now on his face. “You’re not his mother.”

As he spoke, the tone of Ilyas’ voice got darker. He was truly annoyed by this girl and now, with her ‘I don’t give a crap’-attitude. But wait. Maybe this was just another one of those tricks up her sleeve. What the hell was up with this kid? “Is this another one of your illusions?” If not, he’d surely advice the woman to call the cops and that said a lot; Ilyas hated cops.

Her suddenly touching his leg made the man twitch; he wasn’t all that keen on physical contact, and especially not unexpected physical contact. He nearly scooted onto the next bench to get away from the girl even further. “Whatever,” he muttered. She kept blabbering about this picture; if she cared about it so much, she shouldn’t have left it lying on the bench.

“You’re crazy,” he finally decided after another one of her bored comments. Ilyas wasn’t a very sane man himself and he usually didn’t judge others this swiftly, but he gave her little choice. He stood up from the bench to walk off. “Beware of the cops.” This one would be in jail before she reached adulthood. Sad, these kids nowadays.

[Emilie A.Liddell]

She raised an eyebrow as she looked at him. She shook her head as tossed the picture at him. "Here it's not that important anyway" Emilie said in a sarcastic manner before Llyas walked off. Her eyes closed as she new others were looking at her, but she didn't care. A small yawn came from her mouth as she laid curled up on the bench."I'm not crazy, I saw that mother early treating her son poorly. " she sighed looking down. "Try to do nice things for others and you get called insane." she mumbled. She pulled herself up as she and walked the other direction and strolled the mall.

Emilie saw some couples from school all happy. She raised an eyebrow as she watched them for a few wondering why people both begin with others. To Emilie it was a waste of time and pointless.Emilie never never what the fuss was always about, relationships. But then again she never dated anyone around here. Yeah sure the guys were mostly after her in school, but she always turned them down. She kept walking around, as she walked into another store as she, looked around trying to find something to cheer her up.

She noticed a pair of shoes as she walked over two a pair of pumps made out of leather with steads on them. She only wear a size seven, the heal was thin an narrow but well enough for a good fight. A scream came from her mouth as she she the skirt two match it. "Now if I can only find the top" she mumbled under her breath, as she looked around the store. "Where is it" she ran around the store looking for the shirt. "Must be here somewhere" she said.

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[ilyas aylin]

“You had no right,” he stated coldly without even a glance over his shoulder. He could still vaguely hear the girl say something else, about how she tried to do something nice. Well, if this was her idea of ‘nice’, she was even more twisted than he was. But she’d learn that, sooner or later. Most people didn’t accept getting slapped in the face for no reason; this Emilie girl had just been lucky the boy’s mother wasn’t as assertive as she should’ve been. In any other case, she probably wouldn’t have been this lucky.

But it mattered not. Not to Ilyas, anyway. He learned, once again, why he was better off on his own. The eyes of surrounders followed him as he walked from the scene; they likely figured he was in the girl’s games, but he surely wasn’t. He didn’t wish to be associated with her. If he hadn’t gotten rid of his old shirt, he’d even given back the blue one he currently wore. Then again, if he cut off the sleeves, it would be rather decent. Emilie wouldn’t miss it anyway, it wasn’t her size. And the likelihood of them ever running into each other again was small. Very small.

Just as Ilyas was ready to turn a corner, his eye fell back on the bench. The girl was gone. It was probably for the better this way. Poor lost individual. The blonde huffed softly. She’d be fine. She could stand up for herself, and otherwise, she’d learn. That was the way to get by in this world. After just a swift moment, he turned back around and paced off.

[Emilie A.Liddell]

Emile mumbled as she walked out of the store wearing a new outfit. She walked around the mall as she raised an eyebrow not paying attention to where she was going as she tears fell from her face."Damn it" this never happens, she quickly ran after Llyas as she tapped his shoulder. "What did you do?" she spoke as she stood their with her hair covering her face. She looked at the shirt and sighed, as she looked at the blonde man. "What the hell did you....Never mind its not important. Sorry for the issues I gave you early." she spoke. She pulled something out for him, as she handed him her number. "In case you need a place to stay, I live alone" she sad sadly, as she ran off.

She moved her hair back from her face, as she wondered around more. "Bathroom their has to be a bathroom around here somewhere." she mumbled under her cold breath. She screamed as Emilie let out a scream.