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Right after her purse was put on the floor, Tony, who was driving, stomped his foot on the gas as they continued to fight. Kelly hoped this wouldn't have happened, but Steve exclaimed out of the blue, "If she wants to go so bad, why doesn't she just walk?". Tony didn't have a good argument for that. They were just a few blocks away and Kelly could very well walk it. Soon enough, he pulled over and she got out of the car. Kelly waved them goodbye as she took of her shoes then began to walk toward the party.

+ makingmyownshadow

Only taking to realization what was going on, Oz’s brow furrowed slightly as she shrugged and then looked away to pocket her make-up. Rolling his eyes a bit, he watched as the car zoomed off and he stood for some odd moments. She was just another person and, even worse, a human. So, generally, she lacked any interest at all. Yet, at the same moment, Oz was intrigued at playing a little “follow the stranger”. And so, waving his hand at the building next to him, he created an entrance, disappearing into the shadows.

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Kelly raised a brow at the stranger. Her fathers were still fighting, but she was making her way there no questions asked. She knew that if she intervened their conversation that she'd have to walk in her heals to the party. That might've been better then her dads driving her, though. No one ever did that. Why the hell this guy was looking at her, she didn't care. Kelly looked away and with a small shrug of her shoulders, she put her lipstick back in her purse.

+ makingmyownshadow

Oz was wondering the streets of yet another city, aimlessly without any true direction except that of forward, as always. He’d seen many cars pass by with teenagers crowding them; a sure sign that a party was going on nearby. Many of them were used, and a few were new and shining just faintly. But there was one of these few new cars that ultimately stood out against the others; it was quite expensive, a sportscar of sorts, and blazing red. His brow perked curiously as he parted the shadows of the interior a little to take a look: two men arguing and a blonde teen in the back, applying make-up. For a moment, he mentally remarked, She looks good without out, but whatever floats her boat, not noticing she’d caught his gaze.

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Kelly got even more confused by his response. "Then are you stoned, then?" He seemed like a drunk to her, but not a stoner.

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Castiel blinked. “No,” he replied softly. “I am not intoxicated with alcohol.” He answered, unsure what this girl was implying. 

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Ugh. Why can't it be friday?!

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My apologies? What century is this guy from? "You drunk or somthin'?" She asked, though she didn't care much for his answer. Her Dad was probably waiting for her at the tower, but Kelly wasn't one to be on time. She'd already missed her bus, so she'd be walking today.

+ the-lords-solider

Castiel’s eyebrows furrowed at the name, his eyes showing his confusion. “Sick-o?” He asked, mulling over the meaning of the word in his head. He had simply asked the girl a question, but then when he recalled what a high school was he realized his mistake. “My apologies.” He told her softly. What in the hell was he doing in a high school? 

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+ makingmyownshadow

Kelly sat in her father's car. She'd taken it to go to a party across town. She took a lot after her father in the sense of she loved a good party. Her Pops however wasn't so happy that Tony let her go to those parties with drug and underaged sex. Tony thought it was a part of growing up. Kelly didn't really care how long they fought about it as long as she went. At the stop light, Kelly looked into the mirror and fixed her lipstick. Looking just over the mirror, she noticed someone staring at her. Kelly didn't take much of a notice to it.

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Even my blog has tally marks today…

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Kelly opened her eyes and looked over at the stranger. His accent was a clear tell that he wasn't from around here, though he couldn't tell where he was. That was weird. Most tourist knew Stark Towers when they saw it. "Uh..." She muttered as she removed her legs from the table and sat up. "Stark Towers. Can I help you, or something?" Kelly asked, her tone full of confusion. 

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Kelly shot him a confused look. How could he not know where he was? Did he not see the sign on the building when he walked in. "You're in a high school, you sick-o." She said with a roll of her eyes and she adjusted her bag strap. This dude must've had something wrong with him.

+ the-lords-solider

Castiel had been a bit discombobulated. He’d been popping up in random place to random place for the past few days for unknown reasons. When he appeared behind a young girl standing in front of a long row of lockers, he cocked his head to the side, confused. “Where am I?” He asked the girl, his voice full of annoyance. 

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+ althebuspotter, lilyana-the-prophet

Sometimes when Kelly had nothing better to do, she hung out behind the front desk in her Father's office. He was probably at lunch or something, and doing this gave her some sort of power. Her legs were crossed up on the on the table as well as her arms crossed upon her chest. Kelly just closed her eyes for a moment. She didn't even notice someone walking in.

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Kelly closed her locker with a bit of frustration. The air was extra thick that day seeing as most of her friends weren't at school today. That sucked. Somehow, Kelly still made it through the day, not that she enjoyed it at all. As she turned around to head home, there was a tall man standing in front of her. She jumped at the sight of him. He looked to old to be in high school. Why was he here?

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+thatgirlshouldnthaveatardis, theleafwasmymums, jimthetimelord

Kelly sat on the edge of her bed with her laptop that she had proudly named George. George was a new shiny thing that Kelly had taken a liking to. When ever her Dad did something stupid, he tended to make up for it in gifts and such. It often did make up for it, and George was one of those new shiny toys that made up for him being an ass. Steve, however, was not fond of his methods of parenting. As she searched the web, her mobile phone went off. Kelly darted up right away in the hopes that it would be one of her fathers. "Hello?" She asked.

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WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Well, I don't know, but if I did I think my Dad's jet could just take me there.

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