MISS INDEPENDENT ; open, human au

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    It was a short title, but dreamie couldn't think of anything better for Fourth of July than the name of a Kelly Clarkson song.


    Unfortunately, this wasn't Jinora's day. The medic was leaning against the glass door of her shop, a smile vacant from her features. Furryfoot lay in her lap, obliviously sleeping through the loud explosions of fireworks. The colors illuminated the hallways through part of the windows and the glass roof.


    But Jinny didn't feel like celebrating. No, it only seemed fair that they celebrate a few days after her best friend fell off a cliff. Jumped, more like. And now Wednesday was in a coma, so heroically stowed away in Fue's graveyard. She didn't feel mad, though. She felt empty, and confused—it was kind of like finishing your favorite television series and watching the finale. You had this blank, lost, what the fuck now look. Or you decided not to move on. Jinora was stuck in between wallowing in the loss of her best friend, and trying to get on with her life.


    She missed being the punch line of Wednesday's jokes. She missed being teased about Avatar, and she missed Wednesday being the only person able to sit through her rants about the ending. She missed talking about Cain and Sammy with Wednesday, and she missed going shopping with Wednesday. And she hated Wednesday for getting amnesia and forgetting Cain.


    Basically, she really missed Wednesday.


    The brunette stroked her bunny between his cinnamon and ivory ears, combing that little tuft of fur that so stubbornly stuck up. She didn't cry, she didn't sob—Jinora just bottled it up, and watched the fireworks display.


    (YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID TO ME FUE)

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    Fireworks were too loud. Way too loud for her and her disorder. She'd slapped her hands over her ears at the first pop, quickly making her way past the crowds and yearning for the peaceful quiet of her shop.


    Rose noticed Jinora and her adorable pet — she'd seen the medic around enough to place a name to a face. Jinora was/had been close with the girl in a coma. Wednesday, or something. It was sad, yes, but since Rosie had never really spoken to said person, there was no emotional stress or anything.


    She was about to walk by (because ew, socializing), but her Converse stubbornly skidded to a stop. The tall girl lifted a hand and waved rather awkwardly. "Hi," greeted Rose briskly.
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    Rose was a slightly familiar face—though Jinora had trouble placing a name through her depression. The girl shifted, taking her weight off of the glass door and pulling herself into a seated position. "Oh, hi." Jinny greeted, making sure not to accidentally crush Furryfoot. She wasn't trying to be rude...she was just in that mood where she wanted to be alone with her sadness. Or Sammy. Or preferably Wednesday. Blinking up at Rose, Jinora still couldn't place a name. "I Haven't caught your name, yet. I'm Jinora."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][font=segoe ui][size=10]Unfortunately, Lucy hadn't really known Wednesday. Of course, she had met her and had been aware of her being romantically involved with Cain, but that was about it. They had never been very close. In fact, she had always seemed rather distant. But Jinora, Jinora was cool. And Rose...well Rose was much like Wednesday's case; not too close. "Hello you two." The British girl said witha smile as she she passed them. "Enjoying the fireworks?"

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    [align=center][font=georgia]FALLEN ANGEL, with a BROKEN ARROW
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    Cain rarely ever thought about Raela any more. It was strange, odd when he stopped to consider the change in reflection, but it never seemed too odd. Sometimes he thought it was weird and he should be heartbroken because he knew he would be if everything had been normal, but other times the emotional detachment made him question why it was weird that he wasn't torn up about a girl he was no longer able to love.


    She usually came to mind when he saw Jinora, but just then it didn't occur to him as he came to join them in the shop. "Too loud?" he questioned in greeting with a crooked, slightly sheepish smile as he sat down across from them. Cain set his drink down and paused as another firework popped out at the beach, before adding, "I think they'll be over soon."
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    More people were approaching, and it was too late to run or casually slip out of the conversation. "Rose," she said simply, not really in the mood to add any comments. Besides, it was quick and understandable.


    "Fireworks...not really my thing," replied the girl with an absent wave of her free hand. People seemed to enjoy seeing bright colors burst across the nighttime sky, but the sounds...it wasn't worth enduring for a few measly explosives (or whatever those beastly things were). "Much too loud for my taste."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][font=georgia][size=12]"Well hopefully the fireworks won't go on for that much longer." Lucy stated, shrugging. Sure they were nice and pretty at first but once they started going on and on forever with little to no variety it got a little monotonous and boring. Plus, Lucy was an early sleeper, so she was hoping on getting some decent amount of sleep tonight.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 95%]The elder teen approached, brushing back his jet black hair, aside from the pops of striking blue along the sides. He hated fireworks with a burning passion, which was saying something, seeing as how he feared nearly everything, if not everything. Dakota sucked in a shaky breath as yet another one of the booms sounded in the hair, causing him to cover his ears with trembling hands. He didn't know many of the people gathered at that spot, and those who had invited him ditched him within the first few minutes. He was utterly alone at this point, and saw no other reason for being there to watch the colorful display above. His hands remained over his ears, even as he approached the group chatting to themselves. They were familiar to him, but not familiar enough to where he would attempt to strike a conversation. He wasn't a conversationalist anyway, and he doubted they would want to speak with someone like him anyway. Once he glanced up at the sky, he lowered his hands, seeing as how he was safe for now. Dakota tugged at the sweater he wore, an article of clothing that was horrible for this kind of weather, and remained silent as he watched them.

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    Jinora glanced towards Cair. The former medic was very open and very friendly - Jinny was happy to have her as a friend. The brunette gently picked up Furryfoot, and set her rabbit on her knee. The bunny squirmed, and tucked his nose back under his foot. His enormous, furry, foot. "Hello, Cair." Jinora greeted slowly, trying for a smile. It was a little forced, and didn't last very long.


    Shifting again, she watched Cain as he sat down in front of them. Her lip trembled. Seeing him just made her think of Wednesday all over again. It caused her to remember the excitement that had coursed through both Wednesday and herself when Cain had first kissed her - god, it all seemed like yesterday. Jinora brushed underneath her eye with a finger, though no tear had fallen. She nodded at his question, which tied into her response for Cair's. "I wish they would stop - celebrating right now seems...I'm not sure. Disrespectful, maybe?" Jinora murmured, fingering Furryfoot's ear.


    Noticing Dakota, Jinora didn't want to leave him out. Even in a bad mood, she didn't want to be rude. "Hello," She said, looking in his direction. Her voice cracked, and she sounded miserable, but she didn't want to just have him sit on the edge of the circle and unfamiliar with everyone. Jinny had been a like that at one point - it wasn't fun.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]Fireworks happened to terrify Jericho. He couldn't really remember what they'd looked like when he was young and still had his sight, but now they just sounded like explosions- and those weren't very kind on his ears, which were finely tuned to hearing every tiny sound in order to help him maneuver around in his daily life.


    The boy had been searching for familiar voices to stick near when he stumbled upon the group, most of whom he didn't know terribly well, yet it seemed that was as good as it would get, since the lanky teen was already headed their way. "H-hey," Jericho murmured as he halted, flinching at another boom, though his hands remained at his sides, the right clutching his cane and the left seemingly going over some strange movement with his fingers in what appeared to be a nervous manner. He did appear rather rattled, but such loud environments as this one had that effect.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 11px; font-family: century gothic; text-align: justify; color: white; width: 400px;]★ Once upon a time, Talia loved fireworks, at the way they brightened up the sky in a series of flashes, sparks, and explosions-- it all seemed so chaotic and visual and alive. The noise, the smell, the sight, it all made her feel like she was actually living, because she could hear its pop, smell its smoke, see its beauty. But things change, so do people. Talia found that she could hardly look at the fireworks anymore, instead allowing it to light up the path she took as she walked her way towards the forming group.


    "Bro," she greeted, standing next to her brother and bumping her shoulder against his lightly. She eyed Jinora curiously, listening to the younger girl's words. Something about celebrations and being disrespectful. Disrespecting who? "What's on your mind, Ji? A penny for your thoughts?"


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    [align=center][font=georgia]FALLEN ANGEL, with a BROKEN ARROW
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    Cain paused at Jinny's words, and realized a moment too late what she meant. Oh. He'd forgotten that the medic didn't have the benefit of hijacked emotions or willful disconnect; that losing CaraLynn to her had been like losing Hospy to him - a sister connected through soul bonds and common wavelengths. It was quieting, and it made him frown slightly when he reached for Hospy out of reflex. She was still distant, still just a little bit out-of-touch after he shoved her away, and it was unsettling.


    Jericho's arrival distracted him before he could find the words to respond, and after a beat he reached out to touch the boy's wrist lightly, picking up on the distress. "Hey, Jeri," he greeted, wincing apologetically as there was another pop outside. "Sorry, this should be the last round. Almost over." Maybe next time he should check before lighting off explosives. It seemed like the majority of the Tidal inhabitants were opposed to fireworks, which was sort of a blunder on Cain's part.


    He had his drink almost to his mouth again with Talia arrived, and he blinked as her nudge sent about half of it over his clothes. "Sis," he returned dryly with a crooked smile in wry amusement as he traded hands, shaking out the now-wet one at her. Her question made him pause, and he sighed lightly before offering quietly, "She means Wednesday."
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-size: 11px; font-family: century gothic; text-align: justify; color: white; width: 400px;]★ Talia offered her brother a smile, but it quickly dropped at the mention of a name. Wednesday. CaraLynn. Who would forget that angelic little tyke? She never voiced it out before, but she had lots of respect for CaraLynn (especially since CaraLynn was the pioneer of the Malia ship). She looked down at her combat boots, remembering her-- she would never be forgotten. "I almost forgot that she was..." Her voice trailed off into silence, unwilling to continue. She noticed the drink in her brother's hand and aimed to steal it from him, wanting to get a swig of it herself.


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    Clinton strode up, she honesty had no reason to be here, and was not entirely sure as to why indeed she was around these parts, and halting beside Cains, it was... interesting to her, though she was no psychologist, and she honestly had no idea why the hell she was here... what her reasoning behind it was. The young lady of few words pursed her lips with the effort of trying to figure out what...ever she was trying to figure out.


    "Hey guys." She mumbled a greeting, mostly to the ground, her hands shoved in her pockets.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify]It seemed Cain had sensed his distress, although to be fair it was rather obvious. Jericho wasn't exactly good a hiding his emotions. The white-haired boy flushed at both the touch and his words, not wanting to be rude about his dislike for the fireworks, as he knew they were Cain's doing. "Oh! N-no, it's, um, th-they're fine, ah..." he trailed off, still appearing a little sheepish. In attempt not to flinch as the next went off, he instead tensed which was, unfortunately, nearly just as visible. Jeri ducked his head a little before his blind gaze flickered over the others as he tried to push his attention on something (or someone) else.
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