The Stars That Shine Above (Private, Me and Shady Lady)

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    "It's not funny!" he exclaimed quite seriously, but then he, too, exploded into a fit of laughter.


    (OOC: I just remembered he still has a roommate. They might make a random appearance soon haha)

    Clary couldn't help but keep laughing. She was smiling for the first time in years. "That was halarious!"
    (XD Oh, yeah! I forgot! LOL)

    "I'm glad you thought so, lucky I didn't make my coffee yet or you'd be drenched in scalding hot liquid..." he laughed.


    (OOC: I'm thinking of making a free digital artwork shop...would you be interested in requesting something?)

    Clary grinned and absently played with her hair. "May I have some, please?" She fiddled with the end of the too long borrowed shirt.
    (Yes! Of course! :))

    She thought for a second. "Uh, sugar, I guess." Clary blushed as her stomach growled loudly.
    (Oh, goody! ;) Checking it out now!)

    "Alright." he said, after he set up the coffee. He turned towards the fridge, opening it. "Do you like cereal?" he asked, spying some milk and knowing for sure that he had Lucky Charms or something in the cupboards.(is that really how it's spelt? Cup board? Really?)

    Clary shrugged. "I never really ate cereal but I guess." She yawned again and laughed loudly. "You know that you're still half naked, right?"(Yeah IKR?! Why do people make words spelt to darn weird? XD)

    (It makes me second guess myself whenever I type them! haha)


    "Oh...yeah. Welp. I should, erm, go get into something suitable for other people..." he laughed. "But first, cereal." he took the milk out of the fridge and fumbled though the cupboards, pulling out some cereal. He got a bowl out and waved. "Help yourself, I'll be right back."

    Clary laughed again. "Alright." She looked at the cereal and fixed it up, eating it slowly.

    The mess of blankets on the blow-up bed moved and made a groaning noise, as Alex began to wake up, but was still quite asleep at the same time.

    Clary spun around, instantly alert. This was her first reaction to anything that alarmed her, for she grabbed her knife from its sheath on her thigh and she redeadied herself for an attack. This was what ussually happened when something like that spooked her. The person was ussually a mugger or a murderer.

    The thing, or rather, person sat up from the mess of blankets. It had fluffy, misshapen, mangled brown hair and eyes that looked like almond-shaped chips of amber. She brought her hand to her lips, which had blood on them from biting them in her sleep, and stared at her hand after bringing it away.
    She ran a bony hand through her hair, bringing her mane out of her face, and untangled herself from her blankets. Suddenly, she spotted Clarissa, wielding a knife, an her bloody mouth gaped.
    "K-Kolby?" she called, her eyes flicking from the hallway to the strange girl.

    Clary's instinct came out. You see, when you lived in a place always raided by theives or r*pists, growing up on nothing but jealously and want, you ended up like her. She snarled like a wild animal and glared at the girl. Her bright green eyes flickered with slight anger and total jealously.

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    How did she get inside? Is she going to murder us all? Is she going to rob us? Doesn't she know we don't have anything of value? she asked herself in her head, which was spinning. She was beginning to hyperventilate, her breathing fast and short.
    "Where's Kolby?" she asked quietly, her voice soft and almost polite despite how scared breathless she was.

    Clary took a step forward and it was easy to imagine a feline with its ears againset it's head and a hiss rising from the cats throat. The knife glinted but was rusted over from the many times she had had to use it. Her heart pounding, every part of her mind and self told her to stop and to calm down, and that there was no reason to be jealous or possesive because Kolby wasn't hers. If only he was... Still, the idea of another girl there brought the previous homeless girl to frustrated, angry tears.
    (Okie dokie :))

    She was crouched like a feral beast, snarling. She didn't even glance up. The thing was, it wasn't just because she was jealous, even though she now knew they were related, but it was also that side of her that told her to hold her ground and stay alert no matter what happened.

    "...Clarissa?" he inched closer, his palms turning slightly sweaty. He placed a hand on her shoulder, preparing himself to get attacked. But that was better than his sister, right?

    Clary gasped and dropped the knife. It clattered to the floor, barely missing her toes by an inch. She sank down to the ground and tried not to burst out into rib-racking sobs in front of him and his sister. "I'm sorry....."