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[Kellin Anderson]

Kellin sat by the window, his eyes locked on his French Vanilla with regrets of purchasing it. If only he knew he wasn't going to drink it... Kellin neglected to take his medication this morning, and it really did have a big affect on him, like it always should, and he really wasn't happy at all. It was very visible to the customers at the cafe as well, for the dead expression on his face showed how he felt- about absolutely nothing. It's unfortunate how depression can affect a person so much, and even worse was his medication wasn't working well anymore, and he hasn't smiled in a long time. It was almost as if he forgot how.

Kellin bit onto his right snake piercing, his blue eyes losing their colour as it watche the steam rise from his hot drink. His fingers intertwined with each other and occasionally punched his skin on purpose. The little ounces of pain distracted him from all of the negative thoughts flowing through for a couple seconds. It felt nice. After a while of sitting in silence the other chair across from him pulled out and someone sat in it. For a moment, Kellin didn't pay any attention but the person didn't seem to want to either, so he lifted his head, the emotional pain spreading through his expression as he looked the person in the eye. "Hi.."

[Charlotte H. Rayland]

It seemed Charlie had become a regular patron of the small, homely, little cafe. She just liked to be here, there was no reason for her to order anything, even if she had the money for it, which she did. But even so, she never found it needed. So, she just came, sat down, and usually just sat by the window.
Today of course, she was here for the same reason as any other and entered the door in a strange little attire. She wore a silver, long sleeve undershirt with a black vest on top and yellow jeans. But she did not go out without her black top hat and matching cane. She was an odd girl for sure, attire, personality, and even her actual appearance. Charlotte was a very small and petite person, but with an abnormally large bust in her curves. She had long, dark hair and changing eyes, today they were a solid gray. It was funny, her eyes reflecting her moods, today it matches the sky, a pale grey. It hadn't snowed yet nor had it rained, both things she was grateful for of course. She always hated it when her clothes got wet and itchy, she got real grumpy about that.
She opened the door, her cane in hand as she pushed the glass door open and welcomed the rush of cool air that followed.
Unfortunately, the cafe was quite crowded and nearly every table was filled with couples and small families, business men and the likes. She gave a small sigh and looked around more thoroughly, any seat would do really.
Charlotte found it, just one, and it was one in the corner of course, one of its occupants being a tall male. She gave a big huff, she was never very find if the opposite gender, the exception being her half brother and father. Either way, she was still going to sit there, like it or not.
She walked over, holding the black stick behind her back as she took the seat across from him, a grim expression on her face as her grey eyes stared out the window at a reflecting colored shade. Charlie would rather not make any communication, small talk or otherwise, by it seemed he had other ideas. Which of course was slightly expected, the human race was so strange sometimes...
"Hey.." She answered back in a light tone, her gaze unwavering from the window, the dark clouds rolling across the sky and dotting the weak sun in its reign.

[Kellin Anderson]

The girl spoke, and he knew she didn't want to talk to him. Well, who would? He wasn't exactly the friendliest-looking person after all. However, it wasn't like that at all. Kellin was one of the nicest people anyone would ever meet, well, only if he liked you. Otherwise it would be in their best interest to back up slowly and never make eye contact with him. Instead of trying to converse with the stranger, he looked at all the people around them in the cafeteria. They all seemed to all be smiling, enjoying their time here together, even the people he witnessed arrive alone seemed to be talking to people. But than there was Kellin, sitting by the window with a stranger who didn't care for him. How ironic.

What did it feel like to smile with true joy and bit have to fake it? It's been a while since he's experienced that feeling. Maybe he never will ever again. The steam from his untouched French Vanilla was starting to ease down, and Kellin didn't want to let it go to waste like that, for he would feel so bad about these people taking the time to make his drunk and just letting it go to waste. The girl in front of him didn't have any food or drink in front of her, maybe she'd want it? He slowly slid the drink foreword, not trying to appear all awkward and suspicious at all. "You can have this if you want. I bought it but never drank from it yet. I probably won't anyway, so you can have it..."

[Charlotte H. Rayland]

She chuckled silently as the sky began to cry in tears of rain, the reign of its vast expanse breaking through and pattering against the window pane. A slight smirk making an appearance on her face as she stayed silent. Charlotte wasn't rude, just reluctant to talk to others. He seemed to be like that as well, although it had surprised her a bit to hear him say something.
Then again, she was he one of say down randomly, so perhaps a conversation was intimate. Her pale eyes took a glance at the one across from her, a dark looking character with piercing a and tattoos and what not. But it didn't stop her yet. Charlotte had tattoos as well, but probably not for the same reasons as his. Her's were ceremonial markings, ranks among her kind or something like that. Honestly all that shit she could barely remember now, the rules or whatever. She could careless by now.
Her gaze returned to the window and the rain poured harder, a sprinkle going into a drizzle, making the sidewalk shine in the neon sign's glow.
Charlie barely even heard the male talk, but she felt the light touch of the warm saucer against her wrist. She turned and looked at the him, "You don't want it..." It was more of a statement than a question really, and she followed it up of course.
"I'll take it I guess..." Her small hands curled around the warm cup, the other hand cupping the small saucer as she brought the lip of the cup to her lips. It was sweet, a taste she would rather not have had, but oh well. It was quite good anyhow.
"Thank you. But I do sincerely apologize if this becomes uncomfortable. I can leave if it is of that kind of importance." Charlotte spoke with a light and polite tone, the way she was taught of course. Father had always had a knack for manners, her's especially. She took another sip of the drink, again it wasn't her sort of beverage, but she could spice it up later when she went home or whatever. And, if the guy wanted her to leave. The cafe was still brimming with customers, but the crowd was starting to thin out as humans rushed out into the rain to hurry home.

[Kellin Anderson]

Kellin was glad she took the drink offering. Now he didn't waste any money, and it felt good that he spent money on someone else. He smiled faintly when she accepted it, and his head turned back the window for a moment, staring off into space like he was before. Almost for a moment, he was thinking, completely brain dead and blocking out every word said by people. Despite his already torturing depression, the rain just made it worse, knowing the the rain was already a depressing part of the weather. He let out a long sigh, biting on his snake bite for a moment, but than his attention turned back to the stranger, asking him if he wanted her to leave.

"No, no. You can stay here its fine." He replied, with another faint smile. He really didn't mind her company at all, in fact, in a way he enjoyed it. Even though there wasn't much of a conversation between the two individuals, at least she didn't mind sitting with him. At least she wasn't scared of an emo-looking kid who looked as if he wanted to die. Kellin glanced at her again, running his fingers through his swept bangs and fixing the black beanie rested on his head, making sure she enjoyed the French Vanilla. It started to grow a little awkward between them, and he felt like he needed to start a conversation with her, for he wasn't going to sit err in silence with someone else. "I'm Kellin. What's you'e nayme?" He asked, his British accent starting to emerge in his voice.

[Charlotte H. Rayland]

She let her gaze wander around, the ice was beginning to melt between them, which was neither bad nor good, a sort of mutual feeling. Charlotte returned the small smile and stared at her drink in a sort of embarrassed way.
she took note of his slightly saddened expression and matched it with her own. Charlotte wasn't a depressed girl, nor was she an attention hog, she was just average. She had an odd personality and considered herself a pessimist of some sort. Things saddened her on an emotional level, where she could always sort of relate to someone's story or scenario. But it wasn't always the case..
Her grey eyes started to turn a slight brown tint as she listened to him confirm that she was welcome. She nodded and smiled, taking the occasional drink from her French Vanilla, as she now identified the taste and the drink's color to the picture on the menu. Charlie looked up and smiled at his name. Kellin was unique to her, she had met many people in her travels, but never by such a name as Kellin.
"I'm Charlotte, but you can call me Charlie or Lottie." She preferred to be called Charlie since usually only her father or brother called her Lottie, and that was only occasionally. But beggars could not be choosers, as the human phrase went at least. She got the signal that she wasn't going to remain silent from here on out, which was okay. Sometimes, even being a loner, she liked a good chat.

[Kellin Anderson]

As she spoke he felt his mind working towards a different need for the little bag rolled up in his jacket pocket. It wasn't his intentions in any way, but things happen, right? However he wasn't going to be rude to this girl and leave her for his own wants. "You have a lovely name." He complimented, another faint smile forming on his lips. "I've never met anyone with a name like you's, yet at the same toime I don't know that many people in the first place." Kellin was starting to grow irritated with his accent and tried to wipe it away, even though people tend to enjoy the British Origins in may ways. He wasn't sure if she enjoyed his accent but he wasn't about to take any risks or irritating her.

For a brief moment, Kellin actually scanned her appearance, feeling as if he hasn't been paying attention to her the way she was to him. She looked friendly, but shy, as he has already figured out prior to the actual conversation. She may even be a little intimidated by him, despite the fact that he was harmless towards women. At least he knows how to treat them right, unlike the few people he knew. The sad part was that women would let themselves be mistreated. It's disgusting. As these thoughts raced through his head, he bit onto his snake ring again, looking at the table for a moment before his head the Ed back to her.

[Charlotte H. Rayland]

She chuckled lowly, she found his accent more amusing than irritating. It was cute even, she smiled back, her shoulders quaking in small laughs. Charlotte gulped down the rest of the drink to quiet her little giggle fits. Charlotte was fine with accents, it told her a lot about him and what he was like depending on it. Audio was an important thing when communicating.
Flirting was a sport she excelled in, but when someone advanced too she found herself recoiling back. She always found a way to push them away, she didn't want to get hurt. In most situations where boy met girl, one always got harmed, either emotionally or physically. She lowered her gaze, the brownish tint of her eyes growing to a full on chocolate brown. It was a sign of two things, her shyness, but also of being warmed.
"Y-Your name is pretty unique too. Sleeping With Sirens right?" She felt her skin warm to the words spewing out if her mouth. What was she saying?!
Charlotte took a deep breath to calm herself down.
"And even I you haven't met that many people. Your life isn't over jut yet, so you might still have a lot of people to meet. Your not too bad yourself." She pointed out, leaning back in her chair with a smile. She listened to the light patter of the rain hitting the window, she loved the rain, but she didn't like getting wet. It was weird, but it was also understandable. The rain was soothing to her ears, and made her stress seem to melt away. But if she got wet, things got uncomfortable and the whole situation ironed stressful in itself.

[Kellin Anderson]

Kellin but into his snake bites again, a cute little smirk on his lips as she rambled a little about his name. Kellin was actually very find of the band 'Sleeping with Sirens'. In fact, that band saved his life at the age of fifteen. It was also a good way for people to remember his name, especially girls, side it was the name as the lead singer many girls drool over. Kellin still listens to Sleeping with Sirens a lot. He maybe wouldn't have by the person he was without their music. "Just like Kellin Quinn!" He agreed with a little chuckle. "That's usually how people are able to remember my name, and frankly I'm a huge fan of the band myself."

The young man try came to a liking for this girl. She was sweet, and he really didn't regret talking to her at all. The cafe was almost cleared, only a few remaining people saying to actually eat, and the rest have scurried away to their homes so they wouldn't have to deal with the rain later. Kellin wouldn't mind walking around in the rain at all, especially with Charlie. He made a friend today, and when the rain gets to his hair it was actually look like Kellin Quinn's Hair, maybe that will please her with a good laugh. Kellin used to wear his hair like that, but a while back he got into a swooped look he was run his fingers through.

[Charlotte H. Rayland]

She giggled along with him. Charlotte liked music, she was a real jazz fan, but she belonged to a wide variety of music groups. Even rap, although there were only a choice few in which she was fond over. It was the same for country music, Charlotte liked smooth music; R&B, Jazz, Blues, and sometimes even Pop if it had the right melody. But nothin beat e'm like classic Rock n' Roll.
"I am actually quite new to the band. I stick to more smooth beats if you know what I mean, but I like all genres." She clicked her fingers against the table in a small tune she learned. Her father was always a nutcase when it came to musical talent, he taught her mostly string and piano, so it was normal for her to start tapping a song into a surface.
She paused, looking up at the surroundings, the area was pretty deserted now, only a few stragglers left behind in the wake. She smiled, Charlotte could get up and move now, but what kind if person would she be if she did?
"So, I guess your fami-" she stopped midway through her sentence. Perhaps it would be best if she left the subject of family out of the conversation. She knew she wouldn't feel very comfortable speaking of hers, even if she was the problem child among them. Charlie never really blamed them, but she couldn't help but feel some sort of remorse for her parent.
"Forget it, your business is your business alone. I won't pry."
Everyone had their secrets, a lesson she learned early in her childhood. Whether they were silly, humiliating, or dark, a secret was a secret, not 'buts' about it. People felt naturally uncomfortable when you struck a vulnerable point, so she avoided those subjects. It was just the polite thing to do.
"So Kellin, what brings you to the cafe? Obviously not for the drinks." She glanced at the empty cup next to her arm, letting out an amused giggle. It wasn't quite the food people came here for rather than the atmosphere itself.

[Kellin Anderson]

"Than you mustn't have heard their song Roger Rabbit. It's such a beautiful song, nice and slow. I'm a fan of slower songs as well, it's more fun to learn on he guitar." Kellin did play guitar, and in fact, he was quite good at it as well. The young man would never play in the town for money or to show off, but instead on the roof of his one floor house and simply in his room. Kellin was rather shy from the start. He bit into his snake bites for the seventh or so time, feeling it was already becoming a nasty habit for them. However he knew a lot of individuals with snakes bite them too, so, whatever. As he fixed his beanie resting on the too of his head he listened to her question, and just like the question she avoided, he was also placed in a weak spot.

What would he say to that? The answer was simple: he couldn't find his antidepressant pills and he wasn't happy, or at least happier than he usually was, and he was sick of his life and needed to come here, thinking it would be much calmer, but it wasn't, and it frightened him. But sadly, he couldn't just say that! Kellin hated talking about his depression. "I guess I just came here to think for a little, maybe have a little drink. But obviously that didn't work out well for me. Well, the drink anyway. Talking to you is pretty nice I have to say."

[Charlotte H. Rayland]

She shook her head, "I have in fact heard it and I do enjoy it." She loved that song, who was she kidding? Charlotte loved songs with meaning, songs that told stories and fantasies of better or worse times than now. Roger Rabbit by Sleeping With Sirens, the only sing she loved more than that one was If You Can't Hang.
Her eyes flashed with realization as she unknowingly struck another nerve. She read his uncomfortable expression and blushed deeply with embarrassment, it seemed her words were all in vain. "I apologize." She mumbled just barely audible.
"But I can relate, sometimes the noise and bustle of some things just makes me crack, you know? Holding back all the hurt and anger, it's nice to just let go." Ah spoke with a clear voice, her tone slightly sad but sincere. Charlotte stared at the window, she remembered as a child cheering on the falling drops as they raced down the pane. She usually lost for some reason and pretended that use just lost a whole bunch of money. Charlotte smiled fondly and traced a finger against the trail of a falling drop of rain.
Maybe, she could just let loose...
"Kellin, do you have any……umm…abilities…?" Her voice was small as she spoke. She wanted to know, just oh of curiosity, whether he was human or not didn't matter now. It may have mattered earlier, but she felt a relaxation between them, like a similarity. Maybe not completely, but in some way or another.
Charlotte took a slow breath and leaned back in her seat. "I'm sorry, my mouth is about as big as my head, you don't have to answer that..." Why was she so stupid with words? Why couldn't she be one of those big motivational speakers, cheering on the crowd and lifting morales. That was an ideal job, to encourage the good? Sure it contradicted her own source of power, but if she though about it, it didn't really matter.

[Kellin Anderson]

"I swear, Sleeping with Sirens have shaped me into the person I am today." He said, looking at the rain in sync with his new friend. It's pretty awesome how they found something uncommon with each other, especially the fact that they both likes the band that saved Kellin's fragile life. It made him smile softly to himself, this smile lasting quote a while with a little laugh. On the outside it was hard to find the reason, but in the inside it was just because he felt a little boost in his mood tone talking to someone he actually enjoyed having around. It was a rare thing for him, for he was usually anti-social, thanks to his mood disorder.

"Abilities?" He repeated, slowly shaking his head in response. "No I don't... Sadly. I'm all human." He replied, resting his cheek on his fist, his blue eyes looking curiously at her. "Do you?" He asked, his pinky finger swirling around in the space of his stretched earlobe. He was fully aware of the extraordinary beings with amazing powers inhabiting the city, and he was very jealous of them. It would be amazing to have powers for sure, being able to know you're a powerful being amount the rest of them.

[Charlotte H. Rayland]

She hesitated, did she want to tell him? Could she even do that? She began to slowly nod, lifting her sleeve slightly to show a small swirling pattern that creeped around her wrists. "I do." She said almost sadly. She envied him, to be regular, not her, she was he oddball, the outcast for even her kind she was the bad seed. Her eyes avoided his but she smiled, "I never asked to be of course, guess that's just life." She looked up her eyes seceding back to a silvery grey.
Charlotte hand told him everything, just what she needed to tell. Like earlier, everyone had secrets, no matter how small. "Oh look at me getting all sappy. I can be quite a party pooper." She said leaning against her hand with a watchful expression.
Her moodiness got the best of her again…
She paused, opening her mouth as if she wanted to say something, then it closed. What did she want to say? Charlie looked around for her cane, spotting it on the chair where she left as she swept it up and shortened it with a small flourish of her hands. She smiled deviously and pointed the stick at him, "Do you like magic?" She could at help but wear a shit-eating grin as she said it. Charlotte could be quite the little magician, with or without her little powers.

[Kellin Anderson]

Kellin seemed a little confused. He didn't quite understand how she could hate having powers, making it seem like such a disadvantage in life. If Kellin had any special powers he would use it to his advantage. In his eyes it would be an amazing life- much better and enjoyable than the one he has. "I don't think you're being sappy... If you're sad about something you could always talk to me. I'll listen." He replied, smiling a little. During his worsening years following up to his suicide attempt he had no one to talk to, and he couldn't help but wish to help people who aren't happy about something, for he wouldn't want the same thing to happen to them like him.

Than she pulled out a cane, and asked to perform a magic trick for him. He wasn't going to day no. When Kellin was younger, he would always perform magic tricks for his mother, for at the time his father didn't like him wasting time on false illusions. He was forced to pack up his magic for good. He hasn't performed a trick since than. "I used to perform magic tricks for my mother. I'd love to see a magic trick." Now he was thinking of showing his autistic little sister how to perform magic tricks, bringing back the magic spirit again.