Endless Diamond Sky|| Alex ||

[EZEKIEL KLYDE HARVILLE]

The day had been hot, the sun had been bright, and the wind had been blowing. It was a relatively perfect day when Ezekiel left his home early that morning, Arlo perched groggily on his shoulder. The Peregrine hated mornings, oddly enough. In fact, the bird hardly ever left his make-shift nest until noon or after. But, the morning was just too nice to ignore, so there he found himself, cradling the bird for a good half of the morning while he went up his morning routine before the Falcon was finally awake enough to stay firmly on his shoulder.

Many thought Ezekiel was stupid for keeping the bird instead of releasing him back into the wild, but it wasn't like he'd really had a choice. Arlo had broken both of his wings two years before -- the bird falling from the sky was a blessing in disguise. Arlo saved his life in more than one way, just as he had saved the bird's life. Arlo gave him hope. Arlo gave him something to live for. By now, the bird was fit to leave, but after two and a half years living together, neither were ready to say good bye -- and perhaps they never would be. Where ever one was, the other was right there with 'em.

Together the two wandered around the town, exploring and adventuring, oblivious to the world around them. But, then the began to rise and the sun began to fall. Darkness fell across the land, midnight closing in as the shadows expanded. "C'mon, Arlo... Let's head back..." he whispered to the bird, hand on the knife he always kept tucked in his pocket. The bird nibbled on his ear affectionately in reply and the two headed back towards the house. But, then Ezekiel made a detour, a frown marring his handsome face as he turned in the direction of the park, not truly ready to return to his brother's house.

Sure, he loved all of his older brothers, he'd die for each and every one of them -- but it wasn't just them at the house. No, Adler and Adalin were there too, and each and every day he had to see them. he had to watch their perfect lives play out in front of his own eyes, and he hated it. Arlo flapped his wings just slightly, swatting the young shifter in the face with his feathers. Ez rolled his eyes and lifted a hand, soothing it over the bird as he slumped to the ground underneath a large oak tree.

"What do you think, buddy? S'not fair, is it?" he murmured softly, a frown settling and his brows furrowing. He hated his younger siblings, though he wasn't completely sure why. He knew it wasn't their fault they were born, but it was them coming into the world that had changed everything. Call him selfish, but he blamed them for it. He fished the worn silver harmonica from his trousers and stared at it for a moment before pulling it to his lips.

Arlo leapt up and took flight just as the first note tumbled from the instrument. A soft, dark melody rang into the mostly empty park while Arlo dove and twirled gracefully in the air. He watched the falcon as it dipped around people, barely missing running head first into a few patrons. Ezekiel's shoulders shook with silent laughter as his companion raced daringly around the people, the constant stream of notes never faltering as he watched the bird carefully.

[ALEXANDRA JAYE MORGEN]

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Here I go again the blame
The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame
The founding fathers of our plane
That's stuck in heavy clouds of rain

It was all starting to fall down now. Things weren't working right anymore. Things weren't falling into place like they used to, back in Michigan. Why did she ever move in the first place? Why didn't she go back? That's it, she should just go back right now! Leave this shit-hole behind and just... leave. Rainer was back there, her sister was back there, even her shitty father was back there. Nobody cared for her here. Nobody wanted her. And with the war, things just... stopped working. Nothing was working. Her friggin' PLANS that she was kinda KNOWN FOR weren't working. Seriously, she was injured in her last job. She can't get injured. She wasn't allowed to be injured. She had to be better than that... But she wasn't. Not here.

Needless to say, when Alex was nearly smacked in the face by a bird in the middle of her internal ravings, she was... confused. And a bit angry. And a bit undone. 'Really? A bird? I... what?'

[/b] She watched the creature circling around, looking for food, perhaps. A small, bittersweet smirk graced her lips. 'What is my life coming to when I can't even bitch and moan to myself without a stupid bird hitting me in the face?' She saw the bird, 'a falcon, probably,' alight on some guy's shoulder. Was it his falcon? Should she ask? 'What the hell. Why not.' She would later realize that it was her serious loneliness that made her talk to the guy, and not the bird at all, but she would never admit this. After all, Alexandra Jaye Morgen doesn't get lonely. Nor does she feel any emotion. Ever. It could cost her her life, you know. Backstabbing people does that sometimes.

A quick walk-jog and she was behind the dude. She always preferred walking up behind someone, gives her an edge. He had a harmonica out and was playing some melody she never heard before. 'What a hippy.'[/b] She rolled her eyes before tapping the guy on the shoulder. The one without the falcon, of course. She didn't want her fingers pecked off or something.

"Hello!" She began, "I'm Alexandra Morgen. You can call me Alex. Or Jaye. I don't care, just not my first name because it takes forever and you're not my mother." With one hand behind her back and one hand raised for a hand shake from the stranger, she waited for his response. Once again, when she was home and safe and less lonely she would realize that she was being way too nice to the dude from the start, but once again she would bury that thought and play it off. Maybe this guy wouldn't be one of those that would back stab her like she did to so many others. Maybe.
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[ALEXANDRA JAYE MORGEN]

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Here I go again the blame
The guilt, the pain, the hurt, the shame
The founding fathers of our plane
That's stuck in heavy clouds of rain

He had an accent of... something, Alex heard. It was kinda obvious English wasn't his first language. But she really couldn't make out what the accent was. It surely wasn't British, not really Scottish, nor any of the Norse countries... German? Nahh... Italian? Maybe... She knew it would bother her, but she let it go for now. "I prefer to not keep secrets when I have the chance, Mr. Accent." A small but real smile showed itself on her lips. "Besides, I doubt some guy a kamikaze bird is gonna start anything." But if he did, she could take him. Or run. Running was always a good option. Less scars that way. Unless she screwed it up again, which she had been doing lately... heck, if this guy annoyed her, she'd just find where he lived and steal from him or something. Nothing says 'fuck you' like stealing someone's identity.

Alex took a few seconds to study the man before her while they shook hands. He was athletic and strong-looking, which tipped her off to being something besides just a regular, boring ol' human. Humans were generally fat and lazy, and usually had some smell of grease on them. He smelled... different. Maybe it had something to do with his accent, like his family didn't eat the usual food around here. Maybe he just didn't like greasy food. But in Manuka, it was better to assume the person before you was more than what they seemed. Even in a park that usually only contained humans. And especially at night. She looked up, subtly looking at the moon. 'Not full tonight. Good. Not sure how this guy would take it... if he's even human."

[/i] She glanced at the man towering over her. 'Which, let's face it, in Manuka, chances are, he probably isn't.'[/i]

She studied him closer, trying to determine what species he would be. She ruled out a vampire immediately. They usually smelled... wrong. Like death, really. Just before the decaying part. And he wasn't a ghost, because those people didn't have a smell, yet this guy did. There wouldn't be any reason for the winged angel's to be around here... they had a war to fight. All the others were fair game. She really wanted to ask him, but if he was human and oblivious, this could get really awkward, really fast.

But the overgrown songbird's antics made Alex stop her train of thought. "He's so cute!" Alex coo'd at the feathered fluff ball. She would pet it with her finger or something, but she had a knack with animals hating her. Maybe it's because her furry self liked to eat them. Oh well. "I think you and I are going to be good friends, Arlo. You could always ditch your human for me, you know." She spoke with a wry smile, glancing at the newly-named Ezekiel as she did so. "Though I don't think Vixie would like you too much." She looked back at the bird and gave him a wink. "I didn't know falconry was a thing here in Manuka. Are you from here, Sir Ezekiel?" She looked at him fully now, with an arch in her eyebrows that would look comedic on any other person.
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