; -- a party [ W I T H O U T ] the people. {KEEP}

[willow !]

KYLE XAVIER BARAKAT![/color]
let it roll; our time is fleeting, so we take control.

Weekends were always the best, it seemed. Although New York City was often considered "the city that never sleeps," the weekends brought a little more hustle and bustle to the area, but with a slightly different vibe. The weekends held leisure and cheer, especially within the expansive reaches of the acclaimed Central Park. There was tons to do inside the park, which made it a cheery Saturday getaway for just about anyone.

Ah, Kyle had definitely decided on spending his Saturday evening in Central Park... but his time-wasting activity was a lot different than the general population's. All of his buddies had found themselves with plans--which majorly sucked. As a result, Kyle found himself with his tush parked on a well-fashioned park bench, between two gunmetal-colored lampposts.

The dark-haired boy shrugged deeper into his gray hoodie, brown eyes intensely focused downwards... into the palms of his slightly-calloused hands. His hands contained one thing, and one only--his old lime-green Gameboy color. He had decided to whip it out and play some Pokemon Crystal, just out of curiosity. Curiosity, as in he wasn't sure whether the cartridge still had some life left in it. Thankfully, it did. "Dammit, Raichu!" A yell spilled from his lips, eliciting strange glances from those around him.

[lady{Living Word}]

In the eyes of this angel....

...allow me to ascend with grace...

.

This particular weekend wasn't exactly the best of times for Rosemary to be going out on her own. She wasn't happy, hadn't been for months now. The only reason she was even out of her room or not in the music room was because her brothers purposely planted themselves outside both doors and told her they weren't allowing her in unless she spent the day somewhere else.

So she dug through her pockets for some change and took a bus downtown to Central Park, thinking she'd at least be able to relax there. Again, it wasn't her day. At first it was just fine, she was able to walk around, normal, and just enjoy the view basically. But as it always does, her visions decided to barge their way into her serenity time and hit like a train.

As soon as she felt the familiar pain in her shoulder as the pentagram there lit up, she hurried into a clump of trees and bushes, falling to her knees. Her eyes quickly lit up with white as the pentagram etched their way into them, spinning as a vision raced across her mind's eye like a bullet. The pain was so excruciating that she didn't even hear a guy nearby yell out about something over her own screams.

To her the pain was deafening, so she never knew when she screamed. All she felt was the agony that made her fall to her side, writhing on the ground as her wings burst forth from her back and shred the back of her shirt. The vision was passing over and over again like a broken record, too fast for details, but enough for her to know it was in the nearby future.

But there was nothing she could do but stay hidden in the bush with her wings wrapped around her shaking body, trying to quiet her cries until the pain went away.

[willow !]

KYLE XAVIER BARAKAT![/color]
let it roll; our time is fleeting, so we take control.

Although his Raichu had frustrated him moments earlier, it was now the cause of a triumphant smirk. The nonexistant, orange-furred creature had successfully whittled down the remains of the other trainer's last Pokemon. Kyle's grip on his lime-green handheld loosened slightly as a spine-chilling scream piercing the air. Peering curiously from behind his short fringe, he glanced around with dark-hued eyes. Just his luck. It seemed as if all of the other civilians were gone, now. And just as he heard screaming.

Maybe I'm crazy, he mused, a dry smirk tugging at his lips. Well, even more crazy that I thought.

He probably would have dismissed the previous noise as craziness, too, if it weren't for the screams that followed. Their volume was slightly softer, as if they were trying to be muffled. With a few clicks, Kyle saved his progress and pocketed the Gameboy. He reached upwards, pulling down his hood to try and increase his hearing. The cries became loud whimpers; the brunette's neck swiveled. The sound appeared to be coming from the shadows of a nearby patch of shubbery.

Without a trace of fear, he stepped towards the theorized source, parting the bushes with a swift movement. A girl, copper-skinned and pretty-faced, was huddled at the ground with wings wrapped around a shaking form. Tears streamed down her face. Huh. Maybe she goes to Solstice, too.

Kneeling down, Kyle pressed his fingertips to the girl's quivering forehead. With a gasp, he marveled at the pain-filled memories dwelling within her head. As to not appear rapist-like, he removed his hand. "Hi," he said, shaking his hair to the side. "What's a beautiful girl such as yourself doing in a place like this?"

[lady{Living Word}]

In the eyes of this angel....

...allow me to ascend with grace...

There was nothing she could do about the hand to her forehead, other than let her eyes snap open in surprise. The last thing she expected was for someone to find her and not run away. Her dark brown eyes with still white trim widened at the sight of a cream skinned brunette standing over her. Well, not exactly cream, but close enough, tinted with a little olive oil. However he looked, he was gorgeous to her and she just stared for a moment, not like she could do much else.

His question caught her off guard and she blinked a few times, trying to suppress the pain long enough to actually move off her side to look up at him. Her eyes flashed white at that moment, the vision making a zillionth lap across her mind. But this time a detail became apparent that she hadn't noticed before. Her eyes moved away from him to look over his shoulder at a tree above them, with a limp that was damaged and barely hanging out.

"Look out!" was all she managed to get out before she pushed past the pain and grabbed a hold of the guy, rolling them out of the way and using her body as a shield. A mere second later a breeze pushed the damaged branch to its brink and made it come crashing down beside them. The actual size of the branch was enough to do some major damage to either one of them, especially if he hadn't come when he did.

Clutching to this stranger, Rosemary had scrunched her eyes closed, not realizing that she was actually on top of the guy, her wings spread out to their full fifty feet to block the branch. That is...until she shifted and opened her eyes. "Uh...hi..." she answered meekly, slowly letting him go and backing away from him. Her shirt, because of her wings, was barely hanging onto her frame, so she crossed her arms over her torso, diverting her eyes to the ground.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean... It's hard to explain..." It took about another minute or two before her face gained a red hue. It just then occurred to her that he called her beautiful. And she was, once again, caught off guard.

[willow !]

KYLE XAVIER BARAKAT![/color]
let it roll; our time is fleeting, so we take control.

Although the statement was definitely cliche... it seemed to all happen so fast. So fast, in fact, that Kyle wasn't exactly sure what happened. The brunette inhaled deeply, piecing together broken fragments of thought. The girl's almond eyes had flashed ivory, as if her pupils had momentarily evaporated into nothingness. After her eyes reverted to their normal hue, her gaze had averted from his face; she began staring just above his shoulders.

"Look out!"

[/i] Her outcry seemed out-of-the-blue; coupled with her next move, it was almost bizarre. She leaped forwards, crashing into Kyle, and sent the two hurdling to the ground. He had squeezed his eyes shut--by instinct, of course--and held his breath momentarily. In a few moments, a large crash could be heard; he opened his eyes, marveling at the weighty branch of birch that lay mere inches from his head. Kyle slowly swiveled his neck, peering up at the girl.

Her slender hands were pressed to his chest, her eyes tightly closed. The wings that had formerly been wrapped around her body... well, they were shielding the two with their lengthy wingspan. One thing that became apparent when he blinked a few times was... um, her shirt. It appeared as if her wings had torn straight through the delicate article of clothing, leaving it hanging from her slender torso by a few frayed scraps of fabric.

She shifted, lifting her eyelids to expose her chocolate-colored optics. "Uh...hi..."[/i] The sentence spilled forth from her mouth in an awkward fashion; she straightened herself, blushed, and clung to her clothing. After a few moments, the rosy persuasion that colored her cheeks began to deepen. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean... It's hard to explain..."[/i]

Kyle picked himself from the ground, dusted himself off, and took a shot at a shaky smile. "Forget about it, uh... name. I'm Kyle, though. As I said before, what's a beautiful girl such as yourself doing here?"

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[lady{Living Word}]

In the eyes of this angel....

...allow me to ascend with grace...

The blush that had found her cheeks only deepened at the question and she clung to herself more. Her words were suddenly out of her reach, as if some magician had appeared and taken her voice and her tongue. All she could do was stared at him, slowly backing off until it popped into her mind: Tell him your name, you idiot... "Rosemary," she blurted out. "My name is Rosemary."

Moving to her feet, she had to look around her, trying to find some way of covering herself without being too apparent. Her bag was hidden within the bushes out of her sight, a spare shirt in there. But she had to answer his question first before anything else. Exactly how do you tell someone that you were hiding from the world because you were an obvious freak? Yeah... And the wings weren't exactly helping either.

"Um... I was... Well you see..." As she jumbled over her words, her wings folded back around her, almost like a shield, trying to hide her embarrassment. It took her taking a deep breath, using the air to calm her nerves before she could speak properly. "I was... having some trouble and... my wings were going to show... So I ducked in here... I didn't expect someone to find me..." she murmured, her eyes once more looking for the leather satchel she carried around with her.

[willow !]

KYLE XAVIER BARAKAT![/color]
let it roll; our time is fleeting, so we take control.

After giving her name, the girl--Rosemary--stumbled awkwardly over the remainder of her words. Kyle arched a straightly-angled eyebrow, his lips pulling up profoundly at the corners. Rosemary, huh? he mused, looking on as the teenage female glanced--inconspicuously, as he assumed she was trying to pull off--into the shrubbery that she had previously been nestled in. Rosemary.

Kyle rather liked two-part names of that sort. It was so much easier to compose creative nicknames, honestly. For instance, with the name 'Rosemary,' there were so many possibilities. He could recite them at the drop of a hat. Rose, Rosie, Ro-Ro, Mary, Ree, Maria... Maria. The name seemed to quell a few memories of his; no, not of an old girlfriend or a sister... or something of that sort. The memory of an old favorite movie. Yes, West Side Story.

The brunette shook his blonde-laced hair from his line of vision, angling his body towards one of the dark-hued lampposts. He leaped up and dug his sneakers into the smooth grooves of the metal object, latching a firm hold onto the slender post. "Mariaaaa, Mariaaaa," the boy sang, his voice powerful yet sweet. "I just met a girl named Mariaaaa. And, suddenly, the name will never be the same to meee." He peered down at the girl with the copper complexion once more. Need some help, babe? he thought, eyes rounding.

[lady{Living Word}]

In the eyes of this angel....

...allow me to ascend with grace...

.

While Rosemary was looking around the bush, trying to find her satchel, she found herself turning around when Kyle started singing. At first she was caught off guard, but then she remembered the musical and a smile quickly spread across her face. This boy is some kind of crazy, she couldn't help but think to herself, starting to laugh a little as she moved towards another bush.

Bingo! With a quickness, she snatched up the bag, hidden even more so before because of the branch that had fallen. Moving to her knees, she closed her eyes and took deep breaths. As if watching a movie when someone pressed paused and then fast forward, creating a slow motion effect, her wings shrank down and seemed to melt into her very skin, until they were once again ink in flesh. Since her shirt was non-existant at that point, it didn't take much for her to rummage through her bag, pull out a camouflage green tank top, toss the scrap inside, and pull the new cloth over bare flesh.

No, she doesn't wear bras, for all you perverts out there. When you have wings that pretty much rip anything you have on, plus the fact that, well, she was blessed but not that blessed, you have the perfect combination for such attire. Anyway, once she was dressed, she picked up her bag and walked timidly towards Kyle, a little bit better than before.

"Um...thanks... for coming to check on me... Usually people aren't that nice... Especially where I'm from..." As if on instinct, she drew her full lower lip into her mouth the chew on it slightly, a nervous tick. She barely recognized she does it half the time. "You like musicals? You're not half bad." You were wonderful...keep singing... was her real thought, but she wasn't going to tell him that. Music was definitely one way to tame that lioness real quick. Knocks her for a loop every time.

[willow !]

KYLE XAVIER BARAKAT![/color]
let it roll; our time is fleeting, so we take control.

Kyle remained atop the lamppost's base, enjoying the nice vantage point. Enjoying, well, until...

Awkward. Kyle was never the type to freeze up, but the aforementioned word pretty much summed up the next few seconds. Seeing as the way Rosemary's wings had melted--not folded--into her skin [and became a gracefully-curved tattoo on her shoulder-blades], his gaze was naturally transfixed upon the girl. Without the cover of the lengthy wings, Rose seemed a lot smaller... especially, as he had just realized, more bare. Her tattered shirt had almost completely disappeared from her frame, sending thoughts of Holyshitholyshitholyshit into Kyle's brain--the most obvious response from a boy of his age and stature.

After she had changed, the copper-skinned girl approached him and began to speak. "Half bad?" he asked, darkly-hued optics widening. "Honey, I'm all bad." His voice lifted up into a song--his tone, however, was slightly more humorous than his actual singing voice.

"My daddy beats my mommy,
My mommy clobbers me,
My grandpa is a commie,
My grandma pushes tea,
My sisters wears a moustache,
My brother wears a dress,
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess!"

Ceasing the WSS references, a wide grin stretched across his face, coloring his expression with glee. "Well, kinda. Just the good ones." He paused for a moment, allowing himself a little bit of time to hop off of his metal-cast perch. "I take it you're into acting, then? Or are you a musician?"

[lady{Living Word}]

In the eyes of this angel....

...allow me to ascend with grace...

.

Rosemary couldn't help but smile and laugh a little, listening to his rendition of a song from West Side Story. The few times she participated in theatre by playing the piano for musicals, you tend to become immersed into a whole new galaxy of opportunity. And, again, she was easily entranced by music of any kind. She loved it all. And she was just in love with his singing voice, even when he was playful. Like a moth to a flame.

"Musician. I play the piano so I've seen my share of musicals. Doubt I'd be much use actually in the play." Since she hadn't realized he saw her basically topless when she was changing her shirt, she was starting to relax and warm up a bit. Not likely he would learn too much about her, except where music was involved. But you never know. She tended to be nicer on the days she had visions. Can't exactly be mean to people when all the hurtful stuff was just pulled out of you by fifteen seconds of hell.

"What else are you into? Or are musicals just your thing?" she asked, tucking back a strand of hair as she slung her bag over her shoulder and adjusted it just right. For her anyway.

[willow !]

KYLE XAVIER BARAKAT![/color]
let it roll; our time is fleeting, so we take control.

"Sucks that you mentioned that, actually," the brunette replied in an off-hand manner, another grin painting his face. "Now that I know you've got some secret talent, you're gonna hafta play for me sometime." He shook his head gently, shifting the fringe that covered his forehead just moments before. It fell back into place, however--there was no real use for shaking his hair from his forehead... it was just a habit, really. The hair didn't even obstruct his vision, too.

Referring to Rosemary's inquiry, he continued. "I like a bunch of shit, really. I suck at athletics, though. Who'd have thought, with this gorgeous figure?" The pale-olive-toned boy ran his hand down his sides, accenting his joke with goofy gestures. "I tried boarding, actually. And track. Epic fail. So, yeah. I'm just sticking with... yeah. Other stuff.

"Like music. I'm not too into it, but I play a little guitar." Kyle was half-surprised that Rosemary hadn't walked away yet; he was probably chatting her ears off. Hey, it was how he was. "I'm actually really good, except when I'm playing." Out of nowhere, he allowed his dominant hand to probe his pocket. His fingers came in contact with his Gameboy Color--he had almost forgotten about it. "I like gaming, too. POKEMON, FUCK YEAH." Kyle's hand wandered away from the mouth of his pocket, reaching up to scratch an ear in an absentminded fashion.

"I talk too much, don't I?"

[lady{Living Word}]

In the eyes of this angel....

...allow me to ascend with grace...

Rosemary actually blushed at the part about her having to play for him sometime now. She didn't play for people much anymore. Only when they happened to catch her practicing or writing her music. Then she had no choice. Since Tim died, her love of performing was rather dead too, following him to the grave. It made her suddenly slightly distant. Remembering that her brother, her favorite at that though she loved them all, always did that to her now.

But he was rather quick on trying to lift her mood, though the chance was unseen. The way he kept talking on and on about his different likes actually drew laughter from her lips, soft and bell like, by the time he finished. "No, you don't talk too much. It was...rather comical actually. I'm a listener so it doesn't matter to me."

Deciding to try the whole open up thing and be nicer, she reached into her bag and took out her notebook, flipping through the pages, filled with either music notes, words, or both. Depended on when she wrote and how her mood was what was scrawled out on the pages. "If you want... Guess I could give you a preview. I write poety...that I put to music. Creating songs..." Okay, she went the roundabout way of saying 'I write songs' but that's how she viewed them. Poetry set to music.

[willow !]

KYLE XAVIER BARAKAT![/color]
let it roll; our time is fleeting, so we take control.

"Comical?" the male repeated, brows knitting together. The expression released moments later, however, and he added a gleeful word of thanks. A gentle pealing noise, not unlike the chiming of bells, struck the air. Dark eyes flitting about, Kyle attempted to locate the source of the noise. Of course, when his gaze rested upon Rosemary's face once more, he noticed that the sound was leaking from her rosy-hued lips, rather than from some outside place.

Nice laugh, he mused, softly cracking his olive-tinged knuckles. Responding to her next set of replies, he pursed his lips. The boy's dominant hand flitted from his side, and came to rest just under the copper-toned girl's chin. Soft forefingers tapped the aforementioned chin, their owner joking "Well, what d'you know? A talker and a listener. We're perfect. I want a Disney Princess-themed wedding, a house in Cancun, 2.5 kids, and a goldfish named Eugene."

"Nah. I'm not like that," Kyle quickly added, turning his attention to the heavily-used notebook. Brown eyes ran across lines of words and notes, taking them in with a serious fixation. He rested a slender finger upon a page, lowly humming a scribbled-down melody. A few moments later, he lifted his gaze to meet hers. Silence. "These are really good."

[lady{Living Word}]

In the eyes of this angel....

...allow me to ascend with grace...

Rosemary was taken aback by his touch and her eyes went wide at his words. Disney Princess theamed wedding? Seriously? It sounded like he had everything together and planned in his mind and she would have laughed if her mind wasn't so focused on the fact that he was actually touching her and she neither felt threatened or was playing around with her brothers. A msile did curve her tender lips and a small little chuckle after he spoke again.

When his eyes moved to her notebook, she turned it around so he could see things better. A wave of nervousness slowly spread over her. The only people that had ever seen her music raw like that were her brothers and even then it was only Tim that had any real interest in it. Sure, her foster parents were willing to listen to anything she brought to them and there were others around the neighborhood that know of and at least pretended to enjoy her music. That didn't help her fear of rejection.

Her eyes were intent on him, holding her breath in anticipation. When their gazes finally met she was expecting the worse. To her surprise, he actually liked it. "Really think so?" she asked on a near breathless whisper as she started filling her lungs again. Her mocha eyes searched his, making sure there was no trace of untruth within them. She did not play when it came to her music, and opinions weighed heavily on her. Which was probably why she never took the time to let someone even glace at it even as much as Kyle just did.

[willow !]

KYLE XAVIER BARAKAT![/color]
let it roll; our time is fleeting, so we take control.

Diverting his attention from the crisp melodies, he allowed his dark brown eyes to graze the lines of script. The words, meticulously inked onto the page, conjured up images of summer. Of lost love, of starry nights, of sunsets. Of various other topics; Kyle's head was filled with them, set off by the girl's florid language and poetic thoughts. Letting out a shuddering breath, his bitter-chocolate eyes probed her lighter ones.

Shaking his trimmed fringe away, his lightly-stubbled chin moved with his lips. "If I said I've never told a lie, that'd make me a liar," he answered, his words mildly cryptic. After a brief pause, he continued. "But I wouldn't joke about this type of stuff. You've got a lot of talent, girl." Kyle gently shut the cover on the heavily-used notebook, passing it back to its rightful owner. It was apparent that she took music much more seriously than he did--for him, playing was something fun. He was more of a listener, really.

Rosemary, on the other, appeared to pour her emotion into that book--the melodies, the stanzas; it was all a release. A thought managed to find its way into his head--he'd give a lot to hear those songs in their physical form. He doubted she'd perform for him, though, seeing as the two had just met. Another obvious thing, however, was that the two went to the same school. I mean, what kind of person like that wouldn't go to Solstice? "Like that," referring to the wings and strange precognition.

That, of course, meant that she wouldn't be too hard to contact. She seemed like a sweet girl, and she was pretty, too. Allowing his hand to dart to the back of his head, a goofy grin stretched across his face, breaking the thick solemnity of the moment.

ooc ; "i've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar." seeing as kyle's pb is jack from all time low, i'm gonna be havin' a lot of fun doing atl references. :D

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