Looking For The Truth ~ Open

[Imogine Harper]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=6F4242] New York. Imogine had missed New York ever since she left. Italy was beautiful, she was treated kind, but the truth was here in New York. Not in Italy. She wanted to visit her parents grave, find out what had happened, and do what she had to do in order to gain the truth. Imogine was young, but she was getting older in the mind over the years she had stayed with Sevanni. The boys had confided in her some truths, but she had to know herself if it was true. The boys always played tricks on her for fun and she the same in return, but this was no laughing joke, and everything she had known had ended up being nothing more than a lie. New York was going to help her find the truth. She just had to hunt it down. It was Winter. Cold. Her little hands held tight to the collar on her coat that was bundled over her small frame. Boots matched her coat, hood covered most of her head as well as the scarf that molded around her neck and the lower portion of her face. Maybe if it were true, she could be one and she wouldn't be so cold. But right now that wasn't an option. She didn't want to be like them. Not now. "You could be a child forever." Abel was such an ass, but he was right. Imogine didn't want to be a child forever though. She wanted to grow up and be beautiful like her mother. Smart like her father, and everything that the boys weren't. "I'll never be like you." Imogine whispered aloud into the brisk wind in a determined tone as she looked into the Macy's window. The mannequin's were so life like in these new years approaching. Poses, facial features. The make up. If she could only be one of them and have no worries. Her footsteps took her to the subway entrance, which led to a set of stairs, and in turn led her to a waiting subway train. All it took was a few more steps to get on, even if she didn't pay for the ride, it wasn't as if she was stealing it. For Christ's sake, she was under age, walking around in New York at the pit of night. No one was really around, and those that were weren't too close. Her right hand held tight to the locket in her pocket. Something she had since leaving her home and going with Sevanni. One picture of her parents. Her mother on the left, her father on the right. "Get on the train." She whispered softly. "Get on." Once more she told herself, but for once in her life, she was unsure, nervous, scared even. She had to find the courage.

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[THE REBELS]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=212121] JAH waited patiently out in the car at the next four stops ahead of the subway train whilst the others were down there getting the brat. Trotter's patience were wearing thin as he sat there mid section with a news paper in hand. He simply hated children, and having to go on a little scavenger for the brat was something that he had wished he wasn't apart of. But they were a group, and the group did everything together. No matter what. He was the mean kind that liked nothing but the best in life. Being in a subway car, in New York no less, had been one on the list of places he didn't want his face seen. Call him a snob, whatever, but that was who he was. Aiden was too busy looking in Demi's direction. She was sitting in the car behind Trotter and Demi was sitting three seats ahead of Aiden. Her legs daintily crossed. If it weren't so cold she'd have been able to wear a skirt or something classy that molded her style, rather than the black trouser pants she wore currently. Everything she wore was cute on her, but she loved skirts and shoes. If a heeled boot were considered a shoe she could settle for that, but not today. Not when there was snow on the ground and the air was crispier than the North Pole. Demi knew that Aiden was watching him. He could feel it on the back of his neck as tiny hairs stood on end. He was the shaggy one who loved shifting into his given right. Aiden didn't like it much. She was the hopeless romantic that came out of Angel. She loved being in her human skin, and that was why Demi could never impose himself to Aiden. Opium had her place. Her pale skin ever so hueful as she stood under the UV lighting. Imogine was behind her, ready to board, but she had gotten there so suddenly that she was worried she'd be given away. Once Imogine didn't move, Opium knew she would lose the others had the train left. "Get on." She tossed to the girl with her fragile yet strong vocals. Holding her little black purse in hand as she took pose. She made sure she was soft with it, only to not scare her off. They were certain there would be a chase, but they didn't want it to come to that.

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