I'm Broken Like Glass;;

[Nicole Smith]

"I don't belong here." Nicole growled to herself as she descended up the steps and out into the setting warmth of the sun. She sighed and stood along the edge. Crossing her arms and leaning onto one of her legs she flicked her blackish hair back with a casual flick of her hand. She didn't belong among these people. She sighed and clenched her eyes shut. Pretending her sisters stood next to her and talked of how ugly some of these people looked. It could be normal she supposed, that was if she was sweet and everyone loved her. Psh, obviously you hadn't looked twice at the makeup on her face and the outfits she commonly wore. Well, today she actually looked normal. Wearing only a white tee-shirt and jeans and her hair straightened. Her hazel eyes scanned over her new colleges. She liked this spot, great place to watch people.

After navigating around and finding a place to sit, Nicky whipped out her cell phone and quickly texted her sister and a few other people. She sighed and leaned forward, her elbows on her knees as she watched the people below the large platform talk. She had gotten here recently and had yet to make 'friends'. And she was nearly as weirded out by most of these people as she was with herself. She sighed to herself. "I don't belong here." She groaned again. Angered by her dad's poor judgement. "Just find a damn potion and get me out of this hell hole." She sighed. SHe supposed it wasn't too horrible, another student body to conquer. But the guys here were often gay, or not nearly as good as the ones back home in L.A go figure.

Nicky sighed and flipped her phone shut. She stood up on her old navy flip flops. She straightened her shirt that read 'Peep Show' and had a cute chick pictured next to it. She slipped her phone into her front pocket and walked up and down the rooftop. Peering down at her classmates from time to time, her eyes glowing slightly as the sun started to disappear.

[ezra hart]

Who wanted them to meet on the rooftops again? He’d gotten the text earlier, around sunset, and couldn’t remember for the life of him. He wasn’t really into going back to Winterthorne after classes in the first place. How did they manage to catch him on one of his off days?—it wasn’t like he talked about that. Must have been an extremely lucky guess. He’d actually just gotten to his apartment and was about to get some ice or something—he’d gotten burned by a junior earlier (stupid kids)—when his phone went crazy. There was something wrong with his cell; it wasn’t the normal “hey, I’m ringing, could you please pick me up?” type of cheery tone, it was the “get off your lazy ass and answer me, god damnit” kind of tone. Plus it vibrated like it was nobody’s business. Even after he read the text, it was still shaking on his table. He’d have to get someone to look at that. Otherwise, he’d find a person who could intercept thoughts and carry him/her around in his pocket, but he didn’t think the school would be too fond of it.

It was just after sunset that he’d finally made it to the third floor of the school, where the platform was to get to the rooftops. Ezra looked out at the mingling students, wondering why they were still in the courtyard—as if there was anything interesting there, really—and sighed. He was going to get back at them all one day. It didn’t matter to him how many people he hurt, or killed, or ruined. He would have done anything at this point to take down Winterthorne’s beautiful crowd as it was now, to give them a taste of what life was really like. And he would do that with the help of a few more demons, who were supposedly waiting on the rooftop. He slinked out of the window on the third floor, standing on the platform below the rooftops for a few moments as he watched some of the stars pop into the sky. Time to get this over with. Placing his hands on the edge of the rooftop, which was a foot or so above his head, he pulled himself up and onto it. “So,” he said lazily, stretching out his arms in front of him as he strolled over to Nicky. “Who killed the Johnson kid?”

[Nicole Smith]

Nicky turned her head as she heard soemthing, or someone. She sighed and turned back to watching an embarrassed prep blush over just bumping noses with some random guy after an attempt at a amazingly gross kiss. She smirked and crossed her thin arms and slowly turned her head to the talking guy walking towards her.

She looked him up and down and sighed. Wishing she hadn't ventured out from her room right now. She looked back over the large campus and said, leaning onto her right leg away from Ezra slowly and said " 'Dunno." She said simply. Tapping her long nails on her arm as she turned her head to glance at him again and cocked an eyebrow questioningly. She looked him over once more and managed to hold back a small scoff. She admitted, he looked a little ruff but maybe it was just the fact that Nicole was so particular with her clothes and hair. The girl could lift a finger and a rattle of large bracelets and rings could clank for hours. Today she wore a simple bracelet and green studded earrings. Sometimes her teachers were genuinely scared that her obsession with looking nice was interfering with her want to control her powers. Fuck them. She could control her stupid powers, all it took was one person to tick her off and presto, instant kick ass transformation.

She turned back to Ezra and suddenly wondered if he had gotten the same annoying text.

[Daileh Few]

"Another obnoxious text?" Well to be fair, Daileh found all texts obnoxious, as with most things for that matter. So what? She was just easily annoyed. So, in her black shorts, white thigh-high socks, black sneakers, and white hoodie, she'd headed right for the roof top that evening, after having just recently finished some business. What? Some things were necessary, and as much as she hated getting her hands dirty, it had to be done. This time, thankfully, she hadn't had to get her hands dirty. Not too dirty, at least.

Seeing as she was a short little thing, and the roof was much high up, she summoned a little help, looking over her shoulder to the three mimes in their uniform black and white, each with their distinct hats. I need some help, she said to the three through their normal form of communication. Yeah, sure, my pleasure. Tare, the one with the top hat, pantomimed swinging a rope with a heavy anchor on the end, and with a loud 'clink,' the invisible chain hit the roof and the grappling hook latched on. Cut the sarcasm next time, Tare, she commanded as she climbed up the chain, shooting a glare downwards as the mime in the fedora, Sin, rested his hands on her ass to help push her up. To that, Daileh gave him a sharp kick to the shoulder. And you mind your manners.

Finally making it to the roof top, Daileh shoved her hands into her pockets, the three mimes vanishing. "So who the hell killed Edwards and Browland?"

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[fletcher cross]

Dunno. Well wasn’t that helpful. Johnson had been the...second?...kid to die at Winterthorne, and Ezra sure as hell didn’t do it. He was pretty sure Jackson hadn’t killed Johnson either, but there was no knowing with that boy. So it couldn’t have been his closer friends. Dai would’ve told him earlier, and Nicky—well, she probably would have bragged about it. So that left...well, every other fucking demon in the school. And since no one bothered to tell him who did that Johnson kid in, he’d have to figure it out some other way. Sighing, he hopped onto one of the chimneys and watched the students who were still out in the courtyard. What could they possibly be doing down there? He watched them curiously for a few moments before looking up at Nicky. “If this is a joke, I’m leaving.” He was not going to be left alone with Nicky on a rooftop at night.

A small smirk crept onto his face as a new voice floated into his ears. He turned his head to look at Daileh as she approached them, hands in pockets, and waved his hand shortly. “Browland.” He kicked his legs lazily out in front of them before letting them crash back into the chimney. “I assume you got Luxemburg, then? Or you know who did...” Daileh always did complain about that girl. Then again, so did the rest of them. Probably why she ended up dead. Personally, the Browland girl was a pain in the ass. She didn’t scream properly when he tortured her first, and then when she made it so utterly depressing that he wanted to speed the death up. So he chained her to the walls of the sewer, hoping it would shut her up—which, of course, was the opposite of what happened. By the time that she did keep quiet, she had her eyes gouged out with bits of metal and her face melted off. Then again, she was also dead.

[Daileh Few]

“Browland, huh?” Daileh cast Ezra a smirk, looking rather dangerous for a moment. “Nice going. I heard it was awful gory.” Gory was something she obviously appreciated. Sitting down on the rooftop with a soft, bored sigh, Daileh lifted her sights when he mentioned Gloria. “Yep. Scene queen’s dream scream. My pleasure.” She dipped her head in a pseudo bow, still rather pleased with herself. Oh thank God she could easily inflict suicide on such a happy person.

Gloria had always been a happy person, and that had always bothered her. Hell, Gloria surpassed happy—she was downright peppy. It was obnoxious and, in her not-so-humble opinion, phony. So, since they’d decided to knock a few people off their pegs, she’d offered to take someone she could have fun with. And it had been easy, too. All Daileh had had to do was to convince little Glory to step right off the roof once the Mimes had shown up, looking every bit like the ghouls they were, even in complete shadow. It had been easy, it had been fun, and best of all, she hadn’t had to dirty her hands in the least bit.

“So, if I got Luxemburg, and you got Browland, who did Edwards?” Arching an eyebrow, she looked to Nicky, though she highly doubted that Nicky would want to lift a finger either.

[omg, guys, I’m typing this in the computer lab in my summer school, and fuuck it is cold. My fingers are blue.]

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[jackson sales]

Jackson loved texting. It was a drug. However, he hated annoying texts that told him to be somewhere, or else. He hadn't intended on going, but curiosity got the best of him, just like the cat did. Poor cat. He was still in a bad mood about killing that boy, but in his honest right, the asshole deserved it. He hated men that picked on women like Edwards did, and the buttons were pushed one too many times for the demon. At least it was quick and clean, so no one would ever know it was him. Thank god for that power.

As he neared the rooftops, he heard the voice of one of his favorite friends. Grinning, he bounded up, jumping up onto the roof, planting himself down quite comfortably before he spoke. “I love crashing parties. I got Edwards, even though I'm not too happy about it,” he grumbled, looking over at Ezra. “At least mine was clean. No one will ever know. You two need to learn that art.”

[Nicole Smith]

[shadow=red,left,300]Nicky watched from her spot with her phone in hand,clenched around with her unusually long fingernails. As the two talked about who killed who and how it was done. She silently stared at her phone. Once most of them were there for what she knew. She took a small sit back onto the edge of the small wall that enclosed the rooftop. She couldn't help but wonder why the little brick wall was actually there but at this certain point, her feet were killing her and she was grateful that the weird architects who made this stupid place put it there. She watched two more of the demons crawl up and explain their murder stories. She smirked in slight respect. Nicky always had even the smallest smidge of respect for these people. They went around hating the world and still had time to actually talk.

As the three talked Nicky couldn't help but let her mind wander off to what she had been doing that night and the first few days. Ah, of course. She'd been calling her dad, explaining why she didn't belong here at all.

(Meh. I'm brain dead. But i figured it was moi turn to reply...-.-' Im tired.) [/shadow]

[ezra hart]

He nodded at the mention of Browland’s name—though the mere sound of it made him think of the sickening voice of the girl (which, in turn, made him want to kill small animals)—as his eyes flicked to take in Daileh’s smirk. Right. He had forgotten momentarily, as if anyone really could, that Dai was into the gory stuff. He didn’t mind it, wasn’t exactly into it, but that Jane girl had just fucking pissed him off. Later on, yeah, he’d realized that leaving all that evidence around was a stupid mistake. He was on the edge of whether or not it was worth it, killing the Browland girl, when he toppled over onto the “sure-as-fuck-not” side. It was only a matter of time, he had realized, before he was caught. And then things would get really messy.

Dai and Luxemburg. That match did make sense. As the half-demon’s voice floated into his ears, answering the question he had been thinking moments before, Ezra chuckled lowly a bit. The boy had a point, though. He gave a half-hearted wave, still kicking his legs lazily from his position on the chimney, and nodded. So, Jackson had Edwards. “What’d he do to you?” he muttered, completely ignoring the look his friend was giving him. Yes, he knew he’d made a mistake. A big one—and said mistake only led to thoughts that hadn’t even occurred to him earlier. What if Dai and Jackson needed to get rid of him? He was way too big a lead for any police to look into. Worse, what if they tried to threaten him?—and the only thing they could possibly threaten him with was Sammii, which was bad. Any which way he looked at it, Sammii was in danger and he was being cut loose. Then again, there could be some oddly sick way that Dai could forgive him. When that came around, not only would pigs fly, but Brittney Spears would be president and dinosaurs would come out of hiding (because we all really know they’re disguised as bees).

Jackson, of course, was safe. He and his damn powers—that boy could do pretty much whatever the fuck he wanted, whenever he wanted. It was kind of annoying, but at the same time, he respected the demon. Then again, Daileh was on the safer side, too. Anybody could push another off a building—and who really cared about what Luxemburg was shouting about?! She was falling to her death. She probably would’ve yelled “circus freaks” because she was so stupefied. Ezra, though. He wasn’t safe at all. He’d lost control, used his powers in an obvious way and left everything for the world to see. Acid wasn’t really a common power at Winterthorne, or so he’d seen around. But maybe there was even the slightest chance that the police would pin it on a non-gifted human, but he doubted it. Browland would make the news. Then again, so would Edwards and Luxemburg. Edwards and Browland were mysterious cases; they would be talked about. But Luxemburg? Yes, they’d put it in the news, they’d host an investigation, but everyone at Winterthorne would probably forget about her after a while. So a girl jumped off a building. No one liked her, anyway. Well, except for that Edwards kid...but look what happened to him.

Unless...there was some way to weasel out of being made a suspect. And the only thing he could think of was if he died—but how would that help him?

[Daileh Few]

"Relax, Jackson," she murmured, looking over to the other demon. It was almost annoying, being surrounded by demons on a rooftop so late at night. Especially when they were all so prone to anger issues. Like Nicky--the wind could blow her hair the wrong way and she'd snap and push Ezra off the roof or something.
Looking sideways at Jackson, she arched an eyebrow. "Mine was perfectly clean. I mean, Gloria killed herself, right?" Smirking, she toyed with the zipper of her sweater, taking a seat on the rooftop. She was sitting on her haunches, slowly rocking back and forth on her feet. "I mean, people are going to assume it's suicide and that she was screaming because she snapped. You know, hence the whole suicide thing." She glanced to Ezra, head tilted to the side. If you hadn't known her, you might've sworn it was innocent looking. "Unlike him," she murmured, pointing over to the raven haired demon.

The way she saw it, Ezra had dug his own grave at this point. Jackson had done it gracefully. Hell, he'd done it so well that it likely looked like an alien abduction gone wrong. "Speaking of which, how're you going to get out of it?" Eyes widening, she looked up at Ezra, once again looking as sweet and innocent as a new born lamb. That was the sign that she was about to try twisting someones brain to get them to do what she wanted. Though, she knew it wouldn't ever work on Ezra. At least, not now it wouldn't. Jackson, maybe, though there was no telling. She wouldn't be surprised if it worked on Nicky, but for now she didn't want to try. The girl was practically an amazonian woman.

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[jackson sales]

"I'm as cool as a cucumber," he told the fireball that was Dalieh. Honestly, he missed his friends. All he did was mope. Well, and attend class. And text. And work. Okay, so he did a lot of shit. But most of that time was consumed in thoughts of Logan. The demon was obsessed with her, even worse than Ezra was with Sammii. It made him wonder what the hell life was like before her. He honestly didn't know. He did know he was digging himself into a hole, and if anything ever happened to her, he'd self-destruct. At least he had friends...

Jackson scoffed. "Yeah, your little minions did the work for you, didn't they? You two need to learn how to think outside the box." He leaned back, yawning. "Mine was original. Edwards made it that way actually, but it worked in the end." And thank god it did too, because without his little stunt of going invisible, having him just hanging upside down wouldn't have had the same effect. Of course, Jackson had intended just to leave the loser there, upside down, but then he had to go and spout off a bunch of crap, which only pissed him off further. So he killed him. There. Piece of cake.

He looked over at his best friend when Dai did as well. It was a valid point. "You still better hope you don't get caught," he reminded both of his friends. "I'd hate to lose both of you." Aw, the demon could be deep.