#**Kie chaotic heroine

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@kookbled @kookwits @kierras @jaymaybnk

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             She weaved them all bracelets just as surely as they weaved memories together. 

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Jiara on JJ’s snapchat with @etherealrps 

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@sulsurfer

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Honorary Cabin 6 Girlie John Booker Routledge

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@chosenpogue @kierras

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Golden hair was what she had to focus on following as the whizzing of bullets seemed to kiss the air around them. A surprisingly similar guest in their lives as of late.It seemed the Pogues would live another die to attempt to die again. The sun was scorching her skin even if it sat a little lower like a negligent parent though that was the least of their worries particularly after the gunshots had come after them. The soft material of the boat felt like coming home though turning to laugh with JJ brought a low pained hiss to her mouth. Her tanned fingers reaching to the now throbbing place in her side. Eyes widening slightly though she didn’t want to scare the boy further even as the adrenaline seeped from her form.The sticky macabre of her blood running through her hands like sand. She’d been excited to be alone with JJ. Things had changed between them even if neither of them wanted to acknowledge it. Her heart was heavy though she decided carrying it around would make her stronger. More than the pain, she hated to cause the Maybank boy pain. To break the child like smile on his face that came from playing hero into danger. Though she supposed heroes didn’t have happy endings, they gave them to others. Happy endings were out there, but they were hard to keep ahold of particularly for people like them. A croak parted her pale pink lips, “Jay- I think I have been hit.” It was meant to pull of the bandaid though her eyes felt slightly bambi like as they implored him. Begged him. They didn’t have time for that.

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Golden hair was what she had to focus on following as the whizzing of bullets seemed to kiss the air around them. A surprisingly similar guest in their lives as of late.It seemed the Pogues would live another die to attempt to die again. The sun was scorching her skin even if it sat a little lower like a negligent parent though that was the least of their worries particularly after the gunshots had come after them. The soft material of the boat felt like coming home though turning to laugh with JJ brought a low pained hiss to her mouth. Her tanned fingers reaching to the now throbbing place in her side. Eyes widening slightly though she didn’t want to scare the boy further even as the adrenaline seeped from her form.The sticky macabre of her blood running through her hands like sand. She’d been excited to be alone with JJ. Things had changed between them even if neither of them wanted to acknowledge it. Her heart was heavy though she decided carrying it around would make her stronger. More than the pain, she hated to cause the Maybank boy pain. To break the child like smile on his face that came from playing hero into danger. Though she supposed heroes didn’t have happy endings, they gave them to others. Happy endings were out there, but they were hard to keep ahold of particularly for people like them. A croak parted her pale pink lips, “Jay- I think I have been hit.” It was meant to pull of the bandaid though her eyes felt slightly bambi like as they implored him. Begged him. They didn’t have time for that.

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@jaymaybnk @kierras

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Kiara’s question of what’s wrong with them parted the boys. John b having left saying something about mom being mad.They had been playing around with sharp object. A dangerously delightful thing that seemed to fit very well with his prior character. Besides, what boy hadn’t imagined himself some sort of warrior bringing food to the village people? And he had to do something to not go stir crazy or to avoid Kiara almost dying for him. JJ hated making Kie mad. Not just because he was scared of her vengeance, but that he loved her. He wanted her to be happy. He wanted her to have everything even if that meant he was a stain that needed to be washed out of her soul. But God, he wanted to kiss her brow or pull her close. Touch had never been his strong suit. But she was. Somehow, he hadn’t fucked it up with her, yet. He hadn’t meant to scare her either. Tackling John B was probably not a good choice given his near death experience. He struggled so hard to not push her away. Also to keep up his somewhat easy grin. “We knew that, Kie, I’m surprised your just now figuring out something is wrong with us,” he teased though the placating reverence lingered in his voice. His eyes never leaving her smoldering ones. “I have so much time to relax considering we are stuck here. I’m good, ma, don’t worry. This head has taken worse before. Besides, you are the one I’m worried about. What the hell were you thinking? We’re you thinking?”

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