What comes after tomorrow? Vyren

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His fingers move slowly across the peice of paper. The clean cut fingernails that's almost down into the quick, strums against the page, while his gentle dark eye stay within the lines of the paper. His mind is clearly somewhere else as he bring the tip of the pencil to tap it a good few times on the white, pristine sheet that has yet to have any marks on it at all. A gentle sigh escapes his lips when he finally drops the pencil on the paper without so much as another second giving into it.

He stands.

A forceful jerk of his hand upward toward his head, he runs his fingers through his hair forcefully and without care as he closes his eyes and stares off into the pillow on his bed. His eyes become hard. His mind going somewhere that it shouldn't because he bites on his lower lip then walks over to the bed to stand at the foot before sitting down on it. His jaw tightens to the point that his face is given a square effect, with his chin representing someone who is very stern and unyeilding. That's what this academy is doing to him. It's shaping him into what he needs to be. He is becoming one of them, slowly but surely. The only thing wrong with this place is the need to be near his family. Kya... His mind wanders off when his pupils contract to tiny pinpoints and his breathing becomes almost non-existant while he begins to remember the moment that Sergent Mets had came to address him.

"Cadet Ruze. I'm afraid I've got some bad news." Sergent Mets gives the boy a hard nod and doesn't smile. His eyes protray a curious nature in them though. Something Jeran had never seen before. Without a facial gesture in return, his voice is the only thing that gives it off that he's concerned.

"What happened? Who?" Jeran questions, all formalities gone at this moment, but it doesn't seem to effect the commanding officer. He merely passes it off and continues by placing a hand on his shoulder. It's only then that Jeran gives direct eye contact and a softening gaze to the officer in front of him. He waits. He clinches his jaw tightly, making that squared off portion to his face seem even more stern.

It's the moment that he has no clue what to expect.

"Your sister is hurt. There was an attack down at the gym in town. It involved several other cadets here at the academy, as well. Their all being treated, but their conditions aren't known just yet. You have my permission to be dismissed as of this moment." Jeran's face grows into a frown. To most, seeing a frown is a sign of weakness, but for him, it shows that there is a caring human being inside of his hard outter appearance.

"Thank you sir."

A huff.

A growl almost escapes his throat as he stands back up and goes to his table where the dimly lit lamp lights up the room. It holds nothing more than his bed on the right side of the room, and the set of bunk beds on the left. The three person capacity wardrobe sits snugly between the two sets of beds and the desk that holds his training manuel sits on the far end of the room closest to the door. The room definatley isn't large, but it's just enough to move about without knocking into his other two roommates, whom are void and off to study somewhere more public.

The distance is shortened when he goes to sit back down at the desk, and the pencil in his hand actually starts touching the paper and the dark line starts to follow the distinct pattern of a tribal like symbol. The training manuel is snathed up in his hand until he finds the page he needs, and begins to work yet again on the paper that is due the following day.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Vy Pryce
Age: Eighteen
District: Two

Member that one sweet guy? So unlike the rest with his ways of holding himself so perfectly, yet still maintaining that kind side. No careers have that ability, not the real good ones at least. He did though. It still baffles Vy, but it's clear he's somehow manages to be unlike the rest. Since they first met she couldn't help but notice and admire these attributes, find them attractive in a way she couldn't understand. And for some reason a sense of caring came along with all of that. Desire to know him, feel his sweet lips and gentle touch even more. The first threat that he'll be outed and embarrassed over their time together she backed off immediately though. He didn't even get a say as she ignored him for his own benefit. Who knows what's going through that unique mind of his.

As for what's going through Vy's mind is now him, Jeran. The wild, exciting night with Mark only grows an internal debate over her cup of tea. It was amazing to say the least, but Jeran would of been so different. It's only a guess as they only got as far as a few moments of locked lips, but that little taste was enough. Enough to have Vy's brain whirling as she tries to figure this all out. The silence is the perfect time for her thoughts to attack as the Orca brothers are no where to be seen. As for Matthew he's been on a leave since the incident. It's awfully lonely, giving her far too much free time to considers things she's never imagined herself thinking of, boys.

It suddenly clicks. After all this time on having an empty bed below her, it just now clicks. The one person suspicion of something going on, and cruel enough to expose it for fun, is gone. Tyren and Alex could careless, leaving her complete in the clear. This information has Vy springing from the top bunk with a smirk she's attempting to hold back but is incapable of doing. Once her feet on the floor she levels herself before casually walking to the hallway. Last thing she needs to be doing is running through the hallway skipping. She stares at the numbers labeling each dorm until coming across the one she's certain Jeran's assigned to. Whether he has roommates of his own in the room is unknown, but she could honestly careless at this point. She can come up with some silly excuse that a Commander's requesting him or something, they'll never know of even a friendship....which she's unsure they even have. Hopefully.

After a subtle knock Vy enters without a go ahead, not even caring of what she walks into. It's Jeran at a desk, sitting in a lonely room. "Hey stranger." The door stays ajar as she leans against the doorframe, her hand staying on the knob as to open his room up for the world to see. Without an invite she slips into the room. The lack of talking may still be on his mind, and she just now realizes that as her's was all in excitement over seeing him. "Haven't seen you around. How've you been?" She finds herself unsure what to say for a change, falling back on a common greeting as she leans on the wall next to the door.

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Those tribal symbols start to form words on that blank sheet of paper. Two lines are written and then erased, while another line of words are being formed. This line stays this time. The studies is over the rules and in order to remember and recite those rules, Jeran feels that repetition is best served though written words. Words that have to be said in his head then expressed on paper in order to understand it both physicaly and mentally. A peacekeeper will conduct himself in a manner that does not disgrace the capital. His mind whirls around with that line. As much as that sentence is suppose to uphold the peacekeeper's lives, it's far from what happens in the districts and he knows that. While in two, it doesn't have to happen that often, the peacekeepers here still aren't all smiles and compliments. Being a peacekeeper means serious business and in order to become one of those uniformed officers, he knows that he has to sever all ties to his emotions so that he can perform his duties with honor.

His fingers stop abruptly from keeping the tip of the lead pencil against the paper in front of him. The subtle knock behind him interrupts his thought processes so much that a heavy sigh escapes his lips when he suddenly calls out.

"Busy. Come back later." Though, he turns to look at the door when someone has already entered. His mouth drops slightly to see the young woman who has slipped, ever so quietly, into his room. His facial expression turns from a hard expression to soft in a matter of moments when his eyes light up at the sight of her. Her words seem to dance in the air and tickle his ears when the sides of his lips turn upward and touches his ears.

"Vy?" Jeran stands quickly, scratching the chair against the floor in the process, to see her standing against the doorframe. His eyes dart around her body. HIs mind seemingly trying to remember why she might be here right now. The last time he saw her, she left him hanging after a gentle kiss. His mind also isn't letting him forget that instead of coming to get him when his sister's life was in jeapordy, he was left in the dark.

"I've been better and studying has kept me pretty busy. You've been busy, too. Remember? Then again, I didn't know you were looking for me. Didn't you leave me hanging that one day?" Though his expression, furrowed brow and thin lips, says otherwise. A moment later, his brows release their tension and his lips go back to normal again. A heavy sigh soon escapes him.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to sound rude." He rubs his face harshly and ends with scratching the bottom of his chin with his thumb. "... start over? I've just been under a lot of stress lately. Are you doing okay?"

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

It's rare for Vy to even take orders from a Commanding Officer. As if she'd ever listen someone of the same rank as her. Plus there's such a need to see Jeran, just to talk to him for a little. Certainly once his eyes fall on the intruder he won't feel the same way. They're friends in a way, even after ditching him after a kiss and ignoring him afterwards. He's too good of a guy to hold grudges, though she was also completely forgetting about the rescue for his sister and the fact she didn't even think of retrieving him. Everything was happening so quickly, she wouldn't of even looked for Matthew if Kyanite didn't tell her to. But a grin spreads to his as he jumps to his feet like attention on deck was called. Of course she returns the smile back, it's always been a pleasant occasion when he's around.

"Who else?" Vy jokes back softly. There's nothing about her that relates to any other chick, even though the rest of the gender are starting to seem like duplicates. The friendly atmosphere quickly dies when she asks how's he been. As if something clicked in his suddenly, reminding him of the anger he holds. That wonderful smile slips from his face, taking Vy's along with it. The last thing she wanted was to stumble in on an upset Jeran. What's worse though is that the anger's directed towards her. Because of the information she lacked sharing due to how fast everything occurred. She refuses to accept regret, but now it sinks deep into her core.

Usually Jeran's not longwinded. Currently his emotions spill out like a knocked over glass of milk. It's all directed into sarcasm, nothing straightforward. Another thing Vy's never witnessed from him. She finds herself speechless for a change. Only wanting to say the right thing to make this all go away. How odd given that she'd often punch someone or simply walk out on this sort of situation. Not this time though. She remains leaning against the wall, her bottom lip trapped within the grip of her teeth. What is she suppose to say when she's only used to fighting.

"Right..." Is all Vy's able to pull out. Luckily Jeran's sweet voice trails out again, this time hatred erased from his tone. His ways of being levelheaded and mature, so unlike anyone in this district, returns. No one's able to admit to their harsh tone, especially not moments after. And he of all people even deserves to be upset. But that's not the kind of guy he is as he asks to start over. Sincerity next as he expresses how stressed he's been, and even asks if she's okay.

"Not so much now that I know you're mad at me." Sarcasm is far from Vy's personality for a change. Having the one good person in this place angry with her is just too much. "I'm sorry I didn't come get you." That word never escapes her lips, this time they flow out as natural as her bad attitude. "You have to understand how fast it all happened. I could only think of going to help your sister."

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He should have known better than to let his emotions get the better of him. How fast his expression was able to tell all about how he was feeling against Vy. How all of a sudden when she asked how he was doing that he remembered everything that happened some two weeks ago. Normally grudges don't happen for him, and right now, this wouldn't be one of those. It's just that he's gotten no word from Kyanite since he's returned since the last weekened. She's not been around to take the phone calls to the house and his father has told him about her absence through the night. One argument though over the phone was enough for him to hang up on his father. That was two days ago, and he's not gotten through to a person since. All of the stresses of home life seems to have gotten to him and now, of all people, Vy was the target for his mouth. Only did he realize how horrible he sounded, did he take it back. Vy, on the other hand, doesn't take it so well.

"I told you Vy, I'm just under a lot of stress." He tells her with a honest, soothing voice. The anger doesn't drip from his voice like it did only moments ago. It's weight how easy it is for him to completely change in a matter of seconds. Once again, his thumb is brought back up to his chin, then goes through his hair, roughing up the front to stand straight up in a spike like hair style. "Come in. Have a seat or something."

He offers her by motion to his bed as he takes the chair again and turning it slightly to the right in order to have it angled right at the bed that he's offered to the lady. "It's more comfortable than the chair. Trust me. The only comfort you get is the beds and usually the mattresses are even wore out." It's only a dead conversation that he's beginning for Vy as his fingers embrace the pencil once again. This time, he doesn't write with it but merely squeezes it and flexes his fingers around it. The pencil bends slightly but when he releases the tension on the pencil, he brings his other hand up to it and he presses hard against the point of the led with his index finger.

"Yeah, well... I heard you didn't even tell anyone you were going. What were you thinking? That maniac could have killed you, you know? Could have hurt you or something. I saw what he did to that little girl and to Dunham. He could have used that knife to penetrate a part of your body and you'd be no better off then they are. You were lucky." He tells it as honest as he can. He spares no filter for what could have happened.

"I do understand how fast it happened. It's just like when I has the misfortune to accidently shoot Matthew during our test. In the blink of a eye, a life can be lost. I also understand that my sister could have died, or rather she did. All of you could have been. Thanks to Tyren, I heard, she's still with me. What all of you did for her. You did what you were suppose to, but I still can't get around the fact that you didn't tell someone to go with you instead of just taking off like that." His voice is far from angry. It's quite the opposite. It's calm. Pure. Something that most people would never be able to control in such a situation as this.

The pencil in his hand bends again almost to a breaking point until a small crack is heard and it's released just like that. "She's my sister. You have a sister. You and I... have the same problem here. You would understand if you were in my shoes." His voice halts and he tilts his head up and looks to Vy. They move slowly over her face and then venture elsewhere in the room. "Have you talked to her lately? Ky?"

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Just as usual the levelheaded Jeran returns. So even the best can be faced with stress on occasion. It was bound to happen as bad situations are unavoidable for anyone. This is the way he reacts though. A spurt of anger and he's back to normal. There has so be more bottled up in there but he simply refuses to let it show. Only the excuse of being under stress is given, if one can even call that an excuse. It's the truth, and who knows what else is going through that unique mind. Despite it all he doesn't even kick her out but offers her a seat. Not wanting to miss the offer she's traveling across the room within seconds.

It's a gesture towards the bed, and even through all the seriousness Jeran's giving off, Vy's unable to smirk a little. "Or you're just trying to get me into your bed." She's unable to joke a little, with slight hopes it'll lighten the mood. Given that she share's an identical dorm just a hallway down she completely understands of the discomfort this place holds. Maybe it wasn't the right time for a joke like that, but she'd give anything to see him out of his sorrow mood. As selfish as it may be seeing him happy is too good to pass up. Even still she takes the offer of the bed, taking her seat casually like it was just another chair and the comment was never made.

The anger over not inviting him to the bloodbath dissipates as he expresses how careless she was to go running off without telling anyone. Apparently Jins could of harmed Vy as well, and she was lucky. To take that as kind concern or an insult she's unsure. "Lucky?" It's as if they weren't having as serious of a conversation as they were. Then again she always did fail at those sort of topics. "And I thought I was just the only one strong enough to finish the bastard." There was a lot of damage done to her hand, but by now it's out of his wrap and nearly moving as it used to. The part she was lucky in was getting her right hand crushed instead of her dominant left.

Complete reasoning continues to flow from Jeran's mouth. This time it's more directed to Vy's stunt of leaving without telling a single person. The only instructions given were to retrieve Matthew and help Kyanite. With that it was as if she went on autopilot as she maneuvered her way out with a firearm and cuffs without even being stopped. Just as she did that day in the park she had to save Kyanite and nothing else mattered. "Because you can actually picture me doing anything else?" Vy gives off a sort of chuckled sigh that's brief. In all honesty she's not surprised with how she reacted. Then again people tend to not be able to figure her out. If she didn't arrive when she did things could of turned out completely different.

Though the anger has subsided from his voice, the anger Jeran still contains is let out through his pencil. Least that means he's human. Just before it's about to snap in half he stops, not wanting to actually let it be know he has feelings. It's already been proven though. In more ways then just what's happening now. That one moment, one kiss, will stay tattooed in her mind, where the rest of the guys she's been with have slipped. "I do understand." Vy does her best to relate to him. After all if it was Brooklyn she'd kill someone because they didn't tell her. Then again she's more then her sister...

"We went camping together last week." Vy shares, not wanting to hold back anything more from Jeran. Well except for what happened, but she will share that they hung out. "It was fun. Wish you would of went." It's hard to predict what would of happened if he came along. Only that it's usually better with him around.

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"Yes. Lucky." He states. His voice grows a bit feirce at the word, but he somehow contains his voice toward Vy. Never to really raise a voice to anyone of the opposite sex until he is given a reason to do so is how he works. Vy might have made him angered toward her when she didn't take help, but that's no reason to give her the wrong end of his attitude. Only after he confirms what she questions, he listens to her tell the story as if she would have been the only one to finish off that sorry bastard.

"You are strong, Vy. Just... a little dim to think you can handle him on your own. At least you are safe. At least he didn't do much damage to you. I would hate to have to see you forfeit this academy due to injuries as Dunham was." He states. Since he's not seen Vy since the day before the incident, his awareness of her hand is unknown. His mind tries to wrap around the injuries that everyone had gotten, and the marks that darkened his sister's neck for days and with a shake of his head, his pencil gets the tension of his mind. With his fingers flexing over the long wooden writing utensil, he's forced to keep his calm by pushing it all within the that device. Vy just seems to make light of the whole situation though. That pushes the question if she even thinks about herself before galavanting off into battle. The word wreckless forms in his mind, but not on his lips. He keeps that to himself.

Finally, the pencil has taken the final moment before snapping and just like that, the pencil is returned back to normal after the small 'crack' could have been heard. There are no reasons why he's acting this way toward Vy. They barely know each other except for the two times that they had met. It's almost as if this is his way of showing interest in her, whereas these feelings are totally new to him. It makes his heart flutter for unknown reasons to even think about the alternate outcomes if she had been placed in his sister's position. He shakes the thought from his head, clearly evident as his dark brown eyes takes to peering around his own room, landing on none other than his roommate's bunkbeds. His eyes get fixed upon a wrinkle on the bottom bunk and for no reason he stands and places the pencil down on the desk just to move the blanket to take the wrinkle out.

When his question about Ky arises, Vy tells him that he should have came. He shakes his head, trying to show that he woudln't have been interested. Though, inside, he knew he wouldn't be welcomed. To have her brother tag along with people that he barely knows surely would have been a bore and an embaressment surely. Besides, running the fort is his chore. Ky's too young to keep the house up and deal with their father, so he, once again, falls under the catagory of big brother. Allowing her to do what she needs while he takes the short end of the stick.

Then, she makes it all clear when she claims she understands how he feels about not knowing what was going on when it comes to their blood relations. He nods. Silence interrupts them until he brings up a conversation that has been troubleing him for some time. Why his sister has changed so much without any explaination as to why. Her voice just won't expel the truth and there's nothing that he can do to make her talk. Even after giving her the bracelet that belonged to their mother, her voice was far and few in between on conversating.

"We went camping together last week." He nods as if to say that he remembers. Dead words was all that was. Facts that he already knew.

"I know you went camping and everyhting. Fun was what I was hoping for her, but has she told you anything that might be bothering her? Anything that I can help her with? Vy... I don't know what to do for her. Can you try to find out for me? Or talk to her for me. She's changed since everything has happened and I don't want to lose her."

Jeran brings his hands together, interlacing his fingers a few times, clearly uneasy about the situation. A heavy sigh escapes his lips when he turns back to the paper on the desk, looking at the first question on the assignment. It was basically trivial to be doing assignments on a day like this where all he wanted to be was outside or at home. The cadet life wasn't all that he wanted, but staying here for the purposes of gaining a new life is priority. "How's your sister doing? That little tyke. She still growing and sleeping anywhere she sees fit? So, what did your mom think about her daughter being the one to take down the bad guy on your first real training scenario?"

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

The concern that Jeran has, his gentle nature, gets overridden by the feeling of insult. Strength is the one thing Vy has to be proud over. There's not beauty or a attractable personality, only that she's one of the best careers. And though he doesn't deny that, he underestimates it. It's as though he thinks one man is unstoppable just because he defeated the others. He's neglecting to realize Jins is just one man, and he's causing insult on top of that. Even calling her dim in the process for thinking such a thing. Last she remembers she finished him off all on her own, with no more then a damaged hand.

But for some reason the fact that Jeran really takes it this way bothers Vy to the extreme. Usually she could careless what anyone thinks. It's as if his opinion sets in stone what really happened though. Like she's not as strong as she always believed unless he says so. "Oh please, he's not god. He's not stronger, or better then any of us." So much for always being able to keep her cool around him. "It only took someone as crazy as him to win. If I would of gotten there sooner, he wouldn't of been able to cause all of that." Maybe she's being a little cocky, but it's not really meant in that manner. More to just prove and dis herself a little at the same time. Anything from being seen as a weakling that one person could overtake.

Despite the anger towards Jeran's opinion, Vy's eyes naturally follow his every move. The way he tries to subtly let off some steam by directing it towards his pencil. His ability to set it down after a small crack threatening to break it in half. Placing his focus into straitening out his roommate's bed instead. Just never allowing his full emotions to slip. Clearly there's a lot going through his mind as he only give a shake of his head to gesture his lack of interest in going camping. Still nothing over the top, and no further expression. Has he always held back this much? Only allowing positive things to escape from his precious lips. It's a nice trait, except for the fact that means he bottles everything. And everything has to explode eventually.

Finally Jeran lets a little more unravel. It's the mention of his sister that gets him to talk. He's worried about her, and it seems like all he wants is to have a healthy sibling relationship. Nothing could be sweeter. But Vy has no clue how she could help. She has her own odd relationship with Kyanite. And though they've just reached the ability to open up to one another, it's nothing she really wants to share with the brother. The last thing she wants to ruin this close friendship with the Brunette, something she's never had before. One wrong thing told to Jeran can cause just that.

"She's your sister, you won't lose her." After all how can two kind people actually fall apart from each other? Maybe for periods as all siblings go through, but never permanently. "That weekend seemed to really help her, everyone had lots of fun. She has good friends. I wouldn't be worried if I were you." Sometimes confiding in a relative is just too difficult. Encouraging words should help Jeran get through this though.

They may be more alike then Vy ever imagined. Just as she often does, Jeran's turning to conversation over to the other person. Concentrating on yourself can be annoying, especially in a situation like this. So he asks about Brooklyn, and automatically a smile comes to Vy's face. "Of course." She gives a soft laughter towards his question. The little one has always been one to take a nap anywhere. Instead of staying on the innocent, light topic it's taken over to Brittany and her thoughts on everything that happened. "So proud." Pure sarcasm comes from her words. "Called me reckless and disobedient." But a prideful smile stays on her lips. She cares about what the Ruze's think, but not her own mother. How ironic.

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Jeran is all ears at this point. Anything that will help him understand his sister more, he's more than willing to keep his mouth closed and learn. Though, what Vy offers to him is nothing more than just something comforting, without the comfort that is suppose to follow. As much as he knows he'll never really lose his sister, her emotional stabilty is waning. Just towards him, he's noticed she won't open up and this was the desperate plea to someone that he had met just one simple night because of Kyanite herself. She was the one that had been sick and forced him to go to the gym in order to really let loose those feelings all pent up. Those feelings about almost losing his sister that night when her fever reached delerium and those moments in the games when her life was always on the line. She was the wreckless one of the family. He was the emotionally stable one; the one with the brains. He was the one that was holding things together between her and their father. He was the voice of reason with the level head, yet no one really has been able to see that.

No one.

However, Vy might be able to see something that he don't. He hadn't lost her when the games were over. She lived through the fevers that made her sleep for hours. Maybe what Vy was saying could possibly be true and she knew it. This is yet another stepping stone in their relationship as siblings that will show Kyanite just how much she meant to him. This is all for her afterall. He was only trying to help, and for now, he would accept Vy's declaration. No matter what she says, Jeran will never just forget her. How can he? He's the older sibling. The older brother that is meant to keep his baby sister protected and out of harms way. With a shake of his head, the situation is suddenly turned, not wanting to really dive further into the conversation that makes him regret not being there for her when that pyscho released all his anger on his sister and took his revenge out on her mortal body and the lives of her much needed companions.

The way his face seems to brighten when he asks about the child that is Vy's sister, it brings this sideways grin to his face. One of curiosity and friendship and if one wouldn't know better, it would seem as though this is a conversation he'd have with just about anyone. Not that kids is something he's used to, as him and his sister were rarely around kids, but that child with blonde hair seemed to entertain him in ways that he would overlook elsewhere. The way the kid fell asleep on the floor in the middle of the gym floor flashes in his mind as he crosses his arms up in front of him.

Something changed very rapidly for Vy though when it comes to her mother. Something he don't like seeing, as he seems to notice just the smallest change already, anyone would be able to see that she didn't like her mother all that much. It didn't take a genious to figure that one out. Not with that attitude, of course. He dips his head downward, putting on a full fronted smile this time. A dimple forms in the corner of his mouth when he looks up at her, and he runs his hand through his short, dark hair. He even manages a small chuckle to hear what her mother thought of the daughter that saved the world.

"Really. Wreckless? Disobedient? Are you talking about Kya or yourself? I swear, no wonder Kya called you. Two peas in a pod, if you ask me. Why you wreckless people always think you can do anything at the drop of a hat, is beyond me." Sure. It may seem like a lecture, but he's trying to tease with Vy, if only for a small moment. The smile never fades though, as his eyes study the blond in front of him. There's something he sees in her, just by the way he can't tear his eyes away. Was it the kiss from that one night that has him curious now? With her coming to see him, out of the blue, what is her purpose for being here?

Jeran seems to try to get his mind elsewhere, but still, their conversation always comes back to that one night where he was absent from the drama. As much as he's glad that he wasn't pulled into it, his heart still yearns to protect his sister as any caring person would. That leads him to beleive that the people that are constantly around Kyanite's side, is truely good for her; sadly, Matthew, too, to his dismay. The gears are working hard in his head, as his brows furrow in response to something that his eyes happen upon on Vy's body. His eyes suddenly latch on to her exposed hand, a discoloration that decorates her tender skin.

"What's this Vy?" He questions as his gentle left hand reaches out from around the chair to scoop up Vy's. That's when he sees the fading marks. The tiny circle like coloring that runs across the top of her hand. He instantly turns her hand over, without even asking her to do so until he find the marks are still visible on her palm as well. "Vy, what happened to your hand? How did... He did that didn't he? That idiot psychopath who nearly killed my sister and those two others? Didn't he?"

It's so rare to see anger protruding from Jeran's face, that his time, it's almost enough to worry someone. Not even he could explain this sudden burst of fire wanting to escape from his belly towards something inanimate and not just a pencil. His eyes meet with Vy. Nothing but accusing pupils stare her down.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

For some reason Jeran finds Vy to be similar to his sister. How Kyanite could fall into the categories of reckless and disobedient is beyond her understanding. Then again her brother probably knows her better. Maybe she was that way as a kid, or doesn't show that side of her unless she's around him. Just as Vy lacks sarcasm and a cold heart when Brooklyn's around. The true meaning behind that can be ventured another night though. By the tone of Jeran's voice he's only joking around, which is the only thing deserving concentration right now. Anything to pull away from that anger that darkens his beautiful face.

"Of course it is." Vy returns the humor, an unremovable smirk on her face. After all Jeran's now seeming to lack any seance of adventure, and he's too young for that. Go in with backup, and ask for help, as if that's any fun. So what has Kyanite done to deserve these titles as well? Though least it's more of a positive remark for her. The way Brittany delivered it was not to be taken as a compliment in the least. "We just can't help it." A small explanation is given. She can't really talk for Kyanite, but since they're being related she might as well. Maybe it'll even help her brother understand a little better. Though Vy can tell they'll work it on in the long run. With or without her help.

Attention completely shifts when Jeran's eyes catch the bruise still fading on Vy's right hand. With plenty of experience with visible wounds she didn't think much of it. People don't tend to notice, let alone care if they do. She's a tough career, why should they? But of course Jeran does. Sweet, gentle Jeran. Truly beauty and the beast with reversed genders. Surprisingly she doesn't yank back from his soft touch that captures her damaged hand. Anyone else would get a hard punch with that very hand, bruised and all. Or a harsh warning if anything. But not Jeran. He's somehow stolen away that bad attitude whenever he's around. Something only Brooklyn's ever been able to accomplish.

As if he was a doctor, Jeran examines her hand. Turning it over to see the more darkened skin on the sensitive palm. Instead of hating the fact she's revealing a wound, a temporary weakness, all she can think about it that his hand's are large. And despite how strong they appear, they're soft. She stays silent for the first question, preoccupied by the connection their sharing. The next set forces her to break her stare of their hands, leave those peaceful thoughts. Suddenly that kind Jeran has left, and he's even more angry then before. Last thing that she wanted, yet the concern he has for her has her heart melting.

"If I lied and said he didn't would that change anything?" Vy questions, still not removing her hand back to her side. Not wanting to keep those upsetting marks visible any long, she uses her other hand to take the back of his and sandwich the stupid thing. She adds a little pressure just to show that the pain doesn't even bother her. So it shouldn't bother him. "I nearly killed him, and he's locked up for good now. And if he does ever get out, I'll finish my job." She reassures with a small grin. Wow, Vy's actually really trying to lighten the mood. Talk about another first.

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Seeing the marks that marr Vy's skin has this upsetting vibe for the gentle guy sitting in front of her. Just by the furrowed brow alone is enough to say what he's feeling, along with the hard jaw that follows. He shakes his head as he tries to envision how on earth she had gotten those marks. What object that Jins might have had in order to that kind of damage, that three weeks after it happened, still kept those marks that are just now fading off into nothing but a mere yellowing color. As if he was an overconcerned friend, she tries to console him. What she says at first doesnt change his tone at all. If anything, the way she's trying to pass it off, only increases the deep breaths that flow through his nose. His fingers barely grace her skin, trying to smooth away the marks as if they could just be washed off with a nothing more than just barely wiping away at the surface. It doesn't work. At the most, all it did was probably cause her pain to touch the sensitive areas that were injured.

"Did anyone look at your hand to make sure he didn't do any more damage?" There's that overprotective brother coming out, but towards Vy, he seems to be a little more demanding to know information. With his sister, it's merely making a suggestion and allowing for an answer on her own time, but for Vy? The fire protruding from his belly is causing a whirlwind of emotions that he can't seem to control. Not even her coy remarks about almost killing him isn't enough to settle this dragon. Unless provoked, it seems, that Jeran will remain hidden away until something tresspasses on something he's claimed as his own. Friendships and other valuables are meant to be kept in mint condition. Wrath is usually far from his mind, but just knowing that she had not told him about her hand was something that he thoroughly disliked.

"You stay away from that guy." His voice seems to rage, without finding any sort of solution. His hand goes through his hair again, stopping at the back of his neck to pinch the skin a few times as though it was going to help him. It doesn't though. Instead, he finds himself releasing her hand after she tried to show him that her hand was fine. It's the point behind the fact of her healing wound.

"Your job is done, Vy. You've done what you had to in order to protect my partner and my sister. For that, I can't thank you enough, but I won't allow you to mess with that guy again. Next time, you might not be so lucky." He crosses the room and puts his hand, palm side down, on the wall. His body is supported by nothing by his hand as he leans inward toward the wall, then pushes off to stand back up. "How did he do that? How could you allow yourself to let the likes of that crazed idiot put marks on you?"

What he didn't know, was that the same guy had been hurting Kyanite all this time. He never even knew that Jins had done it. With the training that Kyanite had done, every bruise and cut seemed plausible as much as she was at the gym. She was always fighting with someone on the mats or working with knives. It wouldn't be hard to beleive just because she was a career, not to mention a damn good one.

His glare returns to Vy's hand once again. His breaths seem to start to slow after this small burst of anger that set him off to find out about a belated injury. A hand goes straight to his face, sweeping down until his fingers rest at his chin and he looks off somewhere in the room to collect his scrambling thoughts. "Vy, you really confuse me, you know that right?"

He simply states. His voice has dropped in tone, but his voice still depicts the anger that happened only one moment before. "Your mother is right. You are wreckless. Biting off more than you can chew, yet you somehow seemed to accomplish things that others couldn't." He walks across the room and passes up the chair he was previously sitting in. As it turns out, he comes nearer to the bed where Vy is sitting, and takes the open spot beside her. There is still space between the two, yet he's silent. His hands do the talking now, as he reaches over to collect her hand in his own. His fingers play over the colored mark.

"You'll have to forgive me. When someone close to me is hurt or something... I tend to over react." He admits his faults as though its nothing. To him, it isn't. He's open. A moment later, his lips touch the back of her hand.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

The rare time that Vy's attempting to avoid an argument, hostile emotions towards their common enemy, doesn't work. Complete opposite as it seems to fuel Jeran. How he can get this worked up over her is beyond her understanding. She's tough enough to fight and win her own battles. To take this as an insult, or honor of him wanting to protect her, she's unable to decide. Either way his touch doesn't alter with feelings. No he stays as gentle as ever despite the anger running through his veins. So in return she answers his question honestly about getting her hand checked out when it happened. "Yeah, it's fine. Just got crushed a little." She explains with a surprisingly calm voice. Usually she feeds off of who'm ever is next to her, not this time though. In this case it's best to not add onto the fire.

A demand arrives next, and even from the higher ranks Vy's bad at taking orders. But this one's from Jeran. Does that mean she should allow it? Go with it with hopes it'll sizzle things down. She'd be lying if she promised to stay away from Jins though. If he does ever return she will gladly finish the job, whether anyone wants her to or not. Not wanting to fib to Jeran, or make any guarantees she doesn't plan on taking, she goes for the joking route once again. "Okay Father." Her tone is still monotoned, with just a hint of sarcasm. After all he's sounding like one with these overbearing concerns. What has Vy done to deserve this treatment? To have someone actually care this much about her. She may never know.

Apparently her job's officially completed. Even more so then that as Jeran's very set on keeping Vy away from dealing with Jins. All because she may not be so lucky next time. So many insulting comments that Vy would usually strike back at. But the feelings that Jeran's expressing has her baffled on how to respond. He's so steamed that he has to drop her hand and travel across the room. The wall's used as support for a second, to collect himself before he turns back to her. His following words are a little easier to reply to. Curiosity how such a thing can even happen. How she could possibly let Jins do that. Yeah that part she can reply to.

"I cuffed him." Vy shares, her voice still down and not feeding off of Jeran's anger. "Tried to pull him closer, and he used it to his advantage." Plain and simple, and hopefully the honesty will calm things down. In a way it does, though it may only be Jeran and his ability to cool down so quickly. His eyes stare off into the distances as if to gather his thoughts. The final conclusion comes down to Vy being confusing. This has a small smirk coming to her face despite the situation. She's heard that statement quite a few times. "I do." No point in denying it.

The next part Vy's unable to swallow as easily. Even if there's the slightest possibility that Brittany's ever right, she doesn't want to hear it. There's nothing worse for Jeran to say, even if the ending's a little sweet. Not wanting to carry on with these bad vibes she keeps her lips tightly together. He returns back over to the other side of the room. But instead of taking his seat in the chair, he plops down on the bed next to Vy. Despite her sorrowful face he takes hold of her bruised hand again. There's such a need to pull back after he said her mother's right, but something holds her back from doing so.

An apology escapes next. Now it's really hard to be mad at him over that one comment. With all of the other's he's giving, she should only concentrate on those. What really plays in Vy's mind is his explanation. That he over reacts when it comes to someone he's close to. So that means... "We're close?" She questions in return because she was never expecting that. There's a spark that arrives when his lips gently rub against her bruise. Any bad emotions seem to slip from just that.

Going only by instinct Vy's free hand caresses Jeran's chin to bring his gaze back up. Before anymore can be said her lips connect with his. Nothing with force, or lust for more, just to share another precious moment of peace. Nothing bad can be said while lips are preoccupied. "Don't ever say my mother's right again." Her tone lacks any real anger, only sincerity. To prevent any protest her lips meet his again. 

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"You cuffed him?" His voice actually decides to change a little bit. Something about the way she said that has even the smallest hint of a grin showing for Vy to see. She goes on to explain what had happened and as if he was there, his vision sorta slips a little bit as if he was watching what she was saying. Even if her explaination is vague, he can still see different scenarios that could have came about in order for her hand to be messed up. For all he knew, Jins could have even tried to strangle her and instead gotten her hand instead. He's throuroughly pleased that those cuff marks are on her hand and not on her neck. It was hard enough for him to see that on his sister, and it shows on his face as being perplexed.

After calming down, he gives her a curious stare and a comment, one that she's agreeing to. Jeran shakes his head. As if he couldn't get her to get angry around him, he found the one thing that can be used to set her off like a firecracker. Her mother. He unknowingly makes that remark yet gives her a compliment in the same sentence without a pause. That means, without that hesitation there, that he's being nothing but truthful to her. He does find her amazing enough to be able to accomplish what others can't. How she was able to take down that murderous guy where Matthew and the others couldn't. Even if she keeps her mouth shut, he noticed the different before and after mentioning that woman and the words that she was right.

He doesn't seem to want to let go of her hand and even kisses it so tenderly, as if it'll take away the marks right there but Vy doesn't think what he says is right. She makes it known after the apology that she didn't even know they were close. Had he said the wrong thing? Was all of these assumptions about Vy in his life wrong? He tilts his head just a little, but his lips still go to touch her sensitive skin.

Never before has he done this for someone that wasn't his sister. Emotions, that is. Feelings about someone that would alter his way of thinking or actions. As he mentioned moments ago, the confusion is even worse now with that sudden way he has shown her kindness toward the injury.

His head lifts upward about the time that Vy's hand touches his chin and makes him do the same. They must be on the same brainwaves except for the fact that Vy's lips touch his before he can even comprehend the moment, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't react to it. Pent up issues seem to be released with that sudden kiss. His mind goes completely blank leaving everything behind. It is over before he can fully realize it and she's making a statement about the issue he felt he made a mistake on. "Don't ever say my mother's right again."

"Would you rather me say she is wrong?" He's assuming so many things that might be right. She was silent when he mentioned her mother, biting her lip so descretely, yet after the kiss, she mentions it. His assumptions are telling him so many things until she presses her lips against his again. This time, his mind is fully all about her. His hands snake around her waist, pulling her ever so gently closer to him, yet he's advancing on her in the same movement.

Male driven hormones are taking over where fear and anger previously was. Slowly but surely, he keeps her in his grasp, his hands exploring parts of her back that is basically just being done by raging emotions to the onset of her movements. Slowly, his fingers stop at the edge of her shirt, touching bare skin but stopping. This isn't like him at all and he knows it. "Should... I stop?" He asks, completely gentleman like in his own ways. Such amazing control where most of the population of his gender would just keep going until the woman would say something. Though, Vy isn't like most women, but that doesn't mean he should totally disrespect her.

[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Finally Jeran says something that doesn't make Vy sound like a weak little girl that needs protection. How she's lucky that she defeated that big bad wolf all on her own. It's approving this time, and his expression even shifts to match it. Vy's own lips grow into a proud grin now that he seems accepting. Why she even cares about his opinion is beyond her, but it effects her greatly. "Isn't that the first step in protocol? I'm not that much of a rebel." And the fact that he's not as angry has her wanting nothing more then to keep this mood.

Staying kind and friendly becomes a little difficult when Brittany's brought into the conversation though. Surprisingly it doesn't all blow out of proportion as it often does when someone upsets Vy, by bringing up one of those rare topics that really tick her off. Something about Jeran has that knee-jerk reactions not occuring. As if his touch and kind aurora makes up for his silly mistake. Well apparently it does as it's only her facial expression that alters. No harsh words or storm-filled exit out of his dorm. More along the lines of being speechless and glued to her spot as she's clueless on how to react. He's pissing her off yet making her feel special to him all at the same time. It's extremely frustrating to put it at that.

What better thing to do then stop the talking all together? With how amazing his lips feel against her bruised skin, she only wants to taste them against her own now. So that's exactly what she does, giving a brief warning in between the interlock. He's as sweet as his sister, guess Ruze's just have good kissing genes. Because despite the opposite gender he's not much different. Which only makes her curious if he's as good in other areas. They have to part though. Their faces only staying inches apart to not have much of a distances for the second round. There's not much he can say at this point to get her upset, or pulling back.

Luckily what Jeran decides to say next is perfect. "Yes." Vy answers bluntly because that's exactly how she wants things to be. Brittany isn't anything but wrong in her eyes. It is understandable how he's not aware. He's never witnessed how that woman can be. Which is a good thing in Vy's eyes. Now he knows better, making his lips and touch even more irresistible. The kiss sinks deeper, becoming more then just an innocent connection. All of these built up feelings, both good and bad, are making a hell of a combination.

Hands subtly tug her closer, and instinctively her own fold around the back of his neck to rid of that unneeded distances. At the same time Jeran's able to be affirmative while still remaining in his gentleman role. Fingertips come across a bare back, hesitantly as if unsure if he's allowed. Usually a guy would just wait until a girl says to something, but not Jeran. Of course he has to pause the action to get permission. "No." Vy replies with a grin because the last thing she wants him to do is stop. Just to prove her desire a leg swings over to sit herself on top of him, just as Kyanite did to her that one camping night. The kissing continues in the mean time, at an entirely new level as things begin to heat up suddenly. Apparently transferring anger into sexual tension has been a new hobby of hers lately.

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He's doing nothing but trying to make up for the comment that Vy had found offensive. Her mother is a taboo subject now, as he clearly makes it known to make sure to never mention that she is right again. Vy agrees quickly, making the pact solid. He's more than pleased to forget that the incident ever occured and how could he not when her lips suddenly has his mind in a whirlwind, trying to figure out where all of this came from. So much more than when they first met. Even further than their first kiss before Vy took off. Is she the type of woman who would be considered a black widow? Drawing in her men before she off's them?
She has suddenly hooked him, without his knowledge.

For someone who ran out the first time they kissed, she's making up for those missing feelings now. With his hands wrapped around her body, she's putting up her end of the bargain as well. She's doing just the same as he was, but he still can't figure out if it's what she wants or if he's taking it too far with her. So, being the person that he is, he stops for only a moment, asking permission, so to speak, before continueing any further with her. His level head trying to tell him that moving too fast with her will make her run off like last time and he certainly doesn't want that to occur again. That last time was hard enough, but this time, going this far only to have her disappear again, would be a disaster.

"No."

He watches her grin with that one word. That was the word he was hoping for because at the next moment, she's the one that lets it go further this time. He lets her, giving her the space that she wants because it's him that is giving her the reigns for those exact reasons. To let her be the one thats comfortable with how far to go. One more second of her lips on his, with the close proximity between them puts him into a slight bind. It's not everyday to be this heated with a woman, and he is usually quaint to keeping needs such as this, to himself for his own personal reasons.

Vy has unleashed a new kind of man from within. His hands begin to lift the shirt of the one in front of him. Her top disappears from her top half quickly. This new thing with Vy is driving him, his mind molding around every part of her body that he's quick to study. Every inch of skin that he can touch, he has.

With the position just right, he keeps his hold on her back and leans her backward, slowly edging her down until he's got the upper hand, but keeping a tight grip on her as well. For some reason, a question arises from their last meeting and he halts the moment to ask. "You're not going to run out on me again, are you?"