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 Bird's Eye View [TW: violence], Zinnia/Kimi
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She wasn't supposed to be out here. She wasn't—but it was hot in her room upstairs and she couldn't sleep, and then one thing led to another. She'd opened the window first, but the breeze blowing in had brought all the sights and sounds and smells of the city in with the breeze—and the breeze wasn't even that cool. So—as she often did—she crawled out onto the roof and sat, legs dangling over the edge. Heights had never bothered her. Even as a child she was fond of climbing onto chairs, kitchen counters, she-later—scaling the convent’s roof. Testing her wings by jumping off of all the things she climbed on usually did not end so well, though her wings had worked well enough that she was only left with the odd broken bone.

Now she was older and not as stupid. She knew better than to go jumping off the top of a building many many stories in the air. The vicarage roof, which had only two floors—three if the basement were counted—was far more sensible. She hadn't planned on jumping off of it, or even of leaving the roof at all. But the city was loud and she could smell the rash from the dumpster one Street over, and it was hot, hot, hot, even outside. So she'd crawled back in and changed from the long white nightgown she usually wore into jeans and a tank top, also white. Now at least she was dressed, though she wasn't planning on meeting anyone.

Father Ivan was downstairs sleeping—as she should've been, but wasn't—so she crept very very very quietly back out onto the roof. She stepped to the edge, crouched, and jumped. At first, the ground came rushing up to meet her and she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for a crash. Instead, an updraft caught her wings and carried her up into the air. A few good flaps later and Helena was soaring, the street below her growing smaller and smaller the higher she flew. Helena grinned, biting her lip to keep back a laugh. It would lent Do to wake someone up and be spotted. That never ended well.

She flew until the scenery below changed from houses and streets to grass and trees. Helena had not learned how to land yet-not really—she simply flung herself at the ground and hoped to end up somewhere soft. Sometimes she did, sometimes she didn't. Tonight, she ended up in a bramble patch. With a muffled yowl, Helena set about freeing herself. Clawing at the thorny branches, she pushed them aside and scrambled out, whimpering at the scratches along her face and arms. Father would say she deserved them, that they were her punishment for disobeying and leaving the house when she knew she wasn't supposed to. Helena’s shoulders hunched and her wings folded themselves around her. They weren't warm, or soft, but the weight felt nice.

Maybe she should go home before someone saw her—or she was missed—and she got in trouble.

Helena turned, heading for a group of trees, when she heard a voice behind her. “Get a load of that! Quick, get your phone man. We’ll be famous.” Oh. No, no, no, no, no. She'd been seen. Maybe. Maybe if she ran she could get to the trees before—“Hey Bird girl. Smile for the National Inquirer.” Helena turned, squinting into the darkness, yelping as a camera flash went off. No, no, no. They couldn't show that to anybody. They couldn't they couldn't they couldn't. Snarling, she ran toward the group of boys. Up close she saw there were three of them, most about her age. She lunged at the one holding the phone, but he only laughed and threw it to his friend. Helena ran toward him, but he tossed it to the other boy who tossed it back to the first. They were all taller than her, and stood just close enough that her wings were no help.

She had to do something. She had to get the phone. Springing at the boy holding it, Helena sank her teeth into his arm. He shrieked and dropped the phone. She dove for it—and one of the others grabbed her, wrapping both arms around her from behind and wrestling her away, kicking the phone to their third friend. The one who'd grabbed her was strong, holding onto her even as she kicked and thrashed. He forced her up against a tree before drawing back his fist and punching her in the stomach. With a cry, she doubled over, grabbing onto her knees to stay upright.

When she straightened up again, the boy she'd bit was coming toward her, the knife in his hand flashing in the darkness. “Hey Birdy. Maybe it's time somebody clipped your wings, huh?”

ZINNIA F. CANDIDO

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Tiger Lily
twenty-six
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Heterosexual
She/her

played by Kimilicious17 posts • prefers She/ her pronouns
hurry up now I need a miracle
It was late. She should have been home hours ago, but she'd lost track of time at the soup kitchen she'd been volunteering at. Zinnia had spent the entire week with her father and it had left her exhausted, but instead of going home and crashing she had all of this anxious energy to expend. She'd only intended to spent a few hours at the church, but instead she'd worked half the night it seemed. When she'd finally looked up at the clock and realized she needed to eventually find her way home, it was already creeping past late and into early.

She'd left the church, though still that nervous tension was twisted up in her gut. She'd been able to forget about it for a while, helping those who needed it, putting others' problems before her own, but now that she was alone with her thoughts it came back again. Thoughts of her father's mortality, of the dreams that had come with increasing frequency. Zinnia knew this wasn't the only life she'd lived, but then again was this the only life anyone had lived? She had a deep seated belief in spirituality and the thought had never caused her grief, at least not until lately. She'd met someone that triggered a response in her she'd never felt before and it was strange to say the least. Not to mention her father was fighting a terrifying battle that she had no idea how to help with, how could she even think to turn her eyes away from him? Everything was a mess in her head and even though she should have gone home, she found herself wandering.

She'd visited this particular park on many occasions, though usually it was during the day time hours. It was a lovely place though and she found herself drawn to it despite the late hour. Zinnia had always found it easier to unwind around nature and even though New York City was a sprawling metropolis, it still had these little getaways tucked in every corner.

Zinnia hadn't been there long when she heard a commotion. It sounded like something had fallen out of a tree. At first she paid it no mind, though she did reach into her knapsack and seize the pepper spray that she carried inside. She kept walking, trying to refocus her energy on simply decompressing. That wasn't to be however when she heard yelling. Zinnia's head snapped towards the sound, though she couldn't hear the exact words being said. She veered towards it, picking up the pace as the voices rose. She had just peaked a small hill, the scene of several boys tormenting a young woman coming into view. "Hey!" the word was out of her mouth before she could even hope to reel it in. The girl was doubled over, obviously in pain and Zinnia had watched these heathens beating her. She broke into a run, though honestly she was just another small girl against what, three boys? It didn't matter, she wasn't going to let this happen.

"Leave her alone!" Her voice carried, anger obvious as she came up on the group. The first had turned to her, a knife in his hand and she wasted no time in leveling her pepper spray at him. Zinnia didn't give him time to respond, hosing the boy right in the face with the spray. A strangled cry left him as he fell to the ground, a cell phone tumbling from his other hand as he rubbed at his eyes. She turned to look at the next, the man frozen in place as she leveled the spray on him. "Come pick up your friend and beat it, or I swear to God I'll get your ass next." she growled, just far enough away from the group of them that the last couldn't saddle up behind her. She was already digging her cell phone out of her back pocket. "I'd hurry up, the cops come quick in this area," she said, her voice carrying a sing song tune as she made like she was dialing 911.

The boys scrambled, obviously not down with a fair fight. The two who hadn't been hosed down with pepper spray were pulling their friend to his feet, though one of them moved to pick up the cell phone that had been dropped. Zinnia's eyes flashed to the young woman of whom they'd been beating on a moment prior and was immediately struck by the fact that she had wings, stone wings. She wasted no time, taking a step forward and stomping on the cell phone just before it could be snapped up. Again, she jammed the pepper spray can in the boy's face. "I said beat it!" she yelled, bowing up despite her size. The phone was shot and the three boys seemed to be of the thought process that this had grown to be more trouble than it was worth. They collected their friend, who was now crying, and turned to get the hell out of dodge.

Zinnia moved towards the girl now, though kept her focus on the retreating forms of the three boys. She glanced at the girl. "You alright?" she asked softly, kneeling beside her.

HELENA I. MELNYK
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Helena shrank back, eying the woman as she approached them. Was she with the boys? Would she hurt her too? She watched, mouth slightly open, as the woman shouted at the boys to leave her alone. She pulled something from her bag, spraying the one with the phone in the face with it. He dropped the knife and phone--and the woman stepped on it, shouting at the boy who'd tried to get it--then started crying. Probably, Helena should have felt sorry for him. Whatever the stranger had sprayed him with must have hurt. She should have--but she didn't.

The boys did not want to leave, and the woman threatened to call the police. Oh. Oh, oh, oh. No police. No. That would be bad. Very very very bad. They would see her and they would take her and they would lock-her-up and scientists would come and study her for-research. Finally, the boys left, and there were no police coming. It was alright. She was safe. Safe safe safe. She let herself breathe again, though her stomach still hurt from where the boy had hit her. Probably, she would have a bruise in the morning. That was alright though. She was not being locked-up. She could go home. Bruises were familiar anyway. She was used to dealing with them.

Helena pressed herself against the tree when the woman came closer still and squatted beside her. The stranger had seen her wings--Helena had seen her looking--maybe now she would be afraid. But she didn't seem to be. She just asked if Helena was alright. Out of habit, she said, "Yes, thank you for asking," then blurted out, "You are very brave." Cheeks growing hot, she ducked her head to stare at her feet. She was never any good st talking to people. What was she supposed to say to this stranger who had come to her rescue? Maybe nothing. Probably, that would be better. She would surely say the wrong thing again anyway, just as she always did.

Heaven's Light
I knew I'd never know that warm and loving glow Though I might wish with all my might No face as hideous as my face Was ever meant for
heaven's light
made by Little One of CAUTION

ZINNIA F. CANDIDO
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Tiger Lily
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Shapeshifting; Crow
Photographer
Heterosexual
She/her

played by Kimilicious17 posts • prefers She/ her pronouns
hurry up now I need a miracle
Her heart was racing. It had been a long time since she'd really had to get nasty with someone. Back home in Manhattan there were so many people who knew her face, who knew just who's daughter she was. She didn't like to boast, but she was sure being Harold Candido's daughter had gotten her out of a few sticky situations in her youth. As an adult of course, she'd had to learn to fend for herself, especially in the years she'd spent overseas. Still though, she always found herself surprised at people's lack of human decency. Why did people do what they did to others? Why couldn't everyone just love one another? That was an answer that would bring world peace and of course, and answer that would never be found. Zinnia had always tried to be an optimist but it was moments like these that broke her heart. The human race was a mess, but all she could do was try and pour some goodness back into it, even if some days it seemed fruitless.

The girl with the stone wings pressed herself closer to the tree, averting her gaze. As soon as Zinnia had asked if she was alright, she'd blurted an affirmative answer. Zinna couldn't help the small frown that tugged at her lips. The young woman before her was someone who was used to this sort of treatment. Her immediate reaction gave her away and for the second time in only moments, Zinnia felt her heart break. This poor girl.

Zinnia tucked the pepper spray back into her purse and as she did so, the girl was speaking again. Zinnia smiled lightly, though the girl's face was already turning red. Apparently, she hadn't quite meant to blurt out so many words. Zinnia shrugged lightly. "Just doing what any decent person would have done, you know?" she said easily. She wished her words had more truth to them, so many self professed decent people would have walked away and let whatever happened here continue to happen. Zinnia would never have been able to live with herself had she done that. No one deserves to be beaten through no fault of their own. Truthfully, she saw little reason to resort to violence ever, but she knew that was her inner pacifist speaking.

"Are you sure you're okay? Those guys were jerks, I'm sorry you had to crash land into their stupidity." she said softly, trying to coax this young woman away from the tree and out of the shadows. Zinnia had no desire to just up and leave the other out here all alone. What happened if those two ass holes came back looking for revenge? Zinnia couldn't exactly call the cops, even if she'd wanted to. Even though the girl was trying to hide them, the stone wings stood out and drew attention. They didn't phase Zinnia, not really. She'd seen stranger things, though to be real those things had been in dreams. She couldn't judge though, after all she had wings of her own. Zinnia could shift into the form of a crow, though that was something that no one knew but herself. It was... enlightening knowing that there was someone else around with their own oddities to them. It just made the girl before her more beautiful, more unique.

HELENA I. MELNYK
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All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone Hungry for the histories they show me
Slowly, slowly, slowly, she relaxed. It was alright. She was safe, she was safe, she was safe. The nice woman who had saved her put whatever she had sprayed the boys with away, back in her purse. Good. Maybe her wings had not frightened her rescuer too much. That was good, also. The woman had-gone-to-a-great-deal-of-trouble-for-her, and it would be bad if Helena's wings frightened her. Still, it was odd that they didn't. Father said they would, and only her friend Devina was not bothered by them. The group of children she'd seen all those years who certainly were, and the boys just now were. Why else had they hurt her, except they were afraid

The woman wasn't. She even got closer, though that had made Helena shrink back at first. Nobody got that close unless she was bad and they meant to punish her for it. Except--again--Devina. This woman, with her pretty dark skin and hair, reminded her of her friend. Maybe they knew each other. If they didn't, maybe she would introduce them, and then she would have two friends. That would be wonderful. Wonderful wonderful wonderful.

Oh. Helena chewed her lip. The woman was not going to want to be her friend if she kept ignoring her questions. “Sorry. Yes, I am sure. I am only a little sore." It was nice that she asked. Nice, nice, nice. But there wasn't anything to do for bruises except wait for them to heal. Besides, probably lifting her shirt up to show the other woman was bad. They were in-public, and, it was bad to show your skin in-public. That's what Father always said, anyway, and she would be in enough trouble already if he found out where she was, and what almost had happened. No need to add indecent-exposure to her list of sins.

She snorted, glancing up at her new friend then away again. A faint, quiet giggle slipped out. Oh! This one was funny. Funny, funny, funny. That was nice, too. "Mmmmm. Yes. Much crash landings." She giggled again, giving her new friend another smile. ”My name is Helena.” Out went her hand, like Father taught her. ”What is your name?”

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Tags: ZINNIA F. CANDIDO
Notes: this is short, sorry!
Give me one day out there All I ask is one To hold forever
made by Little One of CAUTION
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Tiger Lily
twenty-six
Shapeshifting; Crow
Photographer
Heterosexual
She/her

played by Kimilicious17 posts • prefers She/ her pronouns
hurry up now I need a miracle
The girl was strange, child-like in a sense. Zinnia idly wondered if this was her first time out and about. If it was, she was awfully old for that, wasn't she? Where had she been before this? Had she escaped somewhere? Questions filled Zinnia's mind, but she tamped them down. She was sure if she started asking this meeting would go south. The young woman before her probably wouldn't want to divulge a great deal of information, at least not right away. Zinnia had stepped in to save her, sure but who knew how trusting this girl was? With those wings, beautiful as they were, she was probably very guarded. One would have to be, Zinnia wagered. They didn't seem like they went away, so one would have to be very careful out among people. Had this girl ever actually been out among other people? Thoughts and possible solutions to problems she didn't even know if the woman had began racing through her mind, but again Zinnia tamped it down. One step at a time.

Only a little sore. She said it as if she were used to the pain. No one should be used to such things and Zinnia began to think perhaps she was abused, as well. It wouldn't be surprising, not really. Humans were terrible to one another on a good day, but to those who were different? Zinnia had seen and experienced things herself, watched people beat others for the color of their skin, the choices they made in lovers or friends. The girl before her was anything but normal and where Zinnia saw beauty she was sure someone else would see terror. People were cruel.

The girl let out a faint, quiet giggle and Zinnia couldn't help the smile on her face widening just a bit. At least she still had laughter in her, that was something. She wasn't beaten down so far that there was nothing left. She giggled again, then introduced herself. Helena. Helena thrust out her hand to shake Zinnia's and she took it in both of hers, shaking it lightly. "A pleasure to meet you Miss Helena. I'm Zinnia." she said sweetly. Helena was brightening already and Zinnia glanced around the dark park. It was late, but there was a noodle just just around the corner that was open 24 hours, she knew. "You hungry? There's a great place just a few blocks over," she said with a smile. Helena's wings were prominent, but Zinnia was wearing a beaded wrap. If the woman didn't have something to toss over her shoulders, Zinnia would be sure to offer it.

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One day Out there!
All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone Hungry for the histories they show me
Helena had a new friend, she decided, when the woman took her hands in both ic hers and gave Helena her name. It was a very pretty name, making her think of soft, nice-smelling flowers. Inside her head, she said the woman's name a few times, letting it rattle around where it would be safe. Father always said no and stop-that and hush when she said words out loud over and over. He said it's-obnoxious-and-I-can't-think-when-you're-babbling-to-yourself. So. Inside her head was better. Better better better.

"It is nice to meet you, also, Miss Zinnia. I like your name. Is like flowers." Father taught her to say that--it-is-nice-to-meet-you--and mostly she only said it to him, when they were practicing. She did not tell him it was stupid, and pointless, because he eould not let her meet anyone. The exercise was stupid, but she wasn't. Mostly, she did not mean it, she only said it because Father expected it. This time, though, she did mean it. Zinnia was her friend, and if was nice to meet her. Nice, nice, nice. The compliment she meant, definitely, and that she did not say out of habit. She had said it because she wanted to, nit because she had to. Would Zinnia notice? Pfobdbky not, but that was alright.

She tilted her head at the mention of food. Almost slways she was hungry. Father said she was a-glutton-and-thought-about-food-too-much, but, he was not here and the woman had offered. Helena had not asked. So, maybe it was alright that she accepted. But, her wings eould be seen. She had not thought to bring a coat, and if the boys were bad, what would an entire room full of people do? Helena chewed her lip. The woman had a scarf on, but she was not sure if it was polite to ask if she could borrow it. Maybe it would be alright. It would be nicer than mentioning her wings and trying to trick the woman into offering it. She had tried to do that with Father once, and he said she was being decietful-and-wicked-and-she-should-have-asked-outright-instead-of-talking-about-how-nice-the-new-book-he'd-bought-looked. So, she would be good this time and ask outright, like Father said. "I would love to go, I am hungry, but, my wings. May I borrow your scarf?" Her new friend could always say no of course, but maybe she wouldn't, and anyway, at least Helena had asked her right.

Tags: ZINNIA F. CANDIDO
Notes: this is short, sorry!
Give me one day out there All I ask is one To hold forever
made by Little One of CAUTION
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Tiger Lily
twenty-six
Shapeshifting; Crow
Photographer
Heterosexual
She/her

played by Kimilicious17 posts • prefers She/ her pronouns
hurry up now I need a miracle
Zinnia smiled as Helena told her she liked her name, that it was like a flower. How right Helena was, actually. Zinnia was beginning to think that perhaps the woman before her was older than she'd originally though. She had a maturity to her face that didn't quite match her voice. There was something very strange about Helena and it wasn't the stone wings. That was something that didn't phase Zinnia in the least. People came in all shapes and sizes, herself included. However it seemed the wings were something that Helena couldn't retract or hide. Stranger and stranger. Zinnia could change the entirety of her body from human to crow. To the average person, she was what one could refer to as normal. That Helena couldn't hide her wings on a notion was curious. More than curious, it was dangerous. The fact that she wasn't on the news or the cover of a tabloid meant someone had taken great care to hide her from view. Someone who, if Zinnia let her suspicions run away with her, wasn't very kind.

"Thank you," she'd said sweetly, her smile never fading. "Just Zinnia is fine, though. That's what friends call me." she said easily, hoping to drop the formality that she herself had started. Force of habit. Helena, too had manners. Zinnia could tell there were a million thoughts running through the other woman's head, thoughts she hadn't verbalized. It took another moment before Helena finally settled on what words to let escape her, telling Zinnia that she would love to go and eat with her, except of course her wings would draw attention. Helena asked to borrow her wrap then and Zinnia nodded eagerly, "Oh of course!" She pulled the beaded wrap from around her own shoulders before gesturing to Helena to come closer. Zinnia wrapped the delicate thing about Helena's shoulders then, the busy bead work and woven threads doing an excellent job of misdirecting the eye from the stone wings that Helena was no doubt tyring to flatten against her back. It looked a bit strange, but the average person would simply avert their eyes. Staring was considered rude after all and with nothing to call out, people wouldn't stare long. Zinnia grinned, clasping her hands in front of her. "You look lovely." she said with a little nod. She gestured then towards the sidewalk, "Walk with me?" she asked as they moved from the grassy park and onto the concrete. She didn't want Helena to think she had to follow along behind, rather Zinnia wanted the other to walk beside her.

Zinnia looked over at Helena as the woman fell into step beside her. "Are you from around here, Helena? Or just dropping in for a visit?" Zinnia gave a little grin.

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