The Prettiness Is Kinda Depressing...(Open)

[Margaret Fox]

Everything was being compared to the Havens. Holly was sitting on a stone bench that was on the side of the path ways that outline places in the garden at Castle. Holly had tried everything, and she couldn't find one area where the Havens bested Castle. It a miserable defeat. The flowers at the Havens all ways burned her nose, at Castle, the smells flowed together, and soothed her. The dorms at the Havens weren't even in the same league. As a whole, Castle made Havens look like a homeless shelter, and that made Holly feel, well, a little disrespected all most. Sure, she hated the Havens, but that was because of all the crap that happened there, but, when you looked past all that, the school wasn't half bad. But, she had no say. The Havens, was gone, up in smoke, and so many people, some her friends, and some who weren't, had died.

She had to put on a brave face to live with the losses. Her two babies, Ashley, and Cassel had been ruthlessly murdered, and she didn't have time to grieve, she had to help her little family unit she had built hear. Holly was in her school uniform, which consisted of a white shirt, back skirt, and red tie. She had her hair pulled back in a pony tail, though it laid limp against her back. A few strands of hair dangled at the side of her face. She was practicing wearing a skirt, as, she was used to sitting with jeans, this whole idea of skirts was foreign to her. Holly soon noticed a little 5'5 figure walking towards her. "Oh God, Margaret, you didn't." Holly chuckled, putting the palm of her hand to her forehead. Margaret was wearing the boys uniform, with her hair hanging long.

She hadn't worn a skirt since she was old enough to dress her self, and she wasn't ever going back. She walked over to Holly and sat across from her on the ground, sitting criss-cross, smirking. "Close your legs!" she giggled, and Holly's face turned red as she closed her legs quickly, and hugged her own waist, glaring daggers at Margaret. "Your such a pervert." Holly said in a snarky kind of tone. Margaret smirked, and shrugged. "Not my fault, least I'm not not-" Holly raised her hand, her eyes closed in annoyance."I'ma stop you there little Ms." she said, and lowered her hand into her lap. She opened her eyes, and rolled them. "I can't attack you in a skirt, or run in one that, not fair." she said evenly. Margaret smirked, and stood up. She put her hands on her hips, grinning. "Who said life was fair?" Holly rolled her eyes once again. "Who said you could wear a boy's uniform?" Margaret's bit her lip, and though of something to say, than smiled sweetly."Who said I asked?"

[CloudHead]

Samie was passing by, enjoying break. She saw the odd pair, laughing too loud to be Castle students. So these are some people from the mysterious Havens, she thought. They looked rather different than the students at the Castle, less refined. She stared at them, starting to walk away, and nearly bumped into someone. "Sorry," she muttered as she hurried past. Kyle watched her walk by, then turned to look at Holly are Margaret having fun. He was still in the tattered clothes he had been wearing then the Havens burned down. In fact, they still had Cassel and Ashley's blood on them. He started to approach Holly, thinking of her shocked expression, of course, everyone thought he was dead because he hadn't been at Castle for a few days. He said, "Hey Holly, did you miss me?" His smirk as mocking.

[Margaret Fox]

Holly turned her head to were Kyle was, and though had heard the voice in her head, but no, it was him. The real flesh and blood Kyle. "Kyle!" she yelled, over joyed, tears streaming down her pretty face. She ran to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck, and laid the side of her face against his chest. She sniffed, and chocked on her own tears. "Kyle." she chocked out, her sobbing now taking it's toll on her voice. "I... I..." sobbed trying to collect her thoughts. "I thought... God I love you!" she said hugging him tighter as she cried into him, relying on him for most of her physical support in the standing department. Margaret stood up and smiled at Kyle, giving him a little look of thanks.

[CloudHead]

Kyle's smirk widened. He hugged Holly back. "So I'm God then," he asked, "since you love me?"

[Margaret Fox]

Holly didn't even respond to Kyle's joke. All she wanted was to have him hug and kiss her, and cuddle her till all this hell in side of her passed over. She clung too him, and looked up, her eyes red from sobbing. "Are they... really.." she choked up. "Dead?" she cried for her twin boys, knowing the answer.

[CloudHead]

Kyle's smirk died. He turned his face away from hers to hide his grief. Yes, they were really dead, brutally murdered. "Yes," he muttered, hugging her tighter.

[Margaret Fox]

"Alright." Holly whispered, more tears streaming down her face. She clung tighter to him. "Please... tell me they didn't feel anything."

[CloudHead]

Kyle stroked Holly's hair. "I don't know Holly, I'm sorry but I don't."

[Larksing]

Winry walked around the Castle outgrounds. Everything was pristine and perfect; and she wished she hadn't left behind her camera. She'd left it at home to focus on her studies. Winry looked over to Holly, Kyle and Margaret. She flet empathetic and approached. "Um, excuse me?" she asked. "I hate to barge in, but I also hate to let you go on like that. Are you alright?"

[Margaret Fox]

Holly sniffed, and pushed Kyle to the side, and wiped her tears away from her face. "Y-yea... I'm fine." she sniffed once again. Margaret sprang up to her feet, and claimed on top of Holly, forcing her into giving her a piggy back.

[Larksing]

Winry smiled and smoothed down her hair. "Good." she said. "I'm Winry. Nice to meet you three."

[Misty]

"You know, if you're sad about death, why not make a send off for them?" April's solemn voice drifted over towards Holly. April had her hair down, and it made a barrier between her and the others. She wasn't looking at them. April was wearing the girl's uniform, and had on small, silver hoop earrings. She was writing names on several pots in sharpie and muttering stuff. "Move on April, out of the past, that's what she said, that's what they would say, oh god, make it stop." It sounded like nonsense, these run-on sentences that made no sense when put together., and anyone passing by her would seriously consider taking her to a psychiatrist. She was writing on several pots in sharpie. The pots were filled with soil already. On the pots were the names Sierra, Lynn, Blythe, Maria, and, in shaky handwriting, Aiden. She put a few seeds into the filled pots, then watered them. She walked across the garden to the sunniest pot she could find. Then, she stalked over to Holly, Margaret, Kyle, and Winry. She tossed the pouch of seeds over to Holly. "Forget-Me-Not's have a ring to them, don't they? Plant them in a pot with the name of the dead one you loved. It's the best way to release the bad feelings." she smiled sadly at them. "Damn it all, I always blame myself for others deaths, don't I? But then, I was with them when they all died, so, it's like I'm one of those witnesses, that still get blamed for allowing it to happen, right?" April turned to Winry. "I'm not usually like this, promise. Hi, Winry, I'm April."

[CloudHead]

Kyle raised an eyebrow. "Winry? That's an odd name.." he trailed off, turning to look at Holly. "If it makes you feel better, the guy who killed them went through hell afterwards," Kyle whispered, "I know, because I did the revenge myself."

[Margaret Fox]

Holly hugged Kyle, ignoring the seeds that hit her arm. "Thanks." she whispered. She than, foced a small smile, but hid her face in his chest. "This is why I love you."

[CloudHead]

"Because I'm an awesome muscle man that will beat up anyone that will make you cry?" Kyle asked, hugging her back and burying his face in her hair.