One Girl Revolution [open[

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Kit hated the winter. There really was no way around it. Well, except for the excuse to get to wear a scarf, which she rather enjoyed. Especially this new rage of infinity scarves. No, she was not a Venus child and had no intent of ever mimicking one. She just really liked them, okay? Which meant, yes, she was rocking one right now. A white sort of knit-looking one she’d gotten for Christmas from her dad. Whom she was still talking a great deal to. She couldn’t exactly call him, no, but she sent him cards and the like all the time. The only bad part was that plants did not take to the mail too well. Though once he had sent her a packet of seeds that she had planted in her hidey spot in the woods (yay most shade plants!) so that sort of counted, right? Thankfully, the plants he’d sent perennials, so they didn’t just die completely at winter, but instead came back every year. Thank goodness. She’d actually just come back from checking on them. They seemed to be packing in for winter well enough. Good, good. If only she could do the same thing. Just go dormant all winter and wake up to beautiful spring.

She waved a hand at Terminus as he, as usual, assaulted her with questions – the only kind of assault he was actually capable of really – concerning her weapon-related intention in his city. His city. Riiiiight. She dismissed that one pretty quickly seeing as she wasn’t carrying any weapons anyway, and headed into the city. Today were chariot races, and she intended to see them. She stopped by her favorite coffee shop, belonging to one Terry Grandchester (seriously, it was like the best ever) and got a coffee and a tart. Not the healthiest thing, but delicious. Besides, with how much they trained here, it was like impossible for her to gain all that much weight. Which was her convenient excuse. Bag of tart around her wrist and cappuccino in hand, she drummed on the side of her leg as she walked, humming along with the band in her head. The Circus Maximus loomed in the distance as she made her way there. Thirty minutes to go, and she wanted a good seat.

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Word Count: 382
Notes: Kit’s new theme (if it doesn’t work (it didn’t for me), youtube search “One Girl Revolution Battle Remix” by Superchick)

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He was skipping training, again. He just didn't care for it. Especially not with the baby centurion he was "told" to listen to. Right, he only had mere months left of his service. So what if a complaint or ten was made about him. What was the worst that could happen? Cleaning the bathrooms? Like he would actually show up for it. He needed more excitement, more fun in the air rather than some boring day out sweating while performing sword techniques he had memorized years ago. He was the child of Bacchus, god of wine and debauchery. Therefore, screw the training. He was in New Rome and he was heading towards where the excitement was. Chariot races. A perfect excuse for grown men and women to get drunk during the day and yell at people in chariots racing around and around in an oval. Still, it was fun and hilarious when one of the charioteers chariots broke and they came within an inch of death. 

As he walked he started humming a little tune and stopped when he saw her, a smirk stretching onto his face. He had spent the last few weeks trailing a certain daughter of Janus because well, she was hot. That was pretty much each but he did get a friendship out of it too. One littered with benefits? Well that was for him to know. But there was one girl he always placed higher than everyone else, Kit Albright, or as he liked to call her, kitten. 

Luckily she was walking in front of him so it gave him the perfect opportunity to walk up beside her and place a hand around her vacant waist. He saw the bag for the tart and coffee in her hand. "Wow Kitten, you even brought me a snack. You're such a fantastic friend. And coffee too? Shucks, you shouldn't have." Kyle teased giving her his signature smirk. See, he wouldn't mind playing around with Kit like he did with the other girls but he would actually feel bad about it at the end, which wasn't like the other girls. He told her that eventually he would settle down and make her happy but for now he was young, let him make stupid decisions and get drunk and sleep around. It was the point of being a young adult. Better do it now while your body can hold more and won't leave you with a killer migraine in the morning than do it while your thirty and end up feeling like the biggest pile of horse crap in all of New Rome.

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notes: STEALING THIS THREAD IN THE NAME OF Kyt

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Kit was minding her own business really, had a few more hours before training, so why not have a little fun? This was going to be a good day. Delicious snack, maybe she’d pick up some totally unhealthy buttered popcorn too. Hmm. Now there was an idea. Popcorn was always a winner. Especially movie theater popcorn. Seriously, what did they put in that stuff? It was like a drug or something. You couldn’t just eat one piece. Or like ten pieces for that matter. No, it was always go for the gusto and get the large bucket, even if you were by yourself, because not only was it delectable, it also lasted a long time if you had some left over. Or, if you went to the one a touch further downtown on Third, you got free refills on large drink or popcorn. Which means you would both have to seriously pee your pants by the end of the movie (because it was wrong to get up in the middle of the film) and would have popcorn left over for at least one more day (popcorn could be made a meal, right?).

Maybe she’d go to the movies sometime. What was out right now? That new make of the Annie classic movie looked pretty good. She’d seen the original with her dad some eons ago and while she’d been too young to understand it much, she thought the singing was catchy. And the whole come-back-kid thing was great. Settled then. She just needed to somehow get to the show times then poof, all good. Hmm, she wondered if she should invite anyone to come along. Seemed a lot of people were all hyper about staying in camp after the abductions, even though they had all been brought back safely (mentally scared, but safe, right?). Might be hard to find someone who would be willing to go even to a hugely populated area like Third Street. Hmm…

Her thoughts were cut short by someone touching her around the waist. Normally this would be unwelcome and earn a good smack, if she didn’t already know who it was. No one was nearly as, ahem, close to females, as Kyle Hydee. Which only brought a big smile to her face as she sidled up to him. Gods, he was so cute, and fun, and-… shush, Kit. She pretended to be offended. “Ouch, you friend-zoned me!” She was teasing of course. She knew he was still a wild spirit more or less, and they couldn’t really be more than friends until he got through that stage. She just hoped they could still be together whenever that day came. Any number of things could happen, and she knew neither of them were immune to the real world. She shook those thoughts away. “Actually, if you’re not busy, I could use someone to help me finish the tart and capa-lapa. And popcorn that is likely to follow. Of course, you have to sit through chariot races to do so, unless you want to persuade me to another activity. Oh, speaking of another activity, how do you feel about leaving camp for a movie? We can, you know, do it the formal way and ask permission, though I can’t see that from you. And sorry, movie does not include nudity scenes. More of a-… inspirational fun number. Tell you what. I’ll pay. How’s that?”

Tag: Kyle Hydee!
Word Count: 567
Notes: I told you on fb, but for everyone else, Kit’s other new theme: Plant Life!

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Kyle bit back a comment that went along the lines of "Not like it's the first time, you should be use to it." He knew that would sting her far too much and while he might be a total jerk and flinging from one woman to the next without a care of their feelings he just couldn't do that to Kit. No, she was his little Kitten, his cherished Kitten. She was the only girl he would actually decide to stand up and protect instead of just giving a shrug and leaving with a good luck. He knew he wasn't the best guy in the world, not a knight in shining armor, far from it. If a girl wanted that that should look at the son of Mars or Venus, something besides him. Nah, he was the drunkard just looking for a good time.

Kyle smirked. "So chariot races and a movie or was it an or question. Gods dang it, Kit, there you go confusing me. Don't you know you need to use simple words around me? You never know whether or not I might be hungover when you're talking to me." Kyle said with a chuckle. Of course he wasn't hung over today, he was actually wide awake and completely aware of everything with no nagging headache pounding within the walls of his head. He just liked to give Kit a hard time. It would be weird if he didn't do that. "But of course I will gladly enjoy your company, especially if theres food involved. And since it was your idea, you get to pay." Kyle added with a smirk. He always pulled that card. Saved him a shiny penny every now and then. But it wasn't like he hadn't bought stuff for her or anything, he always made sure that in the long run he had spent a ton more money on her than she had on him.

But he didn't spend money on any girls on Valentines Day. That was something he always made sure of. Didn't want to break any poor fans heart. Nah, instead he waited until a couple of days later and got Kit something, not Valentines related but in his mind he called it her Valentines gift even if she didn't know it. The thought was there, it just wasn't ready to emerge and be made public yet and luckily for him, she understood that.

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notes: short T_T

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Kit laughed. “So you admit you’re hung over?” She leaned in close to him and took a hard look. “Your eyes look fine to me. Then again, you’ve been there so many times, who’s to say they’re not just used to it by now.” She snickered and offered him the coffee. “Alright, simpler words it is. We’re going to the chariot races. There, you and I will finish this food and the food we – probably me – buy there, and the drink. Then, at a later date, we go to the movies together downtown. Possibly asking permission, possibly not.” She tapped her chin with her free hand. “Or, if you are currently hung over, we could change plans to you finding a place to rest and me babying you back to full health.” Even if it included vomiting, she would stay with him through it, to be honest. That was just how she was. When most girls fled in horror, she stuck it through. For him, at least. For her siblings too, but seeing as most of them were now dead, that was slightly more difficult. She pulled herself out of that disturbing train of thought and turned back to Kyle with an expectant look. “So what’s it going to be, captain? Bed and breakfast or chariots and junk food?” The funny thing? She really wasn’t sure which she wanted him to pick. Chariot races were fun, but they could do that any time. She kind of liked the idea that he might trust her to take care of him when he was ill. Whichever he chose though, that was fine. She just wanted to hang with him.

It would seem chariot races and junk food were the pick though. She grinned. “You’re too kind.” She laughed and bumped his shoulder with hers. “I’m assuming you want the extra-healthy large popcorn with extra super mondo butter load? Then maybe throw in some corn dog nuggets or something. Oh man, corn dog nuggets. Reminds me of when my dad used to buy me Happy Meals when I was a runt. I was the weird one who usually corrected the cashier when they asked if I wanted a girl toy. Because Transformers are too cool and Barbie is overrated.”

She wasn’t looking at him as they walked and talked – or, mostly she talked – but instead looked ahead. She spotted a couple out of the corner of her eye holding hands and obviously not paying attention to anything or anyone except for the other person. Part of her wanted to pitch ice water at them just for grins and giggles, but there was also that weird part of her that was just a touch jealous. It reminded her of the time she and Kyle had carved pumpkins together. That seemed so long ago. But then, there had been a brief moment like that. Sort of. She would never forget it. She snapped her attention back to Kyle, gladly ignoring the couple. “We should do that too. Get Happy Meals when we go out to the movies. What do you say? I hear they have Cuties now as an option. Going healthy or some rubbish, but in all seriousness, those little mandarin things are delicious.”

Tag: Kyle H
Word Count: 540
Notes: KYT FOREVER!

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Kyle chuckled. How could he resist the prospect of food and fun? It was always better than being babied. Not that he didn't mind it when Kit was doing it but he wasn't much of a fan to lay back and not do anything all day and thank the gods for his fathers genes so that any hangovers he did find himself with didn't last too long. But back to the topic at hand. He was ready to just eat a whole bunch of unhealthy food and spend the day with his number one girl. He took a sip of the coffee he got her and pulled back from the cup with his tongue sticking out. "Holy gods, that's hot!" Kyle said with his now burnt tongue. Great, that was going to suck for the rest of the day. At least he was with his Kitten so that made up for it at least.

Kyle let out a laugh. His girl sure knew him. "That all sounds awesome. We got to get it all. And so wait, you were one of those girls? I always peeked ya for the ponytails and girly type of girl." Kyle said as he teasingly bumped into her as he shot her one of his teasing smirks. He could actually imagine her shooting the clerk in McDonalds and demanding a boy toy. He laughed some in his head at the thought of Kit wanting a boy toy nowadays. He would happily fill that position for her. He really needed to get his mind out of the gutter. But where was the fun in that? Everyone around him was more than enough serious and mature that he could happily be that one immature person.

A half smile rose on his face. "Oh my gods Kit, you're going to make me fat." He said in his best Valley girl accent as he chuckled. "Okay, but seriously that sounds great. Though I might bypass the happy meal and get one of those quarter pounders with a large fry and drink. Go the whole nine and wind up super unhealthy. I can split my fries with you, actually no. Those fries are too good to share. I'm sorry. I just can't give them up to you. Not matter how cute you are." Kyle said as he smirked with that ending compliment. He always tried to compliment her when he could. It was always subtle but hopefully enough to let her know she was his special girl.

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notes: sorry for the wait!!

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She didn’t argue when he took the coffee, and instead amused herself in simply watching him. Good old Kyle. Always up to his usual tricks. Then he went and took a sip and learned the hard way why she hadn’t drunk any of it yet. She couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, guess I should have mentioned that. It’s fresh. And hot.” She reached over and took it back, cupping her hands around the toasty cup to keep them warm. Warmth was wonderful. “How about you let me do the temperature testing, then you can have som. Seeing as your tongue is no longer capable of functioning.”

And there was that laugh of his. It brought a grin to her face. “Of course it does, because I said it.” She used her not carrying coffee arm to nudge him and laughed. “And pink dresses, don’t forget that. With lots of lace and frill. Yes, that was totally me. Now ponytails are handy. Pigtails are weird.” Well, there had been a time when she was little that her father put her in pigtails but he didn’t need to know that. Bright red, fluffy pigtails. Oh yeah. There were pictures, but thank the gods none here at Camp. He bumped into her and she smirked as she bumped him back, fully fine with starting a little bump war.

When he commented on her evil genius plot, she gave him a teasingly hard look. “Now how am I supposed to make you fat when you’re on to my sinister plans? By the way, you mastered that preppy accent. You sure you’re not an undercover blonde or something?” When he continued, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, so let me get this straight. I get the cute little Happy Meal with a Captain America toy and probably the milk and Cutie option because yum, and you get the quarter pounder with large fries and a soda… and you say I’m trying to make you fat. And before you start getting on my case about being healthy, I just really like fruit, okay?” She was half teasing, though her words were true enough. “And you ask my dad if you like. I have a not-so-secret addiction to milk. Like when I was yay big, we had to get a new gallon every week.” She smirked as he talked about not actually sharing his fries. Though she didn’t miss the part where he called her cute. That was just the sort of thing that she absolutely loved to hear from him. Little things like that reminded her that, to him, she was special. He’d probably say it to other girls, but eh, don’t spoil her moment. “Aaaalright, I’ll get a small fry of my own.” It was hardly a moment later when they reached the entrance of the Circus Maximus. She beelined for the concessions stand just inside the entrance and thankfully, was next in line. She just sort of assumed Kyle would keep up, considering food was involved. Food that she was paying for, to be specific. She got the death-amount-of-butter popcorn and corn dog nuggets and paid for them before turning back to Kyle. “You get the honor of carrying the food. But since I paid, I pick where we sit.” She grinned. Not that she would do anything bad, just probably pick the best seats in the best section available. So there went it actually being much of anything to say.

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Word Count: 577
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