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Deryn wasn’t sitting in the university library at 2am because she needed to study. She had uncharacteristically left her keys at home that morning and her brother Alex was away overnight with his class on a trip to study something she hadn’t taken all the time to listen to. As much as she loved her brother and could hold length philosophical discussions with him, there were times when she just zoned out and thought about a million different things than what he was muttering on about. Alex was a mutterer, just like she was softly spoken but not in a way that suggested she was shy, but her tone frequently implied that Deryn would rather be anywhere else and talking about anything else. It even suggested that when she was speaking passionately. However, after finishing at lock up down at Font, Deryn could think of few places in the city to hide away in until her brother’s return the following day. She wasn’t the type to make friends so easily, and those who she might have the numbers of in her phone were not the type she would call up to crash on their couch. Deryn was a little too proud and accustomed to her own company for that sort of thing. In all of her life she had never attended a single slumber party because she had never seen the appeal of such a thing.

She tucked her leg up onto the chair, ignoring the scowl from a rather nerdy looking kid who appeared as though he might eat the economic textbook he was pawing through if he got any closer to it. Deryn thought she might bite him if he snarled at her once more like that. She didn’t take too kindly to that sort of attitude when it was directed at her. She felt tired, but she was far from exhausted. Deryn had once pushed herself to go as long as she could without sleep until Alex talked her into quitting when she reached day four. She then went on one hell of a sleepwalking trip around their apartment to the point where all the doors and windows were locked for her own safety. At least tonight she didn’t need to worry about sleepwalking anywhere since sleep wouldn’t be happening. Hell, the textbook in front of her was just for show so the night security didn’t think she was in there for the warmth.

Turning the page but not actually reading the text, Deryn rested her head on her knee and let out a loud sigh, purely to annoy the economics kid who was probably over studying anyway. In all of her years she had never felt the need to be studying in the middle of the night and Deryn had been a straight A kid in school, aside from a B in gym class which she got because she bounced the ball off a blonde girl’s head whose name she had never bothered to remember. School had been such a tedious experience for the dark haired girl that she didn’t really pay much attention to those hallways or the people in them. It was a means to an end and as soon as the graduation ceremony was over she climbed into the car with Alex and they left that life behind. Deryn was watching the words on the page before her blue together into squiggles when a tussle on the other side of the library caught her attention and she snapped her head up in time to watch two guys fighting as a girl who looked a little too dressed up for a night of intense revision shouted at them both to stop it. “Barbaric morons.” Deryn mumbled, ignoring the fight to go back to not actually paying attention at her book. They’d either move outside to wipe the floor with each other or security would come along to tell them to play nicely. Either way, she didn’t care about the end result.

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Jessie had only been in New York for a week and a half, so she was still used to her California time schedule. It might have been two in the morning in New York City, but in San Diego it was only eleven at night. She also hadn't made any new friends here, seeing as she had been spending all of her time with Simon, her older brother. She hadn't seen him in at least a year, and she had missed him dearly. And since she was going to be living with him for a while now, she decided to get to know the new Simon, the one New York and independence had created. She knew that deep down he was still the same Simon she grew up with. The adorable, nerdy kid. But, from what she could tell, he was much more confident and seemed to actually have friends in this giant town. He still hugged her and treated her like a kid, just as he had done when he lived in San Diego with her, so she was happy for him. She was happy that he had broken out of his shell, but she was also happy for him because he stayed true to himself in the sense that he loved his family. 

Another thing Jessie had to get used to was the climate. She had never seen snow before a week and a half ago, and she had been in for a big surprise. She had heard that winters were cold in the north, but she had no idea they were this cold. Of course, her first night in New York, she had worn shorts. Luckily, Simon had been better prepared and let her borrow some sweatpants or else she would've frozen to death. The next day, still wearing his sweats, she went shopping for more appropriate clothing since she had decided to spend the next four years of her life there on a whim. As the week had gone on, though, she had learned that she loved the snow. She loved seeing the snowflakes falling from the sky, and she loved the fact that some were completely perfect looking and some were just a mess. 

So, here the blonde California-girl was, sitting in the university library at two in the morning. She had wanted to start studying a little, anyway, but she had mostly come here so she wouldn't keep Simon up all night. She knew if she had stayed there, she would've kept him up by talking or forcing him to watch a cheesy movie with her. Plus, he was probably sick of his little sister by now, anyway. But instead of studying, she had the chemistry book open in front of her, on the other side of the table. She had gotten bored and decided to draw. She was drawing her take of the Spider-Man and Mary-Jane's iconic kiss. Spider-Man was hanging from a string of web in the center of the page while Mary-Jane stood on the ground, in the middle of a street. There were villains behind them, about six different ones, all coming after them. They were smaller to make it look like they were coming up on the two lovers. But nothing was phasing them. They were still so passionate about each other. 

As she started on the coloring of her picture, she became startled by shouting breaking the silence of the late-night library. She jumped slightly, causing her hand to jerk. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She knew she had just messed up the picture she had spent the past four hours on. After counting to five (a strategy she had learned from her mom), she opened her eyes, scanning the picture. She frowned, trying in vain to rub the red marks off. 

"Fucking pieces of shit..."

She said rather loudly. She crumbled the drawing up, walking over to a trashcan and tossing it in. She was walking back to her table when she bumped into a chair. 

"Fuck, I'm sorry."

She told the girl sitting at the other end of the table. There was no reason for her to keep quiet. It wasn't like she hadn't just made a small scene when she got mad at the people arguing. She looked over when a kid cleared his throat at her. She rolled her eyes. 

"Oh, go to Hell."

She muttered at him as he looked back at his book. 


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Deryn was bored. Not that it was anything new. She had spent the best part of the last twenty-two years in a state of boredom while the world went by. If it hadn’t been for Alex she might never have made it this far and boredom might have actually broken her. However, without her brother she could be more cynical and complicated than people originally fathomed. For that reason she usually stuck close to the barely older sibling who wasn’t actually her twin, but who could pass for it. He brought out her better side – if it could be called that. More often than not he just said things that made her talk more and not comment on the depressing state of humanity and the failing state of the society in which they lived.

Glancing at her phone to check the time, Deryn recalled the three text messages she still hadn’t replied to. She was fairly certain one was three days old, but that wouldn’t speed her up. She replied whenever she felt like it and more often than not considered that a waste of time and energy considering she often saw the only people who ever text her at work most nights in the week. Simon and Thea were capable of tolerating her for reasons Deryn had not yet figured out. It confused her, but she wasn’t the type to stay up at night and worry about it. She’d rather spend that time in her bed and actually asleep; something she was being deprived of now thanks to her own slip. It was not something she was proud of, nor did she want to repeat it. The library was dreary and dull at the best of times, but the dead of night just seemed to make it sad and pathetic.

People fighting in the library was something else entirely. Who came to the library to brawl? It lowered her opinion of her classmates once again, and she blinked, tilting her head to the side when someone knocked into the chair on her table. Deryn merely raised her eyebrows and let out a weary sigh. People really did grate on her nerves, and it seemed the girl was in a foul mood that only worsened Deryn’s. “If you’re just going to shout profanities for the rest of the evening, I’m pretty certain this Economics kid is going to have an aneurysm.” She spoke loud enough to be heard, but her voice was always soft and deep. It didn’t offend Deryn, but she had already had enough of the kid huffing at her every time she moved, and now it was just amusing to watch him squirm. She could be a little mean when she really wanted to be, she guessed.

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Jessie was pretty mad about her drawing being messed up. She had really worked hard on it, and it had actually come out close to how she pictured it in her mind. That was rare for her. Normally she would start drawing, and her hands would create something completely different than what she had envisioned. Now, her drawings weren't bad. They were usually pretty good, great even. But she never got what she had thought of in her mind, which ended up frustrating her. 

As the girl spoke to Jessie, she looked over at the boy studying. She studied him for a moment before turning her attention back to the girl she had bumped into. Something in Jessie just didn't care that this kid was trying to studying this late at night or that he was being a priss about even the slightest noise. It actually made Jessie a little pissed off, not that it was hard to piss the teenage girl off. Jessie had a foul attitude most of the time and a potty mouth all of the time, which was surprising since her childhood had been pretty normal and decent. She had loving parents who raised her and her brother the best they could. Simon turned out amazingly, but Jessie just had to rebel for some reason. 

"Eh, he can go somewhere else. I don't even understand why he's in here so late studying. Doesn't he know that it's better to study earlier in the day and get a good nights sleep?

She said, mostly speaking to the economics nerd. Jessie was full of random facts for some reason. It was something she was good at, and she loved being able to surprise people with random facts. 

"Besides, I don't think anyone but him is studying right now. We could over throw him, right?"


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Deryn was anti-social most of the time. She was also a girl who could cause a fight without actually getting involved in said fight. It was a knack she had developed merely from being brutally honest and dry witted from the moment her linguistics skills had developed. Alex wasn’t very different, though he seemed to put a little more effort in whereas his sister genuinely couldn’t care less about the rest of society around her. When charity workers tried to interrupt Deryn on her way from A to B she often blanked them or came back with so much dry spiel that they backed away while she was still talking to them about the failings of the world and how she didn’t give enough of a damn to change her shampoo after six years of using the same brand, never mind the rest of the earth. Giving a crap could be something someone else did, but the capacity to really care didn’t seem to be the Volek blood.

Arching her eyebrow, Deryn flicked a lazy gaze between the two kids. To Deryn, everyone who looked younger than her was a kid. It didn’t matter if it was by a few days or twenty years; they were a kid. “Of course, the library was created as a hovel for idiots to wrestle in. The books are merely here for show, and the doors are simply open so we can marvel at the sheer brawn of the morons who drink too much liquor and then are overwhelmed with a Neanderthal desire to bash skulls in.” Alex once said her sarcasm would be the end of her, but since college had them in different classes after eighteen years of being mistaken as twins for their closeness, he wasn’t around so much these days to entertain Deryn’s need for a pessimistic banter.

Deryn returned her attention to not paying attention to her own textbook and brought her knee back up to act as a rest for her chin. She was not about to engage in an argument about study times, especially not when herself and her brother had aced every test and exam they had sat on little revision and probably when they had been up late the night before lazily quizzing each other on the topics while inserting their opinions on how pointless the curriculum was, and how weak the education system had become. They were quite the duo in high school. “I think you’ve overestimated my interest in the matter.” Deryn muttered in a bored tone, eyes fixed on the pages of information she couldn’t care less about. If a kid wanted to huff and puff, she’d let him. If another wanted to fight, she’d let them. She also wouldn’t move to indulge them. That was just her way.

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<sup>Jessie liked people. She had always been the outgoing one in the family. She could walk into a room and make at least one new friend. She was quick to start up conversations, and she was decent at keeping them. She never really kept in touch with most of the people she talked to, mostly because they had nothing else in common other than the thing they met at. But she did enjoy meeting new people. Back in California, she had always been around at least three people at a time. Whether they be close friends, Rhys, or her family. Now that she lived in New York, though, she only had her brother. Not that he wasn't enough, but he didn't want to be around her twenty-four-seven. She knew that much. He had made a life for himself here, which was something Jessie was happy about. Jessie was excited that he had grown since they had last seen each other. She was glad that he had gone and made new friends, got a job, went to school. There was nothing that could have made the tiny blonde happier. 

"Wow. Okay. All I was trying to do was make small talk."

She muttered to the girl, getting a sour attitude again. She didn't take well to rude people, and she had a big attitude when it came to things like these. But, she was trying to work on her attitude, especially since it had caused her a lot of trouble back in California. Rhys would often smack her around after she opened her foul mouth. She didn't want that to happen again. So, once she had finished her sentence, she walked back over to her table, sitting at her table. She was just going to keep her mouth shut now. She didn't want to upset Simon or her parents. 


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The only friend Deryn really had was Alex. He was her brother, so he apparently didn’t count, but Deryn didn’t care to add to that list. There were acquaintances from work who appeared to be able to tolerate her cynical moods and dry tone, but she didn’t consider them friends. She only saw them when she was at work and from time to time when she was included in plans against her best interest. Alas, Alex wanted her to do something more than sit around their apartment with her nose in a hardback. So she sighed a lot on those trips out around New York City and rolled her eyes when people thought they were being hilarious. She wasn’t uncomfortable in situations like that, she just wanted to do a million other things than shop or hang out and gossip. None of that interested her, and whatever book happened to be in her bag at that moment usually called to her.

If people wanted to think Deryn was a bitch then that was their prerogative. The dark haired psychology student didn’t care enough to argue with them about the matter most of the time. Opinions were mostly pointless, ill-informed thoughts that ultimately amounted to nothing in the grand scheme of things. She had yet to see an opinion change a society let alone the world. Deryn wasn’t about to put any amount of money on it happening in her lifetime either. She was smarter than that, and far more careful with her money than to throw it away on something as ridiculous as that. People could think what they pleased and it wouldn’t change her whether they liked or loathed her. She had been exactly the same since she was twelve in terms of her attitude, no bitterer, no nicer, just the same cynical, and possessive raven haired girl.

Deryn sighed almost silently and kept her gaze fixed on the book she still didn’t care about. “Another topic on which my interest dips into the negative region.” Small talk was pedantic, time consuming, and about as pointless as socialising got in Deryn’s opinion. She would rather sit in silence than discuss the weather or talk about topical issues. Propriety called for it, apparently, but Deryn had yet to find herself in any situation where she felt it necessary to force chatter about subjects no one actually cared for.

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