Morning and Music

[Kyle Ann Warren]

Kyle had just woken up about twenty minutes ago, and was now laying on her freshly made bed. The young woman had her contacts still on her desk next to her bed and had her eyes closed, headphones in her ears. The woman was deaf to the world and Alena had already run off to go look for butterflies. She was glad that Alena rarely woke her up.

It was easier for the rebel to stay in her room or the courtyard in her free time, it kept her from getting into too many fights. The last thing she wanted was to end up back in the detention rooms. It felt like prison, that and she always got put in a cell next to a nympho. Talk about ackward situations. True she had been broken out several times, by Knox or Psych though. That made her a little jumpy. The teen kept thinking that they'd ask her for something in return, and being in someone's debt was not something she liked. It pissed her off.

With a sigh she blared her music a bit more in her ears. Sweet Dreams by Beyonce, how fitting. That's how she thought of that boy. He had recently broken up with Alena and that left a dilema for the rebel. Part of her liked him, the other part wanted to avoid him at all costs. Another sigh passed her lips but she kept her eyes closed and just traveled with her music, tuning out the world.

[William 'Psych' Turner / Knox]

Psych had come to check up on the Rebel. Though, due to things in Court, he had not had a relaxing night. No, quite opposite. There was a rumor being tossed around that he liked the Rebel. Him like Her?!? What loon would think tha-- oh yea... Psych would...

It was true. He was in love with the Rebel, since she had first rejected his offer to be in Shadow court, he loved her. She had fight - he wanted to exhaust it. She had will - he wanted to break it. But not to then extent others might want to. No, he had heard Nymphos and Heterosexuals often going on about her... some of the more brave willing to admit they wanted her as theirs.

He. Would. Not. Have it!!

He was the one to her her, not them! No, why would it be them?! They weren't the king! They held no power, no strength in the war between courts! He did. psych had all the power, and he was going to get what he wanted. Even if it killed them...

Psych got to Kyle and Alena's door. His hand raised and the second knuckle of his middle finger met the wood to make a thumping noise a few times, alerting the girls that he was outside the room and was wanting entrance. Psych let his hand drop as he waited for a reply with mixed emotions about the world.

[Kyle Ann Warren]

Kyle began to sing softly along to the song that was playing, still Sweet Dreams by Beyonce. The girl had a mezzo-soprano voice when she sang, much more gentle than her usual speaking voice. Mid-lyric she yawned softly and shifted on her bed, putting one arm under head to rest it. The fishnet sleeves of the shirt she was in didn't bother her, though to many it would be rather uncomfortable.

Focusing a moment she frowned, thinking she heard a knock on the door. Turning her music down just a bit she yawned, her voice back to being a bit more tough. "If anyone's at the door come in, Alena isn't here though so if you can't deal with me, don't come in. If it's another fucking nympho trying to get with me, you'll be punched. You have been warned."

A light smirk curved her lips and she left the music at that level of volume so she could hear, it would be much easier that way. Her hair was spread out over the bed, fanning over the red and black comforter under her. No lip ring was on her today, and her contacts weren't either. It was too earlier to attempt to scare people that much. It would annoy her anyway, to have the lip ring on for that long of a period of time.

[William 'Psych' Turner / Knox]

Psych pushed open the door and looks down at her. frowning at her before he crossed his arm and kicked the door shut behind him, "I'm not here to see Alena, amazingly. I came to make sure her Roommate was alright. As a King, I feel obligated to tend to all in the lives of my Courtiers." Psych used nonchalant tones as he leaned back on the door, his hair falling over his eyes slightly, shading them so no one could see the forest green that lay in his irises.

As he did he dared to look over her, taking in her outfit, and lack of piercing. He mind dragged itself half way to the gutter before it quickly replaced itself on its thrown, Knox mumbled softy teases at the man who housed him, still denying the fact that he was mad over the Rebel as Psych was.

Psych shook his head. To Kyle this would be a random gesture and would peek her curiosity. Damnation to the thoughtless task that had just become his head... damn awkward silences and odd explanations... Damn. It. All. maybe he should have stayed in his room, maybe attempted to sleep to calm himself? No, that's what he though he had Kyle for. he wanted to use arguing with her as a way to get some frustration out... Psych now assumed it'd be more of an bother then worth. but he as here now so he's ride it out.

[Kyle Ann Warren]

Kyle froze as the voice registered and she groaned softly. Rulling over onto her stomach she looked up at him, a few strands of black hair in her face as she frowned. "I'm not in your damn court Psych. What the hell do you and God-boy want this time? There is something more than checking on me. If you had merely wanted that me talking to the door would have been enough."

Shit. It had to be him didn't it? Right when she felt the confusion over him, he had to walk right in and ruin her thought process. Him with those deep green eyes that could change to purple with that annoying Knox, the way he spoke so calmly when her heart hammered in her chest. She was so glad he didn't have inhanced senses or she'd be teased even more by Knox, and she had enough of him messing with her.

As the song changed she couldn't help but smile just a bit. Bad Romance by Lady Gaga. How fitting. That's all that could come out of them, she knew it. Her music was telling her so.

Kyle was addicted to her music, and she planned on winning the talent show this year. It was something that helped keep her as sane as she was. Well, there was that and hanging out with Alena. Her little sister figure was one of the only joys in this school, well, that and arguing with Knox no matter how much she wanted to punch a wall after. She'd done that once actually, broke open her knuckles doing it too. Oh well, can't change it now.

[William 'Psych' Turner / Knox]

Psych watched the Rebel, his piercing eyes watched her face change in secret movements as she thought. "Speaking through the door is rude. And most of the dorm is still asleep or wishing they were. I am only being polite." Psych said as he aimed his eyes at the wire leading from her ears down to her music device, tempting himself with the idea so stepping over to snatch said device and look through the music. That was surely make him feel better.

Knox then emerged and spoke himself, quietly to Psych, "Can I mess with her? Watching that will please you, you know it." Psych smirked as he nodded only slightly as his eyes fluttered close with irises of green only to open with them now changed to purple. "God-boy? Not God-Man? I'm hurt, Kyle, that you don't see me as a man, but rather a snivvling little boy." Knox's tones were playful and light. he had taken a step or two toward the bed, gazing at her from under his hair.

[Kyle Ann Warren]

Kyle rolled her eyes with a light smile at his comment to rudeness. "Well, I've slept enough and when have you known me to be completly polite Psych? Really? Are you sure you've been talking to me the last few months I've been here?" A light smile played her lips. In her mind, she was in her room so she had the upperhand, though the last few times they'd argued in here hadn't really added to her favor, she'd at the music to a helping factore.

Once she saw the eye change her smile turned to a light smirk. "Yes Knox, you're a boy. God-boy. Meaning you can't own everyone. Accept it, embrace it, be it." Slowly she sat up, crossing one leg over the other. Jeans. Usually she'd wear something a little different with her shirt, but it was too cold outside for anything else. Besides, the last thing she needed was for another nympho to try and look up her skirt. Every time she punched them she got the detention room.

[William 'Psych' Turner / Knox]

Knox chuckled, "There are, really, only a few that I need to own. And I own them, I have my power to control others through them. Aren't mind games so fun?" Knox moved another step toward her, catching the sound of the music now. He chuckled before he lifted his arms in an questioning manner. "have you hand any bad Romances lately, Kyle-Dear?" it was at the end of the song, so he was silently wondering what the next one to play would be, after all, the girl was known for her odd collection of songs.

Knox watched her, his curiosity covered by a mocking stare that burrowed deep into a person and made them itch with annoyance. Well, it normally did that to Kyle when he threw it her way, maybe it'd be like normal and he'd get a laugh out of this situation?

[Kyle Ann Warren]

Kyle rolled her eyes and turned her music down just a bit with a sigh. "Yeah, you own my lovely sister figure. You know how much that makes me want to punch the hell out of you and break that nose of your's? You know, mar that pretty face." Kyle cursed herself mentally. Yeah, admit that he has a pretty face Kyle, that's smart.

At his next words she frowned up at him with a slight snort. "I've been single since I got to this damned school, so guess Knox? I haven't had any romances, and I'm fine with that. All the boys here are idiots." As the song changed she glanced at the screen with a soft grumble. Damn love song. Thunder- Boys like Girls. With an eye roll she changed it, annoyance coming into her expression as he had seen his look. God she wanted to punch him so bad! This song was safeish. I Do Not Hook Up- Kelly Clarkson.

[William 'Psych' Turner / Knox]

Knox watched the expressions on her face like a picture show. he loved the obvious emotions of tough girls. You always knew what brought them down. Always knew what made them want to be so up tight and closed off.

Psych watched the conversation, smirking at the side of his mouth and chuckling, but other then that keeping quiet.

Knox listened to the song change and snorted as he listened to the words. "Don't try to act so tough, Kyle-Dear, we all know you're just a whipped puppy on the inside. And I thank you for the compliment on my face, it is something to dazzle women with, right?" Knox moved yet closer to the bed, being only a few steps from it now. From her.

[Kyle Ann Warren]

Kyle nearly growled at his words about her being a whipped puppy. Her blue eyes were more like cold flames as she looked up at him, eyes blazing. "I...am....NOT...a whipped puppy Knox, and stop calling me dear God damnit!" Her hands curled and uncurled into fists, getting clearly pissed off. This man....boy, would drive her absolutly mad. Maybe that was his plan. Maybe he planned to drive her over the edge to get her into his damn court. Well, have fun trying with that Knox. Wait....he did have fun with it. Damn!

At his next words she rolled her eyes and glanced down at her i-pod with a smirk. Don't Trust Me - 3OH!3. Thank you i-pod, she wouldn't trust Knox. At his words she smirked just a bit, getting a bit of her composure back. "Not women Knox, girls. You dazzle girls. Hince why I don't drool or fawn all over you like half the school's girls."

[William 'Psych' Turner / Knox]

Knox smirked widely at her and closed the rest of the space between him and her. "I never said drool or fawn, Kyle-Dear, did I?" Knox was close to her. Scratch that. He was near touching her, lower back supporting him as he bent to whisper into her ear like he was, letting his warm breath tickle her ear as Psych jumped back into control so fast it seemed there was no change at all. He whisper sang the words as they played, "She wants to touch me, whoa oh, She wants to love me, whoa oh, She'll never leave me, whoa oh whoa oh oh oh..." He paused to let a few lyrics slip past before he whisper sings, " [..] 'cause the hoe won't trust me." he didn't much like the 'hoe' part, but he was singing the song, and that's how it went so she'd deal. he was attempting to make her blush.

Psych kept like that until he lifted a knee onto the bed, to support himself easier, his hands crossed over his chest as he waited, breathing in her scent without making it noticeable.

[Kyle Ann Warren]

Kyle twitched slightly as he moved closer, his breath causing a light shiver to go down her side. She wouldn't show it though, she growled out with a glare. "Stop....calling me.....dear...." Listening to him sing she froze, listeing a few moments before she moved back a bit with a roll of her eyes. "Not exactly how the song goes Psych, thank you for playing. You lose."

Crossing her arms over her chest she watched him, her eyes glaring at him as much as they had glared at Knox. The two were encouragible. The song changed again after a few minutes but she switched it soon after. There was no way she would listen to SOS by Abba. That was too much of a love song. Teenagers by MCR replaced it and she relaxed slightly, her voice only a bit more calm. "So, you've checked on me. Plan on leaving or driving me even more insane than I already am?" He was so close, close enough to grab, she wouldn't though, and the thoughts didn't even appear to cross her mind, at least she hoped they didn't.

[William 'Psych' Turner / Knox]

Psych watched her and then chuckled deeply, leaning forward to whisper into her ear something that was sure to piss her off, "I will, maybe after I've managed to pluck that iPod from your hands." Psych did just that, two and a half seconds later, now one head phone was in his left ear and he was flipping through songs one every few seconds. "Hmm, you've got quite a collection. It's almost sweet how many love songs you have."

Psych was amazed, astonished and a little wowed at the songs that she had. How many of them made him laugh while others made him want feel as if he were more like her then he thought, seeing as how he had the same songs as her through most of it. Psych made faces as he flipped through the music, keep quiet as he studied each of them only momentarily.

[Kyle Ann Warren]

Kyle twitched then let out a growl of frustration and plucked the other ear phone out of her ear and plopped it down on the bed. Her eyes glared at him fiercely, resisting the urge to dive at him to get the i-pod back for now. "....You are....the most infuriating person....at this fucking hell hole!" Slowly she took in a slow breath, trying to calm her anger some. There was no use in attacking him, it would make Alena too upset for her to handle and then Psych would play the innocent card. Damn him.

Closing her eyes she attempted to relax before she remembered the several songs by Lady Gaga, Brittany Spears, Nickelback, and Buckcherry that related to sex. As she remembered that she groaned and let her hair fall in her face, blush hitting her face very lightly. Damn him to hell. "I'm going to get that back right? I am rather fond of my music."