Meet Karou

I was an innocent girl once, playing with feathers in the layer of the devil. I'm not so innocent now...

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Karou smiled, looking again at the picture of her that had been shoved into her hands a little more than a week ago. She’d seen the boy around, and pretty much figured out where he would be that day. Grabbing her things, she kept a hold of her own drawing, planning to catch him after school. 

It didn’t take long for Karou to spot him, in among some classmates. Walking over, she tapped him on the shoulder and shoved the drawing of him into his hands when he turned around, continuing to walk. 

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He certainly didn’t have to be told twice, guiding her out of the classroom, and down the long hallway. Mom would definitely kill him if she knew he’d cut detention, but he was pretty sure this was worth it. Once outside, he helped Karou onto the back of his skateboard, wrapping her arms around his waist before taking off down the street.

Karou followed him out of the school, not caring about the repercussions of cutting detention - after all, the teacher shouldn’t have left them alone, and with the way he cleared out for all they knew something dangerous was happening. Easily climbing on with him and wrapping her arms around him to hold on, she wondered where they were heading. “Do I get any hints about this secret place that we’re going to?”

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           Akiva raises a brow at her for the question. “It depends on where you’re looking,” he muses. “The Seraphim are very organised when they dance, constructed and intense patterns. Barely any expression showed. We don’t dance very often.” Except the Jorim’s bastards, who never danced because they didn’t have the luxury to waste time on that. “But the Chimera,” he pauses to smile at his memories with Madrigal, “they dance beautifully. Everything has meaning to them, they celebrate and love life and dancing. Its magical to watch.”

“So, not like the dancing here.” She knew that wasn’t exactly true, there were some dances that had meaning, were celebrations of different things. But for the most part, dancing on earth sounded nothing like the dancing he had seen on his home planet. Part of her wished she could see it. “Did you ever learn how to dance?” She’d being overly curious today, wanting to know more. 

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“Oh, they’ll definitely warn you away from me.” He agreed, his tone amused. “They’ll tell you how I’m always in trouble with the law. How once upon a time I came from the wrong side of the tracks.” Hell, at this point he knew the coffee orders of every cop at Gotham PD. An amused, playful shrug. “What can I say? Trouble loves me.”

Karou laughed under her breath as she listened to him go on. “You, in trouble with the law? I never would have thought,” she teased, still playing with her bracelet. She was getting close, she was sure of it. “I guess that makes -” she was cut off by a loud noise, and turned just in time to see their supervising teacher fleeing the room, door crashing behind him. 

“Lets get out of here before he comes back.”

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Joey blinked in surprise as the teacher fled, before offering Karou a wicked grin and a nod as he took her hand playfully. “Sounds good. Why don’t I take ya to my special place huh?” Not that most would consider the old abandoned warehouse special, but to him, it was a sanctuary away from school.

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Karou grinned back at him, looking somewhat wicked herself. "That works for me," she agreed, not knowing what to expect of this special place of his. Not minding him grabbing her hands, she grabbed her bag from the floor and stood up, wanting to leave as soon as the possibly could.

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“Oh, they’ll definitely warn you away from me.” He agreed, his tone amused. “They’ll tell you how I’m always in trouble with the law. How once upon a time I came from the wrong side of the tracks.” Hell, at this point he knew the coffee orders of every cop at Gotham PD. An amused, playful shrug. “What can I say? Trouble loves me.”

Karou laughed under her breath as she listened to him go on. “You, in trouble with the law? I never would have thought,” she teased, still playing with her bracelet. She was getting close, she was sure of it. “I guess that makes -” she was cut off by a loud noise, and turned just in time to see their supervising teacher fleeing the room, door crashing behind him. 

“Lets get out of here before he comes back.”

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“Prague huh?” He echoed, grin growing. “That’s pretty cool. I ain’t never been outside of Gotham before, but I’d like to go to France someday. My grandad was French.” He told her, taking another deep drag of his cigarette. At the comment about his reputation, he let his eyes roam over her slowly. “I certainly can be,” he agreed.

"France is pretty cool, if you visit the right places," she agreed. "If you ever go, let me know and I'll tell you some of the places you have to go to while you're there - not just the Louvre and Arc de Triomphe" Probably not a lot of the places she visited. She doubted he was overly interested in the black market trade in Paris. "Yeah?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Another bead discreetly vanished from her bracelet, and out of the corner of her eye she could see the teacher shift uncomfortably. "Is that right? Are you just some bad boy then? The kind people would warn me to stay away from?"

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Joey stared at her for a moment, green eyes seeming as though they were peering through her, before a large grin broke across his face. Definitely his type. “Point taken. You got a name I can call you then instead of doll, princess?” He shot back with a wink, seemingly unphased. She was fiesty; very few girls at this school were and it was absolutely refreshing to see. Even her look, it wasn’t something overly common at Gotham Academy, the school mostly inhabited by snotty rich kids.

Not that Joey himself wasn’t also a snotty rich kid, but the difference was he’d grown up on the streets before he and his brother had been taken in by their adoptive mother. He remembered all too well what those days were like. Besides, even now a decade later, he was that same bad kid. Trouble, they called him at the station. How many days had his mother had to come pick him up from Jim Gordon’s office? Too many to count, the poor woman was going grey because of him.

Oh god, princess. One of the few names that was worse than doll. Rolling her eyes, she completely ignored the wink. “Karou, my name is Karou.” This guy reminded her a little Kaz, which wasn’t exactly a compliment, although he didn’t seem to be as much of an ass. More like a bored kid stuck in a school of kids who didn’t seem to know the meaning of the word fun. So maybe a little like herself. Because one thing was sure, Gotham Academy was a lot different from the last school she’d gone to. 

Turning her head for a moment, she glanced at the supervising teacher, who wasn’t even attempting to pretend he was paying attention to them. Fiddling with her bracelet, she wondered if she could make him leave the way she’d done to her ex boyfriend once. Looking back at the boy she was stuck in detention with, she pretended she had no plans of mischief. “You’re Joey, right?” As she asked, a bead discreetly vanished from her bracelet, as the teacher scratched an itch at his nose. Soon enough they would migrate to places the teacher couldn’t scratch with students in the room. 

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“Karou, huh?” Christ, even her name was interesting, far more, at least, than the pamelas and vanessas this school was teaming with. Meeting this girl was certainly not something he had anticipated happening today, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain either. “Nice name. Not from around here, are ya? I’m sure of that, cause if you were from down crime valley, I’d have run into ya when I was younger.”

Before Mom had taken him in.

Taking another deep drag of his cigarette, he grinned crookedly at her, smoke swirling around his head as he leaned forward, eyes glimmering with mischief. “So… you’ve heard about me, have ya?”

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"Yep," she told him, shrugging her shoulders. She was very aware he'd probably never heard a name like that before, given that she was pretty sure it was a Chimera name. All she really knew was that it meant Hope. Smiling slightly at him, she let go of the bracelet for a moment, scratching at the eye tattoo in one of her palms. "I'm definitely not - I mean, I'm originally from Detroit, but I've moved all of the map. I came to Gotham from Prague," she admitted. She was sure the news of the blue haired European girl had spread around the school by now, but apparently not.

"I've heard some," she admitted, stopping her scratching and going back to making the teacher itch. It was moving lower now, his sides, the small of his back. "I've heard you're a trouble maker," she said, almost as if it was a challenge.

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 “Aw, I think someone’s a liar.” points his finger at the female,  “That neon blue shit is so last season. It’s all about that faded denim jeans look now! Look at that shit!” he takes off his beanie and shakes his faded blue locks.

Karou snorted, watching as he pulled off his beanie. “Well then it’s a shame that this is the colour my hair grows, I can’t change it.” She was smiling at him, a particular smile that made everything she said sound like a joke. “Besides, I happen to like my hair peacock blue.”

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Joey stared at her for a moment, green eyes seeming as though they were peering through her, before a large grin broke across his face. Definitely his type. “Point taken. You got a name I can call you then instead of doll, princess?” He shot back with a wink, seemingly unphased. She was fiesty; very few girls at this school were and it was absolutely refreshing to see. Even her look, it wasn’t something overly common at Gotham Academy, the school mostly inhabited by snotty rich kids.

Not that Joey himself wasn’t also a snotty rich kid, but the difference was he’d grown up on the streets before he and his brother had been taken in by their adoptive mother. He remembered all too well what those days were like. Besides, even now a decade later, he was that same bad kid. Trouble, they called him at the station. How many days had his mother had to come pick him up from Jim Gordon’s office? Too many to count, the poor woman was going grey because of him.

Oh god, princess. One of the few names that was worse than doll. Rolling her eyes, she completely ignored the wink. “Karou, my name is Karou.” This guy reminded her a little Kaz, which wasn’t exactly a compliment, although he didn’t seem to be as much of an ass. More like a bored kid stuck in a school of kids who didn’t seem to know the meaning of the word fun. So maybe a little like herself. Because one thing was sure, Gotham Academy was a lot different from the last school she’d gone to. 

Turning her head for a moment, she glanced at the supervising teacher, who wasn’t even attempting to pretend he was paying attention to them. Fiddling with her bracelet, she wondered if she could make him leave the way she’d done to her ex boyfriend once. Looking back at the boy she was stuck in detention with, she pretended she had no plans of mischief. “You’re Joey, right?” As she asked, a bead discreetly vanished from her bracelet, as the teacher scratched an itch at his nose. Soon enough they would migrate to places the teacher couldn’t scratch with students in the room. 

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