You Are Not Alone {Raven}

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Clarice was walking down the streets, her backpack securely in place on her back. She had a hood on to cover her hair and most of her face, and sunglasses to cover her eyes. The only part that was exposed of her skin were his hands and her nose and lips. She did all she could to cover her abnormally colored hair, eyes, skin color, and markings on her forehead. She was well aware how ridiculous she must look right now, wandering around at night with sunglasses and a hood when there was no rain. But it served it's purpose. She ignored any looks she got from people, for they were nothing compared to the looks she got when they saw what she truly looked like. And nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to those very looks she had gotten from her parents and siblings. Which was why she was here now, as a runaway. She had to leave home, having hurt her brother and forbidden to leave her house because of the way she looked. Her parents treated her like a disease: keeping her under quarantine like an unwanted pest. But she did not dwell in self pity. If anything, she blamed herself. She wished she could be different, look different. But how she ended up like this... she would never know nor understand. She didn't know who to ask or who to seek help from, so all she could do was wander on the streets, take each day at a time, learn how to survive.

Night time was the worst. It was then that she hated being outdoors because who knew the dangers that lurked about. On the one hand, she hated being around people because she feared being discovered. But on the other hand, being in less crowded places felt more shady and unsafe. So really, she didn't know what sort of environment she preferred. But for now, she needed a drink. So she walked in one of the bar type restaurants and went to sit at a table off to the side. She put her bag to the side and then clasped her hands on the desk. She didn't dare take off her hood or sunglasses, so when one of the servers came, while she couldn't see them, she could feel the curious look on their face. "Just a glass of water please," she asked in a quiet voice. The server questioned as to whether she wanted food, but she politely declined. She was starving, but couldn't afford it right now. Begging on the streets wasn't exactly the best way to gain money, though she did manage to collect a few coins.

As she waited, she fidgeted her fingers nervously. She just wanted the drink, and then needed to leave right away. This place was far busier than she had anticipated. It was making her increasingly anxious. Perhaps she should find somewhere else. The thought seemed to consume her mind, and it was enough to cause her to rise to her feet, and strap her bag on her shoulders. As she was doing so, she swung around and bumped into one of the many people here. The collision was enough to cause her glasses to fall to the ground and she stared at them in wide eyed horror. The person she had bumped into stared at her, his own eyes widening. He then reached over and pulled down her shock, a gasp emitting from a few people around them who witnessed this. "What the hell are you?!" He demanded, a tone of anger, fear, shock, and complete horror. Perhaps he was even more horrified than she was. "I um... excuse me," she said quietly, trying to move past him, but he blocked her way. A few other men came to the scene, standing behind her to block her from escaping.

"I asked you a question. What the hell are you since you clearly aren't human!" His voice now went from horror and shock, to ridicule. He was making fun of her, believing that she must have done something to purposely look this way, and she didn't want to deal with this. How could she explain the color of her eyes and hair? How could she explain the permanent tattoos on her face? And how could she explain that she was naturally this pale and white? She couldn't look up at him, though she could hear the mocking laughter from him and the other men blocking her. "A freak show, that's what you are!" What did Clarice do now? She was clearly trapped and dared not use her power, not even sure how to use it, to escape this situation. All she could do was wait for them to lose interest, or for them to lower their guard so that she could make a quick escape. But unfortunately, it didn't look like that was going to happen anytime soon.

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(hope this fits, if not let me know, i can change it)

Raven was sitting at one of the tables off to the side of the bar by herself. Charles had left a little while ago, he ahd a paper to finish for one of his classes and was headed to the library. She still couldnt believe that soon he'd be a professor. She was lonely here without him but didnt want to go back only to be just as bored at the mansion. She had a basket full of fries in front of her that she was picking at when a waitress brought over a drink ordered for her by one fo the guys at the bar. She held it up and smiled in thanks to him. While she liked the thought that someone thought she was pretty, she knew it was just a rouse. She was sitting here looking like any other normal blond haired college aged student. If he saw her blue skin and red hair he'd probably have gone running in the opposite direction instead of buying her a drink. 

Raven looked over towards the door as she saw a young girl coming in who seemed to be hiding behind a hood and sunglasses. Raven looked at her curiously for a moment, noticing the paleness of her skin.  She found herself watching this girl from across the bar as she ordere her water. Raven didnt even really realize how much attention she was paying to the girl until she heard the commotion the other customer was causing. Then were the words that made Raven's skin call *aren't human* and *freak show*. She had heard things that enough as a child. The girl had to be like her, another mutant. Raven sprang up from her seat and walked with determination across the croweded restaurant. She walked right up to them and put herself between the girl and the men. "You leave her alone, she's with me. And I wouldn't call anyone a freak show with the way that you look and act. Miss a few phases of evolution? Go back to the stone age creep." She told him wth a look that dared any of them to continue to give the girl trouble.