Never Be The Same~Wyatt~

[kashasilva]

I'M BRUISED AND SCARRED
save me from this broken heart
ALL MY LOVE WILL SLOWLY FADE
& F A L L A P A R T
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Surprisingly there weren't as many people on the beach as she had expected there to be. Heck, a hell of a lot less. Probably a maximum of a hundred or so people that dotted down the 5 mile beach, either that or thats all the girl's eyes were allowing to see. Then again she was just estimating the number of people. Hell it's only 103 degrees out. Not that bad. Well for someone like herself it isn't that bad. Iraq gets hotter than that on a regular basis but this isn't Iraq, Kasha always has to remind herself that. That this isn't Iraq. No suicide bombings occurring as if its a normal thing, no rounds of ammo being fired constantly, no hidden bombs, and surely as the sky is blue, no need to be on constant search for snipers in the air. The helicopters that would pass now and again are friendlies. There's no need to worry about gun fire coming from it or bombs being dropped. This just isn't Iraq. Getting back into civilian life is a toughie.

A Boston Red Sox hat shaded her already golden tanned face/ Pools looking over the glistening ocean, scanning the beach, then looking at whomever is nearby. She's been in the states for roughly 6 months now and has yet to get over being alert and expecting the unexpected. Perhaps that will never go away. That feeling for surprise to occur randomly. Except random things don't happen often. Kasha always believes that everything happens for a reason. Thats just how the world works. If your bad, bad things will happen. If your good, good things are more likely to happen, although, bad crap can happen to good people for no good reason a lot more than bad people. There isn't really any reasoning to why her mind is set like that. It just is.

The wind blew momentarily, causing no relief to this sunny and humid weather. A hand shoved car keys into the pocket of her cotton shorts. No shirt was needed due to the fact that she wore a black bikini top and bottoms under the grey shorts. A tattoo saying her Squad's name and a list of Airman's names were scribed around the outline of the tattoo that said SERE, stood for Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape which was what they were trained to do. The tattoo was a decent size and took up half of her right shoulder blade. Looking at her cell, it read 12:30 pm. Putting it in her pocket as well, she figured she may as well get down to the main reason why she came here. The girl hasn't been able to adjust to exercising inside a gym. Sure she could weight lift in there but she hadn't done that since she was over in Iraq though the girl has always enjoyed running. Made her feel better after she did it, but Kasha is still so used to running in the heat. Still runs the 10 miles every day. Dedicated much eh?

Before running Kasha did several simple routines to stretch tense muscles. Pulling one would suck though you learn to deal with the pain. A sharp pain surged through the right side of her ribs. A hand dashed there. The girl hadn't healed completely on the inside. Still really sore from the three bullet holes. The scars only visible if you were really looking through them or ran a hand over the area. A tattoo of three blossomed roses hid them very well. Flashback to the dark alleyway, Collin bleeding.. Jaw clenched together as the flashback passed. Pulling her hat off the girl readjusted her pony tail before putting her hat back on. The small "R.I.P. Collin Bradley" tattoo on the back of her neck could be easily seen. Shoes were removed a long time ago and left in her 2004 Jeep Grand Cherokee.

Kasha took in the thick, salty air. Slowly she began to take off in a steady sprint. Inhaling and exhaling through her nose as long as possible. Bare feet would burn momentarily as they came in contact with the almost white sand. Steps never changed in size. Starting slow she picked up speed. Obviously not the fastest in which she is able to go but a rather high speed jog. Arms pumped slightly by her sides. Exercises generally took her mind off of being bord. Being bord or stressed caused the flashbacks to occur more. Thats just something that is not wanted

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TAG Wyatt
WORD COUNT 788
STATUS complete
OUTFIT look at pic above+ worn jean shorts+red sox hat
NOTES needed to get a pretty template
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0
LYRICS bruised & scarred , MAYDAY PARADE

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[Wyatt Kennedy]

( CPL. WYATT JAMES KENNEDY. )


( EVERY NIGHT I GO TO BED )
( AND TAKE A TRIP INSIDE MY HEAD )

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----THE BULLETS WERE FLYING EVERYWHERE. however, it was all in slow-motion. he was having one of those dreams again. the dream where he was back in iraw and the moment when he and his team were ambushed. it was like he was back there again. wyatt, however, was watching himself, his mind over-analyzing what had happened. he always tried to figure out what went wrong. how did they find wyatt's team? the dream was bright and vivid and he stood by himself as he watch the wyatt from the past shout out orders and shoot his automatic weapon at enemies they could barely see. then, he saw jimmy go down. jimmy was wyatt's best friend in the marines. they had basic training together. jimmy was a great marine and a great friend. "JIMMY!" the fighting wyatt yelled and ran quickly to jimmy's aid. wyatt slid, avoiding any bullets that might get him if here standing. "jimmy, jimmy!" wyatt shook his fallen comrade. jimmy's eyes popped open. wait... that wasn't suppose to happen. that's not how it really went. by the time wyatt had gotten to jimmy, he was head. jimmy's body jerked and his head turned to wyatt, the one standing by himself watching this all unfold in his dream. "why didn'y uou save me?" jimmy asked. wyatt furrowed his eyebrows, what the hell was going on? "yeah," another familiar voice echoed. it was his own. wyatt looked at himself, or, the one that was kneeling by his head friend. "it's your fault. why didn't you get your team out of there?" the real wyatt shook his head. he tried. he tried getting out. none of them died, except jimmy. "you could have saved me!"

wyatt shook himself awake, panting like a dog. the sheets stuck to his sweaty upper body as he sat up in bed. "just a dream," he spoke out loud, making sure he was awake and able to use his own voice. wyatt looked over at the digital alarm clock. 12 noon. his sleeping habits were still very much out of whack. or maybe he just didn't like going to sleep with the dreams he had been having, why would you want to go to sleep? he had been back for no more than a week now. he had a hard time eating, sleeping, and even socializing. he had a family dinner with his sister and niece, and it felt awkward. he just didn't know what to say. wyatt didn't want to talk about what it was like over there. and he could tell that both sandy or brett wanted to ask, but knew better than to ask him. so he just listened to them when they talked about what they had been up to. it really was only the same from when he left. the only difference was that brett graduated from high school.

wyatt got out of bed and left his bed room. he was living in the hitten apartment complex, and there were a lot of people around his age that lived there. there could probably be some friendships wyatt could try and pursue, but he just felt like he didn't want to. he could see the cautionary looks people would give him when the war in iraq would be brought up or unsure in asking him what it was like. wyatt wanted to tell people what it was like. how the shit that went on over there was so fucked up, that you really hadn't seen anything until you were fighting for your life every moment you were in enemy territory. wyatt noticed the the little card one of his buddies from his unit dropped up a few days ago. there was a support group in the hospital for vets that wanted to talk. they met every few days. it was suppose to be kind of nice. talking to people that went through the same thing as you. wyatt didn't know if he was going to go though. he just... yeah. guess he didn't really want to talk about it yet.

already noon, wyatt decided to change and go down to the beach. he hadn't done it yet and going tot he ocean seemed like a pretty good idea. maybe because this time, sand led to water and not to more sand. wyatt put on pretty casual clothes. just a pair of gym shorts and a cut-off shirt. lastly, he tied a black bandana around his forehead to keep his hair out of his eyes. he squinted as he left the apartment complex and started jogging towards the beach. as long as you were running west, you would eventually hit the beach. wyatt stopped once he reached the beach. the tan sand led out all the way down to the blue ocean. it had been almost a year since he been here. wyatt leisurely walked down the beach, looking at some people who were playing beach volleyball and frisbee. wyatt kicked his shoes off and left them in a spot where he could jsut go back and get them later. next, he slowly made his way tot he shoreline and breathed in the salty air. this was definitely not iraq.

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STATUS, complete. CRED, format and graphics to me LOCATION & TIME, beach, november 2007 LYRICS, 'journey to the end of my life' - allstar weekend CLOTHES, cut off white t-shirt, gym shorts, and a bandana TAGGED, kasha I SAY, hope it sounded ok. xD i don't know too many people that would stop someone who was running, xD so, i didn't.
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[kashasilva]

I'M BRUISED AND SCARRED
save me from this broken heart
ALL MY LOVE WILL SLOWLY FADE
& F A L L A P A R T
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The breeze tossled the thick summer air around, not helping to cool down anything at the least bit. Which would surprise many since breezes have the ability to be colder along the shore but Kasha could really care less. Its not like there's anyway to change the weather. During this light run the girl has spotted many parents and their young children picking up their things and leaving. It wasn't hard to over hear that they were bitching about the weather. Honestly? If they hate this weather so much why do they live in this region? Seriously, people need to stop being rediculous. If you really want to experiance some good old fasioned heat, why not visit good old Iraq. Oh don't forget to wear long pants and shirts all day. Can't forget about that little fun fact. Place is worse than hell. Lucifier's personal sweatshop. After a while you get used to the heat, shocking I know. So this is nothing. Took everything within her to not march on over there and slap some sence into the retarded people but that wouldn't be right. This is a civilized area. Getting back into the whole civilized act of things has been hard, thats for sure.

The sun's rays beat down, good thing she put sunscreen on earlier. Not like the girl's all that concerned about skin cancer of anything but she tans instantly whenever in the sun, a golden color is good but Kasha doesn't want to turn black. Not like black is a bad thing but you get the point. The girl ignored some hoots and holllers from a group a guys that were playing volly ball. If that's really how they expect a woman to notice them back then they obviously never interacted with one. The thought brought a smile upon her face. If Collin had been here he'd of been on his way over there to give an ass kicking. He had always been the defensive type. Maybe thats what lead to his death. No. Thats not why. It was all Her fault. He wouldn't of been in that situation if She had lead her squad in a different direction. Bitting her lip, Kasha shook the memory away. Not having anyone to talk to has made the whole dealing with Iraq situation be quite painful. Maybe all she needs is to find someone to replace Collin. Not like there's many men out there that can live up to that high standard but there are. There are those select few.

Slowing to a casual walk, Kasha observed her surroundings. The girl runs this way almost everyday and takes the place for granted. Never stopping, never giving the time to recognize the real beauty it contains. Everything from the buildings, people, sand, and to the water is completely different from Brazil and Massachusetts. Both were the previous locations of her homes. Both contained memories that would be labeled as tramatic to your average person but are considered "childhood memories." But thats a different story for another time.

Plopping herself on the warm, light colored sand Kasha leaned against her knees. Watching the water crash like thunder upon the shore. What a place to call home. Looking up the girl saw that there are no clouds in the rich blue sky. Collin would of called the day a "Sacred Blue Day." He was odd like that. Knew small snips of information from random things. Just as quickly as the thought had entered her mind, it left just as hastily. Recently the girl has been able to not dwell upon memories of Collin. Guess its "gods" way of saying that she can move on. Its about time. Chin rested upon knees as her gaze was taken off the sky. Few people passed before her. Studying the way they moved, their apperance, and if they were walking with another person then their conversation as well. The girl pondered what they did for a living and what their life was like, if they were rich or poor, kind or a jack ass. You can judge a book by their character. A high skill you obtain when in combat.

One oncoming fellow caught her attention. The way he carried himself, his stance, his stature lead Kasha to believe that he had some real disipline enstilled in him. Some sort of cop, nah, all they seem to do is east donuts and get fat, This man was way to fit to pass as a cop. Military. Yes, it he had to be or of been in the military at some point in his life but by the looks of him, if he was in the military, he hadn't been out for too long. Then again maybe she was over looking things. Perhaps he's just some macho playboy guy that had a wild night and just got up from a hangover. She's not here to judge.

He was a good way's away from her, estimating at roughly 25 feet away. Still at this distance it was clear that he's a handsome man. Couldn't quite make out his facial features to a T but shaggy bad boy hair and trim body was definantly a plus. A small smile was given when she looked at his face but the girl turned her attention back to wards the water once she realized that she had been staring. A light coat of pink shaded her face once the girl realized that she had been staring. Wow thats a first. Checking out a man since Collin and actually getting embaressed. Definantly a milestone.

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TAG Wyatt
WORD COUNT 955
STATUS complete
OUTFIT look at pic above+ worn jean shorts+red sox hat
NOTES needed to get a pretty template
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0
LYRICS bruised & scarred , MAYDAY PARADE

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[Wyatt Kennedy]

( CPL. WYATT JAMES KENNEDY. )


( EVERY NIGHT I GO TO BED )
( AND TAKE A TRIP INSIDE MY HEAD )

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----THE WIND DANCED SOFTLY AGAINST HIS SKIN. it felt really good considering that every time he would have wind on his body it would be carrying dirt and grime. he would have to wear sunglasses and bandanas around his mouth over there because it was so easy to get sand in your mouth. wyatt closed his eyes. greeted with darkness against the warm valkyrie california day, he had visions of the war again. now, it wasn't just hunting his dreams. it would come every time he closed his eyes. there were the ok, memories. like when he and his buds would play poker at night, drinking beer, while trying to ignore the distant gunshots heard echoing the desert. other images flashed across his mind. like, every time the mail would come and he would get a letter from charlotte. those letters were really his own ties to his life in america. he would read the letters once, twice, sometimes three times through before he would sit down and write his response back to her. it was almost like they never broke up. though, in the end, they really did. before he was deployed he thought he was doing the right thing. he broke up with her because he thought it would be better for her. it was one thing for his family to worry about him, (he was related to them by blood, they really had no choice,) but charlotte did have a choice. his friend would tell him how hard it was for their girlfriends and their wives when they were deployed overseas. wyatt didn't want that for charlotte. he didn't want his absence effecting her acting career. he broke up with her, she was pissed, but by fate, they started writing letters to each other.

and then he went and screwed it all up again. who was he to think that the letters were changing them for the better? after jimmy died, he sent back a letter that confessed his love for her, said that break-up was stupid on his part, that she was strong enough to make this work despite the oceans between them. wyatt asked her to marry him. write when he got home. they should go to city hall and get a marriage license. he thought life was too short to beat around the bush. what was said in the letter wyatt got back? it confused him. it said that she was already engaged to someone else. wyatt was right - life was too short indeed. he waited too long and his friend turned girlfriend turned ex-girlfriend was engaged to someone more deserving. this made coming back almost bittersweet. he regretted waiting too long, and now he saw her. but, on the other hand, he was so glad to be back. the little family he had here made him feel like he was wyatt kennedy again. even if his currently family situation was a not very traditional. let's see. his older sister was a stripper (still) and her daughter, (his niece) was a coyote and the new coyote ugly bar. brett moved out of her mother's house and into her best friend turned half-sister when she found out who her real dad was. the kennedys were a dysfunctional family that anyone who had been in valkyrie long enough knew their reputation and their back story. wyatt had really only been able to call valkyrie is home since he was eighteen and moved here for his brief college try. when the locals found out he was a kennedy, they seemed to have premeditated opinions of him. he then found out his sister stripped and did some prostitution on the side all the while maintaining a semi-young appearance despite her massive drug problem. brett, well... when you have guys coming up to you asking for brett's number, you know there is something going on there. his niece was... let's just say very open. we'll leave it at that. it all comes down to the fact that wyatt was nothing like the two females in his life. he grew up in texas to humble parents, had a nice upbringing. he was a total pushover and you could tell he had such a weakness to women with strong personalities. he was just... nice.

wyatt opened his eyes and turned toward his right and slowly started walking down the shoreline with his head bent down. he concentrated on how the waves brought the water over his feet and back down into the water. he looked up at the people having fun and enjoying their life. he wish he could be as carefree as they were right now. he was being a stiff. the way he stood, the way he looked uneasily and all the movement going on around him. "i'm safe," he reminded himself. he looked up at the sky, squinting slightly at the sun. the sky was clear with the few fluffy white clouds floating around. no airplanes or helicopters... no bombs, just the clear blue sky and the sun seen around the world. he scratched the top of his head before looking back at eye-level. he noticed a girl lying on the beach no more than five feet away from him. she was looking at him, but then seeing him looking at her, looking at him, she looked away. wyatt though, kept looking. he hunched slightly because the way she looked at him spoke volumes. she knew. wyatt shook his head, he must be going crazy. to think that one look could give enough assessment for what he'd been going through. well, know he just had to be polite, his texan manners surfacing from hiding away for over a year. "hey," he said and tipped his head at her.

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STATUS, complete. CRED, format and graphics to me LOCATION & TIME, beach, november 2007 LYRICS, 'journey to the end of my life' - allstar weekend CLOTHES, cut off white t-shirt, gym shorts, and a bandana TAGGED, kasha I SAY, little late, i was really busy this weekend.
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[kashasilva]

I'M BRUISED AND SCARRED
save me from this broken heart
ALL MY LOVE WILL SLOWLY FADE
& F A L L A P A R T
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The girl wiggled her toes into the sand. Despite not ever wanting to be anywhere near or on sand ever again she couldn't help but feel more at home on the grainy surface then when she's actually at home. Strange? Yes. No surprise there but it should be expected of one who's spent so much time on, around, and covered in sand for as much time as she has. The undesirable surface could make its way through and upon anything! In your food, hair, eyes, under your finger nails, in the tiniest of cuts, and even in your private parts. Disgusting beyond belief. Its just something you learn to get over in a short period of time.

Breathing became slower though that run didn't require much nor was it exhausting. Would be wise to get off her lazy ass and continue her run but its not like the girl has anything better to do. Whats wrong with a little TLC. Pretty sure its not called TLC when the majority of your time is spent that way, just plain old laziness. Eyes drifted upward hastily to the sound of thuds and some yelling. Automatically the girl's muscles were in action to get up and run to wards the direction of the thudding. Took her brain a moment before her brain was able to comprehend the problem at hand. A man was running after his dog. Gees, that fat man's feet pounding on the sand can be compared to mortar rounds. Not the type of noise any military personnel wants to ever hear.

Feeling like a fool since she had hesitated, couldn't decide to continue standing or go back down to sand level. Might as well as finish standing, Kasha thought so with ease the girl stood to her full height of 5'6. It wasn't until then til she felt the presence of another being. Turning to face the presence Kasha noticed the man, his lyrics gave off a clear impression of a gentle soul. The way he tipped his head wasn't the only indication that made her come to this impression, his stance and the clear vibe he gave off. A kind smile was given, not one of those fake, plastered on smiles but this was genuine. It's about time she makes some friends here.

"Hi," Kasha spoke happily. Eyes squinted slightly to look up at the man's face even though her Boston Red Sox hat shaded the majority of the sun's rays out of her face. Momentarily the girl used both hands to dust off the sand from her rear and along the back of her legs before regaining attention to the man before her and wiping her hands on her hips to get the sand off her hands. "Sgt Kasha Silva, and you are?..if you don't mind me asking." Maybe the girl should of just kept to herself. After all it could be considered quite rude that she just skipped past some short talk and got straight to the point. Its just the way she's used to things, all military like. Abrupt and blunt. Thank goodness she actually has a personality, wouldn't want everything about her to give off the fact that she was in the air force. The memories and her tattoos are enough as it is. Hopefully he wouldn't mind her abruptness.

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TAG Wyatt
WORD COUNT 581
STATUS complete
OUTFIT look at pic above+ worn jean shorts+red sox hat
NOTES needed to get a pretty template
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0
LYRICS bruised & scarred , MAYDAY PARADE

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[Wyatt Kennedy]

( CPL. WYATT JAMES KENNEDY. )


( EVERY NIGHT I GO TO BED )
( AND TAKE A TRIP INSIDE MY HEAD )

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----IT WAS FUNNY HOW THIS WAS HIS hometown... valkyrie. and yet, he felt like a complete stranger to it. he never really remembered it. afterall, he did moved when he was only a toddler. to good old texas. you never would have guessed that he was a california boy, because his head and heart so clearly became an all-around southern boy. it was funny though, his parents. let's see, they themselves were born and raised in the very innocent las vegas. moved to valkyrie when they started a family with his older sister, and then, moved to texas. you'd think the parentals would have a certain set of morals and how they were to raise wyatt. what did his parents do? they molded themselves into what other texans did with their kids, with their jobs, and their families. though, they wouldn't dare drum up some texan swang, because their friends would have made fun of them. however, wyatt sort of did. it wasn't as heavy, and still had the early stages of a west-coast accent in it himself, but boy, did he learn his manners. he was the perfect gentleman growing up. moms just loved him and his parents were proud. not that he would ask, but he had a feeling his parents were more proud of him than they were his sister who refused to have any visitors back in valkyrie.

when wyatt graduated from high school, he went to valkyrie for that brief college try that lasted for only the first semester. then he found out why his sister refused visitors. she lived in a trash pit. empty bottles laid on the ground, what he believes baggies of cocaine on the coffee table. it was always a gamble if there was energy in the house, running water, or if the phone was disconnected. if he was lucky, there would be times when all three weren't in use. when this happened, wyatt would drive on down to the local strip bar. not for his own pleasure, but because the club was basically his sister and niece's house. sure enough, a young brett of fourteen would come out, still wearing her school uniform and a cigerette hagning from her lips. she'd demand wyatt to take her out for a burger and he would. every time. this must have been how wyatt developed that lovable pushover trait of his. he always had a hard time saying no and that was all in thanks tot he kennedy women would took advantage of him in the good way, if that existed. he believed it did. he always had the will to say no but this is wyatt. he wanted the best for his family. even if that meant personal sacrifices. he couldn't go on living in valkyrie knowing how big of the rut was his sister was going through.

when the girl on the beach replied back with a 'hi' he stopped, out of courtesy. that and she was getting up. what would be the point if he kept walking? probably would give off that 'don't talk to be' vibe he knew he could be giving off. either he was giving it off and she didn't care, or he wasn't giving it off and he might actually be looking like a civilian right now. she dusted off her hands, small sand particles falling back onto the ground. then, she stuck it out to him, "Sgt Kasha Silva, and you are?..if you don't mind me asking." wyatt cocked his head to the side in complete surprise. he wasn't expecting that. she wouldn't be putting her position title in front of her first name unless she knew he was part of the career path she was in. or, she was just a psycho. wyatt doubted the latter. but, now that she mentioned she was a sergeant, wyatt paid attention to the little things he didn't analyze the first time he saw her. yeah, she had that same air about her that most people in the military did. wyatt shook her hand. "not at all. corporal wyatt kennedy," he replied back, a slight smile on his face. could he have really been that lucky in running into someone who was kind of like him? he didn't really know what branch she was from. sometimes the united states military could get very high school with which branch was better and so forth. at this point, wyatt didn't even care because he met someone here in valkyrie that could have been overseas when he was. "marine corps," he states, referring to himself. "you on leave or...?" he trailed off, asking her.

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STATUS, complete. CRED, format and graphics to me LOCATION & TIME, beach, november 2007 LYRICS, 'journey to the end of my life' - allstar weekend CLOTHES, cut off white t-shirt, gym shorts, and a bandana TAGGED, kasha I SAY, latee
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[kashasilva]

I'M BRUISED AND SCARRED
save me from this broken heart
ALL MY LOVE WILL SLOWLY FADE
& F A L L A P A R T
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It is defiantly like Kasha to just establish whom she really is amongst strangers. Hell, she’d rather the whole world know what her rank amongst the rest of civilization then for them to know about the grim horrors that she has endured during the past few years. Civilians and politicians can just assume and suggest things that they could of concurred with each other but when it comes to actually talking about it with soldiers or veterans, they just aren’t ever able to handle the gory and gruesome depth of each captivating story. There are the few people that believe that each soldier has had experienced something traumatic on their own like a buddy dying and then there are those whom figure that soldiers should just automatically move on but the worst civilian belief of them all is that every soldier is on the brink of committing suicide which is completely false by all means. No kidding there are truly some soldiers that do come back home with a vast amount of mental problems that lead the person into wanting to end their own lives but there are many like Kasha who just put on a mask for the public to see. A mask that shows that everything is all right when on the inside they are just ready to snap, ready to loose all control and just pray to god that there will be someone in the end to collect all the pieces.

His reaction to when she mentioned her rank wasn’t the first. No one ever expects a woman, well one such as herself, to be involved in any sort of violent organization. Not including her drill sergeants, almost everyone she’s talked with who are completely aware with the fact that she had been a part of warfare always give off the same expression. He didn’t give the long silence though that others tend to do while they gather their thoughts on how to interact in the conversation. Whenever she tells someone about being in the air force and actually having to go to Iraq twice, the other person always acts as if they might say something wrong, as if Kasha’s just a ticking time bomb which is remotely true but she’s just an emotional ticking time bomb. You would be too if you were unaware on how to handle a loved one’s death and unsure of how to somehow manage to remove the guilt that you’d have for being the one responsible for their death.

She listened to his lyrics with total attention. Oblivious to anything and everything around them. A trait you pick up on the front lines. Oh a marine. Now talk about front lines. Letting go of his hand after they shook hands she let it fall down by her side. The urge to keep her hands held together behind her back was present due to the “casual” military stance that gets programmed into each and everyone but Kasha refrained. ”Air Force. I had a buddy in the Marines years back but lost him through the system.” Either that or he died but she didn’t want to think of Dillon like that. She has enough on her mind as it is. Thinking about another lost friend to this pointlessly growing and ridiculously long lasting war may send her a ticket to a padded white room. Lightly, Kasha bit her own lip as she listened to him speak, a bad habit in need of breaking. She tensed for a moment before running a hand over the right side of her ribs. Three roses covered three bullet wounds and the stems and leaves have a list of several soldiers whom were in her troop, the ones located inside the peddles where soldiers that she had lost in combat. ”I was medically discharged. Better than what some of my guys got.” Thought trailed off momentarily as she thought briefly about the men she’s lost.. about Collins about how she could of ended up dead. A hot second later Kasha focused upon Wyatt, "You home for good or on leave?” a brow rose in curiosity. A year ago, curiosity almost killed this cat.
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TAG Wyatt
WORD COUNT 695
STATUS complete
OUTFIT look at pic above+ worn jean shorts+red sox hat
NOTES in need of sleep so sorry this is sorta crappy
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0
LYRICS bruised & scarred , MAYDAY PARADE

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