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[Jordan Bailey]

Jordan quietly stepped out from the Academy, her winter boots clumping in the snow. A thick jacket covered her slender, small body from the cold day in the mountains of Germany. A black and white striped headband was placed atop her hair, and a scarf around her thin neck, and cotton gloves covered her hands. A sigh escaped her lips and came out a puff of hot air in front of her. Black wings unfolded behind her, the right one crooked. Green eyes inspected the snowy landscape around her. Snow capped mountains surrounded her, as she stood atop one herself. A crack of bright blue in the sky above could be seen between the gray clouds as they let go soft looking snowflakes.

It was a nice day. At least for in the mountains. It was snowing, yes, but the flakes were those large ones that looked like they could be made of some powder, their texture so soft-looking. It was not a snowstorm, nor would it be, judging by the look of the gray clouds above. Even though, before coming to Winterthorne, she lived at the base of the Pyrenees, she had never before experienced the wonder of snow. She hadn't been up to the mountains that she could see from her window as a child. And it was warmer at the base of the mountains, and no snow found their way towards her home.

Jordan walked along a nearly hidden path in the snow. It was a cobblestone path, but you could barely see it through the snow, and when they had a big snow, you couldn't see it at all until someone moved the snow around or something. Some people had a gift that could do such a thing. Telekinesis was one that could do such a thing, and it wasn't that rare, it seemed. Jordan's own power, which could create and manipulate water, could also control snow, as she had found out her freshman year. As she walked down the hidden pathway, she made the snow swirl around her, a grin on her lips.

She finally found the place that she was looking for. A large oak tree on a gentle slop, it's leaves covered with the soft snow, the trunks snow free but for some couple of flake that drifted from the foliage above. This was where she often sat to think. To think of things. What things? They were different every time. Sometimes it was music. The sweet sound of music, of which she was a part. Sometimes, when it wasn't snowing too hard, she'd bring a notepad to write down ideas for lyrics, or even just lyrics. Other times, it was art. She was an artist, and a pretty good one. She'd see the landscape before her in an artistic eye, and she would sometimes bring down her sketch pad, and draw the scene before her once again, as she often did. And sometimes, she'd just think about everything around her, or just of her past. She thought of her friends, her enemies. Everyone that was involved in her life. She'd think of her past, of how she became the fallen angel she was, and the consequences of it.

With a black and orange bag slung over her shoulder, she didn't know exactly what she would do as she sat in the snow. Most people thought her odd, for going out in the snow and just sitting in it. Sometimes her friends would come around, to make sure she was still alive, make sure she hadn't gotten frostbite or any such thing. But Jordan liked the snow. She loved it. It was her element, something she loved. She plopped down into the snow, her thick, idiotic looking snow pants protecting her legs from getting wet, and hooked her bag on the remnants of a low branch, now just a stub in the trunk of the tree. It was where she always hung her bag, so it wouldn't get wet and soak through to her things, most of which would get some damage from the wetness.

She pulled out a notepad and a sketchpad, as well as her pencil. She set the notepad, the smaller of the two, on top, and opened to a fresh sheet. Pulling her knees up, she began to write. She didn't know exactly what she was writing. The words seemed to come from the pencil. They did not, but they did come from her mind. She knew what she was writing, overall, but the individual words, the way they connected to make a song, it was somewhat odd. When she wrote, she didn't completely think of the individual parts that made it. She thought of the whole. Overall, it was a good thing to do so. With a sigh, she stuck the pencil behind her ear, inspecting her work. It was okay, it needed a few touch-ups, but she knew better than to continue with it, when she was depleted from that creation. She couldn't think straight about the lyrics any longer, but that was okay with her.

She placed the notepad back into the bag, and opened the sketchpad. She didn't know how many sketches she had of this exact same scene, but she knew she had many. Yet, each of them were different in their own way. Some had snow figurines, others had snowball fights. Some displayed a sunset, others with the sun high in the sky. Others even, from a different angle. An angle from up in the air, when she sketched while flying. Though she would be more hovering. Opening an unfinished sketch, it was from an angle in the air. She liked to complete sketches, at least finish the sketch, before starting a new one. So, she stood, and took a step forward, her shiny, smooth, ebony wings flapping to lift her in the air. When she had the right angle, the wings turned to flapping short, rapid strokes, so she would stay in pretty much the same position. And so, she sat upon the air with a sketchpad, sketching out the mountains before her, a small village down in the valley below, and various students around the grounds, throwing snowballs or making figures from the snow. Others, even, making snow angels.

But before she was lost in her art, a voice from behind her startled her, causing her to fall back to the ground, having forgotten to flap her wings at the sudden sound.

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[ramona railey]

Taking a deep breath of warm air, Remy looked out her dorm window. Snow was softly falling, a few flakes meeting the glass and melting down to a drops of water. Her head was throbbing as it had been all day, the girl walked over to her bed and slowly sat down. She hated being cooped up in her room, so quiet, so boring, she hated it! Sighing she silently cursed the snow. I mean she was so used to being in warm weather, the girl had never seen snow before, and when she got here, well lets justs say she was not happy about the fact that frozen water fell from the sky. Sure she had already been here an entire year, but that didn't mean she was used to it.

She rubbed her back with her left hand. It -as well as her head- was throbbing. Maybe it was the fact that she refused to use her wings ? I mean she hadn't flown in about..three weeks, but could that be it ? She shook her head and fell back on her bed, the soft comforter ruffling under her head. She looked out the window, mumbling under her breath, "screw it," left her lips. She was going outside, and no snow was going to stop her. Frowning she walked over to her closet. Trading in her PJ shorts and band tshirt, for skinny jeans, a plain long sleeve T, snow boots and one of her many poofy jackets.

She hated wearing so many items. God it made her so mad to think that her brother was still in Fredricksburg, wearing summer clothes all year round, not having to deal with all the crap she had too. She slammed her closet door, grabbed her IPod off her dresser and stormed out of her dorm. Here she was, in another one of her 'moods'. It seemed she was having them more often than ever these days. The littlest of things setting her off, it had gotten bad. By the time she reached the main hallway she was fumeing, literally glowing from heat. Noticing the heat she looked down at her arm. Was she doing this ? Looking around she noticed no one. This was new, I mean she was used to things going out of wack when she got mad, her emotions controlled her powers, not her.

But heat was not one of her powers, at least not that she knew of. Frowning she kept walking, mad at herself for not realizing the ability of her powers. God what was wrong with her ? I mean what kind of person had powers of her extent, and couldn't control them ? She had such potential...and there was no way to control it. Her footsteps echoed through the hallway, and the sound was driving her insane. And the throbbing of her head...and back just seemed to get worse as she walked on. A door slammed behind her making her jump. Had it been her? She shoved the door open, leading to the outside. Snow lightly fell on her arm, practically sizzling. God she hated the snow.

Her thoughts left her, as her eyes wondered. Seeing something in the sky she walked closer, squinting to see better. She hated angels. They were all so self absorbed, to the point it made her sick. And what was worse was everyone thought they were so sweet and nice. Whatever, Remy hated them, she hated the face that she did nothing wrong (in her mind) and she was fallen, and angels, gah, angels were nothing but freaks with bird wings...at least she didn't have bird wings anymore, nope her wings were, uh well lets just say they looked nothing like bird wings. But as she got closer she noticed the person's wings were black, and they looked like hers. All emotions left her as she starred up at the person. She hadn't met another fallen angel since she had been here. Was the girl new, or had Ramona just not seen them before. "Hey !" she yelled loud enough for the person to hear.

;;gahh mines nothing compared to yours... 0.o;;

[Jordan Bailey]

Jordan definitely hadn't expected anyone out her to shout at her. Had she done wrong? Was she not supposed to be out here? Wait, there were so many other kids out here? Why pick on her? Was she not supposed to fly? Was it some sort of no-fly zone? Or was it the fact that she was a fallen angel, just because she had wings didn't mean she could fly? What was it? She hadn't expected any sound at all. Especially not a shout. The snow pressed on an uncomfortable sort of silence. It was somewhat overwhelming, all in all. But she didn't mind it. It didn't seem to press on her that much, not anymore. Not after being out in the snow all the time. It was hard to get away from the constant snow. They were lucky to have even one day where there was zero snow. It hadn't happened in the two years she had already been here. And she had just started on her third.

But the silence created a sort of atmosphere when she created something. It let her mind wander slightly as she wrote, or drew. It let her be at peace as she sat on the ground, or in the air. No problems bothered her as she created something. Nothing ever bothered her as she did such. Sure, occasionally some of her friends would come around, but they would make sure that she could see them before saying anything. Other people just avoided her. Then again, she did look somewhat weird, sitting, hovering in the air, as peaceful as she could be, drawing something as she hovered. It was a bit of a weird sight. But nobody had ever approached her. Until now.

Jordan just was too surprised. A gasp escaped her lips, and her wings missed a beat in her surprise, and she plummeted to the ground. She didn't even think to flap again, to stay in the air. Her pencil made a dark, quick stroke, one that would be hard to erase, on the rough paper. She fell into the snow with a slightly crunchy plop. Her wings were still out as she looked at the girl behind her, the one who yelled. She stood up, placing her sketchpad and pencil in her bag, and faced her. "What the crap is your problem?" She demanded angrily. This girl had no reason to go around surprising people, especially people who were creating something. She would never be able to get that pencil mark fully out. It could be covered up, yes, but the scratch would still be seen there. "Couldn't you see that I was doing something? And you completely messed it up!" Oh, she was definitely angry at this girl. This one girl that she didn't even know.

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