Jimmy ;; jaybird

[evelyn wynter]

First off, no one liked fruit cake. People just had to accept it. When you arrived on your front porch, totally ready to celebrate the holidays, you don’t want to have a lovely couple standing on your homemade welcome mat with giant grins and evil in their eyes. A lot of people thought of it as the gift that kept on giving. You’d give it to neighbor Ted, who’d give it to his dentist, who’d give it to his wife’s best friend, who’d give it to the local shoe store owner, who’d throw it out in the dumpster. Unfortunately, a homeless man would pick it up, thinking it was some sort of valuable package. He’d open it on the way to the local pawn shop, realize it was disgusting, and then throw it into someone’s yard. And that is how Evie Wynter came to find a fruit cake on her yard that morning.

What were you supposed to do with a fruit cake, honestly? She knew that she’d feel bad if she gave it to someone else. It was almost like saying ‘Hey there, I hate you, please take this piece of crap away from me before it rots in my hands’. That was really going to get her more friends in this town. It wasn’t like she wasn’t already broadcasting a vibe that was somewhere between get-the-fuck-away and let’s-go-color-with-crayons. It generally didn’t rest well with the townsfolk around Castle Ayelet. Plus the fact that she actually went to Winterthorne, which was a major let-down to the people who freaked about freaks, she wasn’t into the whole self-pity thing (as if that related). And she most certainly wasn’t going to waste a perfectly good/bad fruit cake.

The first thing that she did was stop at one of the local drug stores. After having been cast several very not-so-friendly glances from the workers there, she purchased a long stream of green stickers, a small bag, and a jumbo pack of twizzlers. The reason why they had probably been staring at her in the first place was because she was caring a fruit cake—literally. There was no bag or box containing it; she had it tucked under her arm. Thankfully it was hard and didn’t break easily, so nothing fell off. Or, she didn’t notice, at least. The reason why the stares had changed to not-so-friendly was probably her attitude when they asked her to kindly remove the cake from the countertop.

The second thing she did, after climbing fire escapes and dodging dodgy people, was get her scarf, ice skates, and jacket. Ah, bliss. Her outfit consisted of long, neon blue pants, a t-shirt that said ‘Zombie hunting is my passion’, and a pair of orange sneakers (with the usual amount of chunky, rainbow bracelets and necklaces and bright make-up). The streaks in her hair were pink today, newly dyed, and as she picked up her black jacket and skates, heading out the door, they blew in the wind behind her.

The skating rink was empty as it had been for the past few weeks. It was completely grey and dull, too. The only thing—aside from Evie—that was remotely amusing was the small bag with the fruit cake sticking out of it. Green stickers had been plastered all over it, and with magic marker “Jimmy” was written on it. Jimmy the Fruit Cake. That sounded like a bad nickname for an awkward seventh grader. Anyway. As she skated across the see-through ice, the bag containing Jimmy the Fruit Cake in it around her shoulder, she threw her head up to the sky. “I wannnnt you to want me. I NEEED YOU TO NEED ME!” she belted out in her best Cheap Trick voice, spinning in useless circles.

[Jordan Bailey]

It was a dull day. Boring, yes. But the whole atmosphere conveyed the whole boringness to everything. Sure, it could be a boring day, but it wouldn't be dull without the overcast skies and odd stared people gave you. Okay, the last part wasn't completely needed for it to be a dull day, but it definitely adding bonus points to the dullness. The day was most definitely dull. The gray clouds covered nearly every centimeter of sky, of even brightness of the sun. There was still a brightness, but it definitely did not come from up above. The brightness came from the startling white snow that piled on the ground. At least up at the mountain, at the castle.

Wearing her usual dress, consisting of a yellow tee, dotted with mint green and sky blue hearts, and a pair of tight jeans that were ripped at the knee, but with bright orange leggings blocking the frigid air from touching bare flesh. Today she had an assortment of brightly colored bangles on both her wrists. Her hair was the normal, base black, but had bright pink and bright, but light, blue dye and extensions in it. Her hair was absolutely crazy, but completely awesome, at the same time. It was like her own canvas upon her body, a canvas upon which she could do whatever the heck she wanted to do with it. She loved playing with the different colors with which she could dye her hair, and make it longer.

Jordan traipsed down the steep path that led to the village down in the valley between the mountain upon which the castle stood, and the other mountains. As she passed the first signs of life, a couple of little farm-like things where there were actually goats, she got stares. Okay, yeah, she was different. They knew that. How, they didn't know. They didn't know how different she was from them. They didn't know the fact that the beasts of myths existed. There were angels and demons; vampires and werewolves; magical humans and fallen angels. All these things were real, and most resided atop the feared mountain, and they didn't know it. It made her laugh, thinking of that fact. Humans were so...gullible. They'd believe whatever was fed to them, if it seemed reasonable enough. If they were told the truth about the school, they'd never believe it, not unless they saw it with their own eyes. Even then, they probably wouldn't. They were just stubborn that way, as well.

She finally entered the true village. Where everything was situated. Shops, restaurants, houses. This was the village center, where all the action of the village happened. Whatever action that might be. Everyone was giving her looks. Some stared openly, not hiding the fact. Their mouths held open, surprise, fear, and anger in their eyes. All these things. Others stared out of the corner of their eyes, keeping on with business, but keeping an eye on her. The same emotions were in their orbs, studying her, watching her. Ready to run away if she showed any homicidal, or any other similarly crazy, notions. Gods, humans were such idiots. They didn't know the truth from the lies. They only heard what they wanted to hear; believe what they wanted to believe. If she, a fallen angel, didn't exist, then so be it. But she was standing right before their eyes.

Her bag, which was black, green, and purple, held something different today. That difference hurt her shoulder. She had grabbed a pair of ice skates, some she had bought freshman year, here in this village. Of course, the shopkeeper knew something was just wrong about her, and had stammered when he spoke. That was funny, now that she recalled that. She giggled at the memory that popped up. The ice skates, which had been simple and white, had been attacked over the years. Not by any being, no. They had been attacked by her markers. Colors were splashed all over them, as well as some lyrics from her favorite songs, as well as jaybird, to mark the skates as hers. She didn't dare risk someone stealing them. And her markers? Very, very, very hard to get off.

She walked silently to the ice rink. Nobody seemed to want to come to the place much anymore. Then again, most people preferred, these days, to stay out of public places. They made their own skating rinks, for they didn't want to chance running into one of those Ayelet kids, as they called the students. They didn't want to be burned alive for consorting with the enemy, with the witches, or whatever the villagers deemed they were. They avoided them at all costs, it seemed. Oh well. More fun for her, anyways. She much preferred the skating rink in the village than that lake up at the castle. She could trust the ice here, she knew it wouldn't break. Not unless someone had tampered with it.

As she entered the rink area, she heard someone pretty much yelling. She grinned; she recognized that voice. She looked over at the rink, and, sure enough, there was Evie. A smirk quickly replaced the grin as an idea formed in her head. She watched the girl, who was quite similar to herself, as she pulled on her skates. She tied up the neon green laces, which had been white before she bought new ones, and stood up. A little wobbly, but otherwise she was good. She took wobbly steps, and her skates finally hit the ice. As silently as she could in the desolate rink, she slid over to Evie. She grabbed the girl's shoulders. "Boo!" She shouted in the girl's ears. However, the grabbing may not have been such a good idea. Jay wobbled on the ice, and promptly fell, bringing Evie down with her. Jay then burst out in loud giggles.

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{{OOC--I hope you don't that itsy bit of godmodding...it would happen...since jay had grabbed her shoulder....<<}}

[evelyn wynter]

Sammy. That had been the name of the kid who had, god forbid, told her that he had no idea who or what “Cheap Trick” was. It had been a horrible event. First she had started singing, and he had insulted her by saying she was off-key. Then she had asked him if he even knew what she was singing, and he said no, but it couldn’t have been right. After having instructed him on the basics of romantic-singing and how it could be painfully loud and drawn out instead of the normal, boring soft-hearted voice, he confessed that he’d never even heard of the band. Then, he continued, if you must seem to like it, I don’t think I need to. Plus, he didn’t even give her the lemonade she paid fifteen cents for. Cheap, seven year-old bastard.

Other than music, basically everything that Evie had liked, Sammy had not. Black ponies? He liked white ones. Cupcakes? He liked muffins. Video games, singing, scary movies, chocolate chips? All things he slowly began to dislike as Evie developed a taste for them. She gradually noticed that it wasn’t only Sammy that had begun to indulge themselves in this—what seemed to be the latest trend in her old school. She realized that it wasn’t that she liked chocolate brownies, it was that SHE liked chocolate brownies. She was the freak, and no one wanted to be associated with a freak, even if it meant giving up a favorite hobby or candy. No one could afford to be associated with the freak in a town full of them.

The day that she had figured this out, she went home to her mother, sobbing uncontrollably. After several good episodes of Friends (god, she loved Joey’s duck), containers of gummi bears, and several unwashed teddy-bears, Evie had finally told her mother what was wrong. And the only response she got was being told to go upstairs into the attic. Which made no sense whatsoever. She was given a key and told to find what it opened, which seemed like a ridiculously long task (it was) while her mother went downstairs to work at the shop. So she went upstairs and searched for endless hours. It was amazing how many things required locks in her attic. Then she found it: the chest that held her grandmother’s old belongings. The grandmother who had, apparently, been a fallen angel. She found a feather, silvery, that she assumed to belong to her wings. Having shown the prize to her mother, Mrs. Wynter helped her daughter pick out a locket and place the feather inside.

So as Evie fell to the ground and her locket snapped and flew off her neck, she let out an involuntary scream.

The girl crashed to the ice with a loud, twisted moan as she rolled around on her stomach, trying to find the locket. Once her eyes set upon it, she snatched at it like Gollum with a bad case of lung disease and wrapped it around her neck again. Bending over once more, Evie also retrieved poor Jimmy, who was rolling around on his fruitcake-side, having spilled out of the bag. Arms full of fruit cake, she looked around to see who had tripped her. Her eyes landed on none other than her partner in crime—Jay. “JAYBIRD!” she hollered at the top of her lungs, throwing herself on top of the other. “IWASLIKEWOAAHHHANDTHENYOUWERELIKEWOAAAHHHANDTHENWEWERELIKE woah.” She grinned, tossing a lock of colored hair out from in front of her eyes. “You found me! Does that mean I have to count?” Her smile faltered a little. “I can just sing, right?”

[Jordan Bailey]

Why did people treat them like freaks? I mean, they were normal enough. Or, at least seemed normal, anyways. They didn't openly attack people, nor did they show anything that would reveal something. But yet, the stupid people of the village just sat there, on their lazy bums, and critisized the people they knew nothing of. Sure, some might have suspicions about them, but they had no proof of anything, they didn't know anything at all about the students. But they somehow knew, just knew, something was different about the school. They didn't know specifically that it was the students. Some thought it was just the castle. Others thought it was the mountains in general. But they still ignored, and despised the students of the school.

Jordan wasn't fazed by the actions of the villagers one bit. She didn't care what they thought. Heck, she was nice to them when she came face-to-face with one of them, and was forced to talk to them. Heck, sometimes she'd just go over and start talking to them, even if they didn't show any interest in talking to her. But those people usually sneered or glared and walked off, not saying anything to her. They might occasionally tell her to go away or some such things, but she didn't care what they said. She didn't care about their attitude or any such thing. She just plain out didn't care about them. She was nice, and attempted normal conversation, but they refused it and she went on her way. Simple as that.

Because only a few of the kids from the castle came to the ice rink, the place was usually deserted. Well, mostly Jay and her friends came to the rink. She didn't go to the lake, simply because everybody else did it. And that was no fun, to have all that ice taken up by other people, who would end up shoving her around or something. Not fun. Therefore, the obvious solution was to treck down to the skating rink in the village. Not even the villagers went to it. I mean, who would want to? There were many frozen ponds and lakes around the area, so why go to a skating rink? Especially since Jay had found it and went there all the time. Nobody wanted to go to the skating rink when some of the crazy people from the castle went there. Although, it was funny when they found out she did go to the school there. Before that, she had acted the French tourist. Although, you could say she was. She had found the place in her freshman year, at the beginning. She was French, so technically, she had been one. They would've burned her or something when they found out she went there, but they didn't want to touch her. Good times, though.

Jay hadn't expected the scream to issue from Evie's mouth when they had fallen. Then again, she hadn't expected Evie's necklace to come flying off. Geez, that thing must've been made to come off, because something like that wouldn't occur normally. However, Jordan kept on laughing as she lay on the ice. It wasn't that Evie loosing her necklace was funny, it was just the situation was just that hilarious. She watched Evie get up, and attempted to stand as well. It didn't work as well as she had planned, and just ended up sitting on the ice again. She watched as her best friend gathered up the locket, put it on, and grabbed some fruitcake. Oh. So that was why her side hurt. The thing had hit her. Okay. At least she knew. Because she hadn't landed on her side, and it wouldn't have hurt there even if it had, made her thing that something really weird had hit her or something. At least she knew it hadn't.

A large burst of giggles issued from Jay's mouth as Evie shouted her nickname then pounced her. Yeah, pounced her. Then again, that's how their friendship was like. They were both absolutely nuts. That was how it worked, got it? Jay wiped her own colored hair, although the part she wiped was black, behind her ear. Although, it slipped back in front of her eyes again. "Yah, I know, I know, I knooowww!" She exclaimed with a grin. "I found you fiiiirsttt!" Was her pert reply, with a smirk to replace the grin. She shook her ebony and orange hair. "You can siiiing! I don't caare!" She announced in a sing-song voice. She sung to, therefore, it didn't matter. Whatever worked. Besides, she was fine sitting on her butt on the ice. She was perfectly okay. Besides the fact that she couldn't get up, even without Evie on her.

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