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[Jordan Bailey]

Oh, what a giant surprise. It was cold. It was never anything but cold up in the German Mountains. Sure, there might be an occasional warm spell, but it was never actually warm. It just seemed that way because it was always so cold. Sure, it got cold in other places, even in France. But the only places that came close to being as cold as in northern Germany was Russia, Canada, Greenland, the Arctic, and the Antarctic. Those were the extremes. Oh, and the Scandinavian Peninsula. Anyways, those places were as cold, and colder, than where they sat upon a mountain in Germany.

It was even colder upon the rooftop, the place that Jordan was now climbing up to. She struggled getting off the balcony to climb up, simply because her bag threatened to fall off her arm. One good thing was that it was not yet night. Because of that, she could see, which was very good, considering her current predicament. If she couldn't see....well, that would be very bad, really. It would be worse than it was currently. But there was light, and that's what currently mattered. She had decided to sketch the mountains, this time from atop the castle. Usually, she sat below a tree in the courtyard, or flew level with the top of it, but she hadn't come back to the castle, to on top of it, to sketch anything before. Well, maybe once or twice before, but not often.

She grumbled as she swung a leg up, attempting once again to get atop the roof. But once again, her back nearly fell. Of course, she didn't want to simply hold it, because she'd probably have to grab something with that hand. She lowered her leg and stood on the balcony, glaring up at the hanging which provided the way others could get up to the rooftop. She didn't remember having this much trouble before. Oh, the woes of being short. Not to mention being clumsy. Finally, as she continued to stare at the overhang, a bright idea appeared in her head. For goodness' sake! She was a freeping angel! Okay, a fallen angel, but an angel nonetheless. She had wings, was the point. And the point of wings was the fact that she could fly. Gods, how stupid could she have been? Standing there, attempting to climb up the thing, failing because her bag nearly fell every time, when she could've just flown up to the rooftop. She smacked her head, because of her stupidness, and unfurled her wings.

Her wings only came out when she wanted them to, when she was in big danger, or when she used her powers. The last part was the odd part. They came out when she used her powers? That was kind of stupid, but she also knew it happened with others. Well, one other. Leo, the CYP teacher. He was a pureblood angel, although he was really kinda cool, and his wings came out when his powers were used. Obviously, her wings would come out when she wanted them to, and they came out in danger, so she could fly away quickly. Her wings were a dark ebony black, silky smooth to the touch, with an occasional ashy fleck. Not much, though. She remembered when she had ashy wings. They were a deep gray, the color of the ashes from a fire. She hadn't completely fallen, but she was on the way to doing so. Then her wings turned black, like they were now, and her parents freaked. That was why, as she flew up to the rooftop, her flight was slightly crooked. It was because her right wing has been broken, and then healed before it could be set. The only way to get it back to normal would be to break it again, set it, then heal it. That would be painful, so Jordan had never tried it.

The whole reason for the crooked wing was her father. The same reason for the scar on her right cheek. Her father had nearly beaten her, after she had come home late from a party, wasted. She was lucky that her mother held her father off before he could do any more damage. She had only been 13, at the time, too. Luckily, it was in the summer, so it didn't take too long for her own letter for Winterthorne to arrive. She had gleefully flown to the castle. As she settled onto the rooftop, having finished her crooked flight, she shook those thoughts from her head. She didn't like thinking of the past, mostly because the whole thing wasn't fair. "Life isn't fair" was the saying that most people said after someone said it wasn't. And it was true. Life was never fair. Why hadn't her parents, both angels, fallen? They caused her to fall with their fighting every night. It was horrid. Extremely horrid. She couldn't stand it, not one bit.

She quickly shook those thoughts away. She shouldn't think of such things, she knew. It was bad to think about them. It could lead to endangering others. When angry, her water, or snow, often rocketed around, simply because she hadn't full control of it. Then again, there weren't many people that had full control of their powers, even adults. Sure, there was a class for controlling powers, but it wasn't ever full control. Emotions got the best of people, and that could usually lead to destruction of others. She leaned against on the the parapets, and pulled out her sketch pad and a pencil. She flipped to a clean page, and looked out at the mountains, the mountains where soon, a sun would set. Not too soon, but soon enough, anyways. She began to draw the sides of two of the towers, the framing of the drawing. Details quickly found their way upon the paper by way of her scratching pencil. Lines thickened, others thinned. It all would come together when she finished the sketch. But now, she was sunk in her quiet place. Her quiet place of creation, where only the loudest disturbance could take her out of it, where she wouldn't notice anything unless that disturbance could pierce that bubble of creation that had settled around her.

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[zack vineyard]

Why the hell was it sooo cold? Zack was used to summer air and warm shores, but he left all of that and everything else he knew for this place. A place where others, gifted humans, like him could meet and not be hated, ridiculed, mocked, or judged. Like everyone at home did to him, even his "friends" and his own flesh and blood.

All that could change here, but what was needed was to make a first immpression. He didn't want the people here to make fun of him too. The whole point was to fit in. He shook it off trying to playing cool around these crowed hallways and make it seem like he wasn't trying too hard. But at the same time he didn't want it to look like he was too good. He probably looked so strange to the others.

Zack walked outside to get a view of the gorgeous mountains that surronded him now. It was then that he noticed someone on the rooftop. He decided to investigate this. He went inside and got to the top floor and made sure no one was around him to see. He opened to the window and grabbed the edge of the roof and used all of his strength to pull himself up to the rooftop where the figure he saw earlier was.

When he got there to see what it was... he saw a girl. A gorgeous girl at that. He hadn't seen a girl like this before. Her beauty left him speechless. He tried to pull his act together and play cool. He stopped to look at her for a second. "How could he go about getting to know her?" he thought to himself as he stood there and watched her wondering if she had noticed him as well.

[Jordan Bailey]

The cold was usually overwhelming, something that one could easily freeze to death in, if they didn't dress properly, anyways. Then again, most did dress properly. That, or used their powers to keep themselves warm when outside. Luckily, the inside was much warmer. There wasn't a heater in sight in the castle, but then again, it was a magykal castle, so who knew what went on inside it. Besides the students and staff of the place, of course. But the cold was sometimes hard to bear, especially to those from the warmer places of the earth, like Jordan was. She came from France, the southern portion of it, where it was warm. She kept in view of mountains, living somewhat close to the French Pyrenees mountains, but it was always nice and warm. The change to the mountains was drastic, indeed.

Many people held in the castle's confines had prejudices. Age old ones. Vampires hated werewolves, demons hated angels. But new ones were usually formed. Fallen angels and mixed races were looked down upon, as well. Not to mention humans. Most saw humans as intruders into the world of magyk. It was odd, how humans acquired their magykal powers. It was a much thought on subject, but even with all research and thoughts, nobody knew the true reason humans got magykal powers. But Jordan didn't care how they got them. Sure, she was born to angels, and the supernatural world of beings humans would never believe, but she never thought humans were horrid people. Why should she, in any case? They were people, just like everybody else. Sure, they were more susceptible to harm and death than the others, but they still had powers, and they had every right to learn about the world as demons did.

It was odd that Jordan would come out from her creative bubble, as she sometimes called the sort of cone of silence that surrounded her, without a loud disturbance or her finishing what she was doing. She hadn't finished her sketch, but yet....she could feel the silence press down upon her. She hated the silence, hated it so much. The only time she could stand silence was when creating something. Otherwise, silence was the most horrid thing on the face of the earth. Some could say she had a phobia of silence, but the phobia sometimes became void, when she was writing or drawing. But oftentimes, she still listened to music when she did those things. Not all the time, like right now, but especially when she was inside, she listened to music.

But before she could suddenly yell something out, to relieve herself from the silence, she felt a prickling at her neck. She turned around to notice that someone stood nearby, watching her. She felt really nervous at that fact. Then again, nobody really liked to be watched. A grin formed itself upon her lips and packed away her sketchpad and pencil. She knew that she didn't know this guy, and he was pretty cute, that was for sure. Careful to watch her step, she skipped over to him. "Hiya!" She nearly shouted in the cool air. She loved meeting new people...she only hope that her over excitement at everything wouldn't scare him off. It did that, sometimes. "Watcha doing up here? I'm Jordan Bailey, by the way." She grinned at him. She was tempted to sit down, but he was standing, and his height already made her feel sorta short. Ah, the woes of being short, once again.

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[zack vineyard]

Zack stood there and watched as this beautiful girl crept towards him. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't stand there and say nothing. He wasn't used to pretty girls coming up and just trying to start conversation with him. She had a nice and warm, pleasent feeling around her. The kind of person that makes you feel better for being around them.

A million thoughts raced through his mind. What if she thought he was a creeper for starring at her? What she would tell him to just leave her alone? None of that mattered because what did matter was that this gorgeous girl was coming to him and he had to think of something cool to say that would keep her interested in talking to him. Something like the guys who get all the girls in the movies would say.

He remembered all the girls back home and how they didn't want him. They would even give him the time of day and the only one who did only wanted five minutes of his. But none of that was important right now he had to face what was going on in the present not focus on the past. That was truely a problem of his, he spent so much time dwelling on his past.

She came up to him and spoke a few inviting words to him. That came as a huge relief to Zack. The sparkle in her eyes and the kindness in her voice made him feel even more welcome. He managed to make out the words "I saw you on top of the building from outside and was very interested to see what you were doing up here. Oh and my name is Zack Vineyard, but my friends call me Zacky."

[Jordan Bailey]

As Jordan skipped over to the boy, she noticed his expression was somewhat blank. Maybe even panicked. She wondered why, but it didn't matter. It was probably because he was scared that she had caught him staring, like he maybe didn't think she would notice. Heck, she was surprised she had noticed. Upon normal circumstances, she wouldn't have noticed him at all. She'd still be sketching the view that she could see from against the parapet. She wouldn't have noticed anything until she was finished with the sketch, which could take long. Longer than had passed, because she definitely hadn't finished it. Now that she thought about it, she had probably subconsciously recognized that he had been watching her, but she wouldn't have known until she herself noticed. Oh well, it didn't matter now.

Jordan hadn't had any boyfriends before. Well, not in the romantic sense of the word. Sure, she had friends that were guys, like Smammii and Fletchy. And even Evan. But a real boyfriend? Nope. Sure, she'd developed crushes on some guys, but they didn't return her feelings, not as far as she knew, in any case. But she really didn't care if she had a boyfriend or not. She wasn't one that cared deeply whether or not she had a boyfriend, unlike some. She was a carefree soul, and did what she liked and how she liked it. If she wanted a boyfriend, then okay. It didn't matter to her whether she did or not at this point. And for her past...well, none of the human kids around her neighborhood had cared anything about her. Most of them were kind of freaked about her. She was different, and they didn't like that.

She grinned at his reply. "Ah, okay! I know, most people don't climb up to the rooftop." She nearly corrected herself to say flew, but she didn't. "Ah, I was only sketching." She shrugged. "I do that a lot. Just wander around sketching the mountains or something like that. Or whatever subject matter may appear. Like, once, I saw a stag. Dunno what he was doing. Heck, it could've even been a shapeshifter. Anyways, I sketched it once, because it stayed around long enough. It was pretty cool. But yeah, I sketch a lot of things..mostly because I don't have anything better to do." Zack Vineyard. It was an interesting name, to say the least. Well, the last name. The first name was fine. "Nice ta meet you Zack, you can call me Jay, most people do."

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[zack vineyard]

Jay... her name bounced around in his mind. Her voice was so cheerful and carefree. He had finally done it, he met someone who would actually give him a chance to talk to them. And she seemed like she had so much to say, so conversation would not be killed by his stupid mouth.

Zack had never really had any friends, let alone a girlfriend. I mean like every teenager he had a crush or two, but he never could talk to them. His words would go over perfect in his mind, but after trying to speak them he would trip over everything he said. Making a fool of himself was an everyday thing. But now it seemed to be going very well for him with Jay.

She was an artist. He glanced over at the picture she was making and it looked amazing . Zack was an artist of sorts. A writer, he spend his days with notebooks writing songs and poems. His art was meant to paint a picture in the mind, but her art was an actual beautiful picture.

She seemed like she wanted to talk to him, so he tried to keep the conversation alive. Looking around to find something to talk about, he took another glance at the picture. "Yeah i noticed your sketch when i got up here. Its amazing, you have some real talent"

[Jordan Bailey]

She had noticed that he was a tad nervous, it seemed. She didn't know why, and she didn't want to know why. He definitely was stand-offish, that was sure. It wasn't her business why, she knew. She was simply a bit curious as to why he seemed that way. There were a number of possible reasons why he didn't seem to be as open and carefree as she was at the moment. He could be simply unused to conversation. Hey, it was possible. Some people didn't talk that often. No, not shy, although that would be another reason, but they just didn't talk often. It could be he was unused to people being so open as she was, and he had been surprised at that. Or he could be unused to people being so nice to him. There were various other reasons that were plausible as well.

Jordan was an artist by three ways. She loved to draw. Drawing was a passion of hers. She was also a writer. Stories and lyrics flowed upon paper by her pencil, thoughts that streamed from her head. Music was also written, but not written in quite the same way. But she was also a musician. She wrote music, played guitar, and sang. She created her own songs, but wasn't especially great at that, though. She much preferred to cover songs on guitar and by singing them. She loved to sing. As Zack's eyes drifted towards her bag, she noticed that she hadn't placed her sketchbook properly in it. And she hadn't closed it, which meant that he could see it.

A blush covered her cheeks as she realized he was looking at her sketch. She liked to show people her art, but not until it was finished. And mostly she got drawings finished the first time, but sometimes she didn't. When she was unfinished with drawings, she didn't like to show them to people. Of course, if they asked to see it nicely, and she was carrying it around, she'd relent and show it to them, but she preferred not to. And she absolutely hated people looking over her shoulder, watching her. Watching her when she knew they were. He had watched her draw, apparently as he said so, but at least she didn't know that until now. If she had....she'd be especially embarrassed. Not like she wasn't already embarrassed, obvious because of the blush. "Oh....thanks...it's not finished yet, though. Nowhere close, really. I'm not that talented..my real talent is in music, really. I'm much more into music than art."She shrugged as she properly placed her sketchbook in the bag, where he wouldn't see it. Oh, she was embarrassed....

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[zack vineyard]

No way! She liked music as well! Zack happened play guitar and piano, he had always felt that was his true calling in life. He had always wished people saw him as that guitar kid, rather than "the freak who can do things with shadows".

He saw her blushing cheeks and and wondered if he had done anything that would have made her uncomfortable. Was it because he was coming on a bit too strong for her? Was it because she thought he was weird for watching her earlier and even doing so much as come up of the rooftop just to see her? Or maybe it was because he mentioned her art?

He knew the feeling. When he came up with a new song, he didn't like to saw it all too much due to what he thought people would think about it. This was the major thing holding zack back in his music life. How could anyone become his fan if he wouldn't show his songs to anyone? A very sticky situation.

"Why are you blushing?" he calmly asked her. "If your good at something, don't be afraid to show the world!" a bit of advice that he needed to take himself. "Oh you play music too? That is practically my life!" hopefully he wasn't too open to scare her off..

[Jordan Bailey]

Music was a big part of Jordan's life, that much was for sure. She loved music with a big passion. She loved to sing and make music, it was a passion of hers. She had loved singing ever since she was a little girl. She sung songs until the night took over, and sometimes later than that. She had loved to sing, and still did. And she learned how to play guitar. Most angels do have musical abilities in them. Whether or not they get musical training is another thing. Jordan, however, did get lessons in playing guitar. And she was pretty good at it. No, she wasn't some guitar genius, she wasn't super amazing awesomtastic, but she was pretty good at it.

And making music. Lyrics were the first thing she did when making her songs. She'd write down all her thoughts, and form them into lyrics. She'd play around with the lyrics, and when, at long last, she was satisfied, she'd start putting music to it. She'd grab her guitar and start singing the lyrics in various ways, until she got the way she liked it. Then came the chords. She'd play around again until she was satisfied. But, sometimes, the chords came before her singing it. It just depended on how it all worked out. Sure, it was a hard thing to do, but she did it well. And she loved it more than art, but by just a smidgen.

Jordan blinked at the sudden question. She definitely hadn't expected that one. "Oh...well....I usually don't like people seeing art or whatever until it's finished...and I hadn't meant for you to see it..." She trailed off uncomfortable. She wasn't used to people calling her out on blushing. Not many people did. Then again, most were egoistic and thought the blush meant that the person liked them or something. That's how this day was, really. "I do....but only when it's finished." She replied with a grin. She was surprised at the next words. He said too. That meant that he played music as well, obvious at the following statement. "Yeah, I love music. It's what I'm best at. I sing and play guitar. What about you?" A subject that they both liked, that was good.

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