We've Got a Big Mess{fletchy,smammi/open}

[Jordan Bailey]

this thread is open, meaning anybody can join. It does, however, have a posting order. That being: ME, KASEN, FLETCHER, SAMMII and then me. If you wish to join, tell me via e-mail, pm, or im, and then you get to post after Sammii, kay?

Dead. Jordan couldn't believe it. One moment Evelyn Wynter, one of Jordan's bestest friends, was alive. She was dead the next. Dead. Completely and utterly dead. Evie was like...Jordan's twin, perhaps. Not really, but they were similar in so many ways. Evie was another epitome of random, so much like Jordan herself. They were both random, crazy, and just completely awesome. Evie was Jordan's best friend...but now...she was gone. And it was so hard to believe. How could one believe it? Your best friend, your best girl friend, was gone. They kicked the bucket, however you wanted to phrase it. She was dead, and gone, and would never return. Jordan could barely believe it, no joke. She wouldn't believe it if she hadn't seen the girl herself.

The day had started out normal, as normal as could be. There were some clouds in the sky, backed by a lovely shade of blue. The clouds themselves were puffy and white, with only shadows of gray upon their fluffiness. Jay had seen it all from the window in her dorm. The dorm she shared with several others. It was an early Saturday morning, so nobody in her dorm had been up when Jordan left. It was odd, though. Jordan didn't wake up early. She usually was the next to last one to wake up. But this morning...she had woken up around 5:30, a feeling of apprehension knotted in her stomach. It had sat there for a while, not letting her sleep. She finally had decided to give up on sleep, and got dressed. She had grabbed her guitar and a granola bar, and had decided to go sit by the lake for a bit, singing, strumming her guitar....just playing her music. Music. The thing she was totally obsessed about.

But things didn't go her way. Not that day. Not that they ever had. Jay didn't fly through the empty corridors as she usually did. Instead, she walked. She still couldn't get that nagging, bad feeling out of her stomach. It was warning her that something was going to happen. Of course, Jordan didn't really recognize that feeling, so she kept on walking. She only saw a few faces in the corridors, those others that had woken up early. Heck, who wandered about the school at 6:09 in the morning, like she did? Who really wanted to do that? But...those faces that she saw....a few of them were freaked. She shrugged it off. There had been a couple of murders of late....and some were really freaked about them. Jordan wasn't one of them. They wouldn't get her. They wouldn't get her friends, either. She was completely safe. How wrong she was.

She found that out the moment she stepped outside and saw it. Saw her. Jay stood there, frozen in shock. There was no way, no freeping way. But it was true. There.....in front of her...squished a bit on the concrete....lay Evelyn Wynter. NO! Her mind screamed. This can't be freeping happening! She can't be dead! NO! Why, oh why was she on the roofs in the first place!? WHY!? Those thoughts ran through her head a thousand times. Evie was afraid of heights, so why would she be on the roofs? To prove herself? Hell, she didn't need to. Evie was awesome how she was. Tears, how unusual to see them mark her cheeks, instantly sprang to her eyes to flow down her cheeks. Evelyn Wynter was dead. Dead. Another murder was committed. Concerned voices, from those few others who had seen the girl, sounded in her ears...but Jordan paid no heed to them.

Crying, Jordan stumbled away from the scene. She couldn't take it. She couldn't handle it. Not Evelyn, and not other people talking to her. No one knew Evie like Jordan did. No one. They wouldn't know how completely awesome Evie was, how great the girl really was, how she could easily change a person's life for the better with her chipper comments and remarks, how she just made everyone smile. Just how....well, amazing Evie was. These people wouldn't understand. They never would understand. There were only a few people that would be able to understand how much hurt Jordan was currently going through, as she stumbled across the grounds, her guitar hitting her legs, unbeknownst to her.

Perhaps the worst part of it all....Jordan was sad. She hated being sad, hated being mad. She didn't like any forms of unhappiness. This, of course, caused her to always be so chipper and happy. Some people may think her fake, because she was always so hyper, but she wasn't. Jordan was always this small, cute, albeit clumsy, happy girl. She was short, but she made up for that in how awesome she really was, according to her friends. But now....Jordan was actually sad. Sad and crying. That, perhaps, was the worst sight of all. To see the always chipper Jordan crying, tears falling down her face, ruining her awesome makeup in the process, of course.

Jordan suddenly found herself at the lake. The weirder part......oh great. Another dead freaking body, it seemed. This one had already been found, and there was that stupid police tape crap surrounding the remains. Oh well. At least it was on the other shore....somewhere where she couldn't see it. Now that she thought back......there had been whisperings back at......her body about some...what was it...Vincent Young? Yeah, some Vincent Young was found out here. Oh well. It wasn't like she really felt like going anywhere else, anyways. She just.....she didn't know. She didn't know what she wanted to do. She had no clue. Right now....she was empty.

So, she sat on the cold grass, and set the guitar on her lap, tears continuing to flow down her face. She had no clue what to think at the moment. How could she even think? The only thing that could fill her mind at that moment was.....Evie. Of her smiling face, Evie laughing, Evie just because crazy....and then.....Evie...on the ground...slightly squished by the impact...on the concrete. That image simply caused her to cry harder, the tears falling harder down her cheeks, splashing onto her guitar. This continued for quite a while. Time enough for another crowd to draw around the police tape over yonder...wondering what had happened. At least that kid hadn't been someone else she knew...like Sammii..or worse, Fletchy. Gods, it would be horrible to have to deal with another death that was close to her, it was hard enough with just Evie.

Finally, some of the numbness of shock subsided, although that made her a bit more susceptible to that pain of loosing a close one, a loved one. She blandly looked down at her guitar. It came to her why she was going to be outside, anyways. It wouldn't hurt to play something....but what? Suddenly...a song popped into her head. I Want You To Want Me was the song that appeared there. It was by Cheap Trick, and it happened to be Evie's favorite song ever. Suddenly, Jordan was really glad that Evie had persuaded her to learn the guitar chords for that song, in particular. It seemed the perfect song to play.....the song that Evie loved. The song that Evie always made Jordan play, so that Evie could sing along to it. And it was the best song to play right now.

Jordan strummed a couple of chords, making sure the guitar was tuned correctly. It was out of habit....the strings usually weren't incorrectly tuned, but it would be bad to start a song, and then figure out it wasn't tuned. She thought back for a second, remembering those chords....the chords that Evie waved in front of her face excitedly when the girl had finally found them. Tears continued to trickle down Jay's cheek as she started to play the song. "I want you to want me.." Jay sung out, her voice sounding like it had not been used in a while, cracking and soft. Jordan continued to play the song, singing softly, her voice cracking a couple of times during the song. Her voice grew stronger though, as if Evie herself was pressing the girl on, helping Jordan to sing her favorite song. "I want you to want me...." Jordan finished singing, playing the final chord. A choked sob escaped her throat as she finished, and Jordan dropped her hands from the guitar, and curled over into a ball, cradling the guitar inside the Jay-ball, her fingers grasping the toes of her converses, her sobs wracking throughout her body as she thought of her best friend.

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[Kasen Lirit]

All this death stuff... it was so annoying. It seemed that for every one of the recent victims he had a friend that was all bent up about it. Namely, Jay and Evie. Normally, he was hard to upset like this. However, now he was just pissed. There was no way Evie would've killed herself. I mean, Jay wouldn't, so Evie wouldn't either. The two were just like the same person, so it was no wonder Jay was so bent up about it. At least, she ought to have been. If she wasn't then something was wrong. Hell, if she wasn't he'd start guessing that Jay had killed her--which would certainly explain the suicide.

Like most, he wasn't able to shake the murders off. Some were able to, namely a few seniors, those weird demons, but they were just suspicious to begin with. He knew himself well enough to know that if it weren't for the fact that whoever was murdering the kids was vicious, he'd be tempted to dip his toes into the schools data stream. It was probably in an eMail or something somewhere. Way he saw it at least. Unfortunately, he wasn't stupid.

Taking a deep breath, Kasen headed through the campus, hands in the pockets of his jacket. His sneakers were getting slightly damp from the snow, though he kept on trudging. Curiously, he glanced at the iPhone, looking to the arrow that was telling him which way to go. By now, he was a little worried. Jay hadn't responded to any text messages, hadn't answered his calls, and now he was getting desperate. He knew better than anyone what death could do to a person. So, he decided to track the signal from Jay's phone. So far, so good, unless she decided to drop her phone in the snow down by the lake.

Approaching the lake, he stood on his toes some to get a better view across the water, spotting the little ball of a person with the guitar. The guitar he recognized, though he wasn't so sure about the person just yet. Taking a deep breath and pocketing the phone, he hurried around the edge of the lake, running to get to the Jay-ball.

Finally approaching her, he crouched down quietly beside her and rested a hand on her shoulder. "Jordan, I think she'd want you to be in tune," he whispered before wrapping a long arm around her and pulling her into a hug. Taking a seat, he tilted his head down to try and get a look at the petite girls face, raising a curious eyebrow with his lips pursed.

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[fletcher cross]

What was in a name? Not much. You couldn’t tell anything about that person based upon it. Sure, others sounded a bit more out there, some plain, but you couldn’t really tell the inner-workings of a person based upon their parents’ decision. You couldn’t tell the greatest accomplishments, or the funniest jokes, the saddest moments, the encouraging words that were told. Nothing. A name was just a name. A scribbling, mixed-up alphabet that you could write on your notebook, or have stored in your wallet, or maybe even on a piece of paper taped to your bedroom door. So as the students of Winterthorne passed by the off-white paper that was tacked up to the bulletin board, the list of names meant little to nothing to them. It meant everything to Fletcher.

He stood at the edge of the lake, grey now consuming its usually blue water; his arms wrapped around himself in a pitiful self-hug as he watched the police work at the body. They were just like the others. They knew the name, they saw the body. They were only concerned about cleaning the mess up and alerting whoever they were supposed to alert. The murderer would turn up sometime, right? He or she would make a mistake. They weren’t at all worried about the people like himself who watched and thought: what if they didn’t? What if the murders would just continue? To some, it was just a bloody carcass, rotting on the private grounds of the campus. To him? It was an old best friend.

Vincent Young. They had been close. Really close. Vincent and Devon—they were the two people who knew him for who he really was. Plus, Vincent was a werewolf, something that Devon could never brag about. They ran together through the forest at night, the wind whipping through their fur as they accelerated towards deeper and darker trails. They used to laugh at how Devon would trip halfway through and they’d all have to stop to make sure he wasn’t hurt too badly. And then they’d spend the rest of the night sitting on the boulder on top of the cliff’s edge, looking over all the trees and rocks.

Well, up until Vincent liked Andrew.

Fletcher didn’t take to well to that. His visits to Vince went down from every day to barely once a week, and their conversations were listless and awkward. Of course, everyone thought he hated Andrew, including Devon and Vincent, so he couldn’t explain himself. It began to be more of a competition than a friendship. Soon it was Vincent every day, walking out of the castle with Andrew, and Fletcher pretending that he hated the both of them while his jealousy consumed him. And Vincent knew he was watching. In fact, most times he made sure that Fletcher was watching them.

His multi-colored, choppy hair brushed across his face as the wind blew again. Sadness overcame him as he looked down on Vincent. He hadn’t meant for it to end like this. It was stupid, fighting over a guy. And now? Now he couldn’t take anything back. He couldn’t have his best friend back. Everything he’d ever said, every fight they’d had, rang through his ears as he watched the police work. What was the last thing he said to him? His face scrunched as he tried to remember. His frown deepened, and he decidedly looked out at the lake. ‘Go fuck off and die.’ Fletcher hadn’t meant it to sound like...he didn’t know...well, of course he hadn’t known. He wasn’t psychic. He was just so caught up in...in the battle for Andrew...

Guess we know who won.

It was then he saw the two figures hunched over at the other side of the lake. Realization swept over him; it was music that had been playing a few moments ago. He bit his lip as he made his way around the lake, trying to recall what song it had been. He knew the song. He’d heard Jay and Evie sing it thousands of times. How did it go? ...Didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I see you crying? Oh, didn’t I, didn’t I, didn’t I see you crying? Fletcher brushed back invisible tears as he neared the two. He felt like the lake: grey. The hoodie that was pulled tight around his body was a dark navy blue, his jeans a faded grey, and he was paler than usual. He looked up. Jay.

That’s right. He had forgotten Evie was gone. It was hard to think of her...dead. She had always been so full of life, so energetic—much like Jaybird herself. They were the perfect match, the best of friends. Even Fletcher couldn’t compare to the bond they had shared. So as he slid down into the grass, next to Kasen and Jay, he pulled his knees to his chest and looked wearily at her. “Hey.” What was he supposed to say? He’d never seen Jay said. Actually, he didn’t think anyone had ever seen her sad.

[sammii knowell]

More deaths. Sammii couldn't believe it. Not more. It had been bad enough when the first three people had died, Sammii being the concerned person he was...but this time? Why did it seem all the deaths had effected someone he knew? Evelyn Wynter: one of Jay's best friends; Vincent Young: that death was making Fletcher seem sad... The worst though—was Alice Meyer's death. her and Ezra had been so close...and it was horrible seeing the demon upset. Just really, really horrible. Most people didn't seem to care about the deaths—they were just people who you wouldn't see passing you in the hallways again. But Sammii cared. Even if he didn't know the dead person, it still upset him. They were human lives, lost for what? No one knew why the killings were happening; no one knew who it was... Well, Sammii had a pretty good idea. It was the demons, he wasn't sure who all was doing the killings, but he knew the demons were involved. They'd always been bad news to begin with, and then the Browland girl...Ezra. He'd killed her. But he'd said it had been an accident, a mistake; that he wouldn't do it again. Sammii wasn't sure how he could have "mistakenly" killed the girl. And now these deaths. He prayed to god that the demon hadn't been involved with any of them. What was he going to do, if he found out Ezra had killed another person? He loved him so much...but killing people was just wrong.

Blue Converse trekked through the snow heading towards the lake as the werewolf walked. He wasn't sure why he was going to the lake. It seemed that was always a good place to go when you were upset. The water always made him feel peaceful; helped him relax. But as the lake came into view of his bright blue eyes, he thought of Monster...they'd announced she was missing. What if she was dead too? He'd liked the weird, cute little girl so much. Even if he hadn't gotten to know her extremely well, she still had really made an impact on him. Sammii imagined she must do that to alot of people, though. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Why did these sort of things have to happen? There was no way these people were dead, that there was people missing on top of that... It was weird to think that they'd effected people he knew; that they'd effected him. Death was something you never really thought would effect you—you knew it happened to other people, people that you didn't know. But to you? That wasn't imaginable, at least, it hadn't been to Sammii. And now Ezra was telling him to make sure his dorm was always locked up...he'd never had to worry about that before, none of them had really.

And who would they get next? That was the question that nagged him the most—the one that was bothering him right now, as he walked along the edge of the lake, looking at the police working on the scene there. That's where the Vincent kid had died...he'd been one of Sammii's room mates...it was weird. What if they got Ezra next? Or Dani? Jay? There were so many people Sammii cared about...and all of them could be the next victim. The tears spilled down his cheek now. Monster was missing, Alice and Evie were dead, all his friends were upset...and there were those horrible thoughts about Ezra or Dani or Jay or anyone else being next. He couldn't stand to think about losing Ezra. He'd let himself fall too far for him to lose the demon like that. And he'd promised, promised, to never leave him. He couldn't die, right? He couldn't do that to Sammii, like his parents had so many years ago.

Teary blues moved around the lake, looking at everything. The trees, the police working on clearing up the murder scene (his eyes rested on that for a while), then they landed on three figures hunched over at the other side. And he could recognize all of them: Jay, Fletcher, and Kasen. Sammii's feet moved, walking to where his three friends were. He was surprised to see Kasen holding a crying Jay. Crying. Sammii had never even seen Jay sad, let alone crying. Silently, he took a seat next to Fletcher, knees coming up against his chest as well, arms wrapping around his knees. His cheeks were shiny from his own tears as he looked at everyone: Jay crying, Kasen comforting her, Fletcher seemed really pale and upset. The werewolf chewed on his lip, unsure what to say. He felt like maybe he should say anything, that being silent was what he should be doing right now.

[Jordan Bailey]

Death, death. Why did it all come back to death? It always did, seemingly. So many people had died already, not to mention several had gone missing, including Monster. Monster Rue had been a...somewhat friend of Jordan's, as well. The girl wasn't extremely close, having doused the girl, who was hydrophobic, with water upon first meeting. So, Monster had been a little apprehensive because of that. But they were still friends. Monster had just...gone off and poofed. Just...disappeared without a trace. Without a single trace. Nobody knew where those kids had gone. They were next, no doubt, to die. But Monster disappearing was hard, but Evie dying was the worst. Monster dying couldn't compare to Evie, simply because Jordan was closer with the senior girl. In fact, age was probably the only thing that separated Jay and Evie, not to mention general looks, family, and race. But those were small things. Evie and Jordan were as tight as peanut butter was to jelly. Nobody could break that, either.

Jordan's heart ached worse than anything she had felt before. Jordan had never had a boyfriend before, never had her heart broken. She hadn't known what a broken heart felt like, until now. Until her best friend died. Was gone, just like that. It took forever for a child to be born, but death came in an instant. An lives were changed in that same instant. Just that morning, Jordan had been happy and peppy and ready to go. But once she stepped outside that building? That changed. She wasn't all happy and peppy. How could she have been, with her best friend lying dead in front of her? How could that ever be possible? Who could ever be able to be happy with their best friend dead in front of them? Who?

But Jordan was thankful. Not that Evie was dead, no way. But she was thankful for music. One of the few things that could ever cheer her up. She was also thankful for friends. Those few friends that were the closest to her. The ones that, although they may not know Evie so much, knew how close Jordan was with the girl, and knew the pain that Jordan felt. And the ones that could help Jay heal that hole that now sat in her heart, dead, heavy weight, tugging it, making it seem like it was falling lower. Music and friends were the only possible thing that could help Jordan get through it. The only things. Nothing else could help, with the exception of things Jordan needed, such as food, water, and air. They just couldn't. They couldn't heal the hole, the hole that would never completely close up. There was no way anything else could do that. The only thing that came close was the comfort of her friends, and the music that made her life.

Jordan was surprised, however, to hear a voice in her ear, a voice of one very close to her. Kasen Lirit, one of her two "older brothers" that she had. Kasen was the tall monster, the guy that would easily beat up any guy that came to whisk Jordan away from her innocence. Or some such thing. Kasen did have a brother complex to him, but Jordan loved him, no matter how much he teased her about silly things, such as her height. "You try singing when you're absolutely miserable." Jordan muttered to him between sobs. She let him wrap an arm around her. Figured that he would find her. She had vaguely registered the fact that her phone was vibrating, but hadn't done anything. She didn't want to talk to anybody. But Kasen, the technology freak, would know how to find her, as long as she had some technology about her. She looked up into his face as he crouched next to her. She paused briefly before wrapping her slender arms around him, encircling him in a hug, sobbing into his chest.

And then...more people came. She didn't know how they found her. Kasen was one story, he'd be able to find her wherever she went, simply because she couldn't live without her phone or her iPod. But Fletcher? How in the world had he found her? Then she vaguely remembered the fact that....Fletcher had been friends with Vincent. The werewolf that had died by the lake. Aw, shit. Fletcher. Fletcher was much like Kasen, in the relationship that she had with him. Fletcher was another brother to her. They oftentimes hung out, laughing and guessing how they might be related somehow or the other. It was all fun and play, but they were so close. Fletcher was her other older brother, no matter the fact that he was actually younger than her. She withdrew her arms from Kasen and turned to Fletcher. "Gods, Fletchy. He was your friend, wasn't he?" She questioned him before wrapping her arms around him instead. She hated them seeing her like this, really. It pained her that they had to see her far from her normal state, if you could call that state of crazy randomness normal. But she could live.

And then came Sammii. Or Smammii as she liked to call him, her nickname for him. No, he wasn't another brother, but he was one of her best friends. He was childish, sure, could cry at the drop of a hat, but he was still Sammii, and maybe even her best guy friend. Maybe. She had so many freeping best friends, she couldn't remember where each one stood. But Sammii was a really, really, really, really close friend, and he would always be that way. Jordan loved Sammii, no matter how childish he acted, no matter how many people thought he was a weirdo. Sammii, however, didn't say anything. He just sat there, brooding over the deaths. As far as he knew, he wasn't particularly close to any of them. Not at close as some were, but the deaths would still affect Sammii. No matter how childish the guy was, he would easily go deeper, and think that anybody could be next. And Sammii was affected by knowing people that knew the ones that had died. She didn't know what to say. Three people now. Three people to see her crying, sobbing, sad. Nobody, besides her family and some of her French friends back home, had seen her sad in any way. "Gods....I don't want y'all to see me this way...." she mumbled, unwrapping her arms around Fletch, and sitting in her Jay-ball again, in the middle of the three. "It might prove to be bad luck..."

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