.Skybird (Jordan and others)

[Marc Regan]

I'm coming out of my cage

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The young man walked through the moonlight, hands shoved into his back pockets. A light zephyr cascaded over the rocky hillside, running its chilly fingers through his hair. He sighed quietly, subjecting his fingers to the cold so he could pull his jacket tighter around his shoulders. Aeolus, much displeased by the boy's covering, blew more chill in his direction.

Snow flew lightly around his ankles, snaking into his boots and soaking his toes. Grumbling, the boy forfeited walking for a much...easier...route. Within a moment, the boy no longer stood in the German snow. In his place was a small hawk, it's feathers ruffled against the wind.

Spreading its wings, the hawk lifted off, headed for the nearest shelter. Acute eyes spied the grounds of the Academy, searching for an open window. Finding none, it settled for one of the walled in rooftops. Claws spread as the bird landed gracefully on the rock.

It cawed once, complaining of the freeze. Marc had always hated winter. Far too bitter and dead. Though he knew the risks, the bird was quickly taken over by the form of a husky. The large dog waltzed toward one of the walls and curled up next to it. Safe from the strong breeze, it closed its eyes, if only for a moment.

The dog's ears perked at a light sound, its head following quickly after. The sound echoed through the evening once more. Curious, the husky stood, its shadow far more eager to meet the sound than him. Worried over just who...or what...was coming towards him, the husky resumed the shape of the young blonde boy.

A wave of dizziness overtook Marc, but he was used to it. Gripping the wall of the rooftop for security, he stood, watching the door leading to the open area. Who on earth would be up at this hour, and headed outside at that?[/font]

And I've been doing just fine

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[Jordan Bailey]

Jordan watched from her lumpy bed as the light that filtered through the window slowly faded away into darkness. As the final bit of light fell under the windowsill, a sigh escaped her lips. The recent deaths at the Academy had most definitely dampened moods here. Especially those that were close to the dead, like Jordan herself was. Lights from the corridors suddenly shot on as the sun finally set below the dark mountains that made up the horizon from the castle. Such was the magyk of the place. She didn't know who made all the lamps burn into the night, until it was past the "curfew" of the place. Another sigh escaped her lips as she stood up to turn on the lights in the room. Of course, no one else was in the room at the moment. They were all out, partying or some such thing. She could only guess as to what they were doing.

As she walked back to the bed, she glanced into the mirror, looking into a haunted face. God. Evie's death had most definitely taken a toll on the petite girl. Her raven hair had no color in it, as it usually did. And it stood out, ragged, from her pale face, with only a hint of the makeup that usually graced it. Her clothing wasn't bright and colorful as it usually was. As Jordan stared back at herself, her eyes widened in shock. Holy crap, that was her? I mean, jeez. She looked like some sort of phantom. She vaguely remembered Kjara trying to get her up yesterday, and this morning, too. But she hadn't wanted to. She remembered Kasen and Fletcher coming by, trying to cheer her up. It had been a couple days since she had found her best friend dead, but perhaps now was the time to do something. To get over it, maybe. Well, she wouldn't ever fully get over it, but to move on, maybe was the better word.

A groan issued from the girl's mouth as she realized how horrible she must seem to her friends. She was mourning Evie like no other. Maybe it was lucky that her family lived nearby, but maybe it was frightful for them. It was lucky in the fact that they found out recently, and could attend the girl's funeral without having to wait months after the person's death. Frightful, because they could easily think that the killer would get them next. Because she was killed, they could think that they would be next. Who knew? But, as these thoughts depressed Jordan, she shook them from her head, and quickly changed into something brighter and more colorful. Then, she grabbed some eyeliner and mascara and put it on, adding some glitter and blue eye shadow to it.

Having nearly finished getting ready, Jay glanced around the room as she heard a light sound from outside. A bird, most likely, should she judge from the similar sound that her wings made to the ruffling sound that she had heard. She shrugged and turned back to the mirror, grabbing some of the red extensions that lay on the counter. She had washed out, and re-dyed her hair black after the deaths, and didn't really feel like dyeing it tonight, so she stuck with the colorful extensions that took up most of the counter. Luckily her roommates didn't mind that too much. Really, most of them liked to use them on the odd occasion. Points for having things others liked.

Having finished doing her hair, she grabbed her bag, always had one handy, and left the dorm room. She thought about bringing her guitar, too, but decided against it. Besides, she really didn't want to have to carry it around, it was kind of heavy. Slowly, Jay walked through the corridors, no destination currently in mind. However, as she passed the balcony that one could use to climb up to the rooftops, she turned onto the balcony, and then unfurled her wings, the ebony feathers shining in the dim moonlight. Hey, it was better than last time. That time when she had met Zack up here? She had tried to climb up to the roof. She was short, and her legs couldn't reach up to it, and she had struggled to get up before finally remembering she could fly up to it. Stupidly, she had done so that one time. Hey, with wings that pretty much disappeared when not in use, you could sometimes forget about them.

With a swoosh of her wings, she was in the air, wincing in pain as the edge of her wing caught the stone of the overhang. "Crap.." she muttered as her feet found the solidness of the ground under them. Her wings folded back, and faded through her clothing. Looking up, she saw someone standing there, grasping a wall, staring out over the overhang. She chewed her bottom lip in nervousness. She most definitely hadn't expected someone to be there when she got onto the roof, but there he was. Jordan shuffled her feet, looking down, then back up to him. "Uhm...hi?" She said lamely. Crap, that sucked. She ran a hand through her hair, snagging a knot. Quickly removing her hand from the tangle, she grinned at him. "Hi there! I'm Jay!"

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[Marc Regan]

Gotta gotta be down

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Marc looked out, his eyes focused beneath him. A dark silhouette made itself known below him, slowly growing bigger as whatever it was grew closer. The boy scooted away a bit, acting on instinct. Once again, dizziness washed over him, forcing him to hold still and keep his grip on the wall. Knuckles turned white as he watched the wall, ready for whatever was coming his way.

He hadn't expected what rose over the edge, however. As the silhouette began to surface, the moonlight caught the figure and lit it up. The dainty face of a female glowed in the darkness, followed by her neck, shoulders, and...were those wings? As the girl landed, the wings slowly faded into her bodice. Marc watched on, captivated by the young girl already.

It was a moment before the girl noticed him. She seemed startled at first, and Marc could only imagine what he looked like. Rough, toussled blonde hair, dingy jeans, an over-sized coat, and skin as white as the snow beneath them. He certainly didn't look his best, that was for sure. But the girl...it was as though she had spent an hour in front of the mirror before coming up here. Blue eyeshadow donned her gorgeous makeup-covered eyes. Streaks of red shone through her beautiful mass of black hair. Her bright clothes shimmered in the ethereal moonlight, making her all the prettier. She reminded Marc just a bit of Terri, when he thought about it.

She greeted him, and, apparently not satisfied with her first hello, she corrected herself and greeted him again. Still dizzy, but not wanting to seem rude, Marc nodded in response. Hoping enough time had passed, he let go of his life support and took a few steps toward the girl.

It's nice to meet you, Jay. He said, the vertigo beginning to subside. I'm sorry if I startled you. I thought I would be alone tonight.

Turning back to the horizon, Marc sighed lightly. It was beautiful tonight. Germany always had beautiful nights. Though, in Marc's opinion, nothing could beat a lakeside view of the darkness. He remembered how the stars would reflect in the glass-like water, sometimes well enough that he could see the constalations in the lake.

And all at once, he was homesick. He missed his parents, he missed his brother, he missed his girlfriend. Well, ex girlfriend. Fingers habitually traced over the silver band on his right hand, following the pattern embedded into the metal. As his fingers traced the pattern on the ring, his eyes traced the pattern of the stars. Automatically he spotted the two Dippers, Orion, the twins, and Leo.

Remembering the girl standing on the roof with him, Marc turned away from the navajo sky. Sorry about that. He said lightheartedly. I'm a bit tired. Marc offered his hand for an introductory shake. My name's Marc Regan. It's nice to meet you, Jay.

Fingers ran through his rough hair, shoving it out of his eyes. You have a nice pair of wings. Marc complimented, albeit nervously. He was never good on small talk, if he was the one encouraging it. They the reason you're at Winterthorne?

Well duh. He scolded himself. Shifting his weight, the teen leaned on the wall, tossing a glance over the edge. The wind had died down almost to the point of nonexistance. Finally, some peace. It had been a long time since he had some peace and quiet.

But right now, he would trade a lifetime of peace and quiet to be home. He missed his family, his home, his lake. He hated Winterthorne. He had only been here a day, and already he hated it. He hadn't met anyone, had a hard time finding his dorm, hadn't been able to go to any classes, and being farther from home most certainly did not make him stop thinking about his ex. He was beginning to think coming here was a bad idea. The air was too thin and cold for most of the animals he usually transformed into, so shape shifting was even out the window. So far the only good thing he could think about this place was the pretty-though short-girl standing before him.[/font]

Because I want it all

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(ooc: ugh, I SO don't have any muse)

[Jordan Bailey]

It wasn't that Jordan was surprised that another person was up on the roofs, because there always was someone there, whether in the shadows or over yonder in the moonlight. Jordan was surprised because he was...just...right there. Right there in front of her, right as she had stepped onto the roof, and he was standing there. She nearly cried out in fright, but held it in, thank goodness. She wasn't one much to think about what others would say of her, but she definitely didn't want to seem a scaredy-cat by screaming at the sight of him, now that would be horrible. If it was one thing she didn't want to appear to be, it was a scaredy-cat.

Jordan watched him as he took a few steps forward. Like nearly everybody here at Winterthorne Academy, he was taller than her. She couldn't help the fact that she was short, really, she couldn't. But she was. And everybody else was taller than her. Stupid genetics was to blame. And then, of course, there were the few that made fun of her for being short. They made fun of her in a good way, of course, but the fact was, they did. Like Kasen. He was like her older brother, but he was freakishly tall at six foot four, and always made fun of poor Jordan for being so short. But hey, as long as it wasn't in a mean way, it was fine. His hair was blond and messy, and his skin pale. She couldn't deny that he was pretty cute, and he didn't seem to even try.

"Nice to meet you too," she replied with a grin. She realized that he didn't give her his name, but if he didn't want to, that was okay. She wouldn't press for it. Just because she gave her name, didn't mean she needed his. Because she didn't. Sure, it'd be nice to know his name. And she already had someone blow up because she had given her name, and they thought she wanted his. Ah well. "Oh, no, it's fine," she said with a shrug. "There's always someone else up here, no matter how much you might want to be alone.."

As the guy turned back to look out over the shadowed mountains, Jordan looked up at the stars. German nights were enchanting and so beautiful. But the thing that Jordan liked most? That she could see the stars above. Sure, most could look up anywhere and see the stars, but as long as there wasn't too much light. But up here, atop the mountain, you could see the stars easily, even with light. The stars twinkled brightly down upon them, not at all like what she could see back at home in France.

If she said she was homesick for France, she'd mostly be lying. Well, being homesick, anyways. She hated her home. It wasn't the country, it wasn't the beauty of France that she was lying about, it was the fact that her mother and father were there, her parents. The ones that she hated. The ones that had driven her wings black, pretty much. But the country itself was beautiful. Great food, lovely weather, and the beaches of south France were amazing. She missed France itself, but not her life back there. She was set as an outcast in the town she lived in, and nobody would forget it. She wasn't welcome in the town, and she didn't like her parents that lived there, so being homesick was a lie. The only thing she missed was France.

Jordan jumped as he suddenly spoke, and she looked over at him. She shook her head. "Ah, no, it's okay. I space out all the time," she told him with a grin. It was true enough. Spacing out was pretty much her thing. She was like....the queen of spacing out, if there was such a thing. As the guy stuck out his hand, she placed her small hand in his larger one. "Nice to meet you Marc," she replied. Hand-shaking was one different thing she had encountered coming to Germany. She had heard of people shaking hands back in France, but hadn't really done it. But when she came to Germany her freshman year, pretty much everybody did it, and it was definitely different. But she had learned to get over it.

When he commented on her wings, she rolled her eyes. It wasn't that she didn't like her ebony wings; hey, they provided some good transportation. It was just that....they classified her as what she was. A fallen angel. And some looked down on her for that. Jordan herself didn't care that she was fallen, she didn't let it get her down. And, frankly, the term was idiotic. "Thanks..." she muttered, looking over at the mountains. Being a fallen angel was stupid. But hey, she didn't have to endure the angel/demon prejudices that went around, that was for sure. And at least she still had her powers, and her wings. "Yeah, they are. As well as the powers, of course. I probably wouldn't be here if I didn't have any powers. I'd just be sent to some gifted mental institution or something." Mental institution? Where in the world did she get that? She had no clue. Ah well, hopefully she got the point across, anyways. She was here for being a fallen angel and having powers. So she wasn't a complete failure.

[[nononooo...your post is fine. Mine is sucky. :3 ]]

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