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[Jordan Bailey]

It had been a while. Quite some time since Jordan had been at the ice skating rink. Maybe that was because it was the last place that she had seen Evie before the girl died. Perhaps that was the reason. Or maybe it was because there was too much drama around the school, including her brother finally arriving at the school. No, it wasn't him arriving that caused the drama, but he certainly helped. And kept her away from the places she wanted to be. Because he had turned into someone she didn't want him to be. He had started drinking. She knew it was her fault that he had done so. Because she had come home drunk all the time, and he had to see such a horrid thing happen. She hadn't thought of him when she went out and got drunk those five years ago. It seemed like ages since that time, when it had only been half a decade. But the thoughts of those times continued to torture her. Of those times when she came home, drunk, to find her parents fighting more. And then turning their fight onto her. Of course, they probably wouldn't have started fighting if it weren't for her and her experiments. And they had happened upon one of them. Which started the fights, which started the drinking, which started the long cycle that ended with brother and sister both being fallen at Winterthorne with parents that were still pure.

A sigh escaped Jordan's lips as she trudged down the road that led to the ice rink. She remembered the last time she had been there. And it was a similar thing today. The only difference? Her hair, her clothes, and her bag were different. Plus, there was a little ray of sunshine filtering through the clouds. She remembered that other day like it was yesterday. The only brightness of that day was the blinding white snow. The clouds were thick, and no sun was to be seen. She had been wearing jeans ripped at the knees, with leggings underneath, and her heart dotted shirt. As for her bag? It had been purple, black and, green. Those little things were the only difference. She was still heading down to the rink, still carrying her ice skates in her bag, albeit the bag was different itself. But there was one more difference. She hadn't even arrived at the ice rink, but she knew one other thing that was different than that day. Evie wouldn't be there to greet her. She wouldn't be belting out her favorite song. She wouldn't have that fruit cake she had on that day. And she wouldn't be there to pounce Jordan.

All of it was proven fact. Evie was gone, and no one could bring her back. It was sad, but true, and another sigh escaped Jay's lips as she traipsed down the path. She ignored the frightened looks the villagers gave her as she entered the town once more. They always did that. Even more so, now that news of the murders had spread like wildfire. They were becoming more and more scared of the students there, of anything that had to do with Winterthorne Academy and Castle Ayelet. They were even more scared that they would be killed by association. Killed just because they talked to them. It was a stupid concept, but it was plausible. Definitely plausible.

So, as per the norm, Jay continued down the road, paying no attention to the scared villagers. They didn't care about her, fine. She didn't care what they thought of her. Sure, she was different, but she didn't care if they thought her a freak. They could think what they wanted, but it would most likely be untrue. She wasn't a freak. Sure, she was in their eyes, but to others, to her friends, she wasn't. She was short, so what? Yeah, she was one of the shortest in the school, probably the shortest, but that didn't matter. She was who she was, and that was what counted. It annoyed her to no end the horrible things people thought others were. Their rude comments towards others, towards strangers, even. She didn't care what they thought of her, but if she heard a negative comment on one of her friends....they'd get it. She would make sure of that. She cared about her friends, about her family more than anything else. More than herself even. Maybe that's why she got hurt a lot.

Finally, Jay arrived at the skating rink. It was one of her favorite places to go. Oh, sure, she could probably skate up on the lake at the Academy, but there was always the chance that some of the ice was thin, too thin, and she could fall through, which would not be a good thing. With the ice here, there wasn't any water underneath, it was all frozen. So there wouldn't be any true worries if the ice was too thin. She wouldn't drown, or freeze in the water. She'd probably just fall and get hurt. And that wouldn't be any different than what normally happened with Jay.

Jay glanced towards the rink, and saw that, as expected, no one was there. No one ever really used the skating rink in this village. Really, the only people that used it were tourists and some of the Winterthorne kids. And those Winterthorne kids were Jay and her friends, normally. Not many others came. And the villagers didn't use it because if they wanted to skate, they'd use the ponds in their backyards to skate. Especially since the Winterthorne students did use the rink. Nobody wanted to go to the same place that they might. They didn't want to get "infected" with whatever the students seemingly had.

With a sigh, Jay took off her bag and pulled out her ice skates. Once white, the canvas of the skate was now decorated with many colors, along with lyrics to her favorite songs, as well as her name. One new addition since the last time had been added to the skate, and that was lyrics to Evie's favorite song. Just another way the small girl could remember her best friend.

Walking with a great wobble, Jay made her way over to the ice. It was a wonder that the clumsy girl could walk at all, but she had somehow managed to be able to skate pretty well, considering the fact that she was one of the most clumsiest people on the planet that they lived on. She couldn't walk somewhere without tripping somehow, and don't even get her started on stairs. She could not ascend or descend stairs without tripping over them, either. Yes, Jay could trip up stairs, it really was possible. Then again, nearly everything was possible with Jay.

Finally reaching the ice with her wobbly walk, Jay glided onto it. She continued to wobble, because, although pretty good at ice skating, she was still clumsy. Before leaving, she would probably fall several times. It was normal. She was clumsy, that was that. There was no escaping that fact. And, as she turned so that she wouldn't run into the wall, Jay fell onto the ice. To add to that, she fell sideways. Not forwards, not backwards, but towards the side she was leaning, which was away from the wall. Only Jay could manage such a thing. "Owww..." she complained as she sat up. And with a sigh, she realized she would be hard pressed getting back up. That was always a challenge for her. "Dammit.." she muttered, but a laugh still bubbled from her lips. It was a funny situation. She had, once again, managed to fall in a way that most wouldn't think possible, and she couldn't get back up. What a surprise. Not.

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[Daryl Bailey]

Daryl dragged his feet through the snow as he walked. He looked ahead of him, amused, as he followed his footprints from the first two circles around the fountain. He was beginning to make quite the little trench around the huge cement decoration. The water in the fountain wasn’t running…it was far too cold for that yet. The early winter chill had surprised him a bit. It was only the beginning of November, after all. And yet the temperature had dropped quite a bit below freezing, coating the ground in several inches of snow and freezing what water was puddle at the bottom of the fountain.

As the brunette made his rounds around the display, his fingers traced across its chilly edge. The tips of his fingers were beginning to turn pink with the cold, but Daryl didn’t care much. He found it rather comforting, actually, to have proof that he was still as fragile as the next person. The angel’s footsteps slowed to a stop, and he sighed. The sigh wasn’t sad, per se, though it wasn’t happy either. It was simple contentment, if once could call contentment simple. His cold fingers pulled out the earbuds that had been in his ears and turned off his red iPod. He needed to find something else to do. As entertaining as walking around a fountain was, even it got old.

Daryl broke away from the round path he had worn, creating a slightly-twisted indentation in the snow as he headed for the school gates. He was going to go into town. Screw the crazy village people with their silly superstitions and beliefs that the students at Winterthorne were “untouchables”, “pariahs”, whatever it was they called them. The recent murders and disappearances weren’t his fault, and if they didn’t realize that, he didn’t give a crap. He was going to have some fun whether they approved or not.

The boy walked quietly, albeit angrily, toward the small town nearby. He would have flown under normal circumstances, but today was different. Maybe it was the crisp air, or the snow crunching beneath him. Maybe he was still tired from his nightmares. Whatever the reason, Daryl just couldn’t muster the willpower to spread his wings. And he liked it that way. Walking made him feel normal, and that was a rare feeling to find in a place like Winterthorne. Now, that’s not to say he didn’t like flying. He had never found something more releasing than his wings. But sometimes, walking felt just as chain-breakingly free.

Once Daryl had passed the school gates, he slipped his headphones back on. He turned the Shuffle on, only slightly caught up in the suspense of what song would play first. Whiskey Lullaby began to coo in his ear. The angel quickly pressed the skip button. Haunted by Evanescence was next. Once again Daryl skipped the song. His nightmares of the haunted hotel from the night before were still to fresh in his mind for him to hear that song without shaking. Sugar, We’re Going Down Swinging by Fall Out Boy came after that. This song was much easier to settle on, and so, matching his footsteps with the beat, Daryl marched toward the village.

The fallen angel stared eagerly at the horizon as he moved, becoming lost in the purple clouds above the mountain peaks. Snow had been falling almost non stop for days, and it certainly wasn’t going to give up any time soon. The boy’s mind drifted, his ears no longer hearing the countless number of songs that cycled through the iPod. The more he walked, the less he realized he was moving anymore. His thoughts bounced back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. He thought of everything. Jay, his parents, his friends, his enemies, squirrels, purple dinosaur blood, play dough…everything but where he was going. He didn’t notice the ice forming around his eyelashes, the pack of dirty snow beginning to melt and refreeze against his socks, the car flying right at him, illuminating his body with its headlights…

Daryl jumped out of the middle of the street, staring in absentminded terror as the car flew by him with a honk of its horn. Where the hell was he? Turning his head for a moment, he saw that he was still at the front edge of town, if you could call it the front edge. Daryl wasn’t even sure villages had flipping “fronts”. He only called it the “front” because it was the part that was closest to the castle. The sound of a child whispering caught his attention. The angel held still a moment longer, tuning his ears to the boy’s voice as the kid tugged on his mother’s sleeve.

“Momma,” The child whispered, almost accusingly. “Momma, isn’t that one of those ‘Ayelet’ people?”

“Yes, Jason. Now hush, and mind your wandering eyes. You are not to look at him.”

The boy Jason and his mother walked away, briskly turning the nearest corner they could find. But even after they were gone, Daryl could still feel their glares on the back of his neck. He sighed lightly, this one no longer content. This sigh was one of shame, and slight pity. Though they were wrong to speak of him like that, he knew they were wrong, they still had good reason. If they just looked beneath the surface, rather than at the suspicious murders and whatnot, they would find only more things to scold and fear. They were angry at the “Ayelet People”, but for all the wrong reasons.

Feeling the stares of more small clusters of citizens, Daryl hastily took shelter in a nearby pawn shop. He surfed the aisles half-heartedly, cringing against the dirty looks the cashier sent his way. Never one to enter a store without making a purchase, the teenager grabbed the nearest item and headed for the counter. He paid what he owed and scurried out the door, looking down at his newest possession. A pair of gently used ice skates, the silver steel a sharp contrast to the black leather of the shoe, rested in his arms. Never one to question instant decisions, Daryl made his way toward the ice rink.

As he walked down the side of the road, clutching his costly skates tightly, a scolding voice wove around him. Daryl looked up quickly, his bangs (currently dyed blue) falling into his line of sight. With one hand he brushed them out of the way, and with the other, he held on tighter to his skates. The teen held still, wondering what he had heard. The voice once again echoed in his direction, its tone not at all unfamiliar.

“Get back to Ayelet, bastard.” The bodiless voice yelled. “We don’t want your curse here.”

Spinning slightly, Daryl looked for the owner of the voice. Behind him, about 20 metres away, stood a brawny young man with his arms crossed over his chest. Daryl glared at him, and the man glared back. The standoff continued for nearly 15 seconds before the man once again spoke.

“You here me, boy? Get back to your castle before your murders follow you here.”

Daryl just scoffed, not trusting himself to argue with the man. Too pissed off to do much else, the boy stormed down the street, resisting the urge to chuck the razor-sharp blades at the man’s head. Lucky for him, the ice rink was just a block away from the jerk. Daryl threw open the door, cast one final glare at the man, and stormed toward the rink.

Damn son of a bitch. Daryl muttered to himself as he slipped his shoes off and put his skates on. He didn’t realize he wasn't alone until a soft, familiar voice cursed in the still air. The teen’s head shot up, leaning severely to his left, struggling to see past the stupid wall of the rink. Seeing Jay’s body splayed out on the ice made him roar with laughter.

Jay, do I need to get you a plastic bubble? Daryl threatened jokingly as he moved carefully onto the ice. The boy continued to laugh as he skated toward his sister, both hands held out to assist her. Here comes your taller brother to save you once again, eh? The angel bent down unceremoniously next to Jay, smirking mischievously. I hate to break it to you, shorter sis, but I doubt skating is your sport.

And, still laughing, Daryl grabbed his sister’s hand to help pull her up.

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[Jordan Bailey]

When you thought about it, perhaps it would've been easier to fly to the village, instead of walking down the road to it. Well, outside the village anyways. Not to mention far enough away that the villagers wouldn't be able to see the petite girl attempting to make a steady, sage landing without falling or hurting herself in the process. Because Jay knew that they were not to reveal to the villagers what they truly were. Their true race. Not the the ignorant humans would believe it anyways. They wanted the truth about those from Castle Ayalet, but they wouldn't accept it once known. Jordan knew this from simply observing the humans....and a bit of experience on the subject. As a child, Jordan did have human friends. And once told that she was an angel, the adorable child that was Jay wanted to tell all her friends. Hey, she was young and just learned the awesome news that she was an angel. What could possibly be better in the eyes of a five year old? So, of course, the little human children thought the fact that their friend was amazing and awesome too, so it was only expected that they would tell their parents. And human adults? Not so accepting. They thought it was a lie, a fairytale, if you please. So of course, concerned for the welfare of their children, and what might happen if they continued to hear, and believe such lies, contacted the root of the "lie", which happened to be Jordan's mother and father. And then, it made sense that her mother and father did not appreciate their middle child, and second daughter, telling her human friends about her true race. And so, Jordan faced some punishment, as well as being scoffed by her peers, and then eventually lost them all. And this was how Jay knew that humans, even if they were told the truth about those "Winterthorne kids", they wouldn't believe it. She doubted they would even believe it if they showed their powers and abilities in front of them. Humans were just that stubborn. So you can see why she would have to land a good distance from the village if she had flown.

However, walking held more comfort for the girl. It allowed one to think. It held a sort of peace about it, especially when you were alone. There was no other conversations going on to distract one from their own thoughts, the silence that held peace around a person. Talking a walk by oneself could open a portal of sorts. It helped one think of things they might not have thought of before. Perhaps a wise thought could come to mind, one so profound it could never be forgotten, maybe. However, walking alone could also provide simple loneliness, especially for those that enjoy having many people around to talk to. Or maybe, even, it would give you thoughts you just didn't want. Lucky for Jay, however, she did not have thoughts she didn't want, nor did she feel lonely.

Her thoughts were mainly focused on Daryl, her brother, and her multitude of friends. Really, she hadn't seen several of them in quite awhile. Well, she had seen her brother, of course. She seemed to run into him everywhere..well...sort of. But Sammii? She hadn't seen her absolute bestest friend in ages. And it kind of made her sad. Her Smammiiikins had been MIA for a while, and she was genuinely worried about him. It wasn't like him to not show his face around the school. It worried her deeply. Not to mention her various other friends that had changed or just disappeared. Like Dani. Well, she had seen the girl just the other day, but only for a second. And didn't know where she had poofed to. A sigh escaped her lips as she thought about all her friends and just...well...everybody.

Such thoughts promptly disappeared as her skates wobbled on the slick ice, replaced by ones of how she was going to stay upright. You'd think, with what little ability to walk without falling, she'd be absolutely horrible at skating without falling. Well...she was bad at it..but probably a lot better than one would think. And then, of course, the only thoughts she had were, as she fell, was that it was going to hurt and probably a bit of self-pity for being able to manage such a thing. And, as she lay on the freezing cold ice, her only thoughts were those of pain, and being hurt, because ice was most definitely hard, hence it being a solid.

And then, to make matters worse, someone laughed. Jay jolted slightly as laughter rang out, loud and filled with mirth. Looking, she spotted the one and only Daryl Bailey; her little brother. Younger, but taller. And one that always picked on Jay. Watching with a pout as he drew closer, a slight smile tugged on the corners of her lips, although she tried to hide it. "Noooo~ I'm perfectly fine, thanks." She informed him, attempting a small, cute scowl. She rolled her eyes at his next remark. "Whatever...." she muttered, a slight grin being hinted at in her scowl. "...and that matters to me....? I wanna skate, I can skate. Nothing's gonna change that!" She informed him with a slightly dramatic voice and gestures before cracking up. As Daryl grabbed her hands and pulled the petite girl up, which took no trouble at all, she was still laughing at her remarks.

Attempting to calm down, she looked up at her younger brother. "So...what brings you here on this fine day?" She managed to say before snickering again. Fine day her ass. Snow, snow, and more snow. You'd think she had enough of it back home, where she saw snow everyday, up on the mountain that she had lived at the base of. But noo..she had to come here..where she actually lived on a mountain and got hit with snow everyday. But that was besides the point.

[ woo for suckage xD ]

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[Daryl Bailey]

Daryl laughed even harder as his sister tried to keep her face unhappy. Whether her smile told the story of her emotions or not, her voice certainly did. The mirth behind her façade was impossible to miss, no matter how faint it was. And, of course, she couldn’t keep it up. Jay laughed along with him as Daryl pulled gently on his sister’s arm. He worried a bit, though. How could he be related to someone that clumsy and not be extremely awkward himself? Poor little Jay must have skipped out on the Hand-Eye Coordination gene. It was like that joke he had heard once. “When they were handing out brains, I thought they said ‘trains’, so I asked for a slow one.”

Once the girl was safely on her feet (as safe as she could be, anyway), Daryl let go of her. He scooted a few steps back, giving the short creature room to look up at him. He shivered a bit as his skates grated on the ice. One thing he couldn’t stand was that sound. When he was actually skating, it wasn’t too bad. But when it was slow and deliberate like that, it gave him the willies.

Daryl realized Jay was asking him a question, and brunette was able to lower his volume long enough to hear most of it. As soon as his mind sorted out the words, he stopped laughing completely.

A shitty town that hates us all, that’s what. He thought to himself. He looked down at his sister and smiled. Oh, the village idiots herded me into this place with their eyes like a sheep to the slaughter. Practically made me buy a pair of skates, just for this occasion. He laughed once again. I swear, if they stared any harder at us “Ayelet kids”, He made sure to put sarcastic emphasis on the nickname. We’d all have holes bored into our necks so deep you could watch TV through them. He snickered softly at the thought, shaking his head. I swear, could they get any more ridiculous? I mean, it’s not like we’re contagious or something.

Daryl did his best not to bring up the murders, but of course, with that kind of question and that kind of answer, it was almost impossible. He didn’t want to risk digging up painful memories for Jay. With all the people missing and found dead, odds were, one of them was a friend of his sister. And the murders were certainly no topic for a light chat between siblings anyway.

The fallen angel bent down to tighten one of his laces before smiling and skating in a small circle around his sister. He was starting to lose his balance, and if he didn’t move soon, he’d probably fall over. Not to mention poor Jay, who couldn’t keep her balance on solid ground, let alone slippery ice. Getting his bearings, Daryl skated somewhat gracefully along the edge of the rink, leaving enough space for Jay to bet between him and the wall. Just in case she needed to grab onto it. He waited patiently for her to catch up to him before he asked his own questions.

And what about you, shorter sis? By the looks of your skates, I doubt you were shepherded in here as well. Daryl glanced down at her feet, smirking at the artwork. Colorful words were jumbled together on the footwear, stringing in sentences that meant little to him, but probably held great significance to his sibling. She always did cherish the strangest things. Like that turtle of hers. Frankie. Daryl was all for pets, and loving them like your own kids. Animals were almost a necessity to a human’s – or angel’s – existence. What he didn’t understand was…why a turtle? They weren’t soft, playful…hell, they were hardly a responsibility. And one certainly couldn’t cuddle with them when one was asleep. If one would want to sleep with them to begin with. Sure, they probably had size on their side. Bite-sized. Nah, that was mean. But they were at least small enough for a girl to keep with her in her purse at all times, granted she keep it open and clean. Like Chihuahuas. They were fun to carry around, too.

As he skidded along the surface of the ice, Daryl searched for a topic to discuss with his sister besides the village idiots or the murders. So…KJ has started her Christmas shopping already. Daryl fingered his angel bracelet daintily, praying that would be a decent thing to talk about.I’m probably going to start soon, too. Any idea what you want? He smiled mischievously. He already had a good idea of what he wanted to get Jay for Christmas.

Hey, Jay! He would shout, holding up the wrapped box. Now Frankie can be a dad! And inside that box…a pretty little female turtle, complete with a little bow around her neck so Jay could tell them apart. Not that she wouldn’t be able to without it. Knowing her, she’d probably memorize the patterns on their shells to the point of being able to draw them with her eyes closed. But still.

He hoped she would like it. He thought she would. If she liked Frankie, who was from the bastard Mort, why wouldn’t she like a turtle from her own brother? But who knew? Women were a strange species. They didn’t seem to even know their own mind, let alone make it understandable enough for everyone else to figure out.

Daryl stumbled a bit on the ice, waving his arms until he regained his balance. Damn~. He said, mystified. No wonder you have a hard time skating. This place is pretty flipping slippery. Falling in synch with the sound of Jay’s skates once more, Daryl listened to her talk. Maybe she would have a better subject to chat about than shopping.

(gah! Sorry it’s so short…but at least it’s a post. A crappy, pathetic, suckish one, but a post nonetheless! )

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[Jordan Bailey]

One might wonder how Daryl was able to walk, and do other similar things, without falling, quite unlike Jay. Daryl was much more coordinated than his older sibling, and most that knew the two were siblings, or had guessed as such, might wonder how in the world it was possible. Jay could not go two feet, pretty much, without finding some way to fall or trip or anything similar. Daryl, however, could easily do such, and only fell when someone tripped him, or there really was something to fall over. Otherwise, the younger boy was absolutely perfect on his feet. He hardly ever fell up the stairs, or down them, and he definitely didn't trip over air. Quite unlike the petit girl that was his sister. It was a wonder that they were siblings at all. You wouldn't think it, how they differed in such areas. Most would overlook such features like how clumsy one was. But when such a trait was a big part of ones lifestyle, it was hard to look ove.r

Jay, being the generally happy girl, couldn't help but let her happiness, and her easily distinguished mirth shine through her façade of annoyance towards her younger brother. It was quite a hard thing to even put such a façade up when it was so obvious she was happy to see her brother. Before he had finally arrived at Winterthorne, she had constantly worried about him. Worried how he was being treated by their parents, worried that he may have fallen, which, it turned out, he did. But still. She knew now. And, while she was saddened that, he too, had fallen, she was as accepting of it as she could. She tried not to lecture him on it too much, fearful that she would loose him again. He had already threatened to do so several times before, and it scared her. Daryl constantly said that he could take care of himself, but Jay didn't believe it at all. He was only fifteen years of age. She knew she wouldn't be able to take of herself on her own, she highly doubted that he'd be able to. Sure, he was a bit better around the house than his smaller sister, but still. He wasn't that old, Jay didn't think he'd be able to face the real world. Even she, one year away from being a senior, and nearly out of school, didn't think she would be able to. THen again, she was smaller, clumsier, not trusted around the house, etc. But that wasn't much the point, now was it?

A giggle erupted from her lips as she saw a shiver wrack through her younger brother's body as his skates let out a shrill shreak when he skated backwards slightly after he let her go. She hated the sound as well, but it was still funny, to her, to see her baby brother cringe at something so small as one annoying little sound. It showed that he was not at tough as he sometimes made himself out to be. It showed that he, too, had a weakness. Sure, everyone had weaknesses, but not everyone showed them so easily. Not that this was really a weakness...but it still showed that he had his..guard, for lack of a better explanation, dropped.

Now that she was back on her two feet, with no one holding onto her, Jay wobbled a bit, but managed to keep herself upright, luckily. She giggled at her brother's story on why he was here. She had to admit, the story was so foolish that is was actually somewhat amusing, hence her giggling. "Mhmmm...did they now? They really made you buy skates?" She inquired, mirth evident in her voice and in her eyes. At his remark about how the villagers stared she sighed. "Yeah....it sucks...big time. But it's not my fault..not your fault. It ain't much of anybody's fault that they think of us as such. Just ignore it the best you can. That's what I do."She offered. Well, she didn't much actually ignore them so much act like she did. She definitely didn't give them any special treatment compared to others that thought she was some sort of freak.

Jay knew why they stared as such. Well, more recently anyways. The murders. How many had died so far? Eighteen? Counting those that had gone missing, of course. Several of them had been her friends. Evie. First and foremost. The girl that could nearly pass of as Jay's twin, because they were so similar. You hardly ever saw one without the other. They were like Peanut Butter and Jelly; they were always together. Well...unless someone preferred their sandwich to be Peanut Butter only...but that wasn't the point. Evie and Jay's relationship was like that. They were always found together, plotting up new tricks and stuff like that. It was very hard on Jay when she found out about the girl's death. Not to mention that Jay had been one of the first to see the girl as she lay in front of the entrance to the castle, Jay having gone out to go to the lake and find her pancake-like on the ground in front of her. The sight had given the poor girl nightmares for weeks. And then Monster. Monster was someone that she had a sort of love/hate relationship with. Their friendship had had a rocky start, but they made fast friends. But still, occasionally, they were a bit iffy. But now the girl was gone. Nowhere to be seen. And that scared Jay. She wanted the girl to come back. As soon as possible, preferrably. And, finally, Cupcake. Okay, the girl had a weird name, she knew. But she was sweet, definitely. She wasn't the closest of friends with the vampire, but she was still a friend. And now she was dead. All of these people had hard hits on Jay. She noticed that Daryl didn't mention the murders, and, for that, she was grateful. If he said something....she would probably have a break down and start crying like crazy. Something that wouldn't be best, she thought.

As Daryl kicked off and began to actually skate, Jay slowly followed him. She kept nice and close to the wall, in case she had to grab it quickly, which would, most likely, happen. She was not coordinated in the least. And uncoordinated people, like her, needed the wall more than coordinated people, like Daryl, needed it. Plain and simple. And so, she attempted to keep pace with her brother all the while staying on the outside, near the wall, ready to grab it, should such an occasion occur.

Jay shrugged. "Meh...I just...felt like coming down here.." She didn't think she had ever mentioned Evie to him. She didn't plan on it either. At the mere mention, she would probably start bawling her eyes out. Daryl had come after the second wave of murders occured, and so he wouldn't know about it as much. He didn't know any of the students that had mysteriously disappeared or were murdered. The second wave. The one that had the most impact on the girl. As she thought about it, her eyes drifted over to the colorful canvas plaque that was placed on the wall. Above it, on the sill, was a vase of flowers. They had been there for a long time. It was one of the several places that such a thing was placed. Wynter Skies was another. As well as several places that Evie had frequented during the time that Jay knew her. All of them were in memory of the girl. And all of them Jay made, along with symbols, things that only Evie could understand. Mentions of inside jokes or just simple memories. And each had signatures and notes from others that had often hung out with the peppy little girl in the same area. Or around it, anyways. Only Jay and her close friends were mentioned on the one on the wall. She gently shook her head and looked back to her brother. "I just decided I wanted to skate again...." She murmured.

She stared amazingly up at Daryl. "She has?? It's only...what...November? Early November? Damn...that's early..." Jay muttered in amazement, a chuckle escaping from between her lips as a smile crept upon them. To her, November was early to start Christmas shopping. Chewing her lip, she thought. She didn't know what she wanted for Christmas. What kind of question was that? It was really hard to think of a good idea of what she wanted. Especially now, all of a sudden. As she skated along, slowly but surely, she thought of things that she wanted. "New hair dye, some more extensions, a new camera, a puppy, a kitty, anything cute, some skelanimals stuff, some ugly dolls stuff, star wars things would be nice...." She trailed off. She doubted she would ever see him touch anything that could possibly relate to Star Wars in any way. It was funny that she loved the movies, and he hated them. One of those sibling things, she was sure. "Anything that you could possibly get from a Hot Topic, most likely. Band tees, especially. And hoodies. A purple one would be awesome. Especially if it has Cobra Starship on it...er...anything from the bands I like...barring their CDs, because I already have them..well...except "All We Know Is Falling" from Paramore, need that, and "Whisper War" from The Cab. Uhm...and all of All Time Low's CDs. I only have some songs from them...." She trailed off with a laugh as she looked over at Daryl to see him wobble on the ice. "See? It's not that easy, now is it?" She asked with a laugh. "Anyways, enough about that...what do you want for Christmas?" She inquired. She sucked at picking things out without someone knowing what they wanted.

[ woo, sorry for the suckage xD ]

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