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[Jordan Bailey]

closed to tommay <3

Clumsiness. It was something that happened everyday. Everybody had a point in their day when they had a clumsy moment. When they tripped over a doorway, or ran into the edge of a wall. Or perhaps they tripped over their own feet or some such things. There were even clumsy people. People that had such moments every day. More often than the average person did. Ran into things constantly. Tripped over everything that could be tripped over. Even tripped on air. They were the people that you always saw with bandages or casts. The ones with millions of cuts and bruises and a story for each one. There didn’t seem to be many of those sorts of people at the school. Well, even the clumsy ones wouldn’t have cuts and bruises or bandages or casts. There were healers at the school, and that prevented most of the showing off of injuries. But there still weren’t that many clumsy people at the school. But there were some. And Jordan just happened to be such a person.

Jay could hardly walk two feet without finding some way to hurt herself, whether it be running into something, or someone, or tripping over air. There were numerous ways the girl had managed to get hurt in some way, and a majority of those ways weren’t easy, let me tell you. And it wasn’t even fair that her own brother, who was younger than she, got to be coordinated. At least much more so than she was, in any case. No, Jay had to be the one stuck with the clumsiness. Hell, she couldn’t dance, couldn’t cook, couldn’t do housework because, her parents learned, she couldn’t do a single thing useful without somehow screwing it up, or hurting herself or others around her. Those useful skills that most other girls learned when they were kids or teens? She never learned those, because she wasn’t trusted. Heck, the last time she had even been near an oven, before coming to Winterthorne, had been when she was 5. She had been helping her mother cook. She ended up in the Emergency Room. This being before she knew about her powers, and neither of her parents having the ability to heal, oddly enough. She had burned herself on the stove, and had gotten bad burns from it. And after that, she was never allowed near the stove at all, even when it was off. They monitored it carefully. They didn’t want to go through such an ordeal again, although they learned soon enough that such situations would be normal for Jay.

So not everyone was clumsy. Not everyone had such a problem with coordination that they ran into walls. Not everyone was so careless that they burned themselves badly while attempting to help make a simple dinner. But some people were. Jay was. And so, it came to no surprise that, as she twirled on the stage of the auditorium, she tripped and fell. It was not, in her mind, her fault. It was the floor’s fault. It tripped her. She did nothing to cause the floor the need to trip her, and so, the floor was to blame for hurting her. With a groan, she pushed herself up. She was trying her best to not be so freeping clumsy, but it wasn’t easy. She wanted to be in a band, wanted to sing for one. Heck, even back up vocals and lead guitar would be fine with her. However, they moved around on stages. She couldn’t even move around on this wireless one; how the hell would she be able to do so on a stage with wires everywhere? It was something she needed to work on, she knew, and it pissed her off that she hadn’t really gotten anywhere with it. Oh well.

She didn’t like the stage being empty like it was. It sort of depressed her, really. Although she usually tripped over wires, she liked having them onstage, leading to a microphone and a guitar, preferably. As she pushed herself off the floor and stood up, she skipped over to the storage area backstage, where she had put her guitar before she had danced around. Grabbing the guitar plus the cords and a mic and its cords, she headed back to the stage and plugged everything in. Jay was one of those girls that liked to perform. And her friends said that she was good at it. Well, besides the whole tripping thing. Occasionally, the girl would take her guitar down to the auditorium and practice a bit. Grabbed a microphone and stand from the storage, and played some songs for an invisible audience. Of course, sometimes someone would wander in, curious as to what that sound they heard from the halls was. Usually, there’d be a compliment, and the person would leave as Jay continued to sing and play her guitar. Of course, mostly being a singer, she would only play her guitar a little bit. Not too often that she couldn’t move around to sing as she would like, but not so rarely that the strumming made no sense. Of course, there was the occasional song that she would only stand in the one general area and sing and play acoustically. And then there were the situations where she either didn’t know all the chords to a song, or none of them at all, and would be forced to not play the guitar. She never played any song she didn’t know on the stage. Just in case a person was to walk in, she didn’t want to seem amateurish, although she was one, and playing a song she was only just learning the chords to.

Jay gently set her guitar down as she ran back to the room where the sound board was placed. It was tedious work, making sure that the microphone was on. She ran back and spoke into the microphone, checking that it was on, and that the mic was on a low setting so that it only made a little noise to those outside. She never had it on a high volume, because she didn’t want to attract too much attention from those outside. And she wasn’t so rude to disturb one’s peace with her singing. Of course, she could just have the mic and not actually turn it on and sing it that way, but she much preferred to have it on, even if just the little bit it was on.

Finally getting everything set, Jay cleared her throat, and then quickly thought of a song to sing. There were so many out there, and so many she liked. She just didn’t know which song would be best. However, for some reason, she really felt like singing some Paramore. So Paramore she sung. ”Just talk yourself up, and tear yourself down.” She began to sing into the microphone with a grin. The song she chose? “For a Pessimist, I’m Pretty Optimistic.” One of her favorite songs, definitely. Slipping the microphone from it’s stand, she moved around on stage. Okay, call her crazy for singing to an invisible audience, but it helped her prepare, because she planned to do it for a living one day. It was what she wanted to do, so why not just do it? Even if she didn’t have an audience.

Jay continued to sing the song, walking and dancing around the stage, a grin upon her lips as she sang. So, she didn’t have a true audience, but just the euphoria of singing and the thought of doing for real, with a band and her own lyrics, excited her. ”The way you fight shy of almo--AUGH!” Her song cut short as the cord from the microphone finally tripped her. It took long enough. However, unbeknownst to her, the cord had been snaking its way around her, waiting to make its move to trip her, and it finally did. ”Owwww...” she moaned, grabbing her head. Okay, so it didn’t hurt as much as she made it out to be, but she said “ow” for almost everything, anyways. But it did hurt. As Jay rolled over onto her back, she became aware of someone laughing. A blush coated her cheeks. Someone had just witnessed one of her most embarrassing falls. Of course someone had to have been watching. It only made sense, didn’t it? ”Uhm.....hi?” She said lamely, and loudly, for the microphone still lay several feet away, where she had dropped it when she had fallen. Jay squirmed a bit, attempting to get the cords loose, but couldn’t. ’Shit...” she muttered before looking back towards the person that was still laughing. She couldn’t tell who it was at this point. ”Uhm.....could you..er...help me?” She inquired, her cheeks coated in pink from embarrassment for having to ask such a thing. It wasn’t bad enough that she had fallen in such a way. It wasn’t even bad enough that someone had witnessed it. No, she had to have fallen, someone witness it, and that someone having to help her get out of the mess she had made. Wonderful. Just wonderful.

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[tommy williams]

Winterthorne definitely had to be one of the most interesting places around. Sure, half his life had been spent in pretty much lockdown in his own home, but he had still seen enough to have examples to compare it to. But then again, how could you compare any human schools or places to a school full of angsty teenagers with magical powers. He had never really believed too much in magic himself. As a kid, of course, he had loved the fairy tales his mother told him before he went to bed. And as he grew up, as was the case for most growin children, those fairy tales and stories faded as reality set in more and it was obvious life wasn't that way. Depending on your situation, that kick-in of reality could happen quickly, slowly, always have been there, or never have happened. For Tommy, it had happened the most after he'd moved to London to live with his grandmother. Yeah, he'd been rather old, but as you grew up, entering your preteen years, you couldn't help but hold onto tiny tendrils of those happy ending stories. It hadn't taken long for the boy to realize again, however, that some of those stories might be true. Not long after going to his grandmother's, did he find out about his first power. Then he was taught tons and tons, his head filled, with the old woman's knowledge of the magical world.

Finally, she had sent him here, to try and see if he could get along with the children like him. Getting along with the regular children had never gone well, he'd always stuck out. Here though, he had a bit more hope. Back 'home' he'd stuck out because everyone was from that area, whereas he'd moved all the way from another continent; all the way from Africa. But here at Winterthorne, students came from Germany (where the school was located), France, England, America, and all other places. He had a better chance of fitting in, he was hoping.

Slung on his back, in its case, was his precious guitar. He loved that thing, and always made sure it was taken perfect care of; always in tune, always shining, everything it needed he would do. Of course, Tom wouldn't say he was the best guitar player. Far from it. But he loved to play, knew his fair share of songs, and plenty had said he really had some potential if he ever chose to persue a career down that road. Though he wasn't really sure what he wanted to do after getting out of high school yet. He still had another year to worry about that anyway, he was only a Junior still. Tommy walked down the hall, which was relatively empty. A few students walked by once in a while as he passed by. Maybe a group of two or three chatted in the corner. But overall, it was empty. That was fine, he was headed towards the auditorium anyway. He wasn't used to a lot of people after his grandmother forced him into homeschooling and staying inside pretty much all the time. The dorm room bothered him; the living with people he didn't know at all yet was weird. The auditorium seemed like a place where he could go to work on learning a new song or practice one he already knew in peace.

He opened one of the big brown doors and walked in. A sound had hit the boy's ears just outside. Someone's voice singing a song. Whoever it was was really a great singer. Normally, he would've probably just turned around and found another place to go, but his curiosity had risen too much, wondering who it was. Quietly, Tommy walked down on of the aisles off to the side, so as not to bother or make the girl on stage dancing around scared of his watching. After all, how could he know iff the girl was shy and would want an actual audience or not. When he reached the second row, he slid in a seat or two, taking off his guitar and placing it gently to the side, watching the girl. He could recognize her now as Jay, the first person he had met here when he'd came. Tommy smiled a bit and observed the way she walked aroudn and sung on the stage, looking as though she was really singing in a crowded concert hall for some big concert. It was actually pretty cute. He also watched the microphone cord as it snaked around he leg like a boa waiting to strangle its prey. That probably wasn't going to end well. But he figured (taking in mind he didn't really know the short girl all that well yet) that she would notice before she took a spill.

However, he was proved wrong after only a few minutes, when her singing cut off subtly and she fell to the floor. He blinked his deep blue eyes before letting out a laugh and standing up.

'Uhm.....hi?'

Tommy stopped when he was in front of the stage where Jay was tangled in the wire on the floor. "Hey there," he returned the greeting. "You alright?" With hardly an effort, Tom lifted himself onto the stage and then went over to her, squatting down. "It'd be my pleasure, ma'am," he said with a wide smile. Standing up straight for a moment, he walked down towards her legs and then sat down fully, crossing his legs under him. He looked at the tangle of cords around her. Jeez, that really was a pretty bad mess. Following where one piece tangled with another, he slowly worked out some of the tangles. "You sure got yourself into a mess, didn't you?" he joked, flashing her a smirk. "Oh well. I think we'll be able to save you, miss."

[ YAY LONG =D
1005 worrrds~
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[Jordan Bailey]

It had to be odd for those of human backgrounds to come to Winterthorne. They usually knew little of the magical world around them. They were usually oblivious to the fact that those odd occurrences that often happened around them were of their own doing. That floating bookcase that one time? Yeah, it was them that did it. But, because they had no earthly idea that they had powers in the first place, they just freaked out about it. Oh, sure, the first couple of times they do it, usually when they’re small children, they think it is something from a fairytale, but it never is. Of course, with time, the fairytale idea goes away, and then they are just freaked out. Especially since it always, always happens around them. There is one factor that stays the same during each of the occurrences, and that is the fact that they are present. The human. Always there. They soon learned that it had to be about them. That they were freakish, they caused these things to happen. And then, in time, it would be revealed to them what the powers are, whether it be by acceptance to Winterthorne or some relation that also had magic, it didn’t matter. They would figure they had magic, and, eventually, go to Winterthorne to learn of magic and such things.

Jay, however, did not live with such things. She herself was a true magical being, though she held no prejudice against those not of magical background. She was born an angel. She grew up knowing about such things. She knew that there were magical humans, but also knew there were demons. Vampires, Werewolves, Fairies, and Nymphs. They were all real, and she grew up with knowledge of it. It was no surprise to her when she first gained her powers. Well, she was surprised to find her powers, but she wasn’t freaked out about it. She knew she was to gain them. It did not come to her as a great surprise. Neither did it come as a surprise that she was to go to Winterthorne. Her elder sister had been invited to come to the Academy, and Jay, a magical being with powers just as her sister was, knew she would as well.

However, it saddened her that there seemed to be a lot less people around recently. She hadn’t seen some of her friends in a while, and it saddened her a great deal. The hallways had emptied greatly, and only a few seemed brave enough to venture out. Of course, one cause of the smaller amounts of people was the murders. People had died. But Jay hated to dwell on that fact. Okay, sure, she hated that people had been murdered. But it hurt her more than others, due to the fact that one of her best friends was murdered. That was the main reason she did not like to dwell too much on the thought of the murders. A quiet sigh escaped her lips as she thought of the dwindling amount of people around the school. She hadn’t seen Fletchy or Andy in ages. Not to mention other people that she knew and loved that she hadn’t seen in a while. It saddened her a great deal that she hadn’t seen them. She loved them so, but she hadn’t seen them in a long while.

She removed such sad thoughts from her mind, however, as she sang. Music was a passion of hers. Music was what had helped her through her hard times. Well, alongside that little drink called alcohol. But music had definitely helped her when she was at home, and no access to any type of alcoholic drink or any other such thing. Music had stopped many a bad decision, and she wanted others that may have been in her position to be uplifted by music. She wanted to help those that might be seconds away from a bad decision. She wanted for her voice to stop that decision, to help them. Okay, so it sounded cliché to say that music saved one’s life, but it did. She had pretty much experienced this firsthand. Music was something she pretty much lived off of. She always had some song or another stuck in her head. Jay could most often be seen humming a song, or else dancing around to one of the songs in her head, because she most definitely had more than one song in her head at a time. Dancing on stage seemed like a silly thing to do, even if she loved music. Most people would think her quite weird for doing such a thing. But Jay never really cared what others thought. If they thought she was weird, okay. That was their opinion. She liked doing it, and that was all that mattered, really.

A gasp of surprise was the only sound that followed the last lyrics to the song before she hit the floor. After that, a moan of pain was the sound that escaped her lips, unbidden. For one that got hurt so often, she never liked expressing her pain much. Especially something like a moan of pain. Not to mention the fact that she had an audience. And they probably heard that expression of pain. That was something that was worse than even making the sound in the first place. Someone heard it. ”Shit..” she mumbled to herself. As the person responded to her greeting, her eyes widened. She recognized that voice! It was Tommy, one of the newer kids in school. And, she had to admit, he was rather cute. But that aside. The new kid, one that didn’t even know her, just saw her fall. How embarrassing! Her blush grew redder with this realization. She looked over at him as he stood in front of her, her expression one of great embarrassment. ”Er....yeah...I’m.....okay....” she muttered as she watched him pull himself onto the stage beside her. She kind of envied that ability. I mean, he could easily pull himself onto the stage. She could do no such thing. For her and her short stature, it was fly up onto the stage or use the stairs.

She watched as he sat himself down towards her legs, where the mess of cords were congregated. At his comment that was accompanied by a smirk, she huffed, her face bright red. With his added words, she struggled to sit up. ”I can get it myself!” She protested, rejecting his help. Jay was easy to get worked up, and his words surely did that. She turned her back to him and stared at the knot of cords around her legs. She grabbed a cord from the floor and followed it around her leg and played around with it for a bit, before dropped it. She cast a look over her shoulder at Tommy before looking back at her legs. She attempted to untangle herself once again with another cord, but succeeded in gaining no process. She wouldn’t be surprised if she had actually made it worse. Dropping her gaze to the floor, she turned back around to face Tommy. She looked up at him with a look similar to that of puppy eyes. ”......Could you help me...?” She inquired of him, a small pout on her lips. She didn’t really like having to resolve to him helping her. But it was the only way. Damn.

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