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Post by Miss ALIBI! on Jun 17, 2009 22:30:25 GMT -5
It was too late for the mosquitos to be out, so that worry was merely a dismissed and fleeting thought for the teen girl as she slunk, a shadow at the edge of the pool with flashing crimson eyes. The cloud, the only one in the sky, slipped away from the full moon to reveal the lithe figure. It was a girl in a loose red satin cocktail dress, with bright red hair to match that flowed just a little past her hips. A pair of red Stilettos was dangling from her hand -- she'd been out to a elegant dinner in an expensive resturaunt with her grandparents on business, and she'd been too restless to go to bed afterwards, unlike her little sister, who was all too ready to flop down on the bed and sleep like a rock, and decided to go for a swim instead. Underneath the dress was the black, two-piece swimsuit she'd donned before leaving her dorm room suite.
As she went to the deeper side of the pond, she dropped her heels near one of the lounge-chairs, and she nimbly slipped out of the dress. With a flick of her hand, she sent it flying to drape itself over the chair, not entirely physical force. Soon, she was at the edge of the pool, and with a small hop, she splashed into the water. It was kind of chilly, but it felt good over her smooth, pale skin. She floated on her back, her eyes closed as she let the liquid lap over her curves. Such a peaceful time of night...
The thought passed through her head, and she opened her eyes to view the canopy of twinkling stars and the luminous, brimming moon. The sky was a swirl of black and darkest blue, and only crickets' chirping disturbed the quiet. [/size][/font] |
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Post by ¡SQUEEKERS! on Jun 17, 2009 22:58:53 GMT -5
It wasn't a very good night.
Sure he was still alone in his suite, he had boxes of good food hidden under his bed and stashed in one of the bureaus, but it wasn't home. Or rather, it wasn't the apartment, or hotel room that he normally called home. This place was large, and for the most part empty. It was lonely, and the one thing Jasper hated was being alone.
Sure he never showed it, he always walked around with his head held high and an expressionless mask on his face, but he was always walking through crowds of people, through adoring fans and girls who wanted to be his girlfriend. Wanted to be near him. Now he was sitting in a dark, gold colored room and waiting for sleep. Sleep that was refusing to come.
With a sigh he retreated from his spot on the bed and worked his way into the hallway. Past eight all boys were to be in their respected rooms and not out and about. But there were no other boys here yet and the Dorm Monitor had yet to arrive [or even be chosen] so Jasper used this to his advantage. Making his way down the carpeted hall and out into the main hall he headed towards the roof stairs. If there was one thing he hated about Brookshire it was the lack of elevators. You had to use stairs for everything. But he simply shrugged that off for now and slowly and quite stubbornly made his way up towards the roof.
What surprised him most was the fact that the door was already propped open when he arrived. "Interesting..." Jasper breathed softly before slowly opening the door and peeking out. It would just his luck that someone would be out here to spoil his solitude streak.
What was he thinking, this is exactly what he was looking for. Fresh air and a- "Wow..." His voice came out barely above a whisper, his eyes opened wide for a moment before he shook it off. How odd for a female student to be on the roof this late at night. Oh, what did he care, she would probably be like all the rest and hang on his shoulder. He was looking forwards to that.
With a light smirk he made his way over to one of the lawn chairs, sat down and watched the girl as she glided by him. His mind reached out to hers, trying to get a sense of what she was thinking, but all he got was a low murmur. Must be the water...
[/i] Jasper leaned back, sighing lightly as he closed his eyes for a moment. Maybe this night wouldn't be so bad.[/blockquote] |
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Post by Miss ALIBI! on Jun 17, 2009 23:09:30 GMT -5
Jasper's footsteps weren't as silent as he thought they were; the redhead heard them. And despite her recently closed eyes, she could tell he was a guy. Maybe her ears were too sharp for her own good. She sighed, completely relaxed.
"Keep looking, hun, 'cuz this is probably gonna be the only time you get lucky enough to see it." She said suddenly, her soprano voice cutting through the silence like a knife. She didn't mind being gawked at. She got attention from guys often enough not to give a Shiz any more. She drifted along, and opened her eyes to look at the sky again, briefly scanning Jasper's profile. Not bad. She could see why he had a horde of fangirls. But she wasn't like them. She wasn't clingy enough for that nonsense. [/size][/font] |
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Post by ¡SQUEEKERS! on Jun 17, 2009 23:42:12 GMT -5
"Excuse me?" A frown cascaded down Jaspers lips as he sat up, his blue eyes darkening for a moment as he glowered at her. "I do not gawk. I wasn't even looking at you." His voice was low, not as a whisper, but as a dark, baritone, a deep voice that made the girls go crazy.
Or it normally did.
"In case you weren't paying attention, I was trying to relax and enjoy the night air." Jasper didn't know why he was explaning himself to this girl. This was the most he'd said since leaving the school last semester. His orbs darkened a bit more before he closed his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. Just another annoyance to look forwards to this year.
He leaned back again, smirking lightly. "Besides if I wanted someone clingy I could just walk downstairs."
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Post by Miss ALIBI! on Jun 17, 2009 23:57:06 GMT -5
Tru rolled her eyes. "Of course you weren't." She said, sarcasm lacing her words. But when he mentioned clingy, she glared sharply at him, raising her hand and extending her middle finger.
"If you think I'm one of those stupid fangirls who cling to someone who they don't even know, Fawk off. I'm not about to start drooling over anyone, Romeo." She said scathingly. She detested anyone who dare judge her before they actually knew her. She drifted for a moment longer, her stony expression directed at the stars. Eventually it softened as the low murmurs of the night lulled her into a peaceful calm. To ease her tension, she began humming an Italian lullaby. She didn't speak Italian, but she knew a few things from books she'd read, and she'd recently learned the lullaby.
"Fi la nana, e mi bel fiol
Fi la nana, e mi bel fiol
Fa si la nana
Fa si la nana
Dormi ben, e mi bel fiol
Dormi ben, e mi bel fiol..."
The song was hushed, probably not loud enough for Jasper to hear, but she sang it anyways for herself. Eventually, she flipped over and dove under the surface of the water, and swam to the edge of the pool. She popped up, rested her crossed arms on the cement, and watched him.
"My name's Tru. Tru Force. Your's?" She asked quietly. She hoped he wouldn't comment on her ironic name. [/size][/font] |
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Post by ¡SQUEEKERS! on Jun 18, 2009 0:10:18 GMT -5
Jasper mimicked her when she wasn't looking. A completely childish action on his part, and totally out of character, but he couldn't help it. Maybe it was the night air, or maybe for the first time he wasn't being fawned over by a girl. Not that it bothered him too much, it was quite refreshing-
Ok, it was annoying, and Jasper was almost ready to demand she start clinging to him so his sense of superiority would be back. To say the least she had bruised his huge ego.
He resorted to staring at the stars as her body slipped beneath the water. He was starting to get grumpy and he didn't feel like 'gawking' at her anymore. Grumbling lowly to himself he crossed his arms over his chest and fully relaxed into the chair. They were comfy, for being made of scratchy material, and he could honestly feel himself falling asleep right there in the chai-
"My name's Tru. Tru Force. Your's?
[/i]" One of his bright blue eyes peeked through a partially closed lid, his attention leaving the stars and focusing on her pale skin. The lights on the roof weren't working as they normally did, something the Headmaster would have to get on, but he could still see her features quite clearly. She could pass for pretty. " My name is Jasper." He grumbled lowly, letting his eyes focus back to the stars above them. His back straightening a bit as his muscles tensed again. He tried to reach into her mind once more, to hear her thoughts as he normally could with people. But still all he got was a low murmur. Jasper glanced back down at her. " What are you doing up here anyways?" [/blockquote] |
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Post by Miss ALIBI! on Jun 18, 2009 0:24:39 GMT -5
She shrugged, her pale shoulders lifting up and down.
"I came from a dinner with my little sister. Didn't feel like sleeping, so I took a dip instead. Unfortunately for you, I decided to put on a swimsuit instead of going ass-nude." She laughed, her tone light. Suddenly, she felt something nudge at her mental barriers. She was no stranger to psychic abilties, being the owner of some herself, and she knew it was Jasper trying to enter her thoughts. She frowned, lifting a hand to press the palm to the side of her head.
"What are you doing? Stop that." She shook her head, as if to get rid of an annoying bug. "I put those barriers up for a reason. You shoving at them tickles." She said, stifling a giggle. It was like an itch she couldn't scratch. To prevent him from tickling her mind further, she carefully peeled back her mental sound-proofing, giving him access to her thoughts, but only those. If he could manipulate minds, he wouldn't be able to get any farther from hearing her.
Suddenly, a fluffy black towel silently sat itself by the ladder, and Tru treaded the water to reach it. Placing a foot on the first steel step and grasping the railing with both hands, she climbed out in all her glory. She lifted a hand nonchalantly over the towel, and it shot upwards into her palm. holding it she meandered over to the lounge next to Jaz, sitting down on the edge of it, facing him, trying to dry off her hair in the process. [/size][/font] |
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Post by ¡SQUEEKERS! on Jun 18, 2009 0:35:42 GMT -5
Jasper stared wide-eyed at her. She could feel me trying to read her thoughts... Then that means-
[/i] He nearly jumped from his chair when the towel shot towards her hand, his feet nearly tripping over each other as he continued to gape at her. Sure, he knew there were others out there with the same kind of powers as him, and yes Brookshire was rumored to be home to mostly those with special abilities. But never had he seen another student use their talents, it was against the rules. It's what made Brookshire so... safe, for people like them. " Neat trick." Jasper quickly regained himself, already realizing how stupid he must have looked, tripping over his feet and staring gape mouthed at her. She probably figured he was jaw dropping at her. Well he was, slightly. But mostly he was just surprised. His hands slowly slipped into his pockets, his long hair covering one of his eyes as his back slouched. The black suit pants and jacket he wore were worn out, faded in some parts, and didn't really matched the dark blue pin-strip shirt he had thrown on that morning. " Looks like we've got something in common." Jasper glanced up at Tru, yes he was checking her out, and yes she was more then passable for pretty. Hot, was even a term he could use for her. Not out loud of course. Thankfully his thoughts were his own at the moment. " And I wasn't trying to do anything." He let his words shrug off him with his shoulders as he sat back down on the lawn chair, hands still in pockets, and his eyes gliding over to the small ripples in the pool water. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Miss ALIBI! on Jun 18, 2009 0:44:58 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes. "Chéri, I know you were trying to read my thoughts. Go ahead, get your fill. I took off the barriers. And you ain't seen nothing yet." Across the pool were her satin dress and Stilettos. With her hand outstretched, towel over her head and hand over towel, the fabric and the shoes lifted into the air and floated over the pool, the shoes landing on the ground and the dress in her hand. She set it down at the foot of the chair, smirking coyly at Jaz's expression.
"I can't lift anything heavier than fifty pounds -- fifty pounds is difficult, and I can only lift that for a short period of time for a short distance -- but why would I want to lift anything that heavy? I have moving guys for that." She batted her laughing eyes, and quirked an eyebrow, letting the towel slip off her head. "But I can shove things that are pretty heavy. If I shoved you physically, I could do the same mentally." She continued, empathizing it by nudging him in the forehead lightly with her telekinesis. [/size][/font] |
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Post by ¡SQUEEKERS! on Jun 18, 2009 0:57:32 GMT -5
Jasper felt a light pressure against his forehead and frowned. Bringing one of his hands up he waved it nonchalantly in front of him. "Whatever." He glared over at her, his mind already reaching out to hers, a reaction he had no control over anymore. Once he figured out he could read peoples thoughts, he couldn't help but do it every chance he had.
But he stopped himself. Or rather, his mind stopped mid-entrance.
A dark fog clouded his mind, a white flash blinding him for a moment. Then everything was blurry, he could hear several sets of giggles, mostly girls, a couple of deep chuckles. "Can you believe it?
[/i]" A boy's voice entered his mind, he tried to focus on faces, forms, anything. But everything was blurry, and he couldn't make out any of the people surrounding him. But he was looking up at them. Then all was foggy again, another white flash, Jasper closed his eyes this time, his teeth clenching. A loud boom resounded in his head before everything was quiet, eerily quiet. The strong smell of mold and a sudden chill rushed over him, shivering lightly he focused his mind on Tru, trying to bring himself out of this vision. And just as suddenly as it had come, it was gone. Jasper's body slumped forward, his eyes slowly opening. " What the..." He let out a soft breath. His baby blues made their way over to the scantily clad Tru and he straightened up again. Mentally beating his head in at how foolish he must have looked to her. " Don't call me Chéri," He mimicked her as best he could, letting his voice raise a few octaves, " I'm not a girl." Ah, Jasper's one weakness. Languages. [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Miss ALIBI! on Jun 18, 2009 1:07:35 GMT -5
Tru's face became concerned as Jasper began to take on a more pained expression. It went away, but a worried scowl still lit her petite features. She stood, wrapping the towel around herself, and walked up to him. She had to look up to view his face, but no matter. She was only about a pace from him. She smiled grimly at his words. "I meant it in a masculine way, mon ami. It may sound the same as feminine, but the spelling is different." She explained quietly.
"Are you all right? You looked as if you were suffering." She asked gently, her hand twitching as if she wanted to lift it up to him. She might not have been the kindest person at heart, but she did have empathy. She wasn't always stoic or cocky. [/size][/font] |
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Post by ¡SQUEEKERS! on Jun 18, 2009 10:43:40 GMT -5
Geez, these things keep getting worse.
[/i] Jasper's hand raised to his head, his palm pressing against the left temple and circling lightly. He didn't have visions often, and when he did they normally left him sprawled on the floor and panting. He didn't have much control over it, unlike his telepathy. Entering minds and hearing thoughts were like second nature to him, he normally didn't have to pry into someone's head, like he had done with Tru. But normally others didn't have a real grasp on mind barriers, or a real grasp on anything, really. No matter, Jasper was a master at other's thoughts, and he always held onto that. But seeing the future was a whole new torment he wasn't able to master. Sometimes he could feel them coming, either a sharp pain in the back of his head, or he wouldn't be able to breathe for a moment. Then everything around would turn foggy [with or without his eyes open], there would always be a white flash, followed by sounds, smells and occasionally chills. And no matter how hard Jasper tried, he could never clear his eyesight during the visions, everything would always appear blurry and dark. It annoyed him in several ways. He glanced down at Tru, his hand slowly falling back to his side and sliding back into his pocket. His left brow perked upwards, as the other furrowed a bit. With a questioning look he replied in his baritone voice, " I'm fine. What are you talking about?" That's right Jasper. Pretend it never happened. " You shouldn't be up here this late. If the Headmaster catches you, you're toast." He turned from her, his back still slouched a bit, and slowly stepped away. Down along the pool and towards the Greenhouse, opposite of where he should have been heading, but Jasper needed a few more moments of night air before he returned to the lonely Dorm hall he shared with the spiders. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Miss ALIBI! on Jun 18, 2009 12:55:33 GMT -5
Tru felt just about ready to smack Jasper, but before she could, he muttered something about getting in trouble for being up here. She rolled her eyes, but he walked away before she could say anything. Grabbing her shoes, she slipped on her dress - she'd long since dried off - and tucking the towel under her arm, she padded after him, her bare feet nearly soundless against the concrete.
"I'm not concerned with getting in trouble. I can take care of myself. Besides, the Headmaster has more important things to worry about then a couple of students out past bedtime." She said, catching up with him. She hardly felt like she'd found out enough about him, besides. She kind of liked Jasper, in a mutual, 'we-have-something-in-common' kind of way. He was interesting in himself. Pfft. Trying to pretend nothing happened when he so obviously endured some volume of agony. And he was nice to look at - even though Tru would never admit it out loud. [/size][/font] |
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Post by ¡SQUEEKERS! on Jun 18, 2009 19:12:38 GMT -5
Despite the annoyance that was following him, Jasper couldn't help but smirk lightly at Tru's thoughts. So she did find him cute. Well, who wouldn't. He had that dark and mysterious quality about him, plus he was also charming and handsome. Oh yeah, Jasper had it all.
But still, the fact that the little stalker was following him was a bit unnerving. "So you don't care if you get in trouble?" Jasper danced down a couple of steps, swiftly and expertly before turning his head to look back at Tru. Another smirk on his lips. Yeah he was starting to show off, big deal, he was only half expecting her to fawn over him for it.
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Post by Miss ALIBI! on Jun 18, 2009 19:37:42 GMT -5
As the stairs loomed ahead and Jasper pranced down them like a colt in spring, Tru hopped up onto the railing, balancing deftly on it, completely at ease. She walked down the railing, placing one foot in front of the other, not using her hands or anything, even though the railing was slanted downward. She prowled down, nimble as a cat, dropping onto the ground in an elegant way that despite its flauntiness, it showed off nothing she didn't want shown.
"Nah. Like I said, I can take care of myself. Even though my telekinesis is limited, I can still do my measure of damage should anyone dare try to hurt me." She said with a shrug, hiding any expression that gave away the fact she knew she'd just shown off as well. Suddenly, a flashback stopped her dead, her eyes glazed and her jawline rigid. It was several years ago. She had a rope noose hanging from the beam for clothes in her closet, and deep, bloody gashes near her inner elbow and on the tops of her thighs flowed freely with crimson. She was in a tank top and underwear, dripping blood from each wound she'd inflicted on herself with the gory butcher's knife that sat on her red-stained sheets. She was just setting up a stool underneath the noose, deathly pale from blood loss, when her little sister, her brown ringlets bouncing, her big chocolate eyes full and spilling.
'Tru, stop! Make it stop, don't do it!' She remembered how her little sister had rushed into her arms, ignoring the blood getting on her clothes, clinging to her big sister's waist. Tru remembered very clearly the guilty wave of sorrow that washed over her, and she'd wrapped her arms around her sister and cried. Her grandparents had been out, and they never knew what had happened, and the butler had never asked.
Her eyes now were downcast as the memory slipped slowly away, the blood still vivid in her mind, the pain... She shook her head, and grasped it with her hands. She looked up like a deer caught in the headlights at Jasper. Glancing worriedly at her arms, where the scars were, she crossed them to help cover them up. She looked down. "Yeah, I guess we do have something in common." She muttered quietly, knowing full well that he'd no doubt seen just what she had.
What she meant by they'd had something in common was that they both had little episodes -- him his Sight, her her flashbacks. [/size][/font] |
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