Taking a Walk (Cinder)

[sapphire]

Looslic Cares
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Looslic woke up early, as usual, and had gone to training, as usual. Training had gone as usual, his trainer asking why he had become more thoughtful and less of a Career, and trying to get him to become a "true" Career as his trainer called it. The usual. At around 2 o' clock, he finally got away from Training, and went home. he fed his sister and left a note for his adopted father saying he was going for a walk in the woods.

He put on some tennis shoes, and walked down to the edge of the woods. He jumped over the fence, and ran to the lake, following the shallow creek to it. After some time, he slows to a steady walk. His blue shirt and khaki shorts, matching his decently long brown hair, was gently swaying in the slight breeze. He had his hands in his pockets, and was gently fumbling with the coins in them.

Looslic sighs and mumbles to himself, "Kindleys, why can't you understand.... Why." He keeps walking along the creek that was running swiftly against the rocks at the edge. He looks into the glistening water and thinks, 'Why can't feelings be seen as water can?' He has no idea why his thoughts and feelings are as complicated as they are but they seem to be.

Looslic hears footsteps, loud enough to hear, but not too loud. They were light. "Who's there?" he asked, turning around and standing up, to see a redheaded girl. "Who are you?" he asked, really confused as he has never seen another person out here in the woods.

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((OOC: I hope that this is worthy of the great RPer Cinder's eyes and time. But, I have definitely come a long way since I started RPing....))[/blockquote]

[cinder]

Jezebel Winston Strange was on an adventure. She had left a long while ago, for where she did not know. All that she had known was that Jez was trapped in an average life with average people who thought she was special. What made her special, she did not know. Red hair fluttered in the wind behind her, desperately trying to catch her attention. Me! Me! It called excitedly, thinking it was the reason why people admired her. Red hair was not uncommon though. Her mom, Alika had had red hair. Her siblings Aleksander and Anyandita had red hair. Most of her cousins too, the girl Rashta had even brighter hair that curled and shimmered like it had been styled in the Capitol.

She was an Angel, thats what it was. When Jez bothered to doll herself up she looked like a small figurine that should be locked away behind a thick glass wall so that all could see her, she could see all, but nothing could touch her. The boiling-hot fury Jezebel felt at times was enough to drive her off the edge. And into the wild. Jez had tapped on her glass wall for awhile, testing its boundaries and carefully planning her escape. She was a doll escaped, a woman on the run from a life she no longer found joy in living. People told her she was charitable, but she could not help everyone. Her siblings told her she was cherished, but nobody would come near her for fear of provoking her father and all his Peacekeeper connections. She fascinated and disgusted all. They feared her, they did not love her.

So in the dead of night a handsome, young Peacekeeper in a cloak allowed her to climb aboard a train headed for the Capitol. 'Stop here,' he told her, thrusting a map into her hands. 'And I'll meet you here,' he said and pointed to another spot, this one in the middle of the woods. She was destined to leave District Twelve and join people who did not ask so much of her. Capitolites would only ask of Jez where she had gotten her hair dye and colored contacts. That was as far as they would care about her. She could fit in nicely with people like that.

Jez rode on the train for what seemed like forever, but was only possibly a few hours. She awoke at just before noon and waited for the train to stop in District One. This was where things got tricky. When Jez got off the train she had approximately three minutes to get to the border of District One where an unknown person would lead her to a whole in their fence. She would go through and hike for two hours in a certain direction labeled on her map. The good-looking Peacekeeper would be waiting for her. From there he would lead Jez to the Capitol and beyond.

So much for being just another pretty face with no brain.

By the time Jez reached a creek she was sweating and tired. It had been about an hour. She was half way to paradise by the looks of it. And thats when Jez spotted a boy, not her Peacekeeper friend, along the creek. He spotted her--how could you miss her red flag of hair?--immediately, calling out questions. Jezebel had not been told about wanderers, this was all new to her. This boy was not an illegal hunter, he was too well-dressed and unarmed to be one. He wore no uniform. What was he?

A threat. Jezebel circled around quickly and fled, feeling like an animal that had narrowly avoided a hunter. Slightly smug, still scared and ready to run for days to avoid this boy. Of course her pack had other ideas. She made it maybe seven feet before a fallen branch that was jutting out caught on the strap of her bag, scraped her arm and ensnared Jez. Her stuff was in here! No way she could leave now, so instead she shed the pack and faced the enemy, only just realizing that things had been a lot safer and maybe better in the small, glass box Jezebel the delicate doll had called her home for fifteen years.

"Hi? I'm Jezebel!" She chirped nervously and lifted her bleeding arm up to catch a stray hair that had found itself fluttering about her face. Oh the agony. This was torture if she knew the meaning of the word...

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Looslic

The girl tries to run away, but her bag gets snared on a branch sticking up from the ground, making everything spill from her bag. "Oh!" Looslic says quietly, and rushes over the the girl. He helps pick up the things that have fallen out. "Sorry," the empathetic boy mumbles. 'Ugh, I am such a nuisance!' he thinks to himself.

"Hi? I'm Jezebel!" Jezebel, says. She seems almost timid, yet, happy to meet someone new. A hair was moving swiftly around in front of her face. Looslic reaches up and puts it behind her ear, but then realizes he's being an idiot, and looks back at the ground.

"Looslic's th' name," Looslic says with his decently deep voice. After, they grab all the things from the ground, Looslic stands up and takes Jez's small, delicate hand and helps her up too.

He looks at the sky, that had darkened in the few moments they had been picking her stuff up. "Rain clouds," he mumbles. He sighs and says to Jez, "We need to get inside." The rain starts coming down in a steady drizzle, soaking Looslics new clothes. "Crap," Looslic says knowing that he had spent his own money on them.

He looks back at Jez, and mumbles something that even he can barely hear. Then, he gets up the courage and says it again, "Your beautiful." Suddenly, surprising himself, he grabs Jez and pulls her close to him, wrapping his arms around her thing frame, making there lips meet. She was a lot shorter than him, but he knew how to kiss a girl her height.

Looslic had never kissed in the rain, but now knew, it was amazing, seeing the girl that he thought was the most beautiful girl in the country of Panem. A saying came to his mind, as he stared into the girls blue eyes, 'Love at first sight.'

After a few seconds, he forcefully pulled himself away. "Sorry," he says scratching his head with one hand, and putting the other in his drenched pocket.

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[cinder]

Inspired by Jezebel.

Jezebel had received some odd greetings before. Boys gave her long, slow hugs and girls would beam at her for minutes, assessing Jezebel with jealousy and hatred. Adults got down on their knees and kissed her hand. Jezebel was a coveted item, to state the obvious. Still this boy was by far the strangest she had ever met. Miss Winston Strange found her mind scrambling to respond as the tall boy seized her by the waist and pulled her into an impromptu kiss as the rain fell down around them.

How romantic, how exciting! Jez knew she should be horrified and worried about the mental condition of this forest dweller, but she had been planning on going to the Capitol just to spice up her life. Kissing cute boys in the rain was like an appetizer before the entree that was the Capitol. Of course, her mind was faster than her body so while the stranger kissed her Jezebel was as unresponsive as a plank of wood. It was a shame too, because this boy was a good Kissing in the Rain type. He was a good kisser in general. Not that Jezebel had a lot of experience, but she had been with her fair share of boys who were clumsy and dry-lipped. Not fun.

She felt like her childhood doll, Dolly (Original name, right?) Dolly had somehow found herself in a shipment of small, cheaply made toys. She was a porcelain wonder made in District One, along with all the other fineries of Panem. Alika, her mother, had been set on selling Dolly but tiny Jezebel was not one you denied. As soon as she caught sight of the blue-eyed, curly haired doll, she had gone over to it and clutched it to her chest. She had understood what it was like to be a doll, had whispered secrets into Dolly's ear for years until she was put away in storage. About the same time Jezebels mother had died, when Jez got stronger than she'd thought she could ever be.

Now Jez was the doll. This boy had seen her, coveted her and taken her as his own. He had clutched her to him and had not let go. Oh, the irony! Jez had escaped her glass box prison only to be claimed by a random crazy in the woods. The doll on the run had not been fast enough. She had been caught by... well, had he told Jez his name? Her curious blue eyes searched his face, looking for an answer as he apologized.

"Please, its alright as long as you don't do it again,"[/b[ she quietly told him, guessing he was just a sane boy with no self control instead of a potential, new stalker. She had had one of those once, not exactly fun. "I didn't catch your name, by the way," she half-asked, half-stated. Jez was a wreck, her mind had been short-circuited. It was entirely possible that after he had stolen that kiss, he had stated his name. How was she to know? Jez was staring back at the boy, her thick lashes half falling over her eyes from squinting in the rain. A thought had occurred to her, just then--she was glad she hadn't worn any make-up today.

ooc- terrible post

[sapphire]

Looslic Cares

"Please, its alright as long as you don't do it again," Jez says quietly. Looslic sighs, realizing he had been rejected. Completely. He looked at the ground, following a beetle across the dampened earth. "I didn't catch your name, by the way," the girls says considerably demanding.

He looks up, realizing the girl actually wanted to know his name again. Obviously forgotten in the successful attempt to show his stupidity. "Looslic," he says, his voice actually perking up a bit.

"Sorry," he mumbles, the rain was really drenching them now. "I think I should head home. My sister is probably starting to worry with me out here in the rain," he says, mostly just wanting to leave, get away from this girl that had hurt him.

Looslic turns away and starts walking a long the rushing river, and looking at the leaves covering the earth, and the rocks lining the river. He sighs, completely in his own world, just him and the rain, water, and leaves. "I'm sorry," he says speaking to know nobody in particular.

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((Crappy, but this is what Looslic is really feeling..... -Huggles Looslic- I'm sorry!!!))[/blockquote]

[cinder]

Satisfaction coursed through her veins. Jez always gotten what she wanted, and right now she wanted Looslic to let her be. She had just broken out of a possessive relationship with her whole family, now was not the time to be kissing boys in the woods. Besides that, Jez was headed to the Capitol and she really could not handle long-distance relationships. Especially with insane psychopaths. Not that Jezebel consciously thought of Looslic as an insane psychopath. Her gentle mind translated those words to misunderstood and in need of an understanding friend.

So when Looslic walked out of her life, she was appeased. A fiasco avoided! Bravo! For once her ability to get whatever she wanted and bend people to her subconscious will was doing something for the shopkeepers daughter. Of course, the universe had another thing coming at her. As Jezebel looked through her stuff for the map that was helping her find her destiny, she realized Looslic had not picked it up. Torn, muddy and soaked through and through, the sheet of paper had fluttered a few trees down the way. It was nobody's fault, except maybe the tree branches, but suddenly Jezebel found herself desperate and alone.

She gasped as comprehension flowed into her mind, body and soul. It replaced the satisfied feelings over Looslics decision to leave. She found herself scrambling, clawing at trees and trying to make her way toward the disappearing boy. "Wait!" she wailed in her great impression of a crying baby. People never got angry at a baby for crying, they only ever picked them up and appeased them. Jez spoke with the tone of a crying baby. The only way to appease her was for Looslic to turn around and face her. Eventually help her, of course. And that he did, or at least the turning around bit.

"My map was damaged and I really need to meet a friend. He'll be waiting for me in about an hour. Worried, no doubt. I hate to ask this of a stranger when I'm sure you'd like to be home and in some new clothes, but please Looslic, would you help me?" she gently begged him. Her red hair was plastered to her skull, that pale face was glistening with the water that had fallen onto it, gently misting her skin like a sudden peppering of wet, clear freckles. The small body of a girl and not a woman poked out from beneath her curtain of hair and the back-pack slung across her body. She resembled an innocent child. An ignorant child at that, one who had escaped the man with candy who drove a white van, only to ask him for a ride home a few moments later.

She had escaped danger, but the mischievous, playful girl who dwelled within the childish, lovely Jezebel reared her ugly head. No! She screamed as she watched a brooding, young man walk away. A handsome, good-kisser to match his bad boy complex. How could Jez ever let adventure pass her by? For a moment there had been satisfaction, but now the part of her that had driven Jez to attempt to run away from home and join her true people was once again calling the shots. She might miss her ride to the Capitol, but Jezebel had found something more than just the promise of a glitzy, glamorous life with oodles of scandals. She had found a truly worthy companion to cheer her up and brighten the long, dull days that awaited her back home.

She would take Looslic home like a stray or a hungry bum. She would be the cat to his mouse, play with him for awhile then find her absent-minded self throwing him out like last years used, worn out clothes. None of it would be intentional, rest assured Jez was a wonderful person, a Saint down to her core, but there would always be that nice-girl-mean-girl complex to her. Miss Strange would get bored of Looslic and send him away from District Twelve. First he would follow her home, then he would claim to love her--just like everybody else--and finally she would ditch him.

Her life was like clockwork. So boring, so average. If Jez had known how predictable she was being at the precise moment she chose Looslic over the Capitol, she would have strangled herself. But for now, all was fresh and new and dewy. She was ready to take on this boy. "Please," she breathed with as much seduction and charm the Faerie Child could muster.

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Looslic Cares

Looslic turned as the girl called after him, thinking, 'What do you want now?' Looslic actually thought this girl was beautiful. What was he thinking!? As Jez explained herself, Looslic couldn't help but say aloud, "So your using me now? How nice. Look girl I have to go back to training. My trainer wants me to really step up my game because I am volunteering next year. So, if you could find the place yourself that would be nice."

Looslic spoke the words without any restrictions. He knew what he was doing, and that was he was going to volunteer, against his own will. If this girl didn't want him here, he wouldn't. Looslic turned around and kept walking in the pouring rain. When Looslic gets to the edge he hears a buzzing like sound. He looks around for a bee or something but doesn't see anything, so he tries to jump the fence, only to be shocked.

"Ow!" he yelps. The fence was never electrified, just a 10 foot tall wall. "Goodness, what the hell was that!?" he never cursed unless things were getting tense or he just got electrocuted. "Jeeze, stupid Peacekeepers. Now I can't get back to m' trainin'!"

He trudges underneath a huge willow tree, mostly protected from the rain. He leans against the trunk and yells aloud, "Idiot!" He picks up a rock and throws it at the wall. He falls to the ground, into a sitting position, leaning against his propped up knees. "Idiot..... idiot." He crosses his arms on his knees and puts his head on his arms. He lets the stream of tears flow from his dark eyes, only to be masked by the water running from his hair, and the water falling from the leaves, and branches.

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[cinder]

Time flies when you're having fun, but when you're stuck in an unfamiliar forest with a raving madman who is convinced he's in love with you, it passes at a painfully slow rate. The agony was almost too much for Jez to bear, she just wanted to be away from these woods and this boy. Looslic. Of course, with no map and no good sense of direction Jez found herself with no other choices left. She had to follow him home. For some reason that dumbstruck her, for hadn't Jez been thinking about Looslic following her home like a stray animal? If Jez had had a better sense of humor, she would have seen the irony and laughed her head off.

As it was, time was passing slowly in her damp, depressed world. Dreams of riches that awaited Jez in the Capitol were all gone. Dreams of any future were gone now, she did not know how to get home! District Twelve was ages away from the land of diamonds and jewels, commonly referred to as District One. There would be no train to carry her home. Jez was a lost girl, but that thought alone depressed her, so she pushed it almost out of her mind. First thing first: Miss Strange had to stumble across civilization. She was fairly certain with a little bit--scratch that--a lot of charm and some good, old-fashioned luck.

Jez drifted behind Looslic, careful to keep him in sight without getting too close. Jez recalled a saying about boys being like boomerangs. They always came back to you. Looslic needed space now, but he would come around. He would help Jez, he had to, even a crazy Career like Looslic had to have a heart. She did not even begin to contemplate what would happen if Jezebel did not find her way home.

Again with the irony though, really she needed to develop an odd sense of humor right about now. The fiery haired trickster found life to be full of entertainment. She had escaped her prison-cell life... only to want it back so badly in only a day. She had been convinced Looslic would follow her home, and now she was hot on his trail.

Finally Looslic stopped to rest. He slumped up against a tree and gently shook. Tears. Jez did not have much experience with boys crying before her very eyes, but she had plenty of girls who had cried over guys. Did that count? Jez hoped so, she hoped with all her might because suddenly she was trudging toward Looslic. What happened next would change her life forever.

ooc- gotta go now and wont be back till friday so I had to post this terrible thing >.<

[sapphire]

Looslic never felt so stricken before, and the tears would not stop falling from his face. The tears would fall to the already moist ground, leaving him alone. He looked up into the branches of the large willow tree, and thought to himself,
'Why do I have to be such an idiot.
That girl, what is she to me?
Nothing.
Right?
What was I saying?
She meant nothing, just a girl I kissed in the rain.
The rain..... That girl....'

His thoughts were fighting eachother, wanting to know whether he actually liked Jez or not. He leaned back, against the tree trunk, and stared at the dark sky. The branches were protecting him from some of the rain. His dark eyes were searching the woods, for anything.

After a while of searching, and not finding anything, he goes back to looking at the ground. 'What am I going to do... I can't just leave her out here. What if she gets stuck outside the fence? Like I am right now. Trapped like some bugs a little kid caught. There is no way out.'

Looslic gets up, using the trunk for support. Then, he walks sort of fast back to the creek, to find nothing. Just the town map that was soaked and dirty. "Crap," he mumbles. The girl had left, gone. Looslic looked around for anything to find the girl, but the rain had covered all tracks, and there was no way of finding the girl.

"No...." Looslic mutters as he sits on a rock next to the creek. I looks around for anything again, then spots a red head. "Jez?" he shouts through the rain.

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The wind whipped Jezebels hair around her head, like a fiery halo. That analogy fit her perfectly; she was the demonic angel, the angelic demon. A girl with a halo, but a halo made of fire and all that is not nice. A contradiction. That word summed her up pretty well, Jez thought to herself while her lips curved up in a wry, yet sad grin. Jez almost got to pitying herself for being the confusing girl that she was when Looslics mouth moved. The wind carried his exact words away from Jez, leaving her in the dark until a sudden cry erupted.

He had most certainly seen Jez. She eyed her red halo with distaste. Thanks a lot, Jez silently told her hair while her eyes communicated an equally quiet threat to take a pair of scissors and chop her tangle of hair off. Really, what did it do but attract unnecessary attention and get caught in things? Nothing. That's the answer. Jez thought it with an unusually high amount of conscious spite and disgust. She had shocked even the sub-conscious trickster that lived within--Jez was many things but never was she pessimistic. Not in her nature, to tell the truth.

So it was not surprising that when Jezebel scrambled toward Looslic, she had evicted that creepy smile and in its place had a goofy grin. I'm waiting, I want your help. You'll give it to me. Both him and her knew how this would turn out--they would apologize, Looslic for taking advantage of her and Jez because she genuinely felt guilty after hurting his feelings. The two of them would end up friends and finally, hopefully soon, Looslic would escort Jezebel to a train headed for District Twelve in the dead of night.

Maybe she would kiss his cheek before she left. The boy really was cute, in his own way. Anyways, now was not the time to show even the slightest bit of interest! She was supposed to come off as a regal Ice Queen in need of help. Later--after he had assured Miss Winston Strange that he would not leave her to rot, out in these woods--that would be the time for rewards.

"Yes?" Jez calmly asked Looslic upon arriving within ear-shot of him, her whole being screamed aloof except for her glittering, excited eyes. She stood a mere few feet away from him, but still found herself half-yelling. The wind threw chunks of hair into her face, rattling Jezebel and making her shiver from the cold, wet surroundings. Her Capitol-arrival clothes were ruined, not that she would be heading to the Capitol anyways. That dream was gone--even her optimistic outlook on the universe could not bring it back. She had forsaken all hope of joining the true people of Panem.

She eyed Looslic warily, wishing she had pockets to shove her hands into. She also wished their was a photographer near by to immortalize this strange moment. They were looking at each other, eye to eye, now that the much-taller Looslic was sitting on a rock. With only a few feet between them they could spring apart or come together. The rain, the whistling wind and the leaves that were being blown around only served to make a more beautiful picture, at least in Jezebels mind. What a viewer would probably see were two drenched, soggy teenagers glaring at each other while stuck together in the middle of nowhere.

What happened next, Jez did not know. She kept looking at Looslic until everything changed, once again.

[sapphire]

Jez had come out and was slowly rambling her way on over to Looslic, her bright hair darting everywhere in the howling winds, and making it easy for Looslic to watch her, well stare at her, thinking that her hair made her head look like it was on fire. Looslic knew that nothing was going to happen between him and this girl, but he would go along with her game. He would play the puppy card to the station, but that was it. He would show her the way to the train station, maybe pull her close and lets there soaked lips press one more time, let her board the train that would take her to District 12, and then never see her again. The station was the hard part at getting to, but he would take her there. No matter how hard... Or dangerous.

When Jez had come close enough to him to hear her, all she said was, "Yes?" The deafening winds made it hard to hear but he knew. Looslic just nods, and stands up. He wouldn'y want to speak to this girl anytime soon. The winds made his drenched shorts and t-shirts cold long ago but now he was shivering violently. Looslic tucks his hands in his pocket, wishing he had his jacket not just for himself, but for Jez. He wasn't going to leave until this girl alone until she was home, or at least on the train, safely. He takes her wrist gentlely, holding onto her. She was light, her skin cold, as was everything else. He didn't let go, for fear of losing her in the winds, technically speaking.

Looslic made her trudge along behind him in the mud, letting go of her half way back the edge, and putting his hand back in the pockets of the tan shorts, that were soaked all the way, and was now soaking Looslics tan skin underneath. Then, Looslic started thinking to himself again.
'What is she to me?
Nothing.
I am not going to let this girl control what I do!
Just let her be, Looslic.
Just play her games, show her the way to the station, then you will never have to deal with her again.
That is the easiest way.
What's the easiest way?
Just leave her.
Why would I do that?
She needs to get home, so get her home.'
Looslic's thoughts were fighting each other again and now he was mumbling things under his breath. Thankfully, the winds were tossing the sounds around so much that Looslic couldn't have heard them himself, much less Jez could have heard them.

Suddenly, Looslic turns around, coming to a dead stop and saying, "What do you want from me, Jez?" Looslics dark eyes, about 2 feet away from Jez's, looked down onto the small, currently innocent girl he had fallen in love with at first sight. He looked at her drenched frame, and thinks to himself, 'How could you do that to someones heart? How could you just.... How?' Looslic practically hated himself now, as well as Jez, but it was a hate that was overpowered by love and nothing could stop that.

"You know what? Never mind. I don't want to know," he says shaking the water from his long hair sort of like a dog, but with no result, due to the rain continue sly falling onto the two teenagers. The thing that put everything out of place, is that Looslic was the one that this was happening to. These kinds of things never happened to him. He was a Career and that was all that he was in this world. He sighs and turns back around, and just looks at the ground. He doesn't look at her for the longest time possible, and just keeps his eyes set down toward the soggy ground. He sighs, and just keeps trudging on, his feet sinking in the dark gunk that lined the earth beneath his feet.

When they finally get to the edge, back near the willow tree that Looslic had a meltdown earlier under. Looslic looks at it for a few seconds, not stopping to take it in, soon though he turns back to the fence. He takes a damp branch off the ground and chunks it harshly at the wall. Nothing happens to the stick, so he takes a step up onto the nearest branch and pulls himself up onto the waterlogged branch with ease. Climbing these branches was probably dangerous, especially in this weather. The higher you would climb, the less support branches had, and more wind. Looslic was a Career, trained in this so of thing, for any Arena.

The only way in, and the only way out. Looslic holds out his hand, waiting for Jez to take it. Looslic smirks, he would go along with Jez's games for the moment, but soon, his games would start.

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She had finally been reduced to tears. Jezebel was not one to consciously draw attention to herself when she had nothing to say or do. Looslic had not noticed her softly shaking shoulders and messed up mascara yet, although he would probably notice it when she turned her face. Jezebel could see to her side a large, rough hand being held out toward her. She had not realized they were so close to District One, hardly any time had passed since Looslic had first called out to the red-haired maiden. Not in her mind. In the state her head was in though, things could be wrong. She was mixed up, time was irrelevant and a simple nuisance now. She was sick of time! Time is of the essence! Meet me at this exact time. She hadn't known Looslic for a long enough time to respond to his sudden kisses and silent declaration of love.

All of this led Jez to the sudden decision to ignore everything having to do with time. The first thing she ignored was the ages-old taboo her mother had taught her big sister, and her big sister had taught her. Don't kiss boys! Get to know them first! Jezebel eyed the hand Looslic was loosely holding toward her, she grabbed it with one hand and pulled herself closer to him, judging that by his height he weighed to much for her to pull him anywhere. Jez laced her much-smaller fingers through his while putting her other hand to his face.

And she kissed him. It was nothing exciting or romantic, just a rough kiss, as rough as Jezebel the Saint could be. When it was finished, her eyes were clear, she had stopped crying. Jez was looking at Looslic with this unimaginable expression on her face. "Satisfied? Is that better?" Her electric-blue eyes narrowed with spiteful feelings. "If I told you I want you, would you believe me? Looslic... I don't know what I want, I don't know what you want but I'm finished playing games. Lets get to know each other, lets see what can happen..."

Her words trailed off as reason and sense returned to Jezebel. She was suddenly wide-awake, torn between seizing hold of Looslic and kissing him, or punching the boy in the gut. Her small body quivered with sudden passion and emotions Jez couldn't quite name. She tugged her hand from Looslics and pulled her arms over her chest, turning away from him. Only then did the tears return, and boy did they come back. Jez could hardly stop the hiccups that kept bubbling up from within her. This was certainly not the way her day had started out. Jezebel Winston Strange had had her adventure, she was done now, ready to return to normalcy.

But of course her sudden change of heart did nothing to sway the universes decision. Jez was stuck here with a boy she might like, her lips puffy from way too many kisses in way too short an amount of time. The rain was still falling, causing her to shiver and stumble. Wind battered her and red hair got everywhere. Jez was Jez and Looslic was Looslic, but there was a subtle change between them, the way they were acting, the way Jez no longer shuddered and turned away as he approached.

Her eyes tilted up as Jezebel faced Looslic again. She wiped her face with the back of her sleeve and waited for him to say something. Jezebel needed words to help return her logic. Maybe he had realized just how wrong and odd it was for them to be attached to each other after only about an hour. Maybe the kiss had given Looslic logic and he was going to gently explain to Jezebel that kissing complete strangers was impolite and strange. But at the same time, Jez secretly hoped the two of them had gone crazy and these feelings weren't going anywhere.

Crazy, right?

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Jez takes Looslic's hand as he suspects she would, and he helps pull her up onto the branch. Jez pulls herself closer to Looslic than he had wished. 'If this girl wants to just go home, maybe she sh--'

His thought aws interupted by a tingling feeling on his lips. He looks down and see's the red headed girl actually throwing herself at him. Looslic wants to pull away from the girl, but can't. Soon though, Jez pulls away from Looslic.

He takes a staggering step back, grabbing the trunk of the tree for supprt. He leans against the tree and mumbles, "Waht just happened?" Looslic now knew how Jez felt when he had kissed her. "Satisfied? Is that better?" she says staring at Looslic with her blue eyes. "If I told you I want you, would you believe me? Looslic... I don't know what I want, I don't know what you want but I'm finished playing games. Lets get to know each other, lets see what can happen..."

Thw words that we're flowing out of Jez's mouth became blurs to Looslic, he was still confused on what just happened. He shakes his head, sending water a many different directions, and says, "Huh?... Oh, yeah sure." He doesn't know what he just agreed to, but if it had anything to do with Jez, he would be up for.

Then, Looslic feels Jez's hand leave his. He looks at the short girl that had just turned away. Looslic carefully walks over to the shaking girl and whisper's in her ear. "Just climb, then jump." He takes a hold of the branch above him and hoists himself up, continueing to do the same until he reaches the top of the wall. He brakes off a twig and drops it on the 1 foot wide wall. Nothing.

Looslic takes a step down onto the wall, thensits on the top, waiting for Jez to figure out her own way up.

[cinder]

ooc- I'm thinking we do another thread with them? I'm not exactly sure what to do next in this one XD

[sapphire]

ooc- I have an idea. Jsut roll with climbing up to the wall. :P