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Post by jacky holster burkie on Aug 28, 2009 13:21:03 GMT -5
 JACKY holster BUKRIEHe found himself in the courtyard very often. This time, for once, it wasn't because he was skipping class. There was no class to be skipping. That was probably the only time he wasn't skipping class was when there wasn't any to skip. At the moment, he was suppose to have an afterschool detention for 'stalking' this one girl named Abby. First of all, what in the hell would go through his mind that wanted to stalk a human. Second of all, he wasn't stalking her. He was trying to find his notebook, which had details on his mother's case. A lot of the time was spending trying to search for his brothers, and he took notes on where they were at. He was concentrating to find them, and Abby thought she would be funny and get the Chosen by taking his notebook. He searched for her, and it turns out that she was in the principal's office, telling them that she was being stalked. It didn't help that at that moment he was following her. At least he got the notebook back, but he was also put in dention for stalking and lying. Figures since mostly humans run the school.
He was tempted to glare at everyone that walked by, but it was impossible to tell who was human and who was chosen if the chosen didn't use their powers. The only reason everyone knew it was Jacky from the start was his tatoo on his arm that said in black letters, 'CHOSEN'. Many times the school has told him to cover it up, but he broke all of the rules anyways. He was proud to be chosen, even if it meant a harder life. But then again, maybe thats a reason he enjoyed it so much. He was always up for any type of impossible challenge. Thats also one of the many reasons he got in trouble so often.
Whatever, as he would like to think as he lay down on the grass. These were the times when he was calm, and was open to talk about just about anything. That is, if they were what he thought they were. There was no real way to prove they were if not against their will. Still, humans pretty much proved they were human and Chosen pretty much said they were chosen, so there wasn't a lot of conflict in that matter. He couldn't imagine a human pretending to be Chosen. Or worst, a chosen pretending to be human. That would set him off quickly.
Looking up at the sky, he wondered if anything exciting would happen today. More then likely, probably not.
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Post by Valerie Lynn Monroe on Aug 28, 2009 14:23:56 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ "Sephora! Get back here!" I shouted at the small, agile fox as she raced through the courtyard, my notebook in her mouth. She was teasing me, because I couldn't use my powers here. I wouldn't use my powers here, there were others around and I was masquerading as a human. So, I raced after her, following her as she weaved between people and objects. She leapt and ran across a picnic table top, and soon she was down and onto the seat running across a boy's stomach and tripping, dropping the book. If this was her stupid way for me to meet someone knew, I would kill her. She knew I hated being around guys, it was bad enough having Damen as my roommate. Though, Damen was different. Or he seemed so, so far. I had a feeling he liked me, and I was beginning to fall for him, despite trying to convince myself otherwise. But I wasn't going to give into my feelings, that was just not something I did.
I rushed over to the animal, who was sitting there, swishing her tail. "You stupid animal. You're fucking lucky I don't turn you into a fur hat, Seph," She knew I wouldn't do that, nor did I mean it. She just flitted her tail around, an amused look on her face. I turned my attention to the boy. "I'm so, so sorry. Sephora decided to steal my sketchbook and go on a bit of a rampage. Sorry for disturbing you," I said apologetically, kneeling down to pick up my book. The scars that were in random places on my arms were clearly visible, making me wish I had worn my long sleeved shirt. I had an excuse for them, however, some of them anyway. Others were still cuts, recent attacks that my step-father had made before I escaped. I looked at the boy then back at my book, going to grab it.
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Post by jacky holster burkie on Aug 28, 2009 14:44:15 GMT -5
JACKY holster BUKRIE His eyes closed, letting himself overly relaxed among the grass of the courtyard. He enjoyed this very- hey! His eyes open right away when something, not large, but large enough, landed on his stomach, and then something landed beside him. He focused enough to see that what landed on him was a fox, probably a chosen since there wasn't random animals wandering around here. With a friendly wave, he looked what the fox dropped beside him. It was a notebook. Or a stecthpad. He could never tell the difference from the front.
Well, Jacky wans't the one to just leave it un-looked at. Of course he was going to look in it. Perhaps he would find out whose it was. But that question was answered very quickly as he saw someone by him, yelling curse words at the fox while the fox just stood there. Jacky didn't believe his green/blue eyes. It was a girl, but a very attractive one at that. She had very wavy blonde hair and eyes lighter then his. Her face was perfectally rounded while her figure perfectally formed. Then again, Jacky wasn't the one to be looking in relationships, as no one interested him personally in that way, but still. It wasn't not noticable.
He opened the book as she was talking to the fox, seeing some of the drawings. These were good. They were really good. Then again, Jacky couldn't even draw a straight line, so anyone that had any talent was interesting to him. He was still laying on his back, letting the pages fall toward him, but putting them back so he could see properly. He saw that whoever this was, seemed to be talking to him. "No, it's fine." He said with a sideways very Jacky-like smile, showing some of his white teeth. "These are really good, you know." He said, handing it back to her, then looking back at the fox.
Through his mind, he was actually wondering weither she was human or not. She was hanging around a Chosen, so she had to be one, shouldn't she? Then again, she threatened the fox. Maybe the fox was stealing it because she was human. Jacky didn't know. He couldn't tell. So for that, he arched his arm back so the tatoo of 'CHOSEN' was very visible. Whatever it was, chosen or human, she would clearly know that he was Chosen. So if she didn't like them, she would leave or say something, then Jacky would know.
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Post by Valerie Lynn Monroe on Aug 28, 2009 15:32:50 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ I smiled shyly at the boy as he complimented my artwork. "Uhm, thank you," I said politely, "I'm Valerie." I took back the book from him, then glared at Sephora, "And this is my troublemaking fox, Sephora. Who rather seems to enjoy humiliating me because I can't catch her." She just flicked her tail at me and laid down, as if she wasn't planning on going anywhere. I noticed the tattoo and smiled, knowing he was a Chosen. "What powers do you have? If I'm not being nosy, that is. You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I'm a human, but I seem to have the ability to block any powers like telepathy, memory manipulation, illusions or empathy. It comes in handy sometimes, especially since my roommate is telepathic," I smirked, though knowing it was no fluke I could stop those powers. I blocked them with my elemental control, pretty much clouding my mind to anyone who dared try to look into it.
"Do you mind if I sit here with you?" I asked, a curious smile placing itself on my face. My eyes were drawn back to the marks on my arms as I crossed them, trying to hide some of the deeper scars. I hated them, but even a healer couldn't get rid of them. I reached up and brushed a curl behind my ear before slipping my sketchbook back into my bag. I was in a place full of people, a safe place. I could become friends with this boy, maybe. I'd leave when it began to get darker, however. Go off and explore, avoid going back to the room with Damen for as long as possible. I hardly slept with him in my room, I was nervous and terrified. Nightmares haunted me when I did sleep, too. So unless I slept outside, I was going to have a hell of a time learning to sleep in the same room with the boy.
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Post by jacky holster burkie on Aug 28, 2009 16:01:42 GMT -5
JACKY holster BUKRIE Pet? The fox was a pet? He looked over at the fox, shaking his head, not understanding. But he wasn't going to ask. Frankly, it was none of his buisness what pets other people had. Well, he assumed the way she said, 'my fox' it was a pet. Who knew? The fox, who he saw now was Sephora, wasn't shifting to human form, so that was probably the case. He tried to focus his attention on her. Good. She did notice his tatoo, which he took loads of pride of. Wait... she was human? Well this was new. Though, by what she said, it didn't sound like she was human... what human could block other powers? That was the whole 'human' part. They were powerless!
This made Jacky a little cautious, and he wasn't the one to keep things in. "Really? Wouldn't that be a power all by itself then. You could be the first human to have it. Or first... chosen to have that power" He said, making an effort to sound friendly. He wasn't usually friendly to humans, so this was weird, out of his range a little bit. Still, no human had ever been friendly to him before, so it was a little easier. If the roommate was anything like Jacky was, he felt bad for him. Stupid Co-Ed rooms. They shouldn't put humans with chosen. Hopefully, that wouldn't happen to Jacky. If it did, he could find himself easily upset. "Healing and Dowsing." He told her after that, laying back down.
She actually wanted to sit with him? This was defintally a pretty odd human. "No, I don't mind." He said, not making any effort to block the confusion from his voice. He saw her eyes glance down at her arms, but she seemed to be blocking a specific side of her arms away from him. She wouldn't really be the type to be emo, would she? No, he guessed not. She seemed to...bubbly. Though, he hadn't really talked to her much. Remembering that he never introduced himself, as he was too confused by the whole fox and human thing, Jacky added, "Name's Jacky."
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Post by Valerie Lynn Monroe on Aug 28, 2009 16:29:42 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ When he mentioned me possibly being a Chosen, I laughed. "There's been reported cases of humans being able to block out Chosen powers. They're still humans, but they just have some sort of rare case that keeps their mind blocked. One moment they're normal, then if they hit their head or something, they have it. I got it after I got into a motorcycle accident, not too long ago." I showed him my arms then, the numeros scrapes and scars, "Took it around the turn and a car was coming, swerved and drove off the side into a deep ditch with old barbed wire, and hit my head off a rock, too. There's some scars from breaking a window here and there, too, but they're pretty old." The injuries looked the same with my story, so there was no evidence that I was lying. Though I was, but he wouldn't be able to tell.
I smiled at his name. "Nice to meet you, Jacky." I looked away from him and at Sephora, who was now sprawled out on the ground and seemed to be starting to nap. I looked back at him with a shy smile. "Normally I'm not a, uhm, social person. But I'm trying to avoid going back to my dorm, and I think it's time I talked to someone other than my roommate," I blushed lightly at the fact I was such a loner, spending most of my time alone, "So since I'm here I might as well talk to you." I brushed another curl behind my ear. I hated when my curls fell, I had a habit of having to push them back. But I loved my hair, it was one thing I actually liked about myself, so I wasn't complaining much.
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Post by jacky holster burkie on Aug 28, 2009 16:48:54 GMT -5
JACKY holster BUKRIE He listened to her explanation. Well, there was no humans that Jacky ever heard of, but she seemed pretty confident in it. Whatever. If she wanted to be human, that was her mind problem. If he was human, he would try everything to try to become Chosen. If he had that, he would consider himself Chosen for that reason. Then again, he might have a completely different approach on Chosen people if he were human, but if anything, he would want to become one of them. That was what his theory was on humans. They were jealous. With a small smirk to himself, he thought, Who wouldn't want to be me?" The answer was a lot of people, but Jacky didn't think that way. "Huh, didn't know that." He said, though he still wasn't buying it.
He looked at her arms. That does explain the scars, no doubt about that. Healers could heal a lot of inguries, and if they were strong enough, could even save someone an inch from dealth, but one thing that was almost impossible was healing scars, as scars were unhealable. Though, Jacky heard rumors that the most powerful Chosen healer could, but he died of trying to do it with little energy. If you didn't have enough energy to use your power, there was a good chance you could die. Jacky was determined to learn to heal scars, but that was a long ways from his reach. "Looks pretty nasty. I've been in car wrecks before, but in my neighborhood, it was very normal." He explained. It was no secret that Jacky grew up in that part of the neighborhood, mostly of the way he acted, but everything else that had to deal with it was.
She explained her not being social, and he couldn't help but laugh a little bit at her gesture. Jacky wasn't social, but he wasn't anti-social either. He would go up and talk to a random person, but he wouldn't do it just for the heck of it. Though, he was very suprised she wasn't normally social. She seemed so... natural at it. "Huh, really?" He asked, making the shocked expression on his face. "Usually really pretty people are really social, just because everyone wants to talk to them. Attraction attracts, which usually makes them social automatically." He said, not even blushing at the fact he called her an extremely pretty person, which she was. It was impossible to make Jack Burkie embarassed. He was one of those people who could have thier pants dropped in front of the entire school, and there would be no sign of embarassment. In fact, there would probably be show-offy pride for... reasons. Because Jacky was a werid person like that.
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Post by Valerie Lynn Monroe on Aug 28, 2009 17:33:39 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ I nodded gently to his remark about not knowing it. "Most people don't. I didn't know until I read about it in one of my books." It was true, I had read about it. I was a reader, always had been. Dad always brought me home new books, and taught me things about the world. And I always wanted to learn. They were fond memories, but I couldn't dwell on them too often. I went back to his comment about the crash hurting and nodded again. "Yeah, it was not too pleasant. Still doesn't stop me from riding though. Nor did breaking the window stop me from causing trouble," I smirked deviously. I liked trouble, it followed me wherever I went.
When he said I was pretty I blushed brightly and smiled in an embarrassed manner. "Uhm, thanks. I don't believe I'm all that pretty, though," I said in response, still a little shocked at his answer, "I just tend to distance myself from people. I don't like attention at all. And trust is... something that doesn't come easy to me." I looked away from him to the ground. I didn't trust anyone but Sephora and Demi-Tasse. Damen, however, was earning my trust. Slowly, but surely, he was. Which scared me, because he was a guy, and I'd sworn to never let myself get close to a guy. But it seemed that I was falling for Damen, despite my best wishes. I just couldn't let that get to me, I had to keep what had happened in mind, and to do that only took one look at a scar and I was back to being guarded. And I didn't think that would ever change.
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Post by jacky holster burkie on Aug 28, 2009 17:53:50 GMT -5
JACKY holster BUKRIE Ah, that made sense now. He nodded in approval, believing her now. The word 'read' and the word, 'Jacky' did not fall into the same sentence unless 'not' was in between it. If he were smart, he would actually look into it, but please, Jacky? No. He would rather take her word for it and move on. Her comment about the crash was like getting woken up by a slap in the face. But in this case, the slap was playful, and woke you up from a nightmare. But it got Jacky's attention more then anything else she had said today. Trouble? Did she just say trouble? Ooooh, Jacky was coming to like this human, if ever possible. He actually sat up, proping himself up with his arms, eyes wide. "You have my attention." He said with a tease. "Trouble would by my second middle invisible name." He told her, grinning. Anyone that had even heard of Jacky knew what he said was completely true. He was troublemaker to the extreme.
Though, he started chocking when she said she didn't think of herself as a pretty person. Was she blind? Could she not see? "What?" He asked as if she said something completely different. "How can you not look at yourself in the mirror and go, 'I'm the most hottest fucking person I know'!" He exclaimed. Thats what he would be doing if he had her looks. But then again, there was probably a lot of things he would do if he were a girl... "You're the prettiest person here in this school! How-" He cut himself off with a sigh, looking up once, to see his hair was starting to get into his eyes. He shook his head rapidly like a wet dog, and it went and stayed up, as if struck by lightning. Ah, how Jacky loved his hair.
He listened to her explanation on not being social, and nodded, though he didn't understand. "I don't mind attention, but I don't go out looking for it. Most of the things I do give me attention, but thats not the reason." He said with a shrugg, "And for trusting people, I couldn't say." He never really thought about how much he trusted people. He supposed he didn't, since nothing personal came out of his mouth. Then again, there was really nothing he had that didn't need a trust to tell. She seemed like she was lost in thought, and Jacky was so curious to figure out what she was thinking about.
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Post by Valerie Lynn Monroe on Aug 28, 2009 18:50:37 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ "Well I believe you and I will get along just fine then," I said with a devious smirk, "I may not be the most social person, but at least I spend my time alone wisely. For instance, before I left I lit my step-dad's Mercedes on fire." I smiled at the memory of watching the car go up in flames, it had been amusing. Of course, the beating I'd gotten was horrible and caused the long cut from my right shoulder to my left hip to be made, he was really angry. It was worth it, though. And now I could do whatever I wanted and there would be no punishment like that, I never had to deal with a sharp blade running down my skin again.
As he ranted on about how I couldn't consider myself beautiful my face got even more heated. I looked back up at him with a sweet smile. "Thanks, I guess. I still don't believe you. I've actually never been told I'm pretty, besides my roommate, which was last night, and my dad, and that was a long time ago..." I trailed off, realizing that I was diving back into the past. I stopped on that topic and continued with a different one. "Trust I have issues with. Been hurt one too many times, I guess. And attention I'm just not a fan of, as you can probably tell I don't have much confidence in myself." I smiled shyly at him again. I didn't understand how he thought I was so beautiful. I didn't know why Damen thought so either. I was a wallflower, a plain girl. But somehow these two boys thought I was gorgeous. And I was wondering what the hell happened to people calling me 'average'.
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Post by jacky holster burkie on Aug 28, 2009 19:12:38 GMT -5
JACKY holster BUKRIE Jacky hurled with laughter at the image of a car going up in flames. He figured that she didn't like her step-dad, as most people didn't like their step-parents. Some did, but most didn't. Obviously she wouldn't have brought it up if she didn't lit his car on fire. "Daaammnn!" He said after his laughter died down, saying damn very exsagerated and drawn out. "Why didn't I of that?!" He said out loud. Of course, it wouldn't have been against his step-father, since he didn't have one. It CERTAINLY wouldn't have gone to his mother. Perhaps his real parents. They were close enough. Stupid fucking shitholes. He hated them. Every since he was beaten when he was little. He hated them. "We have to go light the principal's car on fire sometime, okay?" He said with a small smile, in attempt to knock his sudden bad thoughts away.
He rolled his eyes, making it clearly noticable. "Well, the other bastards haven't told you because their really jealous. I'm jealous. And your roommate seems to know what she's talking about." He only said 'she' because he only assumed that this roommate of hers was a girl. He heard they were CO-ED, but he didn't think a school could persue sex that easily, could they? Co-Ed rooms, from Jacky's point of view, was like going, 'here, have fun and be safe so you don't get pregnant'. He tilted his head to the right a little bit "Hurt?" He knew it was getting personal, but if she didn't want to answer, she would ignore it. Then again, he would know about getting hurt...
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Post by Valerie Lynn Monroe on Aug 28, 2009 20:37:00 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ I smirked at his idea about lighting the principal's car on fire. "Sounds like a plan. It's an expensive car, but I can hotwire anything," I said with a light laugh, "That should be entertaining." I knew it would be, setting the principal's car on fire. An untraceable action, we could pull it off. When he said 'she' I laughed. "He, you mean. Damen Rowan is my roommate, and I never get any sleep because I hate sleeping in the same room as a guy. It's just... I don't know, makes me uneasy. And the fact I think he likes me is even worse, because I'm not really looking for a boyfriend right now. I'd rather stay single. I hate co-ed rooms." I never mentioned that I liked Damen back, nor the fact that I was petrified to be rooming with him and to even consider dating him. I just smiled sweetly at Jacky, covering up all the nervousness I had about the dorm.
When he asked me if I'd been hurt my smile faded and I looked away from him. "Yes, physically and emotionally, and it's time to change the subject so," I said quickly, stopping any tears that were able to well up in my eyes, making it completely invisible that I was on the verge of crying before looking back up at him with a smile, "Anything you can suggest that'll help me cause general mayhem in this place?" It was a quick subject change onto something I knew would divert his attention. And that was exactly what I wanted to do.
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Post by jacky holster burkie on Aug 28, 2009 22:24:47 GMT -5
JACKY holster BUKRIE There was a small smirk on his face when she said he could hotwire anything. Now there was a girl for you. Not really Jacky's type, even if he really actually had a type. Maybe if he was interesting in dating, he would pick Val, but right now, it seemed they more of grew up together more then anything. "Oh yes, expesinve. I got some experience with expensive cars." He said, thinking of the time he and his brothers threatened someone for information. He gave it, of course, since he didn't want to be blown up with his car. It was helpful information, but unfortunatley, he also got his brother shot.
Oh, it was a he. Now he could understand what was troubling her so much. Or at least what seemed what was troubling her so much. "Ah, this is the same guy that called you pretty." He said. "Well, he has taste if he does like you." He sat up straighter, "What makes you think he likes you?" It wasn't that it was unbelievable, because it was, but there had been so many times a girl told Jacky the reason and Jacky told him the truth, which usually ends up saving a relationship. Most of the times it was with his brothers, but their they would never know what got between them and their ex-girlfriends.
Oh yes, she did want to change the subject, which was completely understandable as well. Jacky didn't expect her to answer, but he had to ask, because he was Jacky. She directed the conversation else where, and though he knew it was probably to change the subject, it still directed his attention toward that more then anything, "Oh, just be creative. They hate that." He said, saying it with a smirk on his face.
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Post by Valerie Lynn Monroe on Aug 28, 2009 22:53:52 GMT -5
_______________________________________________ When he asked what made me think Damen liked me, I frowned. "He's been trying really, really hard to get really, really close to me. Whether it be putting his hands on me or moving closer, he has been trying. It's pretty damn obvious he's trying to restrain himself from doing so, but obviously he's not very good at it. The other day he just randomly brushed his hand across my cheek and pushed one of my curls behind my ear, I was out of the cafeteria so fast after that," I smiled at that, "Though, I do like him, it's just..." I stopped when I realized what I was going to say and quickly changed my words, "I'm not looking for someone at the moment." That would work, or so I hoped.
At the mention of being creative I smirked. I was good at that. "I'm sure I can come up with something. Maybe I'm even better than you are at causing trouble," I winked and smirked at him. Of course I was better. I knew I was better. If there was one thing I was good at it was causing trouble... or anything artistic, of course. I had done more devious things than I could count. I highly doubted this boy was better than I was. "So, what's the worst thing you've done?" I asked, getting even more off the previous topic.
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Post by jacky holster burkie on Aug 29, 2009 19:58:17 GMT -5
JACKY holster BUKRIE Huh, that was a reason. It was a good reason, but Jacky wasn't sure that it was for her personality. His brothers did that to all of thier girlfriends, ESPECIALLY angel, who had a habit of getting close to every girl he could manage to grab. So hearing that, Jacky frowned. Though he had only known Val for a little bit now, it still seemed they were too much alike for words. Sure, their differences were small, like being social and not wanting attention, but both liked to cause trouble, curse, wasn't sure about people. Too bad she was human...
"Yep. Sounds like it. Though, if he lays a finger on you that you don't like, I'll make sure he gets the fucking message through." He told him. Maybe he was being protective. Eh, probably. Though he didn't like boys hitting on girls like that, which was one of the reasons he was always away from his brothers at bars and such. Unless they were a slutty trash whore, then by all means, but when it was a perfectally civiled person... wait, what was Jacky saying. Shaking his head violently, he realized that this damn school was screwing up his mind.
He heard that, and he shook his head, with a 'yeah right' face on, "Nu uh! That is so not true!" He said. Then he took a moment to think. Ah, the worst thing he had ever done. That was hard to say. He had done a lot of things. He had changed his grades a couple of times... but there was one that he remembered, "Stole and car and got away with it." He said, sticking out his tounge, showing the piercing hole with no tounge ring in it.
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