Early Birds!

[demonfire]

Estrik walked up to the Vigilante Hideaway-- this being the first visit since coming here with Crow-- and 'stared' out onto the sunrise. The birds were just beginning to wake up and starting to chirp. A slight breeze blew from the west then to the north, and clouds began to form overhead. He stuck the sharp end of his staff into one of the cracks in the tile and leaned on it, while hearing footsteps ascend the stairs, until they were here. So, a cloud gathered over-top Estrik and he summoned two pickles, one for him, and one for his guest.

[J-Bear!]

Jatza wandered the Vigilante Hideaway, searching for the major emotion source she felt. She climbed the stairs wearily, but with grandeur. She looked around and saw a boy, standing there watching the sunrise. She walked over to him, "Hello, I'm Jatza. What's your name?" She sat down, watching the sunrise.

[demonfire]

Estrik felt the elf next to him, and held up the pickle he had just summoned and held it up to her, "Hola, I'm Estrik. Pickle?" He asked after which he took a huge bite of his own "sour spud". "So Jazz, what brings you up to a the Hideaway at such an early hour?" he said while pulling up his hood to cover his eyes. No matter where he went, he still was self-conscience about his eyes, the "evil eyes" that Croatoan had given him when he entered his body. He made sure that the breeze didn't blow the hood off by holding with the hand with his pickle in it whenever a breeze blew.

[J-Bear!]

Jatza politely turned down the pickle. "Hola? What does that mean? Anyways, hello Estrik." She smiled amiably at him. Then her eyes widened. "You . . . You called me Jazz. How did you know that was my nickname?" Then she shook her head. "No, I musn't dwell on the past. By the way, I'm here to watch the sunrise." She observed him quietly, noting the self-consciousness that radiated off of him and how he covered his eyes. "Why are you covering your eyes like that? Don't answer if that's over the line, I tend to ask a lot of questions," she asked, in an almost mother-like tone, even though Estrik was almost certainly older than her.

[demonfire]

"Hola, it's Spanish for 'Hello', and I knew your nickname because for one it's an obvious one for a name like Jatza and because you used it so much it's practically branded into your thoughts," Estrik said while taking another bite of his pickle, almost the entire thing, and then continued to answer Jazz's questions, "Well, I don't need my eyes because I'm blind for one, and because they've got some kind of curse that can give people feelings of fear and paranoia if they are susceptible enough, so they are usually covered up," Estrik said, holding his hood up against the breeze and finishing his pickle, and then continuing on to the one Jazz kindly refused.

((lol, you should know what Hola means if you live in a Mexican infested town in Arizona.))

[J-Bear!]

((LMFAO I do, but Jazz is an elf. I have to stay in character. And EVERY town in AZ is infested with Mexicans. O.o))

"Spanish? Oh, like the country next to ummmmm . . . America, right? Sorry, I'm not very well-educated in human cultures." She nodded, remembering how she got Thor mixed up. "Oh . . . Well, it's just, my boyfriend gave me that nickname, and he died right after you came. No wonder it's branded into my - Wait. You can read minds? That's cool! I'm like that, only I read emotions. Like you were very self-conscious, I'm assuming about your eyes." She shrugged, that being a habit of hers since she got Yorry's jacket, which she was currently wearing. She buttoned it up halfway. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring that up." She shook hre head slightly to get the hair out of her face and said, "By the way, my name's not really Jatza, it's Jazmyne, but I guess Jazz would be even more obvious for that, right?" She smiled. Estrik seemed nice, like all of the other people she had met here.

[demonfire]

"Well, I'd hope I could read minds if I was a seer," Estrik responded, while taking a huge bite out of the pickle he held, and still leaning against his staff that was shoved into the crack. "Well, don't worry about the eyes I'm pretty much used to hearing worse stuff than that, like 'Il Diavolo', that's Italian for devil by the way. The world has grown to be too superficial." Estrik's hood was blown over his head, but he seemed not to notice, or not to care, seeing as they wouldn't effect Jazz. His eyes stared into the sky, like a pair of blank sentinels.

[J-Bear!]

Jazz dangled her legs over the edge of the roof. "Oh, that makes sense." She laughed; she was never able to tell races or classes or anything of the sort. "Well, that's not right. People shouldn't call you a devil because of your eyes." She frowned. "But you're right about the world being too superficial." She watched the sunrise, clouds seeming to be pulled towards the sun and gathering.

[demonfire]

"Well, sometimes you just have to roll with the punches. You've gotta play with the hand you were dealt, there aren't any do-overs in life," Estrik responded, still leaning against his staff. The clouds in the distance that were being almost pulled toward the sun now seemed to conjoin to form a super-being, that looked like it was beginning to form a symbol, although what it was was not noticeable yet. "The best part about this place is that it's just that, not superficial, people accept you for who you are, not what you look like."

[J-Bear!]

Jatza shrugged. "Yeah, but it's still not right. Actually, you should be grateful that's all I've said. Normally, I'd have gone into a rant by this time. I swear, this school is really calming, even though there's a bunch of fights." She smiled slightly. "Yeah, kinda like no one has mentioned my wings, or the burn marks on my skin, although that might be because I'm an elf." She laughed. Estrik seemed cool.

[demonfire]

"Well, every paradise has to have a few ticks," Estrik responded, "And rants are always good to get the blood flowing and to relieve stress." Estrik had really never been on a rant, seeing as he was mostly solitary after his brother died and never really talked in his travels. "But anyway, I never noticed that you had wings or burn marks, although that would be expected..." he said, fading out towards the end of 'expected'.

[hannah montana]

Clarik stepped up to the roof, sniffing as he wiped his nose with his wrist. He caught sight of the two other students and stuck his hands in his pockets shyly, stepping closer. "Hey," he greeted quietly, peering at them through his eyelashes and his longish bangs. "I'm Clarik..." Clarik trailed off, not knowing what else to say and not wanting to sound stupid. He almost punched himself for being so timid, but old habits die hard.

[demonfire]

Estrik got up from leaning on his staff and turned around to greet the new student, "Hello, I'm Estrik and this is Jatza. I hate to be rude but you must excuse me, I have some errands to attend to," he said, beginning to walk towards the stairs. "Don't worry, I'll be back later," He said with a smile on his face, while he began to walk down the stairs.

[J-Bear!]

Jazz's eyes brightened. She loved nervous people, because she was normally very shy around people herself. "Bye, Estrik!" She waved to him, and then formally introduced herself to Clarik. "Well met Clarik. I'm Jatza, as Estrik said." She smiled amiably at him.

[hannah montana]

Clarik found himself answering her smile with his own. He didn't usually smile around people he just met, but with her, it was impossible not too. "Good to meet you," Clarik said. He reached in his pockets for a cig, then gave it a second thought since this new girl was around and decided against smoking. "So, uh, Jatza...any good place to chill here?"