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Post by Melanthe Ross on Jun 9, 2008 19:37:06 GMT -5
It was a cool Friday night. Luckily, it was still summer, but fall was approaching. It would soon be upon them, much to Melanthe's sadness. Then her fun nights up at the Star wouldn't occur as often. Yes, she actually had fun at the Star. Sure, she was sick of this small town. Sick of the confining place where nobody ever came, and where she would never be noticed. But still, it had some awesome qualities, like the Roanoke Star, the pride and joy of the Roanoke Valley. Woo.
Driving her car, a Honda Accord, she ascended the mountain. It was a tiring drive, circling the mountain, mostly anyways. It was boring, but usually worth it. You could find all kinds of people up at the Star. Once, she actually saw two guys, both with "escorts." One of the pair had disappeared into the woods, doing who knows what. But it was funny, really. There were also all these crazy tourists, usually.
Finally, making it to the parking lot for the star, she took out the key, stepped out, and locked her doors. She didn't trust anybody, especially up at the Star. Of course, there was also the fact that if they really wanted something, they'd break the windows, but she didn't care to think about that. She finished topping the Mountain, and saw the familiar glow of the three colors of the Star. Until the attacks several years ago, the star had actually been white, and rumors had it, a long time ago, it was red, and had killed someone, but she doubted the last part, and her parents knew nothing about it.
She often came up to the Star to relax, and sometimes even hang out with some of her friends. Contrary to her school's belief, they were most definitely not a gang, her and her friends. They didn't vandalize property. Heck, Melanthe had a thing about respecting people's property, much the annoyance of her friends, usually. Then again, when she went on that, they were usually stoned, or something like that.
On this night, Melanthe was planning on meeting with her friends. Although, now, most of them got bored of the nights at the Star. But to her, the glow of it was oddly relaxing to her, calming any nerves she had at the time. It was probably the one thing she would miss when she left to be bigger, to possibly, hopefully be famous. So, she sat on the stone wall in front of the Star, and waited. Hey, even if her friends didn't show up, she'd have a lot of fun anyways. There were always teenagers hanging around up here. Maybe she would actually converse with them. Melanthe waited quietly, the warm wind pushing her black hair around.
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Post by Jordan Ainsworth on Jun 11, 2008 20:50:10 GMT -5
when everything's meant to be broken i just want you to know who i am It was lucky that the night that he chose to drive up to the mountain was basically perfect in every way. The weather was cool, there was a nice breeze and there wasn't any high humidity, and the sky was just so clear. Jordan leaned against the hood of his car, sitting on the front and keeping one of his heels propped up against the silver Infiniti's license plate. He was a regular at the Star, taking that long drive to the mountain at least once a week.
It had always cleared his head, and it was also an enjoyable thing - the view from there was always breathtaking, and there were always people he knew that were hanging around. Feeling a breeze against his face, he closed his eyes briefly and exhaled, breathing in the cool clean air. No one was really around yet, it was usually around midnight or so when people arrived to hang or get high. Of course, it wasn't his thing, but the occasional didn't hurt. It was barely ten-thirty, and he was starting to get bored of the silence, or just doing nothing in general.
Another car arrived soon after, and Jordan's trance was broken by the sound of the dying engine. He couldn't make out the driver in the front due to the descending darkness, but he could tell it was a girl - obviously, when she got out of the driver's seat. Getting up off the hood of his own car, he stood tall and put his hands in his pockets, deciding to walk over to get a closer look to see if it was anyone he knew. Politely, he called out to her to get her attention. "Hey!" His voice sounded pretty weak up here, the silence giving it a small echo.
OOC ;; ughhh sorry it sucks >_< I just wanted to post, lol.
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Post by Melanthe Ross on Jun 11, 2008 21:32:33 GMT -5
The night was cool, blowing softly through the windows of her car as she ascended the mountain. She hated being poor. She couldn't afford a really good car, her Accord being made in 1991, and a fourth generation Accord, definitely not the best there was. It was old, and she was usually lucky to get up to the Star without breaking down once. Heck, she was lucky to get anywhere without the thing breaking down. Hopefully, she'd get out of this dumpy town and become famous, and her music might be known, or perhaps her art or writing. She was lucky to be talented with all three. Anyways, maybe some talent of hers would be known, and she could actually get money, and get a better vehicle. Who knew?
As she reached the parking lot, she noticed a Infiniti already in the parking lot. Curse the rich folk that could afford a car. She grumbled in annoyance at the person's wealth as she pulled in the space two parking places away, quickly cutting the engine. However, as she clambered from the driver's seat and stood up, someone called out to her. Oh great. He was walking away from the silver Infiniti. She could tell it was a he, though, even in the darkness, as it was the shaded part of the parking lot. "What?" She snapped, still brooding over the money factor, and her broken down little car.
{{Nah, it's okay! ^^}}
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Post by Jordan Ainsworth on Jun 11, 2008 21:50:33 GMT -5
Taken aback at the snapping response from the girl, Jordan kinda stopped where he was and stepped back, the dirt and asphalt on the ground making a sound as his weight shifted from one leg to the other. A better look at her made a frown appear on his face - she looked interesting and like she was usually nice or something, but she was just flat out rude to him, and he had done nothing but say hey. But he did want to know why she sounded so pissed, or looked at him that way - did she know him?
Of course, he could never get out and find a night where he could encounter someone that was just freaking normal around this town - honestly, the rivalries were getting too much. "Take it easy," he said slowly, looking at her, "I just wanted to...uh..."
What did he want to do, anyway? Well, he wanted to talk or something - but obviously she shot him down without a hesitation. Jordan scanned her, his hands still in his pockets. Nope, she didn't look familiar and like anyone he knew - granted, she looked similar to some of his friends and she was pretty...but he didn't know her from school, which meant that she probably went to Lucy Madison. Jordan pushed the thought of a boyfriend coming to hunt him down after this encounter - hopefully not to much shit would come from this weird meeting. Freaking rivalry.
He just sounded too creepy at the moment, so he gave a defeated sigh. Turning around on his heel, Jordan ran one of his thin hands through his choppy dark hair. "Nevermind," he started slowly, rubbing the back of his neck, "I was just gonna ask your name and if you wanted to hang around since no one is up here or there closer near the Star...but uh, sorry to bother you..." This was pretty odd - then again, Jordan wasn't exactly the social butterfly. It wasn't in his nature like it was with some people - he just was nice, that's all.
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Post by Melanthe Ross on Jun 11, 2008 22:00:55 GMT -5
Melanthe suppressed laughter at the guy's reaction. A tad overreacting, maybe? Whatever. It wasn't that she didn't like him. Hell, she didn't even think she knew him. Probably went to Lording's. Looking at the car, he most likely did. Frankly, she wouldn't mind his company. She wasn't one of the people at her school that went all maniac on the Lording's kids. Hell, if she had the money, she would be one herself. But even with the small scholarship she had been offered, they couldn't afford the place. Kinda sad, really. They couldn't afford tuition even with a scholarship. And she knew that her parents didn't want to be in debt to the school. So they sent her to Lucy Madison, with much reluctance on her part.
She sighed. "Sorry. Gods, I'm just pissed at my parents."True enough, but still a slight lie."You don't have to go all freakazoid on me. I've enough freaks on my tail all the time." This wasn't a lie, not in her perspective. Saralynn always had those freakish prep girls at their house, annoying little bitches. She nervously chewed her bottom lip, her eyelinered eyes watching him, looking him over. He was definitely cute, that was for sure. Perhaps a bit quick to judge someone. But that didn't matter, he was quite attractive. "I'm Melanthe. And who might you be?" She lifted an eyebrow in question.
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Post by Jordan Ainsworth on Jun 17, 2008 8:32:47 GMT -5
Looking back at her as his feet came to a stop at her words, Jordan's eyes scanned her again curiously. Did she just call him a freak? Well, whatever - she sounded exasperated and frustrated herself, so he took the reason she gave him as logical. Shrugging, a slight smile came to his lips as he turned around fully and rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand. "This isn't me going freakazoid, that would be terrible and actually really funny if I did though," he said, amused as he walked back near her and trying to surpress the hint of his English accent. "But okay, we can call it that, I am kind of a freak anyway." The smile was getting bigger.
She gave him her name, and Jordan nodded. "You know, that's a real pretty name. I'll call you Mel, though - I'm sure you don't really have people calling you by your full name all the time." Holding out a hand for her, he continued to introduce himself as well. "I'll let you in on a secret though. My real name is James, but no one calls me that unless they're my parents - call me Jordan, it's my middle name but I think it suits me better." He looked up at the Star, gazing at it's light against the darkened sky. "I haven't seen you before, have I? I think I might have - I mean, I'm pretty sure I have - but not around school, at least...do you go to Lording or Lucy Madison?" Quickly, he added quietly, just in case, "And for the record, I don't judge people by their school like some of the other dumb twits in this town..." Sigh. Dumb rivalries.
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Post by Melanthe Ross on Jun 17, 2008 14:47:29 GMT -5
Thank goodness. She had thought this guy, someone she didn't even know, would hate her for being snappish. Bitter thoughts led to bitter replies, didn't it. And it could lead to fights, or simple rivalry. But he didn't seem to to hold a grudge. "Ah, would it now?" She inquired, teasing this person she didn't know. Although, it happened often. She had no problems talking to strangers. In his words, she heard a hint of an English accent, but she didn't say anything about it. "Ah, you're not a freak." She said. She didn't think anybody, except her sister and her sister's "friends", freaks.
"Oh, thank you. I think it's kinda odd. Mel's fine, most people call me that anyways. My parents are weirdos. Melanthe? What kind of name is that?" She watched him stick out a hand, and she took it, grinning and shaking it. At his little "secret" she laughed. "You don't look like a James, if you ask me." She remarked, smiling. "Yeah, Jordan does suit you better. A heck of a lot better." She saw his gaze turn to the star, and looked too.
"I don't think I've seen you either. Not at school. I go to stupid Lucy Madison. You go to Lording's?" She grinned as he hastily assured her that he thought the rivalry dumb. "I think the rivalries dumb, too. A waste of time, and breath, too." She said, a light giggle escaping her lips. The rivalry was dumb. Why take time to insult another school? And, in the case of the students at Lucy Madison, a way better school?
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Post by Jordan Ainsworth on Jun 19, 2008 13:09:10 GMT -5
"Mhm." He nodded at the teasing, and he smiled and winked when she assured him he wasn't a freak. "Well, we'll see what you think later." Jordan was finding her amusing and interesting to talk to - her disposition had definitely changed since a few moments ago. He laughed at her reaction to her name as she reached for his hand and continued through to shake it. "Parents are weird. It is a pretty name, but it's a bit over the top for one person to handle. Mel suits you as a nickname, but you're unique because of your own name..."
He snickered once more. "Gosh, I mean, I guess James Ainsworth suited me when I lived in London but like, it's not a name that most people would think to be for me - but then again I was that overly classy-looking British kid in school anyway, and James rolls off the tongue better in university. Now, Jordan...it's a better and less common name, and it sounds cool with my last name." He smiled. "I think it suits me better, too. But enough about that, I sound retarded."
Jordan glanced at her - he was pleased to find the same reaction coming from Melanthe when he mentioned the rivalries. "It's real stupid how they put everything against each other, fucking idiots. You can't be friends without like, being all "oh he or she goes to the dumb school" or whatever with all that football nonsense and stuff...it's just real stupid." He laughed at himself and added, apologetically, "Yeahhh, I sound like a total snob, sorry...I do go to Lording's. My mum went there, her family is from around here. But my cousins go to Lucy Madison. Maybe you know them...though, they are quite opposite people."
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Post by Melanthe Ross on Jun 19, 2008 19:37:42 GMT -5
Melanthe smirked. "Really? Well, then. We'll see, then, as you said," She replied. She highly doubted that he was a freak, as he hinted he might be. "Parents, weird? Who would've ever thought of that?" She said, laughing. Parents were pretty much the epitome of weird. In her world anyways. Her parents, who thought Sara was pretty much perfection, were probably the weirdest ones ever. They were never home, and thought that bitchy, slutty, preppy Saralynn was the perfect daughter. As if.
Ah. So he had lived in London. That was the hint of an English accent came from. She had thought she heard it, but it was so faint, she hadn't been sure of it. He must've been here for a year at least, to have so little an accent of his place of living. That, or he had been in London for a while, picked up an accent, and had come back. But the first seemed more likely. "James does seem a more British fitting name, but it still doesn't fit you. You don't look like a James. A classy kid? James kinda seems a sorta butler-ish name. Sorta...I guess.." She trailed off with a laugh. "Yeah, Jordan is a lot better. You don't sound retarded. Well...maybe a bit, just talking about names." She said. He made a mention of Jordan fitting with his last name, but she couldn't say anything on that matter; she'd no idea of his last name, for he hadn't mentioned it yet.
"I know. And how everybody here is all obsessed with football, too. They don't think anything of the other sports. Not that I care much for sports, anyways. But it seems so cliché about football. Not to mention that us and Lording's can't seem to play a game of it without somehow doing something to the other team." She rolled her eyes. She hated how the rivalry between them, mostly the jocks and preps being the head of such rivalries, ran so deep, and they couldn't get over it. "Ah, well, that's cool. I might know your cousins, I dunno."
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Post by Jordan Ainsworth on Jun 20, 2008 9:18:49 GMT -5
Jordan laughed again, the hand still playing with the front of his hair as the wisps moved in front of his forehead and in the way of his eyes. "Butler...hahaha." He put one of his arms behind his back and bent over in a courteous manner. "After you, madame?" He shook his head, strangely amused - maybe the lights coming from the star was making him high or something. Standing up straight again, he smiled, crossing his arms again. "Okay, conclusions - our real names don't really suit us but our nicknames and alternative ones do." It was a funny first conversation to have, and at least she had a sense of humor and amusement from what they were talking about anyway. Her sarcasm was also very similar to his own, which was also a plus.
"So enough about names then...I tend to get sidetracked or talk about one silly thing all the time for too long - which is the same in this case. Anyway..." He nodded in agreement to the words that followed. "Football in the UK is soccer, and I'm fine with watching that and being all intense, but the stuff going on here is nuts. High school students being all...ick. I went to one game between our schools and that was like, the biggest mistake and waste of my time ever." It was true - he had promised to go with one of his friends, and he was so reluctant to go because the school rivalry was too intense and very legendary to everyone else - he didn't want to bother. But he went, and it was the dumbest thing ever. "Funny thing is, I don't even remember who won or lost, but I do know I'm glad I'm not one of those people."
Raising a finger to his lips, he looked very thoughtful as he stood at an angle. "Well, if you do know either Lucas or Robyn Lawson, they're my cousins through my mom's side. I feel like you'd be more likely to really know Robyn than Lucas, since I hear he's become an asshole to people at school or something..." He frowned a little - he hadn't seen either of them in a few weeks, more importantly Robyn rather than Lucas, since she was closer to him than he was.
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Post by Melanthe Ross on Jun 22, 2008 13:57:42 GMT -5
Mel laughed as Jordan imitated a butler. It was true. To her, James kinda seemed butler-ish. Apparently, not everybody thought so, but she did. And that was what counted. To her, anyways. "Ah, thank you sir," she replied, giggling. She pretended to curtsy, which was simply grabbed the ends of her jeans and making a curtsy-bow thing. She also said the words in a completely fake British accent. Her eyes danced in merriment at the amusing moment that had just occurred. It was odd, really; she was standing here, speaking to a complete stranger. Sure, he was her age, but she knew nothing of him. But she didn't care. She often did talk to random people. Especially if they seemed interesting. "That conclusion sounds good to me," She replied in a sing-song voice, her smile still gracing her lips.
"Okie dokie, then." She replied, hopping up onto the brick wall and laying on the grass, upon which the Star was perched. She looked up at the Star and at the cloudy sky above it, through which blinking lights shone. She looked down at Jordan as he spoke again. She grinned at the mention of going to a football game. She had gone to most of them, since freshman year. Not to actually watch the game, though. She only went to hang out with her friends. They never actually watched it, and only looked up when the cheering was loud and annoying. But it was, overall, fun just to hang out with them. "Yeah, I learned about how football is soccer. Although, when you think about it, the name football for us is stupid. You don't use the feet much, except to kick it for kick-off, turn-overs, and field goals." Contrary to what some believed, she actually did know a good deal about football. That was what you got when you didn't like the sport your father adored so much, and he attempted to explain it to you. Even if he succeeded in explaining it. "I know. It's waay too boring, and just generally stupid. I go to the games, but only to hang out with my friends. We never bother watching it." At the mention of him not remembering the result, she laughed.
Mel watched him in curiosity as he placed one of his fingers to his lips, and then spoke. At the mention of Robyn Lawson, she grinned. "Robyn?? She's awesome and amazing!" She exclaimed. The girl in question was a part of her group, actually. Or her "gang" as most everybody else thought. "Robyn is one of my friends, and is one of the many people that I hang out with everyday." She grinned, delighted. Hey, they had someone they both knew in common, which was a good start to friendship, wasn't it?
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