jordan

Who: Jordan and Dessicant
When: Some point when the sun is still up
Where: A semi-secluded place in the park

Who: Gabe and Jordan
Where: Lakeview Arena Skating Rink
When: Noon

Even indoors, the air was cool on the ice rink. There hadn't been enough people around to play a game of hockey, but Gabe found circling the rink to be a nice escape in itself. It was like running, but faster, freer, as close to flying as he was sure he could get. Once it got cold enough, he would do this outside on the lake; it would be practically impossible to get him off the ice at that point. Now, when he was forced to skate indoors if he wanted to skate at all, he had to take a break from time to time. In this case, it was when he realized he'd barely eaten anything since Thursday.

Who: Jordan & Chance
When: Late morning
Where: Magical thing called, the phone!

Jordan hadn't talked to Chance. She'd talked to Herbert but not Chance. And after the call the other day she wasn't so sure she wanted to- but she needed to know he was ok. Her parents hadn't wanted her to leave, but she'd been cooped up with them all the previous day and she'd also used up a lot of energy fighting the shadow things that she -needed- to go out. After about an hour arguing they conceded, mainly because there hadn't been a shadow sighting all morning. So, out she went. That also gave her the privacy from her doting parents to talk to her friend.

Who: Herbert and Jordan
Where: The phone
When: 10:30AMish

Well, one phone call had gone okay-- if you counted Charlotte being terribly upset "okay". At least she had picked up, and at least she wasn't hurt. Or, well, hadn't actually been attacked, anyway. Herbert spent a moment or two playing with Elda before he went for the next number he had, Jordan. Still using the home phone, to save on the by-the-minute cell phone, he dialed the number in and waited worriedly for someone to pick up. After leaving two messages and getting one call, he was hoping for a continued break in the trend.

Who: Chance and Jordan
Where: Phone
When: Afternoon

After Hannah had left to take a walk and get some fresh air, Chance got to cleaning up some of the worst parts of the house. The glass and some broken wood. The better the house looked, the less likely his mom would freak out later, when Hannah was gone. He was tired, more than a little scratched up, and hungry. Only he wasn't really hungry for food which sort of threw him, but it wasn't like he could go out and seek out someone with a cloud of negative energy around him. That just felt a bit too weird at that moment.

Once the floors were swept and some broken items tossed, Chance picked up his phone, scrolled through the names quickly and landed on Jordan. He hit the button to call her and flopped onto the couch, rubbing once hand over his face while it rang.

Who: Jordan and Dessicant
Where: The Supermarket
When: After school

Ditching band practice, avoiding Chance, avoiding home and her parents, trying to figure out who she was and where her life was going Jordan found herself in the magazine section of the supermarket. As she flipped through a Rolling Stone, a woman walked up and started to look at the birthday gift cards behind her. Jordan glanced over at the woman, who was completely unaware that she was there and slowly reached out. The woman was occupied by her search that Jordan probably could have snagged her purse from her cart and walked away, instead she carefully grazed the small of the woman's back with her fingers and pulled a bit of energy from her.

Quickly, Jordan pulled her hand back and turned the page on the magazine barely in time for the woman to turn around and look at the gothic teenager behind her. As if by instinct, she pulled her purse closer to her and grabbed one of the cards before leaving the isle.

Who: Chance & Jordan
When: 11amish
Where: Over the phones/Chance's house

Spending the past couple days in a blind fog of white noise and dark shapes Jordan felt more like she was stuck in a Michael Keaton movie than real life (though the Nathan Fillion sequel was much better). She woke on Saturday morning fully expecting to be in the same fog but to her suprise things were much clearer than they'd been. Each day it had gotten better, but today she at least could make out what things were behind the veil of static, like trying to watch scrambled porn without the flickering.

Who: Jordan and Rubius
Where: The Park
When: After Dark

Things were not going well with Jordan, she'd gotten food after her run in with the stranger but it had done little to help her. She seemed to have gotten even worse and the urges had grown even stronger. Covered by the large trenchcoat Jordan walked through the park, trying to stay away from people she went to the park. She couldn't risk going home, the urges were too strong she didn't know if she could keep herself from feeding from her own father. So, she'd stay in the park.

Who: Dessicant and Jordan
Where: The Art on the Rocks show
When: Late afternoon

The demon was enjoying himself terribly. Crowded places-- that were not blessed to the Beyond and back-- were rife with chaos and easy to disrupt in small ways to make everyone's day a little more miserable. Things like this were exactly what someone of Dessicant's meager cursing ability lived for: when it was important that things run smoothly, one small thing going wrong could cause so much trouble. He'd thrown away three small curses already, one on a tarp peg that decided it didn't want to stay stuck in the ground anymore, one on a stand for some china plates which promptly broke and cracked the hand-painted pottery, and one on the clasp holding up a woven rug which suddenly let go of its burden, letting it flop and fall against the ones next to it. Then he drank in the resulting irritation and chaos like a fine wine, breathing comfortably for the first time in days. Aaah, this was the life....

Who: Jordan and Herbert
When: Late afternoon – After school
Where: Trowbridge park

The only reason Jordan knew what day it was, was because she’d had school today and that meant it was a weekday. Time seemed to just pass so strangely since Devon had died. She wasn’t even sure she’d made it to all of her classes today. She was pretty sure this is what they normally call depression.

Jordan, not wanting to go home and listen to her mother worry over her- the comment last night about ‘seeing someone’ being the last straw- she went to the park instead and walked. She’d really not been to the park since… well she couldn’t remember the last time she’s been to the park. Jordan was dressed in her normal dark colors, black jeans, boots, button-up and Devon’s trench. Her book bag was draped over her shoulder and her hands shoved deep in her pockets. As she walked her eyes ran along the trail, they were red (had been for a few days) but her tears were long gone.

Who: Herbert and Jordan
Where: School!
When: Lunchtime

Herbert stood outside the cafeteria, hoping Jordan didn't mind eating outside. The rain had stopped, but it was still a little damp. Maybe they could sit on the front steps instead of the grass, or something. But sitting inside meant he probably wouldn't be able to hear a thing she said, so... outside.

Who: Jordan and Herbert
When: Late afternoon
Where: The streets

Jordan walked with her arms wrapped tightly around Devon's trench coat. Underneath she wore simple clothes, not her normal goth spread, of jeans and a t-shirt from one of the school plays. She wasn't wearing any make-up and her eyes were very red. She'd locked herself in her bedroom for nearly three days since Chance came and told her of Devon's passing and only now did she venture out.

Her emergence wasn't due to some need to clarity, or reflection on the world or even to heal. The only reason she was out was so she didn't have to listen to her mother try to convince her to go outside, or to see Chance or to do something while trying to hide her own tears from her daughter. She was furious her mother had gotten so emotional over Devon's passing. She'd never really seemed to like him to begin with and was convinced she was acting it up for sympathy.

She wasn't really looking where she was going, her eyes focused on the sidewalk and her head down. Jordan sniffed a little, not having any fresh tears to cry at the moment and not knowing where she was going, all she could do was wander aimlessly.

Who: Chance and Jordan
When: Early morning
Where: Jordan's house

It'd taken him some time to get out the funk he was in since his argument with Kaysen the other day. He'd driven by her house a couple times, just to check to make sure she was okay. Of course, he couldn't actually see into her bedroom, but he thought he saw her curtains move a few times. He had every intention of going over to her house at some point that day to talk to her. He didn't feel he needed to apologize, but not talking to her was driving him insane.

Who: Dean and Jordan
Where: In town
When: Early afternoon

Apparently Sophie was going to be taking longer than she'd initially thought, which left Dean wandering round town. Really, he thought that it was a conspiracy to get him out of the hose. He wasn't stupid, he could imagine Oz and Sophie deciding that him hanging around the house waiting to see if Thia would come back would be 'bad for him' and so he'd been lulled into town under the pretence of a driving lesson and then left to wander. Which was what he was currently doing, looking in shop windows and trying to figure things out. Things looked... odd... to him - some of the stores were closed, others boarded up. Signs of the nighttime troubles Marquette was experiencing. A whole lot of Not Good.

He wandered until he turned a corner - and promply walked in to someone - he really should look where he was going.

Who: Jordan and Chance
When: After lunch
Where: School then the hospital

Who: Jordan and Sammy
Where: Lunchroom; MSHS
When: Lunch hour

Yesterday the crowded lunch room had been understandable - it had been raining, who would want to eat outside in that? Today? The crowded lunchroom was less understandable. No rain, so...why was the lunchroom so crowded? ...and why was he eating in here, too? Hrn. Maybe it was because it felt safer inside than outside. That was probably it. Sammy held his bagged-lunch closer as he wove his way in and out of the crowd until he came to a semi-empty table. Stepping out of the way of yet another person Sammy leaned forward and knocked on the table, a questioning look in his eyes as he indicated the empty chair opposite the blond girl who was the only person at this end of the table. Was the seat taken?

Who: Herbert and Jordan
Where: School hallways
When: Between second and third period

Herbert was on his way back from his locker, on his way to PE, when he spotted a familiar blond head in the hall ahead of him, and caught a whiff, amidst the myriad scents in the hall, of a familiar make-upped smell. The werebear had hardly caught sight of Jordan since school started, for all it was a small school. Maybe it was all the tragedy distracting him, but he felt positively horrible for not seeking her out to say hello, at least.

Better late than never, though. He waded through the sea of people towards her, waving cheerfully. "Jordan!"

Who: Chance and Jordan
Where: School/Hospital
When: After school

Who: Chance and Jordan
When: Before school
Where: Texting

C -
I can't go, I know I wanted to, but I can't. Go with Kaysen. I'll see you later.
-Jac

who: caleb and open
where: mshs
when: morning

One of the first things Caleb noticed was there were a great lot of students not in class. It was sort of like they all had a free day where people were vaguely in the building, but weren't necessarily required to be anywhere specific. He half ducked his head in on the memorial, though that was mostly just to see if Chrissy was playing up some terrible loss for her, which it appeared she was. He didn't have the stomach for that. Therefore, not feeling like he should get into an argument with someone who was playing up an emotional shit storm due to a violent random death--Caleb was wandering.

His head was a messy place. He really couldn't make heads or tails of anything. He was pretty sure sense had left town a while back. Probably around the time he'd tried to kill himself. Yeah, that seemed about right. Weren't confusing things supposed to get better, though? He was definitely under the impression that eventually the fucking fog was supposed to clear and things were meant to make sense again. And oh hey look. Nope. In fact, they made less sense now than then. At least then he'd had some clarity. Or, he thought he did, in retrospect. He paused and leaned against the wall, staring out the window at the day outside as he considered leaving. Might be his best bet.

Who: chance and jordan
when: 10:34am
Where: via text

C - What are you doing right now? Can you come over? Did you read the paper? I need you please! - J

Who: Chance and Jordan
When: Lunch!
Where: Cafeteria

Who: Chance and Jordan
When: Early evening
Where: Text Messages

7:15
To: Jac
From: Chance

j - i'm sorry I haven't been in touch. things have been crazy, though i know that's not a good excuse. but i miss you. think we can have lunch tomorrow? you can play me your song. - c

Who: Jordan and Chance
When: Starting at 10:14am
Where: Via cell phone at MSHS

Jordan sat in her desk, listening to the teacher drone on and was pretending to take notes, but -as she had been all week- she was really working on a different kind of notes. Quietly pressing out the music on her thigh, mentally singing the song and fixing a part here or there she got to the end of the pages and stopped. It took her a moment to realize why she'd stopped, then it hit her.

Who: Jez and Jordan
Where: MSHS
When: Theatre Tech Class

Jordan had arrived early yet again. There was just something about this passing period that took like thirty seconds for her to do. Probably because she already had everything for the class in her bag so she wouldn't -have- to stop by her locker. Well at least she used the time before class wisely to work on the never gonna be finished song. Today was another dark clothes day for Jordan as well (her mother kept threatening to 'whiten' up her wardrobe) with a long skirt, boots and peasant style black shirt that exposed her shoulders and the spaghetti straps of her undershirt (when it didn't slip up over them). Jac tapped her pencil on the desk as she mimicked the notes off the page before her on the desk.

Who: Fallon and Jordan
When: Theatre Tech Class
Where: MSHS

Jordan had arrived early to class and plopped down into a seat. She was dressed in all black as usual, a skirt today pleated and black boots that zipped up the sides, tight black shirt with fishnet sleeves that hung over her sleeves with holes that slipped over her thumbs. She pulled out her notebook while she waited, and continued the work on the still unfinished song. Still no lyrics, but the notes were coming along.

Who: Jordan and Melrose
When: After lunch
Where: At School

Who: Jordan and Lulu
Where: Jordan's house
When: Afternoon

Jordan's mother had prepared a couple of sandwiches of turkey and cheese for the girls lessons and made sure there were sodas and juice available for them as well. Jordan tried her best not to laugh when her mother was in the room, not used to her doting so much. What could you do? Her mother was just trying to impress this complete stranger she'd invited into her house. The sad thing was it wasn't even the person coming over she was trying to impress, she was trying to impress the girls mother in a round about way, hoping that she would be asked 'how did it go?' and that this complete stranger who's being paid to come over will say something like 'oh it was wonderful! So clean, good food, and the best people in the world.' It was pathetic, that's what it was.

Jordan sighed as her mother took one last stop in the den to remind her of the drinks in the fridge and that she would just be upstairs in her office if they needed anything. Jordan had little, if even that, of her mothers enthusiasm. She wore black jeans with black sneakers, and a lacy black blouse that wore tight around the collar and wrists. Her notepad was on the small coffee table before her next to the plate of sandwiches, while she was sitting sprawled out on the couch waiting for this girl to arrive.

Who: Jordan (and her parents) & Lullaby
Where: Via the Telephone
When: Noon

"It's for your own good." Jordan's mother kept telling her despite the many times she thrust her notepad baring the word 'I don't need to learn it!!!!!!' in her mother face. Her fight was seemingly futile as her mother picked up the phone and dialed the number she had scribbled down on the pad by the phone. Jordan had been fighting with her mother all morning (well as much fighting as you can do via notepad). Her mother wanted her to learn sign language, if she was going to not talk then she would learn how to communicate. Jordan was -sure- her mother was planning on setting her up with a 'translator' person the next school year so she could sign and the person could speak her comments. It was just apart of her big plan. Jordan had watched as her mother called the school and found a tutor who could teach sign, her mother said it was a dream come true. Jordan thought of it as a cop-out. She had sworn that she wouldn't speak a word until Devon got better, wasn't signing just another way of speaking, wouldn't that be cheating?

"Hello, is this the Draven Residence?" Her mother asked in her 'phone voice' which was much higher than her normal voice. "My name is Hannah Carter, I was hoping to get a hold of Lullaby Draven. I'm looking to set up tutoring sessions with my daughter." She said, waiting for a response.