fire opals {OPEN}

[JETTA BLAISE KEIRAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] wearing It was incredible to Jet how he seemed to be part of the action, and yet dimensions away from it. He sat alone, blue eyes absently watching the crowd with a sort of distant apathy. He was alright with sitting alone, silently observing his schoolmates. He wasn't eating, like most of the other guys - Jetta wasn't too interested in the food that day, but he was very tempted to eat anyways. After all, he was a sixteen year old boy, and those weren't known for their attention to food quality. That black-haired boy in particular, as he had to stay fit and strong. He had always been slender, but there was strength there in his adolescent muscles. (Teenage testosterone helped.) He didn't look like much, but he definitely could be. Either way, it was hard to tell - his sleeves covered his arms, as well as a bit of his hands. It was clear Jet had paid some attention to his clothes, but not much. He wore a simple black cotton button-up shirt, unbuttoned completely to show the plain white tank top underneath. Also visible were perhaps too many necklaces - his usual and favorite cross necklace, a cheap Ed Hardy skull, and a string of ivory and black beads that hanged down lowest. They were all relatively cheap, less than twenty dollars total, but that was how a sixteen year old had to do sometimes. The most expensive things on him wee probably his rings. One, a plain silver band - it had been his grandmother's wedding ring. She passed it down to her daughter. And since she never got married and wasn't going to, the ring was handed down to Jetta. One day, his mother said, he'd give it to whomever he chose to marry, and it would continue down the family... But the boy wasn't so sure he'd ever be married, let alone have children. It wasn't on his to-do list, and was low on the list of things to do before he died. The other ring had a decidedly darker past but more certain future. It was his beloved fire opal ring, which cost a fortune and a half. According to his mother, the opal must have come straight out of Mexico. It had been Jet's father's when he was his son's current age. Alexander had kept the ring into adulthood, and it had only been found a year ago, and presented to Jetta as a birthday gift. Orange, just like Halloween (Jet's birthday), his mother said... But the boy knew better. At first he hated the ring, and kept it in a box simply because of what it was worth. But with time, his curiosity owned him and he wore his father's favorite ring. The boy kept fearing that maybe one of the older staff members would recognize the ring, if not the face, and utter the dreaded, "You're Alexander Nagel's boy, aren't you?" But that hadn't happened yet, and he could hide his lineage while wearing the ring that, despite himself, he had come to love. Never in a million years would he part with it. Casually, the boy withdrew his feet from the seat opposite him and also withdrew his phone from the pocket of his chain and lace-up addled jeans. He had nobody but his mother and company to text, so he simply traced the faux-jeweled patterns upon the case. The design in question was of a skull, wearing some pretty kickin' headphones. Jetta wanted to be like a fire opal. The color was intense yet mesmerizing, never overbearing. In fact, it had a sense of warmth to it... Instead, the boy was too hot-headed. If he were anything, it'd be obsidian. Smooth, sharp, and forged with the help of a volcano. Dark thoughts, he reflected with a smile. Just a teenage mind, amusing itself with angst-ridden teenage thoughts that were far too melodramatic to be true. Here Jetta was, comparing himself with rocks. How silly of him. Man, was it too late to grab lunch?

[JARETH MICHAEL EDWARDS]

Jareth Michael Edwards}

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Emo kids. They always thought they had it worse than anyone and for all Jareth knew maybe they did. Hell he was named after a character in a movie. The guy was a fire though and they did have to stay together. "Hey dude, you might want to get some chow before the water kids get to it." he called. He was wearing a clean football jersey and jeans with Nikes. His family only went for the best and it showed.

'I'm probably gonna regret this.' Jareth thought as he looked the kid over and noticed his ring. "Cool ring. My names Jareth but I go by Jay." he said as he offered the guy his hand. Turning slightly he looked at him and gave him that self assured grin that most people liked. It beat worrying about his mom that was for damn sure. He'd found more empty bottles of booze when he got home and had tossed them in the trash so the help wouldn't have to. Not that they really cared. They just snickered behind their hands.

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and one man in his time plays many parts

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[JETTA BLAISE KEIRAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] A voice greeted Jet's ears, and blue eyes leapt up to examine the speaker, their depths devoid of emotion now. Guarded was the correct word, but secretly skeptical would also have been true. Who was this, talking to him for no apparent reason? "I'm not hungry," Jetta lied, trying to place the face that now lingered before him. It was a face that he hadn't really noticed before, but he knew enough to mentally sort the stranger into Jet's own element. Weren't they in the same grade? Sad - the blue-eyed boy was normally so good with faces. My ring? Well, yes. It was a cool ring. "Thanks... Jay." Jet's eyes narrowed for a moment, before a little smirk tugged at his lips. "I like that movie, by the way." This Jareth looked almost disappointingly nothing like the Goblin King Jetta remembered from his childhood. As a child, and even into his very early teenage years, he'd watched the movie that had originally been given to him by his mother as a babysitter for both Jetta and the boy's uncle. Whether by chance or purposely named, Jareth's extended hand got a brief shake from Jet's own pale, rather slender hands. They seemed delicate, and certainly could be, but he vividly remembered throwing more punches than he took. "I'm Jetta... Jet for short." The boy rather liked his name. His mother was fond of J names, just as her mother had been. Turns out, maternal traditions were now falling on Jetta's head, and he didn't have a single problem with them. At least one part of his life was peaceful and loving. So, about Jay. Jetta personally thought the guy looked a little unlikely to be hanging around the more or less careless, slightly edgy blue-eyed spitfire. Not that Jay looked unappealing (he definitely had good looks, Jet noted), just that the sort of preppy style had never been Jet's favorite. Long ago, he'd have sneered at anyone wearing such clothing, accusing them of being conforming and the like. Those had been his real emo days, though of course the two elementals had no way of knowing the thoughts of the other were close. Besides, the light scars hidden by black cotton now said otherwise about Jetta. "So what brings you over?" One of the boy's trademark traits, his curiousity, laid beneath the question with innocent intent.

[JARETH MICHAEL EDWARDS]

Jareth Michael Edwards}

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The tough guy route, Jay could respect that. Hell he'd done it himself a few times. At least till his need for grub beat his need to be cool, "Its all cool." he shrugged and stretched a bit. He didn't like standing in place for too long cause the coach usually saw him and gave him something to do if he didn't look busy.

"It's my mom's favorite movie. Used to get a lot of crap for having the name but people are starting to be more chill about it." He shrugged and glanced at the kid, glad that he didn't have to go through the name thing with him, Jet's a cool name." he added after a moment, not wanting to be a total rude tool. The guy seemed cool and he was just feeling the need to move and change things up a bit ,"Was just...wanting to change stuff up. Not be a creature of habit." He shrugged and had the grace to look sheepish, ""Realized there was someone I didn't recognize from my element and figured I'd say hey. We need to stick together ya know?" he said with a shrug of his shoulders as he looked the other kid over a bit to come up with something to say. He normally was the guy that was popular but when you tried something different you never knew how things were going to go. What he didn't say was it beat worrying himself over his mom and dealing with his family crap. He just couldn't even deal today. Mom was a mess and he needed to get away from that.

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and one man in his time plays many parts

note: Sorry its not my best, recovering from stomach flu.
mood:Recovering from being sick.
tag:Jet, Open
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[JETTA BLAISE KEIRAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] Jet nodded in understanding - after all, there was a car that shared his name, a Volkswagen at that. But he liked his name nonetheless. It was pretty cool, he had to admit. And he was a little glad, not too much, to have a fellow fire around. Especially since the guy didn't seem like a stuck-up jerknozzle, like so many kids were these days. Crazy children, running around screeching their "SWAG" and "YOLO," it annoyed the hell out of Jetta. Then again, he was annoying at times too, with his dark and angry music, his dark clothes, his chain-and-lace jeans... He nodded along understandingly to Jay. "Man, I hear that," he responded emphatically, with a slight grin. Even if it seemed there were more fire students than ever, they definitely did have to stick together. That was the whole point of the strong divisions between elements, yes? The boy waved his arms in his best attempt at a welcoming invitation to sit down - as if he were the master of the table, sort of. Truthfully, he felt awkward sitting down and holding a conversation with a standing person. Also, he didn't exactly have fantastic social skills, and didn't really know what to say. Jet wasn't good at carrying a conversation between strangers, which sucked, because the only way strangers became more than strangers was conversation, or something drastic that was unlikely to happen to uneventful Jet. "Hey, you're in my grade, aren't you?" Small talk, great start. Jet really wished he'd had somebody to socialize with at home that was his age. Maybe if he had a sibling... But he knew that wasn't going to happen, and now that he thought about it, would he really want that? If it was a full brother or sister (hopefully a brother), that'd be just another copy of a good-for-nothing murderer. If it was Oliver's kid... Would that change the relationship Jet had with the guy? Jetta's life wasn't perfect, but he was content with what he had. Except... Except himself. Notes: Aw! I hope you feel all better soon!

[JARETH MICHAEL EDWARDS]

Jareth Michael Edwards}

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Seeig the other guy's gesture he sat down on the grass, glancing about to see who was out here today, "Yeah, we're in the same year I think." He agreed as he glanced over at Jetta and relaxed. This was the first time he wasn't on his feet and practicing for football and it felt nice to just relax and enjoy the sun. He exhaled and moved his neck so it popped gently.

"Did they teach you how to light candles today in class? Cause I tried to get it but my mind couldn't focus on more than just two." he admitted as he glanced at the other guy, "I've got to stay after and practice. I've got to get it right or my dad isn't going to let me live it down." he admitted, figuring he had to give a little to get a little back.

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and one man in his time plays many parts

note: Slowly catching up. Homework piles making it a bit slow.
mood:Tired. -.-
tag:Jet, Open
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[JETTA BLAISE KEIRAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] "Speech." Actions Whereas Jareth was glad to finally relax, Jet wasn't really that active in the first place. He was simply content to sit and absently finger the chains hanging from his jeans, blue eyes wandering. So same element, same grade too. Wow, how had they not met before? If Jet was ever to be a leader, he had to get to know people. The boy mentally scolded himself and went on with his life. Hey, candles. "I managed about three," he replied, "but by tomorrow I think I'll have four." Jet always had been good at his element, but not really by much. He internally winced at the word "dad." He wasn't sure if his father would care, or maybe he would - how was he supposed to know? He had exactly one conversation with his father, for a total of one minute, two years ago. It had involved how horrible prison was for him, and how much the son looked like the father. It wasn't very heartwarming, or even eye-opening. It had just made Jet uncomfortable and angry, to hear things he already knew from a man that had no right to even call Jetta his son. And Oliver, the closest thing Jet had to a father, wouldn't understand. He wasn't an elemental, and the next time they'd see each other was a school break. Weekends? Too far away. Maybe one day he could get a well-paying job and help move his family to Maple Hollow. Though they weren't elementals, they knew everything already. He could visit them when he wasn't in school, but by that time he'd be in college most likely... Whatever. "You'll get the hang of it, I'm sure." He tried to give a friendly smile, though it fell a little flat. "If I can do it, anybody can."

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[JARETH MICHAEL EDWARDS]

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"Wow, three? You're doing great. I'll need to practice more to catch up." he said with a grin for the other guy. His eyes taking in his clothing and demeanor, "I'll keep at it. Can't get behind." he said as he relaxed and felt a bit of emotional weight off his shoulders.

The day was nice but he didn't wanna kept Jetta away from food. "Hey, if you need to go eat go for it. I don't mean to distract you." he said casually as he jerked his head towards the cafeteria. "I'm just trying to change stuff up and try something new. Glad I stopped by to talk though." Jetta seemed open to the conversation and Jareth found himself opening up in response. He felt the grass under his rough palms and stretched lightly. He'd have to go soon but he wanted to be cool about it and not make Jet feel like he was dissing him.

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