{OPEN} i'm six feet below

[JETTA BLAISE KEIRAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] "Speech." Actions It was a lazy Thursday afternoon, for Jet anyways. He laid out beneath a tree, casual as can be, books in the leather backpack that he used to help prop himself up against a tree. With classes over for the day, he was more than content to relax with his guitar. He'd bought it with several years of saved-up birthday money and taught himself how to play it until he got pretty good. He kept it close to his bed most times, and when it wouldn't disturb others, he'd play acoustic versions of those violent songs on his iPhone. That phone laid beside him, earphones plugged in though no music was playing, and they laid on the ground. The boy had gone for a lazy look that day - hoodie, loose jeans (that was unusual for him, lazy or not), plain converse... As always, he wore his fire opal ring and his favorite cross necklace, with some new additions. That being a ribcage necklace, and some earrings to match the seemingly ancient cross around his neck. Not that those earrings were really easily seen, as the boy had his hood up, despite the fact it was a rather nice day. He simply felt like it. Every now and again, Jet would play a few chords of a song and stop to ponder. Did that sound good? How could he play it better? How could he put his own spin on it? He could imagine himself, up on a stage years from now, with tons of adoring fans (and possibly even groupies - the boy was a bit afraid of that, though he still smiled like the naive sixteen year old he was.) That would be the day, when his face was attached to something more than his father's bad record. Realistically, he knew he'd never be famous and it'd be the death of him, but it didn't hurt to dream. Quite suddenly out of ideas, he scrolled through his phone for inspiration. He wasn't a huge fan of love songs... Jet was, for a teenager, very sheltered in that subject. Either he accidentally drove away whomever he took an interest in before anything more than interest could grow, or he had no choice but to watch from a distance as the object of his unrequited affections completely ignored him. It seemed sad, and it was... But it wasn't like Jet really knew what he was missing out on. For all he knew, relationships sucked. But a song about heartbreak? That was something he could relate to. He began to play. "I'm six feet below this burning wreckage of the life we used to know Now all the hope we had is dying..."

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[ALINA RAE LEXUS]

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Alina had a lot on her mind right now. She was a Senior. She couldn’t believe it. She didn’t feel like a Senior. While she was learning a lot of new things, she still felt the same vulnerability around the people who went here as a new, scared little Freshman would feel. She had started school earlier than she was supposed to, she was sure that had something to do with it. And the fact that she had a hard enough time learning was another thing. Being a dyslexic in a elemental world was really hard. They expected you to learn regular school subjects along with how to control your ‘talent’ using the sources around you. It was draining. Alina was always so tired after a day of school – she would skip dinner and often times head right to bed. Even looking at the black and white on her homework pages gave her a headache. She was just having one of those days where she didn’t really care one way or another. So…that was probably why she had skipped class. Yes, little ol’ her. She had decided she’d already earned a detention by just defending herself, she might as well have an actual good reason to attend. Getting a detention for having her skin burned off by an angry fire was NOT something that should’ve happened. Just thinking about it made the air around her get heavy and start blustering. After sleeping in and having some fruit, she decided a walk would do her well.

Of course, since Alina was beginning her day late, it didn’t really occur to her that class would be out. All she knew was that it was a nice day out, it was hot, and she wasn’t going to wear any shows. Normally, with Alina, her shoes were her staple. Always towering tall, making people wonder how she could stay balanced in things like that. But today, she was letting her hair down, letting her toes take in the feel of the grass, letting the breeze move over her skin. She reached the door and broke out into a full out run, spinning around and dancing, waving her sparkly silver fingernails in the air. Everyone at this school always had better things to do. She was sure that no one else wanted to take advantage of the beautiful day. She closed her eyes, humming to herself, taking advantage of the slight breeze, boosting it up and letting it blow around her, feeling like she’s floating, letting it move through her hair. She was having much too much of a good time to realize that she was ONCE AGAIN not paying attention to where she was going. And before she knew it, she was toppling over someone’s long, spindly legs. ”AH!”

[/color] She squeaked, falling flat on her back. Her eyes blurred a bit before moving to blink, breathing a bit. ”Oh no…”[/color] She had to stop doing this. Running into someone was how she got burned before. She sat up slowly, biting at her lip when she saw the guy she’d tripped over. ”I’m ever so sorry…”[/color] She really was.[/size][/blockquote]

[JETTA BLAISE KEIRAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] "Woah!" Suddenly, something had toppled over the boy's long legs - something in the form of a person. In retrospect, it could have easily been considered his fault, since he was the one laying there in everybody's way. But at the moment, he would hear none of it. His unfortunately trademark fiery temper was at the wheel. He narrowed his blue eyes at her, turning them to aquamarine slits. "Yeah. Sorry is one word for it." He could think of a dozen other things to say that would make any mother within earshot cover their children's ears protectively. However, he simply glared at her for a moment. He hadn't seen her before, or maybe he had, but he did know she wasn't in his grade nor his element. It's her own fault. What was she even doing? Doesn't she know to watch where she's gong? Once a fire, always a fire, and definitely his father's son. But there was that little voice in the back of his head. It wasn't very influential or loud, but it was there. Maybe it wasn't her fault (but it is!) and maybe she was hurt (she doesn't look hurt to me!) Still... He gave a mighty sigh and set his guitar aside. "Are you okay." Besides, he wasn't sure who this girl was. He'd hate to be a prat to an element that wasn't against his own - Jet was ever the politician. But he wasn't too happy about being tripped over. It helped a little that the girl was on the upper side of appearances. That is to say, she was pretty. But nonetheless, Jet pulled his legs close to himself and watched her, his blue depths sparking with negative emotion and his pierced lips forming a slight frown. And yet, he was also curious. "Who are you?" Just because the girl was clumsy or something didn't mean he couldn't learn a name to put with that pretty face. And she certainly looked... Interesting, now that he thought about it.

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[ALINA RAE LEXUS]

Oh, Alina knew better. Why did she do this to herself? She needed to stop spacing out and concentrate on her surroundings! Especially since she always seemed to run into the worst elements out there! Meaning fires and thunders…though she hadn’t really had a bad run in with a thunder just yet. The worst run in was with a fire. She wasn’t even sure what element this boy was just yet, but he had to be one since he was on campus. She was honestly a little afraid to find out. But with one look at his eyes, she knew. She instantly knew. Her eyes widened in a slight bit of fright, scrambling up off of him. So he wouldn’t take her apology – there was no need for her to try again. Though that was just the kind of person she was – she’d say it quite often. ”Yea…sorry.”

[/color] She could only imagine what he had in store for her. Altair had quite literally burned her, and she was a girl. This was a guy, and she’d disturbed the peace. She smoothed her outfit, straightening herself up but looking at him pensively, waiting for some kind of whiplash. Though he asked if she was okay and she blinked, nodding slowly, ”Mostly.”[/color] He had rolled his eyes, he didn’t really care. Maybe he was just trying to hold on to any last bit of niceness he had left before the fires sucked it out of him. Because Alina could think of no other reason of why all fires acted they way they did – like they hated everyone else.

Alina took the bit of small breeze blowing to re-energize herself, put herself together. It swirled around her lightly before blowing past them, looking back at him with blue eyes of her own. It was obvious to him now what she was. No hiding it, she never did. She was proud of who she was. Fires knew Winds were Neutral, so really, there was no use fighting unless that would force Winds to pick sides. And if the Fire is the one who started the trouble, it was obvious what elements the Winds would take the side of. She spoke a bit, ”I really didn’t mean to fall on you. I merely didn’t really realize you were here. I space…a lot. Well, not a lot but. I have managed to ruffle a few feathers because I don’t pay attention. So I apologize and I’m sincerely sorry and-“[/color] He asked who she was and for a moment she wasn’t sure that she wanted to tell him. She moved her hands behind her slowly, her foot scuffing at the earth a bit below her. ”Alina…”[/color] She didn’t know if he wanted to switch license and insurance, but she would rather have that than another third degree burn. ”Alina Lexus. What about you? Who are you?”[/color] She hadn’t seen him around before. She wasn’t sure if she just never got out as much as she should’ve or if she wasn’t really supposed to notice people in other grades than herself. She stood there at attention for him to decide what he was going to say and do to her. She never could find a clever way out of these situations.[/size][/blockquote]