jack-&&-jill

[ace]

Curse me sold her,
The poison that runs its course through her,
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over.

IT was finally time to depart. The day had finally arrived. He was anxious and practically eager to get on the train and leave this 'place' he called home. No more older brothers to worry over constantly... though, truly, that just caused more worry on his part. What if they accidentally hurt the younger set of twins? He wouldn't be there to stop it... Ace shook his head and the grip on his bag tightened. He refused to stay home, he wished not to remain there still. Leaving would be good for him.

What may have been a hyperactive state had faded out quickly. He became timid and silent, glancing around the semi-full station. Only his too careful mother and younger brother and sister had come to see him off. His too quiet father and older brothers had chosen to remain at home, uncaring for his first time away from home. To him it felt as though he was being shipped to boarding school in any case. Mother, Ceres, and even Ronin gave him farewell hugs to last him while he was away.

Mistah Ace merely smiled, strawberry shaded hues bright. The sleeves of his obscenely long hoodie fell over his hands. The black tips of his nails were just barely visible beneath the fabric. He held his bag tighter and dragged himself away from the small family. Too careful mother stopped him before he could get far and his eyes shone with curiosity. Apparently it was deemed that he would not be forced to wait long as she held his face in between her cold hands.

"Be safe..."

Bright pinkish hues had taken on a strange light with the words but when he blinked, it had vanished. As though it had never been there. The mere feeling caused him to raise a hand and place it on her own, confused. She did not expand her words as her hands fell back to her sides, head turned in the other direction. A tongue touched his snake bites as he thought over her words, but he wasn't rewarded much time for such things. Ronin pushed him toward the large train, smoke billowing out of it. Ceres waved erratically while his too careful mother smiled in a saddened way.

Black chipped nails played with the chains on the side of his pants, bashful. He took care not to meet the eyes of others, many of which made him feel undeniably intimidated. Outside of home he was such a different little boy with shadowed eyes and a timid persona. At least he had yet to fall into his state of hysteria. Problems would arose should such a thing happen...

Black combat boots with three silver buckles made a thump noise as they hit each step on the train. Each time Ace cringed just a bit as he believed attention was attracted to himself with every step. It just seemed so much louder within his own mind and it caused alarm to rise within him. Attracting attention to himself was not something he wished to do. Hysteria may become a problem in such a case. He dragged himself down the aisle and into an empty compartment, shutting the door quickly behind him. His breathing had quickened by this point, not yet reaching the point of hyperventilation though. Crowds... were not his stronger points... He never had liked them. Too large and loud. Destructive.

[batgirl]

[[ OOC; Jack Off Jill = Amazing. <3 ]]

I hope this old train breaks down, Then I could take a walk around
And, see what there is to see and time is just a melody

The fact that Ranka was boarding this train for the second time was still memorizing for her. She still found herself staring at the large mass of people who filled up the platform, and felt strange when she had to run into a wall to get to the proper place to get to school. Standing with her bright brown orbs staring at the endless sea of people, Ranka tightened the grip on her bag bag, her pale fingers wrapped around it like spider legs. She was still shocked to know she went here, even as a second year.

It was amazing how a life can change so quickly. It seemed like just yesterday Ranka had been arriving to England with her uncle, when in truth it was a few years ago. Still, she found it hard to actually get use to the English traditions and culture. They where such oddballs, the English. Ranka liked it though, a change in place was needed. All the cold that was in Russia got old really fast. an added bonus, she liked to think of herself as being original, being one of the only Russians at the school. Rolling her shoulders back, Ranka looked behind her to her uncle.

He was a strapping man, jet black hair with piercing blue eyes. He stood a full few inches above her, and had a grin on his face as Ranka started to bid him farewell. He gave a wave and a kiss on the forehead [ hey, she may be16 but family love is a precious thing ] before making her way onto the train, pulling her suitcase along with her. Ranka still had yet to change into her robes as well, but that was something she did on the train. At lest, so she learned last term. In her muggle attire she wore a pair of jeans with wholes everywhere, her fishnet stockings showing through them as she walked. She wore a skin tight long sleeve black shirt that read ' The Beatles ' no it [ a favorite muggle band of hers ], and a pair of converse. Showing her house Pride, Ranka fashioned her Ravenclaw house scar as well, she wrapping it around her neck so it was around her mouth as well.

Reaching the Train entrance, Ranka didn't bother to turn around and look at her uncle before boarding, she believing that looking back would just cause trouble. After hearing that Roman Mythology story of the man who lost his wife because he looked back at her, Ranka never did again. Never look back, never regret. that's how she approaches life. Disappearing into that ocean of people she was just admiring, Ranka trotted her way through the isles, a place to sit now wondering in her mind.

Pushing a stray piece of blond hair from her eyes, her heavily black outline eyes looked for a compartment with not too many people. this was the process which Ranka had a hard time with. She didn't want to sit with people too much older then her, so she always looked for younger people. She guessed she wasn't the only one either, she watching the actions and movements of others to determine where they where headed. This is when her strange habit of studying human nature came in handy - when looking for a place to sit. It didn't take long for her to spot a compartment with a boy in it who she guessed was a first year. She opened the door and peeked her head in.

"Ello there. Mind if I join?" she asked, her teeth finding their way to the right ring of her snakebite. She gnawed on it timidly, waiting a response.

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[ace]

[[ Heh. I couldn't resist. ]]

Watch me fault her.
You're living like a disaster.
She said kill me faster,
with strawberry gashes all over.

THE bustling noise outside his compartment had him squirming in his seat, fingers curling inward into the fabric of his hoodie sleeves. He couldn't curb the feeling of timidness nor intimidation. Leaving his family like this and heading somewhere entirely new put a different spin on things. While it was his choice to go here, and he refused to change his mind, he was still quite uncomfortable. There was just so many people... and they were so loud... Oh, he knew he could be loud as well. Just not around people he was unfamiliar with, which would be all of the train. The fleeting thought troubled him and caused him to slide closer to the window, cold as it may be.

Fidgeting and twitching, he kept throwing glances at the door. If one didn't know any better they would assume he was trying to hide something but to assume makes an arse out of you and me. It was just nerves and slowly building hysteria. Nothing he couldn't handle. However should the hysteria kick in, there may be a bit of a problem in the making. Certainly nothing others would be so inclined to deal with. Most likely he'd be left alone in his little compartment, huddled up next to the cold window with his knuckles turning white due to the pressure applied. No one would know or care for his bout of hysteria.

Slight alarm overcame him as he heard the tell-tale sign of the compartment door sliding open. Slowly his strawberry shaded eyes focused on the door, the timidness within him showing through. It was just a girl. That was his first thought though it didn't last. Anyone could intimidate him... She didn't seem too bad though nor loud. The revelation calmed him slightly and he sunk down into the chair, still pressed up against the window. His surprise showed when she asked to join him in this empty little place. The company of another wasn't something he had expected. No. He expected people to go out of their way to leave him be. It made things easier that way.

An observation was in order.

Said observation didn't last long as his unusually shaded eyes landed on her snakebites. It caused him to lightly touch his tongue to his own set. His black chipped nails resumed playing with the chains connected to his pants, eyes still focused on her snakebites. An answer had yet to come forth but he couldn't help it. His throat was dry and scratchy, unwilling to cooperate. He hadn't wanted a companion for the train ride. What if the hysteria kicked in? He bit harshly into his bottom lip but not yet hard enough to make it bleed. The pain did snap him out of it though.

Ace slowly pointed a finger toward the seat across from him, giving her permission to take a seat. He wouldn't... no, couldn't stop her. It was a free country after all and his timid actions couldn't change that. But he had the feeling that he may be teased for his shyness. The mere thought caused him to sink further into the chair, fidgeting. He didn't like the train of thought his mind rode. It raised more alarm within him; something certainly not needed nor appreciated. He didn't like being looked down upon...

[batgirl]

She is misery's company, She got no place to go.
No place to call home, She got misery's company.

Her attention floating over the compartment, Ranka had yet to hear words flow form the boy's mouth, causing her to either leave his lonely, one person compartment or join him, giving a person to talk to, and someone to say he knows. Bright brown orbs examined the seat which she planned on taking if the boy would let her join him, it was almost directly across from him, the soft cushion looking might comfy to be placed under her bottom. She looked back to the boy. Still no words.

Her top teeth had still found their way to the bottom of her lip, they biting on the right side of her snake bite. It was a nervous habit, considering Ranka wasn't one who dealt with rejection well. Chances are if he says no to her she will rebel and sit down anyways. Oh, how daring Ranka. Her hands had now found themselves into the back pocket of her jeans, she shifting her weight as she awaited for an answer. She wondered if this boy was a mute - that would be interesting, to say the least. She always wanted to meet one of those...Maybe she'll go hunting later while in the library. Humph. Depends o whether or not she can get there or not early enough.

It was then Ranka had taken her time and studied the boy. Her bright brown orbs studying his movements, watching his eyes float upon her appearance. He was looking at her face, but not right at her eyes. Maybe her snake bite? Ranka noted he had the dreaded piercing too. The snake bite had actually become really popular over the years, she noted. She remembered being one of the first people to ever have it back in Russia - well, in her town anyways. Then everywhere she went bam! people had it. It shocked her a bit, but none the less she figured it was coming into fashion. Urg. She never liked following conformist things.

Finally, a motion of life in this boy. His hand pointed to the seat across from him. She nodded, the exact seat she was looking at. She grinned a bit, taking her seat and sitting Indian style. She placed the few things she had with her next to her seat. She pouted her lips to the side. Dare she say anything? Of course. No sense spending the train ride in an awkward position. "Thanks" she started, her eyes making their way to the window. "I'm Ranka - "