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[Lenita Jahzara Zimmerman]

|SHE WAS LOST IN SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS OUT IN THE DARKNESS|
|WITH NO GUIDE I KNOW THE COST OF A LOSING HAND NEVER|
|THOUGHT THE GRACE OF GOD GO HIGH I FOUND HEAVEN ON EARTH|
|YOU WERE MY LAST MY FIRST AND THEN I HEAR THIS VOICE INSIDE|
|~~~AVE MARIE~~~|

Sitting alone in the corridor, which was the passageway to the girl's dormitories, a brunette had a small mishap with her bag; somehow the strap out lose of the hole and it fallen to the ground, spilling out a few books. The bag had been partly unfastened which allowed the books to sovereignty on the foundation of the walkaway. She grimly cursed herself silly. Such a thing to do in times of critic, she would know as she bend down to retrieve her books. That wasn't all the nuisance that happen to her that day.

Early in science class, somebody did a mistake to the chemistry and made a powerful glue. She had gotten her hand glued to the table and it took two hours to removing it all off her hand, unsticking her hand from the table. She was lucky, next time she would be more careful with her partner choice. Then at lunch, she didn't realize it but she got stick to the chair because of somebody leaving a chewed gum on it (she thought she checked it before unless it was a practical joke which means war). She had been laughed at, but thank heavens for her sister for covering her and taking her to the nurse to remove gum. She soon went to her dorm to change. So, she guessed having her bag's strap loosen and books falling out was the least of her worries of the day.

She kept having these crazy visions. In science, she should have sworn she saw an old room like a courthouse with people in it. They had been arguing and one kept pleading with her to confess to her crimes. What crimes? She thought to herself and gotten herself caught glued to the table. In lunch, she saw a man appeared before her and she felt fury as he called her a witch and getting her daughter to agree with him. What a jerk, can’t believe I married him! She blinked and asked herself what she was thinking. It seems to be happening around her all day long with the visions and she wondered why. Just your imagination, Sar-Lenita! My name is Lenita, not Sarah Good get that! She sighed with confusion and has to wonder what was wrong with her.

She was going crazy she concluded after all that happen to her. She sighed wearily and warily. Odd mixture to say the least she thought as she went. She sighed.

It was evening and dinner would be serve soon, so she figured to go to her dorm and start some homework by reading the library books currently on the floor. She soon sat on the ground and looked around the creepy looking hall. At least, Sarah, it's not a cell with unsanitary floors and walls. No windows and soiled sheets on the damaged cots, Lenita. As soon she thought this she was taken by a brief cool of memories she didn't know yet was really her own, but not. She shivered and threw a book at the wall. She gaped at what she done and quickly crawled to get the book back. She, of course, in a moment of stupid impulses forgotten her bag and other books on the other side of the walkaway.

She sighed at the retrieved book in hand and stood up. Stupid, Lenita. You just realize you could get up and walk over instead of crawl! She criticized herself over her compulsion and realized that she thought 'Sarah' in her mind again as in meaning Sarah as herself. Yes, she does talk in her head to herself in the third person at times. Who is Sarah, Lenita? Now you doing it again. She sighed and walked back over to her shoulder bag and library books.

She knelt on the floor to unbuttoned the bag to pull out a reusable shopping bag from a store nearby the school. She carefully open the bag and put the book in hand first inside neatly. She went to grab the rest, but found them gone. "What the heck?" She said with abandoned emotions.

|WORDS|710
|TAGS|MANDEE(Oliver Lee Winchester)
|LYRICS|Beyonce Knowles "Ave Marie"
|STATUS|COMPLETED
|NOTES| wanted a rp post for her. lol.
she's not having a good day... visions and accidents, bad combo.

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[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Secrets. Everyone at Riverdale had them. Some were hiding the simplest of things, such as the fact that they bombed their latest math test. Others were hiding more serious things, such as the fact that they hailed from a broken home. Still others...well, others were hiding an entire lifetime.

It was Oliver's job to scout out these other reincarnates for the RSOR. He could not initiate them - He did not have the power to do that. However, he was a recruiter, and could certainly scope out prospects and introduce them to the ideas. Then he could pass them on to Isa, or another leader in the RSOR. Isa (or Joan of Arc, depending on whose company they were in) was the easiest to reach, but there were others he could contact as well.

Oliver was following the leads to one such prospect, though this one was not as clear cut as some of the others that he'd sought out. He did not have much to go on other than vague odd behavior that could be the result of anything. Still, if there was even the remotest chance that someone was a reincarnation, Oliver figured he might as well go for it. Worst case scenario, he'd have to do a bit of backpedaling. Best case scenario? He found another member for the RSOR. As long as he didn't leap into the job without thinking, he would be fine.

Unfortunately, Oliver had a habit of being a tad impulsive.

Lenita Zimmerman was in his history class. Apparently she'd had the day from hell, getting glued to a desk in science class. It wasn't this that caught Oliver's attention. In fact, Oliver wasn't sure what caught his attention about this girl. Perhaps it was the old soul eyes comment? Then again, that could be entirely a coincidence...

Oliver stopped on his way up to the third floor to gaze at his reflection in the window of a door to a classroom. Old soul eyes. Like he'd experienced more than he should have for his age. Obviously he had, but what led this girl to make such a comment about him? Furthermore, what about his eyes said this in the first place? It wasn't as though he wore a neon sign on his forehead that proclaimed that he was Orville Wright reincarnated, but the idea that his eyes might be giving him away was a bit disconcerting.

He was rounding a corner when he witnessed the strange sight of the very girl who'd struck his interest slamming a book into the opposite wall. Oliver became curious at once. Not because this was a hint at her being a reincarnation (although it truly was, he just did not know it yet), but rather because he wondered what provoked such an action from the other freshman. Oliver watched from afar at first, as the girl crawled across the hall to retrieve her book. He supposed this was the most efficient way to do it, although most would stand up and walk the short distance to pick up the book.

Oddly, after retrieving said book the girl rose to her feet and walked back to her books. He decided to start toward the girl. He was more motivated at this point by curiosity about the girl herself, rather than curiosity as to whether or not she was a reincarnation, though the thought was still at the back of his mind.

On his approach, he also witnessed the girl placing one of her books into a shopping bag. He grabbed the rest of her books, raising an eyebrow as she, in her concentration, looked to where the bag used to be and discovered that her books were no longer there. Oliver laughed lightly at this point.

"Don't worry, I have them right here."[/color] He indicated the books in his hand. "Bad day?"[/color] He questioned, alluding to the fact that he'd seen her throw the book against the wall. All the while, though, his eyes were searching. Were there any hints that this girl was not just Lenita Zimmerman?

Word count: 686
To: Leah/Lenita
Notes:

[Lenita Jahzara Zimmerman]

|SHE WAS LOST IN SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS OUT IN THE DARKNESS|
|WITH NO GUIDE I KNOW THE COST OF A LOSING HAND NEVER|
|THOUGHT THE GRACE OF GOD GO HIGH I FOUND HEAVEN ON EARTH|
|YOU WERE MY LAST MY FIRST AND THEN I HEAR THIS VOICE INSIDE|
|~~~AVE MARIE~~~|

Where did the books go?She was going to freak out more when she heard laughter somewhere above her head. Soon a familiar male voice sounded and she had a feeling it was one of her classmates. So, she sat on the balls of her feet before looking up. It was the boy from History class, and she noticed the books in his hands before looking to his face. Of course, at first glance at him, she thought, He has beautiful brown eyes, before thinking of what happen at history class today. She blushed.

“Thank you,” she murmured and took her knapsack over her shoulder. She stood and held out her hands for the other books, with the shopping bag straps over the bend of her elbow. She felt a bit awkward as she tried hard not to think about History at that moment. History class had gone fine until she blurt out something about how all men at Salem were idiots and how she hoped they learn their lesson about using prejudice to accuse somebody a witch (or wizard if they’re male) because of how one dress and how forcing a little girl to stand trail was outrageous. It wasn’t her proudest moment, but she was a bit prideful of saying it. After that she was suddenly on her feet and walking angrily out of the classroom to cry outside. “Ah…erm, I,” she trailed off with a blush playing on her face with this memory of today.

Lenita stood before him and waited for her books to be return as she ponder what else to say or do while they’re both here. It didn’t felt right to just leave. It took her a moment to remember the classmate’s name. Oliver Winchester. She was slow today, but guess she was within reason at being slow to notice where and who the young man was in front of her. She smiled as she remembered their online chat. She was a bit peachier now that she knew who it was. She jumped on the balls of her feet in a happy manner.

“So, did you talk to your sister about our trip?” She ventured in asking him. It was the easier course to talk about besides trying to explain why she went out of History class. It was the first time she ever did that and her History teacher allowed it since it seem her Science teacher told her about her little accident, but she wasn’t dismissing small favors from above. At least now they’re working for me, seeing that they owe me for the trouble I had before this time! She bitterly thought and thanked the Powers Who Be, but it was distorting for her to wonder why she was so unhappy with them to begin with. She sighed. “I wish I knew why…” she whispered to herself.

“Did you make plans with somebody else to join us, Oliver?” She asked him, looking into his too old eyes. She could have sworn she catches a hint of blue in his chocolate brown eyes, but she could be imagining things. She was having a difficult day today. “Are you wearing contacts?” She blurted out without thinking it through. She blushed. “I mean your eyes just seem like that they’re hiding something.” She added hoping to stop any thoughts of insanity on her part. “Not sure…” She went to lean against the wall, but was up short and collapse a bit. She yelped.

|WORDS|580
|TAGS|MANDEE(Oliver Lee Winchester)
|LYRICS|Beyonce Knowles "Ave Marie"
|STATUS|COMPLETED
|NOTES| lol surprise. surprise. lol

THIS ROLEPLAYING TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY leah OF SHADOWPLAY

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[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Outbursts and arguments in the middle of class. Possible sign of a reincarnate? Possible, yes, but also the sign of an argumentative teenager who simply wanted to rebel. Her words seemed packed with emotion, which had caught Oliver off guard, but he knew from Isabella that he could not just up and ask Lenita if she was a reincarnate. It didn't work that way. He had to gain her trust and retrieve a bit of information to work from.

"No problem. You still upset about what happened in class?"[/color] If she was, that would likely lend more credence to the idea that she was a reincarnate. The most obvious assumption would be that she was one of the accused witches reincarnated, but Oliver knew very well that first impressions didn't always lead one to the correct identity of a reincarnate. After all, Chelsea might have erupted into such a rant herself, and Susan B. Anthony was not around during the Salem Witch Trials.

All of this was assuming that Lenita Zimmerman was a reincarnate in the first place.

Oliver was caught up in his musings and thus almost missed Lenita's next question. He gave a nod in response. "Yeah, I talked to her...I think I got her convinced. Took a little bit of time, she's afraid of flying. Can't say I entirely blame her, though."[/color] He really didn't. He slipped his hands into his pockets, hoping that his sister wouldn't be too upset with him for sharing this particular secret of hers. It wasn't as though it was anything to be ashamed of - It was like Isa's fear of fire. Completely understandable, given the circumstances. Of course, if his feeling about Lenita was wrong, he couldn't exactly share the true reason with her...

He was close enough in proximity to the other freshman to overhear her next statement. He arched an eyebrow. "Wish you knew why what?"[/color]

Then she bombarded him with yet another question. "Well, I asked Cindy. Still need to ask my science partner, though."[/color] However, if his sister was going, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted Kimaya to come along. He wouldn't put it past Cindy to tease him mercilessly about her. Last thing he needed was another Isa...

"Am I what?"[/color] Oliver responded to her question about the contacts, his hand moving to his right eye. "No, I'm not..."[/color] It was his turn to give her an odd look now. He quickly recovered, however. "Does this have something to do with my ancient, all knowing eyes?"[/color] He questioned with a small smirk. Behind the sarcasm, however, was a curious look in the eyes in question. Why was she so obsessed with his eyes? Some said the eyes were the window to the soul, but reincarnates didn't have a certain look to them, did they? If so, that might be of use to the RSOR...

"I look like I'm hiding something?"[/color] He felt as though he was being accused, but he really couldn't do anything about it. She was right - He was hiding something. Then again, if his suspicions were correct, so was she.

At this point, Lenita went to lean against the wall and came up short. Oliver stepped forward at once, too late to stop her from falling, but in time to offer a hand to help her up. "Careful..."[/color] As if this didn't make things that much more awkward.

Word count: 568
To: Leah/Lenita
Notes: Meep.

[Lenita Jahzara Zimmerman]

|SHE WAS LOST IN SO MANY DIFFERENT WAYS OUT IN THE DARKNESS|
|WITH NO GUIDE I KNOW THE COST OF A LOSING HAND NEVER|
|THOUGHT THE GRACE OF GOD GO HIGH I FOUND HEAVEN ON EARTH|
|YOU WERE MY LAST MY FIRST AND THEN I HEAR THIS VOICE INSIDE|
|~~~AVE MARIE~~~|

Outrageous cries and storming out of classrooms could do that to a person whom could possibility be reborn to this world, and to a person like Lenita, arguments and outbursts aren’t usual in her in the way it was today, so it was a good theory. To be seen as a reincarnate in light of truth and reality that was happening at this school. It was a bit freaky to say the less and it made herself wonder why it was happening to her.

Lenita was now guard, but she did blush at Oliver’s question. She was very furious with herself at what happen in class earlier. She tilted her head at him and answered him accurately with her honesty. “Yes, I’m quite embarrass to tell the truth,” she stated simply. Sincerity filled her and she continued. “I am proud of myself, but so embarrass about my behavior. I’m not really like that all the time. Forgive me,” she shrugged her shoulders and waited for some response to her undying humbleness towards her classmate.

Little does he know, he was correct with assume she was an accused witch of the Salem’s Trails. Of course, again she herself did realize this was accurate on her part as being a reincarnation. At the moment, she thought she was losing her mind or something else, which she couldn’t explain.

Noticing how caught up he was with his musings; she smirked a bit and questioned his thoughts. “A penny for your thoughts, a penny on the books,” she asked and chuckled a bit afterward with what she said, shaking her head with silly pondering of her own. “I say you seem very much inside your own head, Oliver,” she said with great observation.

Lenita inclined her head a few times at hearing that he gotten his sister to considered it. She didn’t found it too hard to believe that his sister was afraid of flying, but in the back of her head she was wondering how it come about. Usually you would think it was the old folk who are scared of flying, not the young ones seeing as most are fairly used to flying from the time that they were born (like the person writing this). She frowned a bit at hearing him stated how he didn’t blame her for the phobia of flight. She pondered this thought to herself. She, herself, enjoyed flying so much and she wanted to know what happen to Oliver’s sister to make her so frightful.

She almost missed his question and blinked at him. “What?” She paused and frowned. “Sorry…” She trailed off. He heard her, didn’t he? “Just why all these accidents are happening to me today. It never really happens, I was never such a clumsy person before today. It does happen, but this is really foul to me.” She ended with that.

“Cindy’s your sister, so who’s your science partner?” She asked curiously. She was going to meet this person soon, so she had a right to know the name of said person before going on a hang gliding trip with her.

“Oh?” She questioned and soon was a bit red in the face. “Oh! I’m sorry, it’s just…” She trailed off as she considered what to say to explain this dilemma she was having with him. She just felt so overwhelmed that another like her was presently here. She inwardly pondered why she felt this way and just put it aside. “Yes,” she simply answered when question about this feeling how to do with his eyes. It does, she thought to herself, like me.

Lenita cautiously smiled and shrugged at him with the next question about something to hide. She felt like she had something to hide too, but didn’t know what.

When she suddenly loses balance and fall, she felt very awkward at the rescue by Oliver. She giggled nervously. “Thank you,” she said and ended there as she collects her thoughts. She straightened herself, self-consciously, and smiled at him, slightly discordant.

|WORDS|670
|TAGS|MANDEE(Oliver Lee Winchester)
|LYRICS|Beyonce Knowles "Ave Marie"
|STATUS|COMPLETED
|NOTES| she's so confuse with being a reincarnate without realizing it.

THIS ROLEPLAYING TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY leah OF SHADOWPLAY

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[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Oliver was quite interested in hearing how she would respond to his inquiry about her outburst. That one definitely would set off alarm bells to anyone within the RSOR. Most normal teenagers did not get up in arms over something in history class. Sure, there was probably an oddball normal here or there, but it was definitely cause for concern.

He was surprised to hear her apologize for her actions. "Why are you apologizing? Stuff like that happens."[/color] Really, he was happy that she'd done it, as it might have very well given him another recruit to add to the list. He honestly didn't think he had that much skill as a recruiter, not compared to someone like Isabella, but the fact that he was a freshman gave him access to plenty of other reincarnates that had not been snagged up by the older students. He could also spot their actions in class, an advantage that the older students did not have save for a few elective classes.

"Whatever it was clearly struck a nerve with you."[/color] He was paying close attention to her, but unlike with Kimaya, he was trying his best not to look as though he was studying her. He was learning with each new recruit that he had, which no doubt was a part of the training as well. And, oddly enough, some of Isabella's training might come in handy at this very moment, if she made another comment suggesting that his eyes were 'cute'. "Then again, anything that teacher says could strike a nerve."[/color] Oliver added this with a jesting tone, employing his usual method of carrying on a normal conversation right beside an interview.

He smiled a bit at Lenita's saying. "Suppose that's true."[/color] He replied, just before she commented that it seemed as though he was in his head a lot. He figured it was probably true, as he often let his imagination get ahold of him. One recent incident had involved him daydreaming about taking apart his computer in a keyboarding class and completely missing what his teacher was saying. Worst of all, as the teacher called on him for an answer, not only was he not responding because he wasn't paying attention, but he wasn't even responding to his own name!

Fortunately being in the RSOR gave him the capabilities to explain his way out of that one without arguing that his name was Orville, not Oliver.

He laughed as she almost missed his question. "Yet you say I spend too much time in my head?"[/color] He frowned as she mentioned her bad day. "Eh, we all have our bad days. There's been a day or two that it took me ages to respond to my own name, I was so out of it."[/color] He was casting out a line with this one, hoping for a bite. Disguised well enough that a normal wouldn't pick up anything odd, but a reincarnate with two names could very well relate to.

"Her name is Kimaya. She's in our grade."[/color] The last bit seemed like an unnecessary detail when he thought about it, but hopefully it would detract from any further questions about Kimaya. He was happy that the eye questions seemed to be resolved with a simple 'yes' - While he was curious what was going on with his eyes, he was disconcerted by the idea that Lenita realized something was different about him through his eyes, whether she knew it or not.

Then, as he came to her rescue, he could not help but feel a bit uncomfortable at all that was happening, especially as Lenita giggled. This whole situation was odd, and all he could manage to stammer out was a "You're welcome."[/color].

Word count: 664
To: Lenita/Leah
Notes: Trying to think of how they could go about this...