You're Not Doing It Right!

[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

Isabella laughed as Oliver/Orville brought up the age contradiction. They both knew how it worked; someone could be older but yet younger, some people could have been floating around for a thousand years before reincarnation, and others a meager couple decades. It was strange how it worked out.

"Yeah...It was a very good thing that last names wouldn't be involved." Isabella agreed. She'd never concerned past literacy and lack of a last name so useful, before this conversation, if she wanted to be honest. But it made sense. "But it looks like it's worked out, else wise you'd be in a loony bin somewhere." He gave mention to past siblings, backing her ponders hers. They wouldn't be reincarnated, she supposed. But that was okay, so long as wherever they were, they were happy. She didn't overly miss them; she knew she might never see them again when she set off, and she was dead right. She didn't.

"Dad's a lawyer, what can I say?" She stated with a smirk, in response to flipping things around. "Besides, I might be completely insane, and if you're sane by my standard, you might be raving mad anyways, so what does it matter?" Finding a new reincarnate always put her in a good mood...well, almost always. Finding out the Elizabeth Bathory was in her grade hadn't been a good time. It had been a very, very bad time, in fact. But a Wright brother was a different thing completely. He hadn't killed anyone and probably had no plans to do so. "And that so called 'insanity' behind hearing Voices is one thing I'd like to correct some people on." She knew that not everyone, quite obviously, was Christian or even had a belief in God. So they would think what they wanted, but calling her insane wasn't nice. Besides, if she had been completely off her rocker, it really shouldn't have mattered to them.

She gave her little explanation of RSOR, nodding about the Amelia Earhart thing. She didn't know they had met, but figured they'd just get along. Neat if they had. it was probably a neat thing, to meet someone in a second life that you knew the first time. And then Orville Wright after about Wilbur, and she had to shake her head. "No, we don't have any Wilburs. Sorry." She shrugged, smile vanishing. "Not currently. He might be a toddler or reincarnated thirty years ago...maybe he won't ve for thirty years. Or he's out there an in...I dunno...Hong Kong." She wasn't exactly mincing her words, but it was just how it worked. "I can check the records, though. We've got everyone on record since the first people to make RSOR. If he's been here, he'll be listed." It really was all she could offer.

"I wouldn't expect any less." Isabella said in regards to the form, then stood up. "You won't need you pen right now, anyways. I gotta check out this book - if it's caught with you that might risk security, but I'm not known for mechanicals. If I have it, they can't trace it." She pulled the pen out form the pages, and checked the watch at her wrist. Four fifty-three. "I don't have the forms here with me. They've got to be printed out, because they're on a special bit of our website, which means I need my laptop, soooooo...you ever seen the girls dorms, freshie?"

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words| 683
tagged| Oliver / Mandee
notes| Nupe.

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

"Yeah, I'm quite happy out here in normal society, thanks."[/color] Oliver snickered. It was one thing for Joan of Arc to not care much about her past siblings. Orville Wright, on the other hand, was famous for doing something with a sibling. It just didn't seem right that they wouldn't be reincarnated together.

"A lawyer? Well, that certainly explains a lot." He joked. He was in a good mood for similar reasons to Isabella, though not quite - He'd discovered that there were other reincarnations period. This excited him immensely, as he no longer felt as though he were the only one that felt the way that he did. He was no longer the only one who had two identities.

He frowned when Isabella mentioned that she had not seen his brother. He went just a tad pale at the thought that Wilbur could have very well being reincarnated...as a child or someone far older than him? Oliver bit his lip in thought, unsure what to think of this. Of course, he knew it was a possibility, but he really wanted to think that things had remained at least similar to the way that they were before. No more than ten year age difference, and hopefully Wilbur would be older. He didn't know what he would do if he turned out to be older this time around. It would just feel incredibly weird.

He looked up at Isabella, meeting her eyes with a small smile. "Thanks...that would be great."[/color] He paused, then a small grin came across his face. "You're a saint."[/color] He added, smirking the entire time. Well, she made the right/Wright comment, he had to get back at her somehow!

Oliver nodded in response to Isabella's assertion. He could see where that made sense. Still, a part of him wanted that darn book back! Knowing better than to argue with Isabella, Oliver just sank back in his seat, waiting to see what would happen next.

He sat up in his chair once more when she admitted that she didn't have the forms with her. Then she mentioned them being on a spot on their website. "A website? Wouldn't that risk being discovered though, if someone came across it?"[/color] He stopped after saying this, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration. "Of course, you probably have protections against that..."[/color] Oliver would have offered his services at this point, but he was no computer whiz. At least, not as far as software was concerned (and this was likely what would be used to protect the RSOR site). He was a strictly mechanical type of guy. He'd be willing to venture into the hardware portion, but the software portion? Naaaaaaaah.

"My sister has a couple of pictures, but other than that, nope. Certainly haven't been there in person yet. Why, is this an invitation, Ms. Joan of Arc? You don't seem like the type to bring boys to your dorm often."[/color] More teasing, of course. Orville had always been a tease, and now that he felt free to be himself for the first time in ages...well, he was going to let that aspect of his personality shine through. "You know, I never imagined I'd be back in North Carolina over a hundred years after my first visit as a high school student, but stranger things have happened, I'm sure."[/color] And he had a feeling he would come across plenty of strange things this year.

Word count: 618
To: Isabella/Dante!
Notes: It's fun to type out the teasing. =)

[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

It wasn't ever much fun to be the bringer of bad news, and sibling splits were probably no fun. There weren't a lot of sibling (or any) major duos around, but the Wright brothers were one of those duos, in a game where rules weren't always in their favour. Isabella almost said that Orville had lived a lot of his life without Wilbur anyhow, but figure that would only make the pale freshman paler, and a tad displeased with it all. So she offered to do what she could about the issue. He seemed to bounce back, though, playing on her status, which she supposed she had coming, considering that she'd been pretty merciless with the 'right' Wright thing.

"You're right about that, Wright." She said, matching his smirk as she got the pen out for him. He walked into that one, he did. What else was she supposed to say? Even if something else had crossed her mind as quickly as the comment, she doubted she'd have passed up the chance of a pun right now....ahaha. Right now. Wright. "And of course there are protections! We're not nuts, but let's face it. Printing off forms is a lot easier than having to have on hardcopy where it could be found or stolen and constantly photocopy it, at which point we'd have to use the school's stuff." Technology had changed that, and for the better. She hadn't been in the school when it was a photocopy era, and she was glad about it. It just made things harder. "If you googled RSOR, for instance, you wouldn't come up with some website saying 'oh, hi, here we are'. You get stuff on Range Safety Operations Requirements and maybe something on our school's homepage. I've tried." It was password protected, and a lot more, too.

She got up and danced from foot to foot a little, getting a little impatient to get on the move and print out the forms. Now that a plan was in place, she was itching to get moving. "It's an invite, so you can fill in the forms. It's almost five, we've got an hour. It's not like it's against rules before six. Unless, of course, you are afraid to enter the domain of the girls, which I can perfectly understand, as I have an outlaw reborn for a roommate." She raised an eyebrow, and tilted her head to one side before turning on heel, hearing his last words as she headed to check out the book.

"Strange things are a staple around here, Oliver." She called back. "I'm afraid you'll just have to get used to that." Isabella was pretty sure he'd follow -curiosity would probably propel him, after all, and she checked out the book, handing off her student ID (which served as the library card) to the librarian at the desk. She looked back for Oliver, supposing she'd just head through the school to the third floor, and cut into the dorm tower from there.

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words| 574
tagged| Oliver / Mandee
notes| Puns ahoy.

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Orville Wright had lived a great many years without Wilbur...which was part of the reason why Oliver was so anxious to meet up with his past brother again. He'd been forced to accept his brother's death in his past life, but this time around he had a chance to meet up with his brother again. He honestly could not recall if his family had been reunited after their deaths the first time around or not. If there was a 'life after death', or heaven or what have you, Oliver honestly had no recollection of it. He could only recall his first lifetime, then this one.

The teen shook his head, rolling his eyes as yet another 'Wright' slipped from her mouth. However, he had an amused expression on his face, once again betraying his true emotions on the matter. Both he and Joan were having fun, playing with each other's statuses. It felt like they were engaging in some elite game that only a few people had the honor to participate in. And, well, in all honesty, this whole reincarnation thing sort of did fall into that category! He certainly couldn't joke around like this with his parents. He thought, for a few minutes, he might be able to do it with Cindy, but that hope was thrown out the window along with her reaction to who he was. With any luck, of course, she just brushed it off as him being silly, and was hurt at the fact that her brother would joke around about something so serious. On the other hand? She thought he was crazy. Of course, there were other options out there, but these two stood out as the most stark options in Oliver's mind.

Oliver nodded as Isabella continued to point out the advantages to having the forms on a website. His father did a bit with computer security, so at least he could understand the whole thing somewhat even if it didn't exactly fall into his area of expertise.

The apparent fourteen year old's eyebrow went up as Isabella mentioned her outlaw roommate. "May I ask who?"[/color] He assumed that it was most likely a female outlaw, which cut down on the names quite a bit. He supposed it could be someone he'd never heard of, but he was curious nonetheless. He wanted to learn who all of the reincarnates were in the school. Now that he had access to this sort of information, he wanted to dive right in!

Fortunately, Isabella seemed to share in his excitement, as she rose to her feet and began to dance around impatiently. Oliver rose to his feet as well, meeting Isabella on his feet for the first time. He was surprised to see that he was in fact taller than her...by a whopping two inches, but the size difference was there.

Oliver, as expected, followed Isabella up to the front desk, where she proceeded to check out the offending library book. He wondered if the librarian knew that the library would never see that particular copy of that book again. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked, a small grin on his face. This was turning out to be quite an eventful day. He laughed at Isabella's comments about the oddities of Riverdale. "I'm kind of gathering that much for myself."[/color] He stated, his expression one of amusement. "Guess the girls' dorms aren't too far from the boys' dorms?" He question, figuring that the dorms were most likely in the same area. Then he held out his hand for her to go ahead. "Ladies first. I was raised in Victorian times, after all. ...that and I'm sure you don't want this 'little freshie' getting lost."[/color] He hated to think he was so young compared to everyone else here. As much as he tried not to admit it, he had a bit of an inferiority complex. Call it youngest child syndrome. Best thing to do though was try to make a joke out of it, in his opinion. Wouldn't bother him so much that way.

Word count: 705
To: Isabella/Dante!
Notes: It's fun to type out the teasing. =)

[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

Rooming with an outlaw would prove to be eventful, as Isabella would soon come to know, and with painful results, but that didn't mean she wouldn't do her best to get along with whoever history threw at her. She'd thus far only found a single person from history she refused to tolerate - Elizabeth Bathroy. And after finding out, postmortem, what Giles De Rais had done (and she trusted him!) she had no tolerance nor patience for serial killers. If Giles was reincarnated, she'd kill him with her bare hands. Ironic, little did she know. But as far as Joan of Arc was concerned, if she found Giles De Rais in a freshman, she would be sending him straight to hell where he belonged. Not a lot of people belonged in hell, but Joan figured Satan would let that bastard in. "Bonnie Parker? Y'know, Bonnie and Clyde...she's a senior. Lived in your lifetime." Isabella explain with a light laugh. "I'm not sure how it's going to work out, but I'll make it work, just watch me."

When Oliver stood up, Isabella had to look up. Two inches wasn't a lot of looking up, but it was enough to make her shake her head. "And to think, I was taller than I was before by three inches! And you're only fourteen...physically, anyhow." It seemed she wasn't fated to be tall in either life. Plarg. Couldn't ask for everything, she supposed. "Well, come on, ganglylimbs." She turned on heel and left the isolated bookshelves. Maybe she'd grow an inch or so? That'd be nice. After all, she hadn't turned sixteen that long ago...she could still be growing?

She checked out the book and turned back to Oliver, who had followed like she assumed. "It'll get weirder, I assure you." She stated, then smiled and shook her head. "Someone's never seen a map of the school before. Girls dorms in the west, boys in the east. So obviously, this little freshie would get lost." She shook her head, and started up the main staircase at a brisk pace, passing the occasional teacher and student. She reached the third floor, and turned the opposite way that would take her to the boys dorms.

Isabella crossed the little walkway that led to the tower that was the girls dorms, and opened the door. It wasn't locked from the outside until after six (locking it from the inside could be lethal in the event of a fire or the like, so locking it from the outside was the best measure against boys, or vice versa), after the rooms had initially been checked. It worked pretty well, and beside.s With three other people in the room, possibly as young as fourteen, would you really want to get it on with your boy or girl anyways? It would be a really, really, awkward situation if one of them woke up, considering they were all in bunk beds. That and teachers came back around in the morning, too...so then what? She came in at the landing of the third floor, and looked up at the spiralling staircase. "Fifth floor, ganglylimbs." She took off up them, passing a couple girls as she went to the top floor, and up to dorm five-hundred ten. "If nothing more, being at the top means you can see the best view." She mused, rummaging in her pockets for the key. She unlocked the dorm and slipped, nodding for Oliver to come follow into the dorm. There were some boxes and suitcases half-unpacked, but it wasn't like underwear was lying around or anything, just some pajamas by the window. No one was in.

"Now...." She climbed to the top bunk, pulled down her laptop, went to the desk and flicked on the printer, and sat on the sofa. "Come sit." Isabella told him, opening the Internet and typing in the address; 'rsor.com'.

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words| 750
tagged| Oliver / Mandee
notes| Ganglylimbs. XD

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Oliver still had yet to meet most of the reincarnates. Joan of Arc/Isabella seemed fairly nice, but then again, she was Joan of Arc. She was a saint, she was supposed to be nice. And...that was it. She was the only reincarnate he'd come across so far, at least knowingly. He knew he could look forward to meeting Amelia Earhart, but who else was walking around the school in the body of a teenager, in a new life?

"Bonnie Parker? Your roommate is Bonnie Parker? Of course I've heard about her, newspapers loved to report on stuff like that. Bonnie and Clyde. Do we have a Clyde too, or is your roommate without a partner?"[/color] Oliver couldn't say he would be too excited to meet the reincarnation of Bonnie Parker. Not that he had anything personally against her, but it didn't seem like any reincarnation of Bonnie Parker would be all that nice.

"Ganglylimbs? I think I like the Wright jokes better, but I guess I'll have to go along with it, shortstop."[/color] Every jab she made, he had to counter with one of his own. It was just the way that he worked. "I'm probably almost done growing, to be fair. Still not at the height I was before yet."[/color] He'd been somewhere around 5'8" before. So, Isabella was three inches taller, he was three inches shorter. Yet that still allowed him to have two inches on her.

"Weirder? Like I said, I don't doubt you. I mean, if I come across Wilbur as a toddler, I don't know what I'll do."[/color] He snorted at the very idea of it, although he knew the possibility very much existed. He did not want to even consider it.

Oliver shrugged. "Only saw one during freshman orientation, and I could have sworn that the two dorms were on the same side, though I guess I was wrong."[/color] He grinned. "Guess it makes sense though, with a bunch of sneaky teenagers. Might as well lessen the temptation."[/color] He could hardly consider Joan/Isabella and himself teenagers - at least not normal ones. In some ways, they were teenagers, yes. In other ways? Very much not. Still, there were plenty of normal teenagers around, and thus these teenagers had to be accounted for. Even some of the not so normal teenagers might sneak around. For example, the Bonnie reincarnation and a Clyde reincarnation, if there was one - He could see all sorts of trouble there.

The teen continued after Isabella as she mentioned the fifth floor. He figured the best thing to do would still be to keep a close tab on her, since he had no idea what room she was in still. As he walked, he could not help but check out the area a bit, although the outside of the dorms looked pretty much the same as they did over in the boys' wing. With the exception of the fact that there were a whole lot of girls wandering around in the halls, of course, opposed to boys.

Oliver then proceeded to follow Isabella into her room. He was careful not to look around too much, as she might see that as an invasion of privacy. He folded his arms across his chest, then headed over to the couch as Isabella informed him to sit down. He took a seat, watching over her shoulder as she typed the link to the RSOR website into the address bar on her browser. "Well, at least it's an easy address to remember, Saint Shortstop."[/color] Oh, he was in for it now, but he was having fun. He didn't much care at this point in time. He usually didn't once he pushed far enough. Besides, she deserved it after all of the Wright jokes. She was only asking for it. An amused smile played across his face at this point.

Word count: 715
To: Isabella/Dante!
Notes: Don't break a sword over his back, ha.

[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

"Yes, Bonnie Parker...and I don't know. I'm sure she misses him, so I'd hope, just as you'd be holding out for a Wilbur." Criminals or not, a couple was a couple, and Isabella was willing to bet, for all of Natalia's tough, she wanted Clyde back. She'd bet her sainthood on it. She gave him a glare when she called her shortstop, a silent warning as she want to check out the book. He'd best behave with the height comment, or he was going to get whapped. Kitten had claws; or Saint had a devilish streak? Whichever you preferred, anyhow. "You're fourteen, you're probably not near done." Isabella grumbled, but she was smiling. Genetics weren't the fault of anyone, really. They just happened over time. But if he called her shortstop again....

"And for Wilbur, you're just going to have to face that possibility. You wouldn't know until he was at least four or five...and then you'd have to wait for him to age some so he can understand the concept. If he's even a he...gender swaps happen." Goodness, that would be the most awkward thing to be subjected to. Which gender would you call yourself then? She decided to leave the concept alone for now, and she had to, even if she didn't want to as they ventured out of the library and up the stairs.

They could speak about the dorms though. "I don't see why you'd even want to get it on with two other people in the dorm, anyways. If I ever walk into that I'll-" Isabella shuddered. "Yuck." Whatever Riverdale was doing, though, it was doing pretty well. Not a lot of pregnancies, not any more than a typical high school. She saw Oliver looking about as they entered the dorm tower, and she didn't bother stopping him. There wasn't a whole ton to hidden in a staircase, after all. Nor a lot to be in her dorms. Nothing, in fact. Well, she had nothing to hide. Bonnie had smokes on the dresser, but she was freaking Bonnie Parker, what did any of them expect? It wasn't like that was any more shocking than the rosary that hung from a drawer knob and crucifix that Isabella had hung up above her bunk.

She saw him sit down beside her out of the corner of her eye as she typed in the address, and glared at him at the Saint Shortstop comment. She waited a half-second, then came the "404 ERROR: THIS PAGE DOES NOT EXIST." Isabella clicked the button dot in the colon, typed in a password, despite no form appearing, and was prompted through several more seemingly random or error pages until finally coming to a page with a picture of Riverdale High, and a very nice site all in all. She went to the "LP login", and promptly typed in 'lapucelle' and her password, opening more menus than before - like access to edit the site itself, it's newsletter and the calendar, as well as forms, which required more passwords and a capatcha to so much as print. Logging out was just as much as hassle, and so was getting the forms to print, which she did. She set her laptop down as she went to the printer on the desk.

Four pages of forms, all packed with information. It wasn't easy to get into RSOR in an administrative sense, but if you had what it took, it was easy. It was weeding out anything. They had their instincts, leaders and recruiters, but they made careful. Some reincarnates lied about who they were typically, so these forms were essential to properly filling in the roster - in case who they claimed to be showed up, and to make sure they could keep tabs on who was who at the end of the day. She rolled the forms and walked back behind the sofa (between the bunks and the sofa's back) thwacking Oliver solidly over the head. "Compact limbs hit harder than gangly ones, so shortstop me again and I'll shortstop you." Isabella was only half-kidding, too. "Now sign your lives away." She handed him the forms. "I have to see you sign your previous signature, too. And then sign to prove it, so tell me when you're there. If you don't, I have to reopen the page and print the forms again, so please." She added, sitting down again. It was another security feature. Any reincarnate who could write in the past had to sign their past signature, something practically impossible to replicate with someone watching you.

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words| 835
tagged| Oliver / Mandee
notes| Forms~

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

"I'm sure she does. Arguably the most famous criminal duo in history..."[/color] Oliver shook his head. As much as he didn't particularly like the idea of Bonnie and Clyde, he could feel for this roommate of Isabella's that he'd never met.

"I know I do."[/color] Oliver responded to Isabella's comment that he would have to put up with the possibility. However, it didn't mean that he had to like the idea, or that he couldn't be weirded out by it. His gaze shot up at once when Isabella mentioned the idea that Wilbur might even be reincarnated as a female. "That would be...odd."[/color] He could hardly grasp his mind around the concept of his older brother being a girl. He could not help but let out a few chuckles at the very idea. Yes, he knew it was a possibility, but the whole idea just sounded so absurd! It would take a little while to get used to, at the very least.

Though hopefully it would not turn out that way.

Oliver raised an eyebrow at Isabella's next comment. "You know, honestly, I can't see it either. Way too cramped, plus there's always the risk that someone could walk in during the middle of it."[/color] Joan of Arc and Orville Wright discussing sex in dorms. Oliver supposed this was just another oddity he was going to have to get used to.

He watched as Isabella went through what appeared to be a long and complicated process to get to the page that she was looking for. He kept an eye on what she was doing, trying to commit as much of the process to his memory as he could. Part of this was out of curiosity, of course, but the other part was so that he could remember how to access the RSOR site in the future. He had a fairly good memory, but even he didn't think that he'd get it all on the first try. Doubted that he would be expected to either.

Oliver watched as Isabella got up from her seat and headed over to the printer. He could not help but feel the excitement brewing within him. He tried to maintain a calm outer appearance, although his plan fell to the wayside when he felt an unexpected thwack on the back of his head. He turned to see the source at once - Of course, he shouldn't have been surprised that it was Isabella.

Now that it was known who he was, he felt that he had a bit more dignity to maintain. Thus, he tried his best not to act like Isabella's threat bothered him. However, one thing was made clear as Oliver nodded - He wasn't going to do that again.

Oliver accepted the forms from Isabella, looking them over. He proceeded to begin filling them out. The questions started off simple enough.

Name - Oliver Winchester
Date of Birth - 8/19 3/29/96
Grade - Freshman...

Oliver paused once he got to the mentions of measurements of height and weight. "Why do you need to know that?"[/color] He wondered out loud, but jotted them down and continued on with the form.

The questions grew progressively more detailed as they went along. All in all, Oliver had to practically fill out his life story for both lifetimes. He could honestly see why, in addition to security, the leaders of RSOR would not want to carry all of this red tape with them at all times.

Finally, Oliver finished up with all of the questions. He looked over at Isabella. "Okay, I'm ready to do my signature. Well, signatures."[/color] After notifying the apparent sixteen year old of his intentions, he began to jot down his current signature first. This was followed by his other signature, which he had no problems completing (in fact, it almost felt more at home to write down his past signature). He handed the forms over to Isabella. "Here you go sh-...Joan."[/color] Good save.

Word count: 709
To: Isabella/Dante!
Notes: He narrowly avoided getting himself killed with that one, he did. XD

[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

The idea of Wilbur Wright ending up a girl was an amusing one indeed, but a viable option, no less. It was better with siblings, though, she supposed. If Clyde Barrow was in a girls body, she didn't even want to know how Bonnie Parker would react. Maybe she'd discover she had a thing for ladies. Or she'd be downright disturbed by the swap...oh, the oddness of Riverdale. It really did make the fact that, she, a Saint, was talking about how sex in a dorm wouldn't work to an inventor that was equally ill-knowledgeable of things like that, since as far as Isabella knew, Orville Wright hadn't had children. Didn't mean he didn't DO anything; he did live long enough, after all, but it was still sort of weird. Then again, it would have been a whole lot weirder if they were in their previous bodies. Could you only imagine how odd that would look? A pilot chatting with a girl in plate mail. "It's just...gross. And what if you come to find out your partner is noisy?" Isabella did not shudder at much, unless fire was involved. But here she shuddered. Becuase that was just not good news, imagery or anything. "Y'know, we should probably drop this subject." She added with a nod.

Once at her dorm, she was quickly lost in getting the forms and filling them out, so conversation momentarily went out. She watched over his shoulder as he filled in the forms. That was part of things, too. It wasn't a requirement, but the faster he filled the stuff in, the more likely he was to be going from memory, not memorization. "For making sure you are, in fact, Oliver, reincarnation of Orville. Same reason it needs to be on ID cards. Well, not weight, but we take that too." Isabella explained as he went on with the form. It was a lot of security crap and things like that, but it just had to be done. They couldn't risk what they were risking without a substantial amount of backup, and if someone cracked it and decided it wasn't real, that they were lunatics, paperwork would help back up the fact they were completely sane; a revelation to the world no one wanted, but they had to be prepared for.

"Sign away, Orville." Isabella said, watching the paper and pen as he signed it. The signature came nice and natural. She didn't expect anything less, of course. She took the papers as she was given them, giving him a look when he started to say 'shortstop'. Yeah, that was right. be better correct himself. She stole his pen for a moment, signing her own past signature. It was still just as shaky as before, since she rarely used it then or now. "And that's that." She decreed, taking the forms to the desk, stapling them together, and then heading over to the drawers. Each girl had a column of three. "Don't look, you, this goes in my underwear and socks drawer." She said, before quickly stashing the forms under some bras and panties. No one would rummage about there but her, after all.

"And that is that, Orville Wright. Soon you'll be a legit member of RSOR. You'll like it, you really will. Speaking for myself, I quite like being able to relax as Joan at least every now and then." She added, plopping down on the sofa.

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words| 655
tagged| Oliver / Mandee
notes| 20 minutes. Not bad!

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

"It's certainly not a risk that I would want to take."[/color] The oddity of this conversation was not lost on him. If they were normal teenagers, it would perhaps not be so bad. However, these two teenagers were Joan of Arc and Orville Wright reborn. He didn't mind discussing these matters so much as he wanted to avoid Isabella/Joan's eyes as he did so. It just felt...weird discussing the subject with a saint, not to mention sex wasn't something that was normally openly discussed in the time period he grew up in. He could tell that even she felt a bit awkward when it came to discussing this, as he saw her visibly shudder out of the corner of his eye. He was therefore relieved when she mentioned that they should probably get off of the subject.

The explanation as to why height and weight was needed was sufficient enough for Oliver. He still didn't exactly see why weight was needed, although he figured that it most likely had something to do with identifying him. He continued to jot down the answers, all of them coming easily off of the top of his head for both lifetimes. Save for the misprint on his birthdate, of course, but even that was easily explained as accidentally putting down his old birthday.

After signing his own name (well, names), Oliver watched as Isabella/Joan signed her own. He noted the shakiness of the whole thing, but quickly recalled that she'd been nearly illiterate in her past life. He found himself wondering why the RSOR couldn't just have her sign her current name, but figured it was yet another security measure. The RSOR seemed to have a lot of those, but, as he was learning, this was probably well within good reason. It sounded as though this 'club' was rather established, and it seemed as though most of the kinks were worked out long before Oliver landed at the school...and long before Isabella, likely, as well (being that she was only in the grade above him).

Oliver nodded, a small grin coming across his face as Isabella told him not to peak. He was sorely tempted to, of course - He was human, after all, but a quick thought of what a girl who helped end the hundred years war in Europe could do if he happened to peak at her undies was enough to make him look the other way while she stashed the forms in the drawer. Nope, he didn't want to be stabbed in the back by a sword any time soon.

He was pleased to hear the next words that came from Isabella's lips. He would soon be an official member of the RSOR. It also pleased him to hear her use his real name, as he'd always considered it from childhood on. He could remember, on a couple of occasions when he was preschool-aged, asking his parents why they didn't call him Orville. Obviously the question had brought confusion on the part of his parents. He'd finally accepted that he would be stuck with the name Oliver for the rest of this lifetime until he came across Isabella. It was a huge relief.

"Well, I can certainly say it's pretty nice to be able to talk about myself...past and future...without anyone looking at me strangely."[/color] What a refreshing feeling! He began to play around with the watch on his wrist. "How did your parents cope with you? I swear my parents probably wanted to pull their hair out with more more than a few times...think I probably had that same effect my first go around too."[/color] He grinned sheepishly. "Then again, you probably aren't as bad as me."[/color] Any parent of a reincarnate had their work cut out for them, but Oliver/Orville was already a handful in his past life, constantly getting into everything. It was a double whammy for the poor Winchesters.

Word count: 681
To: Isabella/Dante!
Notes: Tiiiiiired. XD

[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

"That's good to know...I think? Yarg, enough." Isabella ended the strange conversation at that. While outwardly, despite the shudders and 'yarg' comments, she didn't sound that awkward, which was a lie. She was a saint, after all, and not the football-playing kind. It just made things kinda weird, and the fact neither was looking at the other made that pretty clear. No, she was going to leave that subject well enough alone for the most part. Sometimes she had to wonder that if she chose she wanted a family, if she was even allowed, different body or not. Awkward, all said and done. More awkward when you did have a one-way connection to the guy with the rulebook, and he was being quiet silent on the matter.

Rules, though, where what she had to give Orville. Rules and forms and red tape for everyone's sake; that was why she had to sign her name. She didn't mind, but it wasn't exactly the most flowing or pretty of signatures. She stowed away the forms under her underwear, glancing back once to make sure the boy wasn't looking (you never knew with boys, in her opinion) as she did so. Not that she had anything look-worthy, she wasn't that sort, but boys would be boys. Once that was dealt with, he spoke again, and she laughed.

"No, I wasn't nearly so much trouble, though I did pick up French for no apparent reason. And sing my name in kindergarten, all at once. I was born in Spain, believe it or not. So, after being frustrated with my kindergarten teacher who was trying to speak English, I tried French out and spooked the crap out of them. Thankfully, my middle name's "Jillian" so that's what they thought "Jehanne" has supposed to be. No way similar, but they were looking for reasons. That was big, but I was five, and reincarnation isn't typically on a Catholic agenda, anyhow. Nah, I have two little brothers to run after, so they weren't too concerned about me praying the rosary every night, or knowing how to garden. As for my first life, I wasn't any trouble until later on." Svaing France had been a very short timespan for Joan; as a kid, she wans't really that notable. She was like any other girl in the times, except she played solider with her cousins and brothers quite a bit. Now Orville, on the other hand, wouldn't be up to such things as praying, sewing, and beating strategy games. He'd be a tinkerer, she guessed. "As for you, I pity your parents. Both times." She said with a smile and a shake of her head. "You probably got yourself into a lot of trouble, but you didn't arise any major suspicions, right? Didn't tell anyone?"

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words| 530
tagged| Oliver / Mandee
notes| Nupe.

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

The 'yarg' and the shudder were enough to tell Oliver, though, that something was up. He was thankful when the subject was dropped, because really? Awkwaaaaaaard.

Oliver could not help but grin as Isabella recounted the signs and symptoms of reincarnation in her own youth. Though she hadn't been quite as bad as him, he still imagined that she had to shock the hell out of her teachers and parents when she started speaking fluently in a language that she hadn't spoken all of her life (well, this one, at least). The writing thing could be explained away easily enough by someone who was searching for an explanation. How were the parents and teachers supposed to know that Joan was English for Jehanne? He snorted at the mention of little brothers to run after.

"My sister could probably say the same thing about me. Unfortunately, I was that little brother that my parents had to constantly run after. In both lifetimes, really. Kindergarten was an awkward time for me too."[/color] He had a devilish grin on his face at this point. "As Orville, I went to school on kindergarten my first day. After that, I would pretend that I was going off to school, but I'd really go down the block to a friend's house, where we played with his parents' sewing machine. Took it apart and stuff like that. My mom figured things out a few weeks later, but it was fun while it lasted." Next, he opted to go with a story from this lifetime. "Already mentioned writing my old name rather than my name this lifetime in kindergarten, just like you. However, a classmate dared me to try to spray the teacher when she came out of the classroom. Rather than just take a bottle of water, I decided that I'd fix the water fountain to shoot across the hall. It worked, but landed me in hot water with my parents and teacher."[/color]

He'd backed off a bit from experiments in school at that point. He still conducted them at home, however, sometimes alone, and sometimes with Cindy. Cindy typically did not participate in the mechanical aspects, although she'd played along with him enough, especially when he was seemingly 'pretending' to be from another time. There were pictures in the family photo albums of the two of them dressed up in old fashioned clothing, for the fun of it. Or at least he assumed Cindy and his parents thought it was for the fun of it. For Oliver, it felt just as normal as walking around with jeans and a t-shirt.

Speaking of Cindy, Oliver went a bit pale at the mention of telling someone else who he was. There was one other person he'd told of course - That being his older sister, who he was incredibly close to at the time. "Well...I did tell my older sister, Cindy, but I don't think she believed me. Thought I was being silly."[/color] For the most part, he thought this was true, especially given her sarcastic reaction after he told her. However, there had been signs that perhaps this wasn't the case...her distinctly looking in his direction when she insisted to their parents that she wasn't getting on a plane to North Carolina, for example. Oliver waited to hear Isabella's response, hoping that he wasn't going to get another earful for something that happened three years before.

Word count: 575
To: Isabella/Dante!
Notes: ...don't know what to say here, lol.

[Isabella Jillian Avadore]

Having little brothers to deal with was probably one of the reasons Isabella's parents hadn't thought long or hard about their trilingual daughter who seemed to have a wide range of not just strategical skills, but a range of domestic ones. They weren't about to complain when their daughter managed to sew together ripped clothes that were otherwise a write-off, cook or manage a garden. They weren't skill that stood out, unlike Oliver's (she'd never had a chance to weave again, which she missed), since after all...before a short couple years doing what she had to, she'd been raised like any other girl of the times. With two little brothers, those skills had been considered something that of course she'd end up picking up, being much older than either of them, and thus having to do quite a bit of bother-keeping; after all, she was a full decade older than her youngest brother. "You took apart a sewing machine?" Isabella asked, not sounding the least surprised by this. "It's a lot more useful in one piece. Though sewing works just as quickly by hand if you know what to do."

At his second story, Isabella burst out laughing. Risky to do or not, that was such a strong mental image! It was downright funny, that's what it was. She'd never made that sort of trouble at school. She didn't make any sort of real trouble at all.

What, did you expect the Saint to be the schoolyard bully? Really now?

"Jesus." She gasped, leaning back on the sofa. "That's something I would have liked to see!" She knew a couple teacher that would have deserved that, vengeful and sinful as those thoughts might be. But she did go to church twice a week, confession once every seven days. The priest knew her pretty well by now...not a lot of Riverdale teens attend anywhere so diligently. The conversation took a more serious tone, and Isabella frowned a little when Orville went pale. Uh-oh. That wasn't good. There were the odd few in RSOR that had ended up in therapy, telling some overpaid phcye degree what they felt, and that was kinda worrisome. Isabella did not want to wake up and find herself having to deal with being patron saint for everything from France to rape victims and the Women's Army Corps. Although that kinda did happen when she was reading one day and discovered she'd been canonized. Kinda awkward. She'd gone red as a beet, torn between being flattered, surprised and shocked. But to be known as such...she wasn't quite sure she'd get a moment's peace.

But then he mentioned he just told Cindy. Ah yes, Cindy. Funnily enough, she'd been one of the ones to figure out Isabella herself was a reincarnate. Why she'd never told her brother, Isabella didn't know, but she wasn't just going to spilt hat Cindy was a pilot herself. "Hmm...well, she is your sister...so nothing much might come of it. But that really depends on how old you were." Isabella sounded stern, but not too berating. "There have been worse people to tell, but don't bring it up with her again." Not yet, anyhow. it was time Isa and Cindy had a talk about this.

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words| 626
tagged| Oliver / Mandee
notes| Nupe.

[Oliver Lee Winchester]

Oliver had no idea that the Winchesters had actually experienced quite a challenge with Cindy before he came along. Evidently Cindy would consistently play the role of reporter (which would make sense once he learned that she was a journalist in her past life as well as a pilot). His parents rarely spoke of this, however. Rather, they usually spoke about how Oliver got himself into trouble.

Then again, there was a chance that they didn't tell Oliver about Cindy's earlier escapades because they didn't want him to get any ideas, or have to deal with any copycat scenarios. That wouldn't be much fun, now would it?

Oliver chuckled. "I know it is, but my mom didn't seem to mind. She was into making things herself...she made a number of little gadgets to use around the house. She even made a sled for our older brothers."[/color] He smiled fondly at the thought of his first mother...his real mother, if anyone were to ask for the honest truth out of him. Not that he would give it so bluntly. He did consider Judy Winchester to be a mother, just an adopted mother of sorts.

The freshman was pleased to see Isabella's reaction to his escapades in this lifetime. He loved making people laugh with his schemes, and this was just the sort of reaction he usually looked for. That wasn't entirely the reason he'd risen to the dare in kindergarten, though it was part of it. The other was the idea of a mechanical challenge. In both lifetimes, a challenge, an insistence that he couldn't do something was incentive for him to try his best to prove his naysayers wrong. He could not help but grin slightly as Isabella's comment. "Well, I could always do an encore presentation...then again, this time around I have to make sure they don't know I was the one behind it."[/color] He didn't particularly fancy getting himself into trouble once again, especially now that he knew he had to maintain that he was Oliver Winchester in front of all of the 'normals' of the school.

Oliver watched Isabella/Joan closely for her reaction. It certainly was not one that he expected. She did not look angry, nor did she entirely brush it off. That was odd. She almost looked contemplative, if you had to ask him. Contemplative or even relieved. This was rather odd in his opinion, but he opted to leave it alone...for now. Simply because he did not want to induce Joan to whack him over the head with a wad of paper again.

"I was eleven and she was fourteen. I could pass it off as me being silly. I think she thought that was all it was anyway. Then again, she started acting weird around me after that."[/color] Oliver mused, having no idea that Isabella might have the answers to all of his questions. She knew what Cindy was. He didn't. Perhaps he would recognize the hints if he were looking...but he wasn't. Partially because he had his own issues to deal with...and partially because he figured that if she was a reincarnate, she would have told him when he confided in her that he was Orville Wright. Instead, she'd simply responded sarcastically and sent him on his way. That was hardly the way to encourage one's younger brother to recognize the signs that he might have one major secret in common with his older sister.

Word count: 601
To: Isabella/Dante!
Notes: This Cindy thing adds a whole new dimension, doesn't it? XD