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Post by Isabella Jillian Avadore on Sept 21, 2010 19:57:17 GMT -7
Oliver Winchester. The name rung a bell as soon as she saw his last name down on paper. His last name in this life, at least. She didn't know about there being any other Wrights, but she did know about another Winchester, namely a Cindy Winchester. If only Oliver knew, Isabella figured he'd find it an odd a web as history that was cuased by having reincanrates of those who shaped it wandering a high school. And that was saying something, she'd got out and say right there. It was a minor miracle no wars had started in RSOR, at the end of the day.
Isabella flailed around with bandages in her dorm bathroom, trying to get the guaze and whatnot over her bunrs. They'd take quite some time to heal, and she was not Florence Nightingale. Learning to bandage was going to take some time. How did one bandage shoulders, when you had to move your arms (and this shoulders) to do it?! The haircut, she could deal. The bandaging hurt and the stuff it was treated with smelled. Plarg. She looked out of the open bathroom door to the clock mounted on the wall. It was almost six, time for dinner. Sometimes she cooked here, but since all supplies had to come from her allowance, it was often more econimical to eat the pre-prepered, good food in the cafeteria. Besides, she needed to speak with Cindy. Now. Shge'd missed a day due to catching on fire, and time was off the essence. Oliver had joined RSOR, and Cindy was in RSOR, but Cindy had never told Oliver. And if she didn't want him to find it out in a random meeting or from someone else, Joan of Arc was going to have to be the messenger.
It was a funny story, really. Cindy was the one who found out Isabella was a reincarnate. There was a year-start ceremony, and she had to hold a candle. She had cried a little bit over holding the candle, and she'd ended up confornted by Cindy, who figured out that the freak-out was due to being burned to death by the English, and that the girl who was jamming to the mix of dark music and techno was Joan of Arc. Jehanne then, the year after, discovered that Oliver Winchester was Orville Wright, as he tried to correct a textbook. And now she was going to tell Cindy. It was a weird little occurence when it came to recruiting, that was for sure.
She finished a poor bandaging job, deicding on a black turtleneck to help cover the angry red and sterile while that came up from her neck and shoulders, a little past the bandages. No need for questions right now, people coming to ask her whatever. She just needed to talk to Cindy. A pair of jeans and she was out the door, down the long, spiralling siatcase and outside, then back into the school and the cafeteria. She grabbed a tray, and loaded up with spagetti, garlic bread, and a large carton of milk. Not grocery cartons, but the sorts they sold to school, which came in three sizes. She wasn't that thirsty! She looked around the cafeteria, searching out Cindy. She'd know that blonde hiar anywhere, she was sure.
And sure enough, Cindy was sitting down at a table, on her own. Isabella scurried over, ignoring a "what did you do to your hair?!" from a girl in her grade, and sitting down across from her friend. She watched as a swam of girls passed them, sitting down at the table to thier right. That worked perfectly. They were nearest the windows (far from the door and prying ears), with a bunch of chatty girls "like, ohmygodding" eachother and being loud enough that they would never hear anything but thier "likeOHMYGAWD"s that Isa really wasn't worried. As if they had brains, anyhow. "'Evening." Isabella said, twirlling some spagetti on her fork. She took a bite, swallowed, and went on.
"I have some funny news for you, my flying friend." She said as she opened the milk, then nibbled some more on her spaghetti. "It's a Wright tale." She said with a smile, playing on a pun Cindy didn't really know about. Right, Wright. It never got old to her.
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tagged| Cindy / Leah
notes| Isa and her pun. She likes it just too much. XD
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Post by Cindy Cassandra Winchester on Oct 7, 2010 13:43:27 GMT -7
 | UNCERTAINY IS KILLING ME AND I’M CERTAINLY NOT ASLEEP| | MAYBE I’VE GONE FAR TOO DEEP MAYBE I’M JUST FAR TOO WEAK| | AND THAT’S THE LAST PLACE I WANT TO BE THE LAST PLACE| | AND THERE IS SO MUCH WE DON’T KNOW SO WE LOVE| | ~~~AND WE HOPE THAT IT HOLDS~~~|
The day’s been long and dragging for this senior year girl, and she wondered if her day was going to be brighter than it’s been. School classes weren’t the normal and they had a substitute teacher filling in for one class; he let them do their own thing since the regular teacher seem to had mistakenly gave the wrong assignments all day. She just read during the whole course of the mayhem. It was a very good book too.
Historic Romance was a favorite of hers and the book entitled Raven Prince by Elizabeth Hoyt was in her hands as she gotten through her no work class. Poor Anna was in deny over Edward the Earl of Swartingham wanting to marry her, and it made Cindy sad for them since in her eyes Edward and Anna seem like the perfect couple in an imperfect world. She sighed heavily in her seat, and of course the bell rung before she could finish the chapter. She glared at the bell before she bookmarked her spot and hung her bag around her shoulder.
After two more classes Lunch moved in, and Cindy had the strangest feeling that somebody was awaiting her. She went to the cafeteria and looked around with a frown. Nobody in sight yet still some dread was in her stomach over and over again she had the impression of a messenger was about to give her bad news. She shook her head and thought that book she started this morning was getting to her brain, over stimulating the imagination. Maybe I should stop reading the book for now…hmm? She thought to herself, but she recounselled it and continues to read it. It’s so inspiriting to me. How could I stop? She chuckled to herself.
Another set of classes to go for that afternoon had her mind working over time. She couldn’t even go to the halfway point yet she grimaced. She really was enjoying the book and was excited to see it to the end. Of course, learning came first and foremost on her list of things to do. Math wasn’t her favorite subject, but she still tried to participate and cooperate in that course. Science was more her thing, but if you thought about it isn’t math the mother to science and vice-versa.
Well, that was a question for another time as she walked her way around the grounds. She witnessed a small scrimmage before it got out of hand to call for an adult. She rolled her eyes at the two boys who were involved in the brawl. Skirmishes were totally annoying and an unnecessary in her book, but then again she was very averted in her beliefs of non- violence. It was a wonder to anybody who knew Cindy and who her friends truly are about how she got catch being with them when a few were in wars during their first lifetime.
It wasn’t until dinnertime when she realizes the confluence of a certain French girl and her was brought to life. She was sitting at a table with a friend of hers. They talked about boys and what they were going to do later on. Her friend had to leave alone alongside the three other students seated on the same table. It was barely ten minutes later when Cindy felt a feeling of being watch and sure enough the person looking for her came over. Isabella as she was named this time around since Isa was just like her, a reincarnate of Joan of Arc which she fondly called Jehanne had just took a seat at the table.
“Hi Isa,” she greeted without really looking at her friend as she was busy reading her book and eating her remaining garlic bread. She had a small size of lemonade untouched on the tray and a water bottle sticking out of the top of her bag. “Looking…” She paused as she finally had look up and see Isa’s appearance “…good?” she ended with a question.
"I have some funny news for you, my flying friend."
Cindy did hear her, but she wasn’t paying attention when Isa said it. She raised an eyebrow as she scrutinized her young friend’s appearance. She was so busy with her analyzing and determining her Joan could to being all bandage up that she almost miss Isa’s message. She blinked. “Funny news, my rebelling friend?” She looked curious at Isabella’s play of words as she said it was a ‘right tale’ not knowing she meant ‘Wright’, but had a feeling she found her messenger of news. “Okay, what’s with the innuendo?” She knew Isa well enough to know when she was being double meaningful with her words.
Her thoughts went to her brother Oliver, and she felt the familiar guilt. She didn’t tell him about who she was or what she was and it was eating her alive when she thought of the way she was with him being Orville Wright. She needed to tell him about herself and fast or somebody would find out the truth about Oliver and her concealed life from him. It was a real agonize torn between them and she hoped he would forgive her for not telling. She hoped wistfully and, drawing a sigh from her lips, looked at her friend before her.
Why do I have a feeling I know what’s this is about? She thought.
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|LYRICS|The Fray’s "Uncertainty"
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|NOTES| Sorry for the wait. Took a while to find which files I save this in. Well, enjoy!
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Post by Isabella Jillian Avadore on Oct 9, 2010 20:56:07 GMT -7
Riverdale was a place of strange stories and Isabella was quite glad to count herself among its extraordinary tales. So much so that she had created her banner of before, and it hung in RSOR hall with the other flags and crests of warriors, king and heroes of long ago. She was proud of who she was. She was glad to be; and glad to find other like her. RSOR was a large group at the moment, but it couldn't take away from the feeling, that good feeling when she found a new one. Of course, this particular inventor did complicate a couple things, but he was a good guy. Not a whole lot of resemblance to his blood sister; not physically, but it was more than either of them might now.
Family affairs that Joan of Arc suddenly found herself wrapped up in, but that was okay to her, as she headed through the grounds to the cafeteria. She liked having something to do. Never could she be totally idle, or she'd go insane. The amount of work she did might make some go insane, but for her, it was quite the opposite. Once a peasant girl, always a peasant girl in work ethic. It was a sin to be idle all the time, in the books of this saint. There was just no reason to sit and rot away. If you sat mainly doing what you did, that was okay. But you couldn't just sit and stare at the television. At least play a video game! And at least make it one where you can master strategy, not mindlessly mash buttons.
She got her food once in the cafeteria, and sat down across from Cindy. One hand reached up to her turtleneck, and she fiddled with the collar. With hair to shot to really play with, and the strange feeling off badly wrapped bandages along with said turtleneck, it was bound to happen, and she couldn't stop herself. With her other hand she ate her food, trying to read upside down the book that Cindy was reading. She couldn't make it out so well. English in the upside down dialect was not her strong point. Maybe Spanish upside down, she could do. Given that Spanish was the first language she could actually read (not just speak) and all. Which was funny, given the girl had a mild French accent, not a Spanish one. Funny to those who did not know Isabella was Jehanne D'Arc. "Whatcha reading?" The younger girl asked conversationally, before Cindy really looked up.
Isabella smiled somewhat sheepishly at the reaction the senior had to her new fashion statement, and suddenly more aware of the hand playing with the turtleneck than before, dropped it back down, and took another bite of her spaghetti. "Long story." She said simply. "Hold your thoughts on it for a couple minutes." She'd tell Cindy if she asked, but now was not the time, and she didn't want to cast Natalia in a bad light. Call it her "sixth sense" (Voices notwithstanding) but she just had a feeling Bonnie Parker was essentially good in nature. Just that optimistic sort of hope, but not quite a hope, just some sort of...feeling. Then again, Bonnie Parker had a reputation to live up tom and so maybe she wouldn't mind? Who knew? That was one thing she didn't know, feeling or not.
"Yes, funny news I have for you." Isabella affirmed, them smirked at the question about innuendo. "How could you take those words wrong, Cindy?" The sophomore asked. "I don't see any innuendo behind a 'Wright tale", not at all. But maybe that's because I'm just too innocent." Isabella did look innocent, after all, but she'd seen her war through medieval carnage. "My news, O high flyer, is that I found your brother being a vandal the day before last. Correcting a textbook. Only, I didn't know he was your brother at first." She paused for a moment, thinking the words over. "You never mentioned RSOR to him, did you?"
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notes| Sorry for all the errors in my first post. I didn't see them until now. DX I musta been half asleep or something. Hopefully this one does better on that front.
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Post by Cindy Cassandra Winchester on Oct 19, 2010 13:26:40 GMT -7
| UNCERTAINY IS KILLING ME AND I’M CERTAINLY NOT ASLEEP| | MAYBE I’VE GONE FAR TOO DEEP MAYBE I’M JUST FAR TOO WEAK| | AND THAT’S THE LAST PLACE I WANT TO BE THE LAST PLACE| | AND THERE IS SO MUCH WE DON’T KNOW SO WE LOVE| | ~~~AND WE HOPE THAT IT HOLDS~~~|
It had been a long ride with the reincarnates here at Riverdale High school, one being the girl next to her now, and another being her brother, whom she forgotten to tell all about RSOR and how much she was starting to regret not telling him. She knew as soon as she told Oliver who she was really, he’ll act all defensive, impulsive, and angry, and rightfully so too. She needed to tell him. She kept thinking to herself she had time, but two years had pass now and still no sign of inform her brother how he was right in his statements of being Orville Wright since she was Harriet Quimby.
It was kind of lousy on her part not to tell him yet, but how was she supposed to tell him all about RSOR and her past life. It was sometimes hard to reason with her on how best to tell him about it. She wasted two years of not going up to him and saying it. She was lame in that way. How could she not be able to go up to her younger brother and speak with him about this? Because Cindy was a bit intimidated by Oliver. She was shameful by her fail rescue of her plane and passenger. It was a long list of reasons between why she didn’t go tell him. Also she thought she still had time, but really time was running out.
It had run out by the conversation Isa and her were having, and Cindy would need to confront Oliver and speak to him about her and him.
“Raven Prince by Elizabeth Hoyt. It’s about widow named Anna Wren is having a bad day who finds herself in the arms of an Earl named Edward de Raaf. He basically needs to find a new secretary because he frightened a way his last two and found Anna. She becomes his secretary, but flares are between them,” she explained a brief summery. “I didn’t finish it yet,” she show Isa how far she was in the book, “but I know Edward would find all he desires in Anna,” she chuckled at that.
She wasn’t sure what to make of her friend’s appearance, but she let it slide and store the question in back of her mind. Still it made her wonder how Isa came to her like this and why it happens to her. This was a very interesting development she allowed herself a few moments of pondering before going back to the situation at hand.
There were plenty of news to work out of and Isa always seem more able to fence them out than most. It was like her gift that was gave from Heaven, and made her believe that Joan of Arc was truly a blessed person. With her sixth sense and all, Isa was very more a delightful person and Cindy knew she would give her life to the sophomore in a heartbeat. Almost like she did with William, but failed in doing so.
“He what?” Cindy was outrage with what Oliver did to school property, but froze her next words at what was said next. “Oh? Hmm?” She decided to end in a murmur and rubbed her eyes. The young pilot sighed wearily in her soul at the next set of words. She bookmark her book, closes it, and puts it away. “I was going to,” she simply put and looked at the unfinished part of her food, as she thought again why she didn’t yet.
“You figured it out.” She voiced without emotion as she figure out how to explain herself to Isabella. “So many times I wanted to tell him, but the feeling was off when I wanted to and I miss out on the right moment,” she was telling her young friend. She was in remorse at her miss attempts and at her cowardice. “I’m a coward,” she smiled sadly and looked around the cafeteria.
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