People can always surprise you (Jordan)

[kris]

“Well, it is hard to understand what your friend might be feeling or going-through, if you haven’t been at that point yourself,” Kris argued calmly, “Your friends probably have a hard time as well, as they don’t know any way to help you. But that’ not really my place to interfere, is it?”<br>
Kris smirked, before laughing out loud at Jordan’s comment, about not walking on egg-shells around him:” Oh, I promise you, I won’t kill you. I would look lousy in a prison-robe. Besides no pretty ladies never go there.”<br>Kris winked at Jordan cheekily: “I won’t promise anything about not hiring Russian hit-men though.”<br>
“Pure-bloods? Well, if my guardians decide to go for it, they’ll probably be the next Ministers of Magic in France. As I am related closely and a pure-blood I’m expected to go to formal parties, drink tea with crazy old ladies, who sometimes pinch my butt and be polite about it all. It is amusing for a while, but that phase passes quickly. I was forced to etiquette lessons and ballroom-dancing when I was a kid and it was horrifying. I’m pretty sure I will be scared for life because of it!”<br>Although it is nice to retreat to the mansion. The house-elves take care of everything and I’m free to wander and enjoy myself. And I like Italy.”<br>

[JordanCortes]

"What I told you back at the Tower, that was only the half of it." She told him sharply, she then shook her head before apologizing and looking away. She didn't want to argue, well not that way, "I suppose you're right. They couldn't possibly understand. And it's not like I'm gonna go and tell them to kill someone and then come and give me advice. But, I wish that someone knows how to get my life back in order." She added after a moment.

"Ahh Russian hit-men! I will hide under my bed until they pass, and they shall never find me." Jordan joked before uncrossing her arms and going through her shoulderbag once more. She pulled out her sketchbook again and a small candle. She lit the candle with some matches and set it on the log behind her so she could see as she started to draw. She then listened to him, and stopped drawing when he mentioned crazy old ladies, and ballroom dancing.

"Those crazy old ladies sound like my grandmother...eesh. I can't stand that woman, and for the part about ballroom dancing...as in Waltz and stuff like that? Yeah, I hated doing that when I was little, it was fun when I could dance with Justin, my twin, but-uh then he grew and I couldn't reach him. Then I had to dance with my next-door neighbor Jason and I didn't like that much. We have a ball room and my house it's on the..."she counted,"third floor, we used to hold these big ball room dnac competitions. Once I started taking up Latin ballroom with my mom, I started competing. Useless information for you to forget. But, I had to say that because, I know how horrid ball room dancing is." Her hand continued to sketch, from memory the ballroom competitions.

"Well, you need a place to escape to every once in awhile. Right? Don't want to be stuck in some prison, which is why you wouldn't kill me, because prison robes look no good on you." Jordan said to his last comment before switching pencils and starting with light beige for a dress on her mother.

[kris]

Kris smiled. “Yeas, I learned waltz and tango and jive and dances like that. Salsa came later, when I befriended Dana and she dragged me out to clubbing. She was wat kept me sane, when my father was killed. I’ll always owe her for that, although she doesn’t feel like I owe her anything.”<br>
“As for pure-blooded education as a child – I did love fencing-classes. I had a natural talent and I was swift and quick enough for a blade. I don’t practice regularly anymore, but I still do it from time to time. There is something entrancing watching as cold steel moves, obeying to your every command. But still – if you aren’t careful it can turn against you or become lethal,” Kris mused, remembering how his father had taught him and how he had liked the feel of the sword’s handle in his hand.

“It may sound weird, but in a way it was relaxing. A safe way to rant out all your anger and frustration one could say,” Kris concluded, analyzing the action, “It’s a cold sport though – calculative and distant. Competitive.”<br>
Kris watched as the first star appeared in the sky.

[JordanCortes]

"And you didn't mention you knew Latin dances, because....why? Wait- don't answer that." Jordan smiled before signing her name at the bottom and closing the sketchbook, "Sometimes people don't feel like anyone owes them anything. It's like a kindness of the heart, though never be afraid to not accept something. Because, you might be missing out on something." She added as she stood up. She closed her eyes, and imagined music, then opened them...remembered the locket Kat Lurjee had given her for Christmas and opened it...slowly a song played, and Jordan no clue what it was...but it played anyway. She closed the locket and smiled slightly at the memory of opening this.

"Fencing...why does that sound so familiar?" She thought out loud, she bit her lip and narrowed her eyebrow in concetration and finally realized why it sounded familiar. Jason Roswick used to fence, and even though Jordan had no talent in the sport she could still take him,what a wimp, she thought to herself this time. She then looked up at Kris and smiled.

"Aren't all sports competitive? I know Quidditch is...but, aren't all of them? Including dancing? Most of them take time to learn, take time to practice, and take time to have patience for the sport at hand, so most of them are competitive. Right? I don't know. I'm confusing myself as it is." Jordan rubbed her right eye and then opened it to find white spots appearing wherever she looked, she closed her eyes counted to ten then opened them again and teh white spots were gone. She sighed and sat down again....watching the stars appear.

[kris]

“I didn’t say anything about knowing Latin dances, because you didn’t ask,” Kris answered Jordan’s question still, with a rise of his eye-brow, even though Jordan told him not to. Kris listened to the soft tune that was coming from Jordan’s locket, before continuing to listen to Jordan.

“Fencing is more distant and competitive, because in a lot of other sports you have a team to back you up. Even in quidditch – you couldn’t play the game alone. In fencing you are alone with your opponent, facing each-other with cold steel. The masks also help to stay anonymous so you just fight,” Kris explained what he had meant with fencing being more competitive than some other sports, “And I can’t possibly know, why fencing sounds familiar to you. I didn’t really even know you existed until we got into that argument in the Tower. No offence.”<br>
Kris leaned his head back onto the tree and closed his eyes, letting out a long breath. “It sure as hell helps to de-stress though. As does breaking things or cursing people. At least that’s why do.” Kris opened one way and smirked half-heartily to Jordan: “Well, except today, when I was saving ducks and getting soaked instead.”<br>

[JordanCortes]

"No one knows I exist, it's like this curse. I want to lift my veil and show everyone who I am, but...they only see two people; depressed Mi'ja or a mask of Jordan. Know one really knows who I am, or what I like or what I don't like. They just go by what I tell them. Sometimes they go too far with what I tell them. Thinking I am planning something or something like that. See, I was this prankster...at the beginning of this year. I did this big prank at the Halloween ball, only to have it blow up in my face. Haha, imagine, I even wore a dress to it because, I had a date. My friend Dillion Moore. Now, when I dress up it's for a good reason and people sit up straight and try to figure out why. And no one could, because everything they suggested I shot down. When most of them were the right reasons as to why I wore the dress. It wasn't because, I liked Dill...no that was much later....it was because, I wanted to be noticed by someone other then my closest friends. No one noticed. I was caught up in drama that I couldn't escape. I still sort of am. Like; I'm not myself anymore. I'm who they want me to be." Jordan lowered her head, tears forming in her eyes once more. She lifted her head and wiped away the fallen salt water before looking at Kris and smiling sadly.

"Onto a more, outraging subject. Letters. Yes, I said letters. Evil vicious things, you know the kind that inform you that the wedding you have been working on forever is off and that the bride and groom won't be needing your assitance anymore? God, you sit there day after day. planning the flowers and the colors and the balloons, mixing the music, mkaing the menus, ordering everything, doing such. Making sure the bridesmaids have their dresses and then what?! Then they write you a letter saying the wedding was off! Urgh! It's like I want to rip off my brothers head and then throw it out into the street, have a semi-truck run it over then burn it. But, he would probably grow another one. That's okay, I would just do it over and over and over and over and over and over and over again." She just had a major mood swing, she went from being depressed to being angered with hatred for her older brother.

"Oh what I wouldn't kill for a tylenol right now..." She suddenly said as she grabbed her head and lowered it to her knees. Her eyes were clenched shut, and she was gritting her teeth, trying to ease the pain of the sudden headache. Nothing was working. So she grabbed her shoudlerbag and looked through for it anything. Came up empty handed.

[kris]

Kris opened his eyes to hear Jordan ranting and watched the girl, as she then started to look for something called Tylenol? “What is Tylenol?” Kris asked curiously, as she watched Jordan. She looked like she was having a head-ache.
“Have a head-ache?” Kris asked moving so he was crouching in front of Jordan. He brushed over Jordan’s cheek with his knuckles, getting a tear that Jordan hadn’t noticed. “Now, I’ve been through enough hang-overs to know a charm that get rids of head-ache. I also know one for stomach-ache and nausea, but that’s besides the point already. Now don’t freak, alright?”<br>Kris pulled out his wand and placed it’s tip between Jordan’s eyes, muttering the charm, before moving back to where he had sat. The charm didn’t make the head-ache go away completely, it just dulled it, so you didn’t notice it, if your mind was busy on other subjects.

“As for you existing. Hmm, well, I’ve noticed you by now. So what do I know about you,” Kris closed her eyes leaning against tree again pondering for a moment, “Well, you are loyal to your friends naturally, as otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to attack to protect a friend. You have been through a lot and not broke under the pressure – I trait I admire, I must admit. And a sharp tongue and a quick wit with guts to argue and stand up to people – I discovered that in the Astronomy Tower.”<br>
“You can draw and dance and are rather social. At least when compared to me and a lot nicer to people. You like to draw and have a brother. You are a witch, but probably a muggle-born or a half-blood. Definitely not a pure-blood,” Kris continued analyzing as he opened one of his eyes and sent Jordan a sly heart-melting grin, “And you don’t look bad at all. On the whole – not the worst mixture.”<br>
“As for the wedding – never helped to prepare one, so I don’t know how frustrating it can be. The last one I attend was a bore, so I dragged the brides-maids and some random guy off to play strip-poker and my night with one of the brides-maids advanced from there,” Kris recalled the evening with a smirk, “So use your designs and plans for something else. Organize a play here or throw a party. Dress up.” The last comment was added with a sly wink.

[JordanCortes]

Jordan just stared at him as he placed a charm on her to rid of her headache, then she smiled. She pulled her knees up as they were before and rested her cheek on them, facing Kris. She listened to him, going through this check list in her mind...many of the things he said were true, but then again many were not. She sighed and stood up. Put her hands behind her back and clasped them together as she started to pace.

"I'm loyal somewhat, but if I'm pissed out comes all the secrets I'm supposed to keep. Me attacking Mr. Davenport wasn't for a friend; it was for a sister. She was really close to me. I wouldn't do it for just anyone; it has to be someone I care deeply for, someone who I know would do the same for me. Make sense? Breaking under pressure? Me? Yeah, I've done it before. Right after I killed him actually. Started doing something, I shouldn't have done. Sometimes I actually contemplate doing it again; but, I stop myself in time before I do it. So, no I haven't not broken under pressure...I just don't show it. I'm pretty good at acting, eh?" She replied with a lot of thought. She chose her words carefully as to not spill her secrets too soon.

"About me arguing, I'm a Hufflepuff sure. But, I love the feeling I get when I argue with someone. I would never physically harm someone, besides Mr. Davenport. Like some people; I say what I mean and I mean what I say. It's just a moment or two before I realize I shouldn't have said what I said. That wasn't the case in the Tower though, you fought back. That was something new. Most people back down from me or just agree with me after I yell at them. So; yeah, I want to thank you. Because if you would have backed down I would have felt rather crummy." Jordan sighed afterwards and then sat back down in her spot that she was in before. She then remembered what he had said about her looks, and she blushed lightly; thanking the Lord for the night and little light.

"Social, no another act. Drawing, my life. Brother, have two, Chris and Justin. Chris is 23 and Justin is my twin, hate it. Witch, state the obvious much? Muggle-born, yes. Weddings, probably the most boring thing compared to Sunday Mass. I only agreed to design it because, I was in it. Maide of honor actually. Wait-did I hear you correctly? Too much information, thank you. I don't need to know about that..." Jordan then laughed lightly before looking off into the starry sky, entranced by the twinkling, "I suppose I could plan something. I could- OH! I know! I can use it for the talent theatre! I'm sure Vanessa won't mind!" She then looked at Kris again, a thought slowly running through her mind. She wondered something but; didn't ask.

"The talent theatre is this, well, theatre that Vanessa has every year during Spring. A lot of people go, play music, dance, act, sing, tell lame jokes, et cetera et cetera. It's pretty fun, until the adults get to drunk to tell proper jokes and take over the stage. But, by then all of the teenagers are down by the footbridge anyway so it doesn't really matter." Jordan trailed off, her mind at work now. But, the gears stopped and she sighed, "Or I could throw a party or something here...but, that just isn't me." She sighed again.

[kris]

“I wasn’t planning on giving out the details, but what can I say? I like girls and I like them a lot. Luckily a lot of them, like me too,” Kris answered with amusement in his voice and eyes.

“So you put on an act, so people wouldn’t see you break under the pressure. There’s nothing wrong with needing to take a break from time to time, to relax and get yourself back together. And since you are able to put on such a good act – there is still things that hold you together,” Kris countered Jordan’s argument swiftly, before smiling lazily, “And if I had backed down in the tower, I wouldn’t have been able to look at myself in the mirror. Besides you posed no straight danger to me and even then I could have held my ground.”<br>
“Well, then. Use it in the talent theatre. Would look great. And why not throw a party? To your friends for example, if you don’t want a bigger crowd gathering,” Kris shrugged lazily, “And as for the social part – I said you are more social then me, not that you are one of the always open and out-going people. But you are interacting with me now, so we are both giving a bit in the part of being social.” Kris smirked recalling something that had been told to him: “Like it was once pointed out to me, we are exchanging words, therefore we are communicating and socializing.”<br>

[JordanCortes]

She rolled her eyes lightly and started to draw circles in the ground once more, almost forgetting about her headache, but remembering it would come back to haunt her later, "Oh, what do you know? The very little you know about my life is just that, little." She suddenly snapped at him. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared off past the lake. Her eyes like two abysses, "Besides if you had backed down in the tower, I wouldn't let you. I like having the last word...always have. I can't let someone walk away if I'm in an arguement with them, I have to be the one to walk away. And I know I wasn't a threat to you, if you felt like it you could have struck me and I wouldn't even remember my name, but what interests me is that you didn't. Most Slytherins would, I respect you for that, not hitting girls. It's a downright gentleman-ish thing to do. Though, I don't doubt you haven't hit a girl before..."

She trailed off before starting to gather her things, she shrugged off his coat and threw it at him before standing up to leave. Jordan swung her shoulderbag over her shoulder, flicked her hair out of her eyes and made her way down to the lake. Letting her shoulderbag fall to the ground, Jordan took out her wand and muttered a charm that made ribbons flow out of the tip of her wand. It was an interesting spell that she had learned from a friend, and she found it rather soothing to look at when she was suddenly angered. The yellow ribbons wafted lazily in the air and then suddenly turned to a crimson color, then to a light green, then a blue. Then back to yellow. It repeated this pattern until Jordan stopped it and put her wand away. She sat down on the shoreline and looked out past the lake...thinking. With a sigh, she stood up and walked back over to Kris.

"Sounds like you've been talking to Vanessa." She said simply. No explanation as to what she had just did. But a simple sentence that brushed aside her actions 10 minutes before, indicating she didn't want to talk about it. Jordan sat back down and closed her eyes, waiting for his response.

[kris]

Kris’s face was expressionless with all feelings and thoughts deeply covered with a frozen mask. ‘At least she doesn’t doubt that I haven’t hit a girl before’ Kris thought solemnly as Jordan snapped at him. The other words did hit Kris’s pride somewhat though.
Breathing deeply Kris eyed the waves of the lake as they washed the shore. Jordan made a little amusing trick, watching as ribbons flew from her wand, before walking back.

“We met each other for a moment in the music room late one night,” Kris’s voice was barely above whisper, but he seemed to have the skill to make sure people listened to him and his voice carried over to Jordan, “Well, I guess I should be glad, you don’t think I have ever hit a girl. But never confuse me for someone nice and sweet, and if I had left, you wouldn’t have been enough to stand in my way.”<br>
Kris stood in one swift motion and this time it was he, who stalked away. Pushing his shoes off one the go, Kris stepped into the lake once again and walked in until it almost reached his waist. In the elemental camp, he had been to in summer, had been 10 students total, as it had cost a fortune. Each groups were selected by the element they suited best, so there had been 4 Earth students, 3 Air students, 2 Water students and Kris had been the only one fitting Water, meaning he had had a private tutor, who actually had been amazed by how quickly Kris picked things up, so Kris had been even taught a bit out of the camp’s curriculum.

“Deora Ar Mo Chroi,” Kris chanted the powerful spell in Celtic. In rough translation it would mean ‘Tears on my Heart’ and it was powerful spell.
The water seemed to rage as Kris moved his wand from his heart to his forehead, before drawing the complicated symbol in the air in front of him. The lake water seemed to roar, as if during a storm and it whipped off, storming around Kris. The wind it created pulled his hair out of it’s pony-tail as the waves flew high, before crashing down over Kris. The water didn’t hurt him, but if there had been anyone else there, he would suffer severe damage from the raging water, but it just showered over Kris, with the moon and stars giving it a silver glint. Kris had been certain to make sure, the storm didn’t go further than 10 metres from him though, so it wouldn’t disturb the other creatures in the lake, nor would touch Jordan. The wind the waves caused reached further away, but the water stayed calm.

Feeling a little calmer, Kris let the waves settle down again after about 5 seconds and closing his eyes, stood still, trying to restore some of his energy. The spell was powerful, but it did take a lot out of the caster.

[JordanCortes]

Jordan watched as Kris this time walked to the lake, but he got in it. And did something that she didn't understand quite what it was. Jordan stood up, crossed her arms against the chill, and walked a little ways forward to get a better look. She tilted her head and the wind blew her hair, so it wafted in the breeze. Her brown eyes watched, intrigued, amused, and slighly frightened at what he was doing. And then, he finished. Jordan took out her wand, point it at the ground,"Elicio cacao." She muttered, suddenly hot chocolate appeared, and Jordan bent down to pick it up. Steam rose from the cup and she took a sip, not caring that she just burnt 10 or so taste buds from her tongue.

Once the waters seemed calm, Jordan made her way closer to Kris, who looked a bit worn out. She conjured another hot chocolate, set hers down on the ground,"wingardium leviosa." She said to the other cup, it floated up and she directed it to Kris where it stayed floating in front of him until he took it. ((Bit G-moding, I know...tell me and I can change it)) She then spoke, he wasn't too far so that he couldn't hear her; "I don't know what your definition of nice is...but, you fit mine." Was all she said before she took another sip of her hot chocolate and made her way back to that log she had sat at before.

[kris]

Kris watched tiredly as a cup of steaming cocoa floated in front of him until he finally took it. The drink was steaming and after blowing on it for a moment, to cool it, Kris raised the drink to his lips and took a sip. It wasn’t his favorite cappuccino but it was warm and in a way it helped.
The squid had swam closer and as Kris watched the huge lake-animal it slowly raised a tentacle towards Kris, letting it hover in the air in front of him. Kris watched the squid curiously, as he raised his right arm – the left on was holding the cu – and touched it. Kris had always had a magical – for the missing of better word – contact with animals, whether they were dangerous dragons, he had once seen in Bulgaria or domesticated cats.

Turning around Kris slowly made his way back to the shore, the water-drops still glistening in his now loose hair.
“I’m sorry for confusing... or scaring you. It has been a rough day and I just had to get it out of me,” Kris glanced back to the lake, before sitting under a willow and holding the cup of chocolate with both hands took another zip, letting his head lean on the tree, “And if you think I’m nice, then your value’s are screwed. But it’s your choice, so who am I to argue?”<br>
Kris opened his eyes and watched as a small silver fox curled up in front of his legs. Kris stretched out his hand to stroke the animals soft fur slowly in more of an acknowledgement than a pet actually.
“Did you sense the magic-waves it sent off, my darling? Did it interrupt you, is that why you’re here?” Kris let his hand lay on the foxes head, who he had rescued from some smaller blood-sucking creature when the fox was a cup. Kris had helped the fix and a bond had born between them. Kris’s voice was a soft coo, so to not scare the animal away as he raised his eyes to Jordan once again: “You put on an ac for others, when you are upset. And yes, I know it’s a soft word for everything that is happening. I rage and rant and destroy.”<br>

[JordanCortes]

Jordan shook her head as Kris came back. She just stared at her sketchbook that lay in her lap, trying in some desperate way, to figure out how to hold her sharp tongue. After reciting the periodic table of elements, she looked up at Kris and shrugged, "Depends on how you define nice as, and if you don't think yourself as nice to other people, you're sure as hell nice to me. That's counting for something."She said with simplicity and an even tone. Jordan pushed aside her sketchbook and stood up, stretching her sore limbs a bit. She raised her arms up in the air, then bent backwards, listening for her back to crack. It never came, so she swiftly stood upright, grabbed her right leg and stretched that as well.

"And about your bad day, don't you think I understand? No need for an explanation. You're able to do what you want, when you want. Right?" She smiled innocently and sat down again, seeing as she had finished stretching and was now awake for a good hour or so. She was in a better mood, but Kris didn't seem to be in as good a mood. A fox came up to Kris, for some reason all the animals seemed to love him. It's a side very little people know, she thought as she cocked her head to the side and watched him a moment. When he said something about the way he handled being upset Jordan smirked.

"Destruction is just another form of reconstruction. It must happen to make something even more grand. So in a way, what you are destroying; you're remaking into something much better. Quote- courtesy of Vanessa." Jordan responded as she dug her heels into the soil. She scraped the soil away and then pulled her foot back, dug her heel into it again, then scraped the soil away again.

[kris]

Kris just continued to stroke the little vixen’s fur as he listened to Jordan. Pieces and words from Voldemort’s note flashed through his mind and his eyes turned to steel as he stared off over the lake, where the squid moved around.
“It’s been a long day,” Kris repeated again while slowly breathing out.
Some animal made a screeching sound in the Forest and the little vixen cuddled closer to Kris, pushing herself next to his feet.


“Walking in the rain, I can't believe the way I'm feeling
Lonely once again, could it be that I'm still dreaming
I thought I heard you talking
But deep inside I know, this heart of mine has left me walking

Down the Boulevard of broken dreams
Down the Boulevard of broken dreams
You left me broken hearted, before we got things started
Rain keeps falling and so it seems
Down the Boulevard of broken dreams
Don't leave me broken hearted, I don't wanna be on that
Boulevard of broken dreams

Burning in my heart, tells me now that it's all over
It's tearing me apart, feeling that I'm sinking over
I thought I heard you talking
But deep inside I know, this heart of mine has left me walking,” Kris sang softly to the fox, leaving his hand on the animals head, as the vixen slowly relaxed again against him. Kris had a good voice, it wasn’t trained, but it was soft and had a bit off a rough edge around it, but it wrapped one in it, having a bit of calming effect like it did on the vixen.

“So as I destroy I create. That can be understood in many ways. Voldermot destroys all that’s good and kind, as we can widely state it right now. Does this mean he just makes room for new ways of goodness to grow and blossom?” Kris asked silently raising his eyes to Jordan again, before shrugging, ”No don’t answer that. Now and here is not the time to talk about him.”<br>
"This vixen comes to see me from time to time as well. I fixed it's leg, when she wasjust a cup and fed her a little. Guess it created somewhat of a bond between us," Kris explained to Jordan looking up from the vixen with a hint of a smile trudging at the corners of his lips, "At first she was a bit hesitant about me, but it has past by now. Next year she'll be old enough to have her own first litter."

[JordanCortes]

Jordan smiled calmly at him, listening a moment before tucking some hair behind her ears and pulling her legs up to her. She raised her shoulder to her ear, like she normally did when she was going to say somethin that took a lot of effort for her to put into words. When she couldn't do it, she let her shoulder fall and looked at Kris. She listened to him sing and she was faintly reminded of her brother; but she soon got that image out of her mind and listened still.

When he was finished, she listened to him talk about...well, no need for names. Jordan wasn't one to be scared of him really; the only thing he had against her was that she was muggle born. She really didn't expect him to come and kill her, so she didn't cringe as most people did when someone mentioned his name. She just sat there, silent. And even though Kris said not to answer that she said one single word, "Yes."

She watched him, even more intrigued with his actions. He was a mystery, "I stand by what I said earlier. You are one mystery. Tell me, mister, do you put on an act as well? Or do you just simply hide the things that you do that are considered nice and caring?" Jordan raised her eyebrow as she asked him this and then smiled slightly.

[kris]

Kris raised an eye-brow as Jordan didn’t seem affected by Voldmorts name. Most people were. Kris smirked ironically – he hadn’t suffered nearly as much because of the man, as he had been raised in Italy and France and there the damage wasn’t nearly close to what had been going on in England. And Meredith and Julien had just always said the name freely in front of him and Dana, so he was used to saying it.

“I am a mystery. Well, do you want to play 20 questions to get to know me better? I promise I’ll tell the truth if I am able,” Kris asked Jordan with a raise of his eye-brow, “As for if I act. Mmmm, not really. It would take too much of an effort to put on a show all the time. So why bother?”<br>
Kris stroked the vixen who seemed to be dozing next to his foot and continued with a mischievous glint in his eyes: “I drink from time to time, drive recklessly with a motor-bike, bully people if I feel it necessary or if I’m just irritated as hell and sleep around. I’m made of what mothers warn their daughters about and I love it. If animals happen to like me and I have a soft spot for them,” Kris stroked the vixen again enjoying the feeling of her soft fur under his petting hand, “Well, everybody is good at something. Those are all just parts of me and I happen to like each and every one of them. So I don’t bother to hide them – if that makes me mysterious to people, then that doesn’t really matter to me.”<br>

[JordanCortes]

"Nah, was never good at that game." Jordan remarked to his question about playing 20 questions, which was true...she sucked at that game. Who gives what thing the person was thinking of? It infuriated Jordan to no end, and she was calm at the moment, so playing 20 questions would just fire her up once again. She was silent now, considering she didn't have much to say, and she just watched the stars twinkle in the sky. When she looked back at Kris she rolled her eyes.

"Does anything matter to you? It's like your so oblivious to what's around you. It's quite...refreshing actually. Everyone else is so, paranoid...it's annoying. 'What will she think?' or 'Do they like me?' it's all, so...unpleasant." Jordan remarked after a moment of saying nothing. She shrugged again and started to draw circles in the ground once more. Not perfect circles, mind you, but circles. No circle was perfect in a world full of stereotypes.

((sorry, so short..I'm on short supply of inspiration and I'm off to see a movie...))

[kris]

“Oh, there are things that are important to me. Like which clothes are wear, as I will not settle for anything lower than the best,” Kris drawled out lazily fingering a rather odd-shaped piece of wood that he picked up from the ground, “AS for thinking what someone might think of me. Well, I care what Dana thinks, or Meredith and Julien or even Mary now, but they pretty much sum up the number of people, whose opinion matters to me. I’m rich enough, pure-blooded enough and I am arrogant to think I’m better than some others. So if someone doesn’t like me they can come and tell it to my face or stay clear of my way.”<br>
Kris shrugged bowing over his leg and pulling a knife from it’s ankle-sheath on his light ankle. He always wore a knife there, even though it was always perfectly shielded by his pants: “There are others in the world, so if someone doesn’t like, it’s their problem not mine.”<br>Twirling the rather large piece of wood in his fingers once again, Kris lowered his knife to it and slowly carved away a small bit, before examining the wood and continuing the smooth cuts of the knife, shaping the piece of wood slowly with practiced ease.

[JordanCortes]

"Uh huh." Jordan said simply, for she had nothing else to say at the moment. Nothing witty anyway, so she thought it best just to say something that could swing both ways and see what went from there. She brushed aside the pebbles and rocks that lay upon the ground and made a row of fresh soil. She then waved her wand over it while speaking clearly, "Daisy surculus."

Momentarily daisies sprouted from the soil and bloom in a nice straight line. Jordan smiled and then picked them. Throwing them up into the air, Jordan pointed her wand at the falling daisy flowers and uttered, "Cerptum pluvia." The daisies tore into tinier daisies, and this time they eached changed a different color. A red one landed on her head and she picked it off, looked at it and then threw it back up into the sky.

It didn't come back down this time though it continued to float in the wind. She smiled and looked at Kris, leaned back against the log and twiddled her thumbs, "Life is horrible." She said after a silent second. She then sighed and looked into the dark, thinking about many things that were important, and some not so important things.