think of nothing ` !

[b`ek .]

It wasn't that he hated this place. No, it was just that it held memories that were best forgotten, and yet he did not want to forget. Oh sure, he convinced himself that it might be for the best but that was never the truth. Those memories; while horrible and painful, were what made him him. It was not so easy to just decide that you wanted to forget, no matter how much easier that would make life on those around you. For a brief moment he smiled; thinking of an easier life outside of this one that he was so content to give up. Jazz could not believe that this was all there was, he could not believe that after this there was nothing. How could that be? How could something just dissapear like that? He shook his head slightly, Nessa dissagreed, she said that this life was the end, there was nothing after this. They were so different.

Gravel crunched beneath his weight as he walked down the road in the direction of Yellowbrook, the town was small and friendly which was exactly what they needed. The school helped Nessa and Jazz went there anyway, though he knew that no school would help his problem. Nor did he want it fixed, it gave him power, freedom and a thrill. Why would he give that up for the help of a few shrinks? He would not.

Sun beat down upon his pale skin, warming him. It felt nice to be out today. Momentarily, he scanned his surroundings to be sure that he was alone, Jazz preferred being alone to being in company, it was so much better. He moved slowly off the road until he found a large tree; a tree that would be used as his back rest. He lowered himself to the ground and leant against the tree, allowing all his tension to flow from him and allowing himself to just relax. It was so easy this way, this brief forgetting was all that he needed. His green eyes closed and a content smile played upon his lips as he allowed himself to drift off into a light slumber. He wasn't asleep, but it gave the appearance that he was. Jazz just wanted some peace and quiet. He would get up ... in a second.

It was this place, he decided. This place did something to you, rendered you in a state that was so peaceful you never wanted to leave. It kept you constantly enthralled in the ways of this small town until you would remain here for the rest of your life. Jazz knew this was impossible. Eventually Nessa would get sick of all the teachers and psycologists fussing over her, eventually she would snap and they would have to move on once again. But, if that didn't happen then someone would realise people had started to go missing. Someone would get suspicious and an investigation would start. Of course, they would not find the bodies, Jazz was far to careful in dumping them for that to happen, but any mere suspision would be enough and they would be forced to move on again. That would happen eventually, but they had a good few years first. They would enjoy themselves.

[hunter leah moore.]

Hunter sat in a tree, nearby the road they called 'Yellow Brick Road' because of it's un-natural year round leaf color. Most people thought it was the town's name. The sun was baring down out on it, but with Hunter sitting on a branch in the middle of a tree, shadow's covered her small frame. She was hunched over a book, one without a title on the cover, and bound in black leather. It was the diary of her father, one he'd kept his whole life, and wrote in until the day he died. It was hunter's favorite book, and as she read the end of an entry, she looked up, and ran her hands over the leather binding. It felt cool, and smooth under her fingertips - and she tied it together with the string, as her mysterious grey eyes found a man moving towards her tree.

She, very quietly, moved around in the branches, not making a sound. The ends of her hair, curled, moved out in front of her face, and fell on her white dress, it wasn't something she wore often, but she'd decided on it today, just because of her mood. In the shadows, her silvery grey eyes had turned darker, and were now a dark, nearly black, grey. The silver flecks inside of them shone brilliantly as she stared down at the stranger. The one ring on her finger, one in which she always wore, it's sea green color shining in the light, came into her veiw, and she quickly looked away from the stranger at it. It had shone for a moment, sparkled in the light, and it always caught her attention when it happened to do that.

She looked back down at the man, and smiled. "Having a nice nap?"

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Outfit - with less rings, and no bracelets.
Music - Like Suicide ; Seether.
Tags - Jazz.
Notes - fun ?

[b`ek .]

His eyes were still closed and he sucked in air through his nostrils, making a deliberate effort to make this slow and relaxing. He exhaled with a sigh, still having his eyes closed. Sometimes he liked to believe that he was sick of this, of all this running, burning and chasing. Nessa could not take care of herself, the fact was she didn't want to. But sometimes Jazz was so sick of having to do it for her, it was his job, he was her brother. Yet, he could not help but feel it was tedious.

"Having a nice nap?"

Though the words suprised him, you would not think that by the little reaction he showed to them. His eyes did not open, his muscles did not tense - at least not visibly - and he did not jump to his feet screaming profanities. He merely let out another, inaudible sigh. He decided that from the proximity of the voice it must have come from above him, idiot, he didn't look in the trees for other people. He would remember to do that next time of course. "Well, i was having a nice nap. Until you so rudely came and interuppted me. Or i, you. Regardless really." His words were not snide or insulting, he spoke as if he were merely commenting on the weather with little emotion, and even less interest.

Slowly he opened his eyes, directing them upwards so that he caught site of the girl in the white dress. His eyes took in every detail about her, from the way she was positioned to the way she held a little black book in her hand. One thing in particular made him smile and then laugh out loud. The girl was in a tree, wearing a dress, which meant the view that Jazz was getting was particularly amusing. "Not that i mind or anything, but are you aware that i can see right up your dress?" At this his smirk became a little more pronounced as he realised that of course she didn't know, otherwise she wouldn't have called attention to herself. "Just thought i'd let you know."

[hunter leah moore.]

"Well, i was having a nice nap. Until you so rudely came and interuppted me. Or i, you. Regardless really."

The words he spoke didn't hurt her, in fact she was so used to words like this from her step mother, they were like conversation starters for her. So she shrugged and gripped the branch above, for if she ended up falling out of the tree. She'd done that once, when a raven flew out of the tree she was in, and scared her half to death. Hunter had gotten a sprained wrist from that, and had learned her lesson.

"Not that i mind or anything, but are you aware that i can see right up your dress?"

She looked down at her dress and sighed, a sense of heat creeping up her cheeks as she blushed. "Well, I'm not used to wearing dresses. In fact, I believe this is the only one I have." Her legs swung over the tree, and she slid off, landing on grass in her bare feet. She rested her free hand on the wrist of the other in front of her and looked the man in the eyes. "My names Hunter." Her eyes had changed color once again, in this light, they'd turned a slight violet color, not dark, but they still had a greyish tone to them.

"No one usually comes out here but me, so this is.. unusual." She learned to live alone after her father had died, her step-mother and brother dis-liked her, and so she was an outcast in her own home. She didn't mind being alone, in fact, she absolutely enjoyed solitude, and the book she held was her best friend, other then her ipod.

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Outfit - with less rings, and no bracelets.
Music - Nickelback ; Because Of You.
Tags - Jazz.
Notes - fun ?

[b`ek .]

"Well, I'm not used to wearing dresses. In fact, I believe this is the only one I have."

Many other seventeen year old boys would have laughed at this comment or said something along the lines of 'well if its making you uncomfortable i can take it off for you.' But Jazz was most unlike other teenage boys and merely nodded at her explanation which had brought a tinge of red to her cheeks. He smiled reassuringly, he didn't mean to embarrass her, but then he rarely meant to do what it was he ended up achieving. His eyes followed her as she gripped the tree and swung herself down with the effortless grace of an angel, they widened slightly and he smiled. "Clearly it doesn't hinder your actions as it would others." This was meant as a compliment though he was unsure if she would take it as one. After all these years of being with Nessa he still did not get girls, he didn't think that he ever would.

"My name's Hunter."

Jazz nodded in response to her words, his eyes scanning her to fit her appearance with her name. To be honest, he couldn't fit it, maybe it was the dress that she had admitted to wearing so rarely. Maybe it was simply he didn't actually know her yet. Another smile played upon his lips. "Name is Jazz, nice to meet you." He didn't offer for her to shake his hand, it seemed like something that 'grown-ups' would do and at the moment, he wasn't really into feeling like a grown-up. He wanted to feel like a teenager, he wanted to be free, he wanted to be careless. In other words, he wanted to forget about Nessarose for a split second of his life.

He could not help but notice the girl had no shoes on her feet; bare, as she wandered around the grass that lined the gravel road. It certainly painted a pretty picture, both she and the road. He was curious about her, not that he'd been in Yellowbrook for very long but he was certain there were not very many people to meet. It was such a small town, apparently he'd been wrong. There were strangers here. Or, perhaps she was a new student at the college here? That was not uncommon, hell, that was why they had come to Yellowbrook.

"No one usually comes out here but me, so this is.. unusual."

Another half smile played upon his lips as he shifted his positon so that his hands hung lightly over his knees and his legs were crossed at the calf. His head was slightly inclined toward her, his green eyes were squinted so that the sun didn't get in his eyes. "I've never seen you here, i come here quite alot," he broke off to ponder this and then gave a short bark of laghter. "Although, perhaps thats because you've been lurking in trees, eh?" Again he chuckled to himself, as if amused at his summation.

"So, you new to Yellowbrook? Or am i just incredibly dense to not have noticed you?"

[hunter leah moore.]

"Clearly it doesn't hinder your actions as it would others."

She shrugged, nodding once. "I'm not one of those kinds of girls who cares about her appearance way to much, or cries when I get a scratch. I grew up with my step-brother, and we used to wrestle." A small light faded from her eyes as she said 'used to', clearly, Michael didn't want a thing to do with her anymore, and that saddened her, because she knew it was Maria's fault. She felt slightly like cinderella in her situation, except for the fact she was never home.

"Name is Jazz, nice to meet you."

She smiled, and nodded. "Nice to meet you too." Jazz was unusual, as her name was for a girl, but she liked unusual names, creatures, and other things. Jazz suited him, he looked layed back and apathetic, but mysterious at the same time.

"I've never seen you here, i come here quite alot," he let out a bit of laughter. "Although, perhaps thats because you've been lurking in trees, eh?"

She nodded absentmindedly. "I probably always had my nose stuck in this," she held the diary out, "so I haven't seen you."

"So, you new to Yellowbrook? Or am i just incredibly dense to not have noticed you?"

She smiled, a teeth showing smile. A small burst of laughter rose from her throat, and she shook her head. "You're just incredibly dense not to have noticed me, I guess. But don't feel bad, No one usually does." She stretched lightly, and yawned. "I could just curl up and take a nap in the sun right now." She said quietly, baring her face to the sun with her eyes closed. A small mischevious smile appeared on her face and she started towards her tree again, gripping the branch, her foot stepped into a hole and she hoisted herself up, not caring what he saw now, because he'd already seen it.
She placed the book in the small niche big enough for it, and hung of the branch again.

"Would you like to be a child again for awhile, with me?" She swung lightly on the branch, and gave her self momentum, shooting off onto another. "Come on, It's just like monkey bars. Better stick close behind if your coming though, you might get lost in a forest like this."

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Outfit - with less rings, and no bracelets.
Music - Nickelback ; Something in your mouth,
Tags - Jazz.
Notes - wow, I'm listening to alot of the same bands this month.. it's creepin' me out !

[b`ek .]

"I'm not one of those kinds of girls who cares about her appearance way to much, or cries when I get a scratch. I grew up with my step-brother, and we used to wrestle."

Jazz was very accustomed to reading expressions and noting the changes in mood and whatnot. He had to be experienced in it to note Nessa's mood changes. Thus, when her expression closed down, when her eyes changed emotion with rapid succesion and when her voice changed he knew that this was a subject he should not impose himself upon. Not yet anyway. Used to. The was the key, had something happened to her step-brother? Had he died? Got sick? Moved away? There were, of course, endless posibilities of what could have happened. Jazz merely nodded in response, not pressing the matter, he would not make a stranger talk to him, not only would that be rude and strange. It also seemed a little like a stalker; to him, at least.

Hunter truely was an unusual girl; she accepted his name without further comment or laughter as many others would have done. Personally, he loved his name, it was a sign of his mothers love of music. But, more than that, it was unique. He was not merely another; John, Jack or Harry. And that uniqueness was something that he took as a privilege and that he cared about more than his existence. For existence meant nothing when you were the same as everybody else.

"I probably always had my nose stuck in this, so I haven't seen you."

He chuckled slightly when he glanced at the book; a diary, and he gave her a rueful and fakely hurt smile. "Next time i'll have to be louder, just to outdo a little black book." His tone was just a little sarcastic, not to be hurtful or spiteful but just to joke around. Jazz ran a hand through his shaggy, black hair, something he frequently did out of habit more than out of any desire to impress.

"You're just incredibly dense not to have noticed me, I guess. But don't feel bad, No one usually does. I could just curl up and take a nap in the sun right now."

He put on a fake-hurt expression and gave her momentary 'puppy-dog eyes'. "Aww, that ain't how it works. You're supposed to say that someone as handsome as i could never be dense ... guess we'll work on that." This was his shameless attempt to lighten her expression from before, the flirting was shameless and meaningless, simply a gesture of friendship. Jazz was not one for flirting or one-night stands, he simply didn't roll that way. In that regard he was a little old fashioned, relationships; meaning both friendship and love, were more important to him than just a name and status. He would never get into a relationship for such a shallow reason.

One eyebrow raised at the sudden, mischevious smile that played abruptly upon her lips. It made him worried, as if she was going to jump and attack him. Although, that would be amusing to see. He rolled lithely to his feet as she started to climb the tree again and laughed out loud. It was fun to watch her climb, she did it so easily. Jazz, had to admit that his climbing coordination was not quite up to par with hers.

"Would you like to be a child again for awhile, with me? Come on, It's just like monkey bars. Better stick close behind if your coming though, you might get lost in a forest like this."

His hesitation was only momentary as he stared blankly at the trunk for a split second, then back up at her for another. Jazz was not about to be outdone by a girl. "Fine. But if i fall i expect you to nurse me better!" He called this up the tree, laughed to himself and proceeded to climb the tree. He was steady, if not quite as fast as her. Using his strength to pull him up the branches, managing the assent quite easily. One branch did manage to cut his arm and drew a little blood but he dismissed it. Obviously it was nothing life-threatning and thus could wait for a little while until he actually did something. Like, put a band-aid on it, or something.

"The views amazing! I think i can see another tree from up here!" He snorted at this comment, spoken sarcastically with amusement dripping from it.

[hunter leah moore.]

"Next time i'll have to be louder, just to outdo a little black book."

She scowled at his comment, but quickly dis-regarded it, as he didn't know the differance.

"Aww, that ain't how it works. You're supposed to say that someone as handsome as i could never be dense ... guess we'll work on that."

She nearly fell out of the tree at his statement, her laughter shook the branch violently, and she stopped to catch her breath. She dropped one hand to her eyes and wiped off her laughing tears as the other clung for her life. She knew the circumstances if she fell from how high up she was. She wasn't stupid..

"Fine. But if i fall i expect you to nurse me better!"

She smiled down at his climbing form, "Me, are you kidding? You'd be worse." She soon got tired of just waiting for him, so she swung her legs over the nearest branch to the top. Just as she did so, his head came into veiw, his mouth already going.

"The views amazing! I think i can see another tree from up here!"

"Ha ha. Very funny. I'm planning on making it to the big tree over there," She pointed "This time. You can see everything." She stood on her branch and steadily walked to the end of it - with it bending only slightly - no problem. Looking back at Jazz she winked slightly, and, as if she did this often, which she did, she jumped onto another branch, catching it with the palms of her hands. "Come on Jazz, Keep up!" She called, and started swinging like a monkey from tree to tree. hunter's laughter filled the air as she moved, and her hair flew behind her.

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Outfit - with less rings, and no bracelets.
Music - Check yes Juliet ; We the Kings.
Tags - Jazz.
Notes - little black books are fun.