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    Jocelyn noted Jack flinching at her words and filed it away in the back of her mind to assess later. Jack was a puzzle that she was slowly putting together, but it seemed as though she was still missing a lot of pieces. Her eyes grazed over him again briefly before the door opened and a boy with bare feet crashed in. Her attention was shifted, yet again, as she saw the stoic Ivan slipping in behind the boy, optics following his movements until he was out of her peripheral view. She felt bad for just leaving him back like she did, but seeing Jack and having the chance to apologize, hopefully making things right again, made her feel better than p*ssing off Irina would have. The Russian was brought back to reality by Jack pointed to her, she'd missed what the boy had asked, but Jack's response was one that made her smile. "I might be small, but I wouldn't exactly call me a pixie." She replied with a wink before allowed her attention to be brought back to Rowan. "Is it always this...crazy in here?" The white-haired girl laughed lightly, as she leaned back against the desk, giving Rowan her full attention. "Well, it's always Jack Zane crazy, but we haven't had barefoot boys looking for pixies burst through the door like a Jack-in-the-Box before today." She replied, speaking softly to the other girl. "You get used to the insanity of this town after a while though." Her eyes slipped off of the new girl's face and moved to meet Ivan's, an apology evident on her face for only a second before it hardened in the presence of Irina. There's no way you can get close to him with Irina here... Stupid, you shouldn't have left him back there, there would've been more of a shock factor if you two would've walked in together, more fun. Buuuuuut, you've ruined that. Congratulations. The girl looked away again, eyes going back to Rowan. He probably hates me anyways. Hah. What else is new? Everything good must end.
    I don't know if I would consider that little lunch "good" though. It was kind of pathetic.
    Oh shut up. I didn't know they'd be home.
    Hm. You should've taken him somewhere other than your house, that was dumb on your part.
    Jocelyn shook her head lightly to stop the inner battle and stood up off of the desk, rocking back onto her heels. "How long are you staying?"
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    ROMANOWSKY




    Both twins, different as the sun and moon, shared a look. The white haired boy's look signaled that Irina was in big trouble and that he wasn't quite sure how far the crazy could go while the red-haired girl's expressed a curiosity for how far the crazy would go and exasperation at her brother. In all, both had one point in common while staying at an impasse on the other. Wanting to stay out of the scene, for now, Ivan moved closer to Irina before sitting down on top of a desk, which was the height of a chair for someone of his height. Watching what seemed to become a disastrous mix between a romance, a comedy, and a good dose of crazy, Irina eventually sat down on the same desk slightly comforted by the familiar presence. Now more relaxed than they had been all day the twins watched Jack Zane refer to Jocelyn as a pixie which was bound to confuse the male newcomer before Jocelyn denied the claim. Rowan, for they now knew the "new students" name expressed a deep confusion which was in some way understood by the Romanowsky's while they enjoyed the distraction more than her.
    "You are still in trouble." whispered Ivan in Irina's ear without altering his eyes from the scene.
    "If i'm grounded you are as well, that Phelps girl is no less a criminal than Zane." came the whispered back answer.
    Not able to find an argument suitable enough to contradict the claim, Ivan switched the whispered topic.
    "Who are the new people?"
    "I have no idea for the crazy one, but the girl is a lying little snoop who dislikes Zane while listening to him."
    Of course, all of this was spoken in a whisper no one could hear but see as Ivan had to hunch his large form to whisper directly in Irina's ear, and the redhead had to straighten her spine until it hurt to return the tickling breath. Both knew there was more crazy to come as well, another full serving with two boys and the bubblegum pink Brooklyn Jones arriving soon. Speaking of the pink lady there were issues concerning the ball coming up. Issues such as transportation and dancing. Ballroom dancing was after all considered fossilized by most modern children who preferred jumping up and down while calling it dancing.
    Sharing another glance before simultaneously turning towards the door, the twins gazed at the once again closed exit awaiting the next dose of crazy.
    "Correction," interrupted Irina from the back of the classroom, "We still have some club members missing."
    Ivan nodded in agreement, turning his pale blue gaze back to the front of the trashed clubroom.
    "Were they not supposed to bring...FroYo?" the pale-haired male questioned. What was froyo? Ice cream? Turning to Irina, who was no help as she gave a shrug indicating she was as clueless as him, which led him to background knowledge and context clues. Fro- frozen perhaps? Yo - the greeting or yogurt? Frozen yogurt made slightly more sense than frozen hello as Brooklyn had asked about flavors but who would ever want to freeze yogurt, the Romanowsky's had no idea.
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    Oh. Humans... The boy, still dazzled and unsure of his surroundings looked around the room for any sign of the pixie that had escaped. The boy was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a voice, a male voice. Turning his head towards the sound Maxwell saw Jack pointing to another girl. A confused look still on his face he blinked once, then twice. His bare feet taking a step closer to the small white-haired girl Max squinted a little inspecting her. Pixies do tend to be a bit smaller, normally, but she did fit many of the other criteria of a pixie. But the real question was, what kind of pixie was she, a red pixie, a wood pixie, a fae? Shrugging it off the boy took out his vintage Polaroid camera snapping a picture of Jocelyn. As the buzzing of the machine started the camera started, slowly, and with much effort, printing out the picture of the girl. Pulling out the picture from a little slot on the camera Max gently pulled out a large, messy, book from his small satchel. Going through the pages of pictures and captions he finally found a blank page on which he stuck the picture of Jocelyn in.
    Satisfied with what he had just done the boy put a smile back on his face proceeding to inspecting the boy next the her. The strange boy's head whipping back the Jocelyn as she talked looked confused, almost sure he had found a rare kind of pixie. Telling himself she just didn't know it the boy shrugged of the matter turning back the red-haired boy, Jack Zane.


    "Hm… Well, all of you are quite interesting for humans" Maxwell exclaimed before stopping and turning his head toward, towards, what appeared to be, nothing. Max's sea blue eyes widening he blurted


    "The pixie!!!!" the boy pointed at the desk far in the back where the twins where sitting, soon after taking off in a run across the room, dodging the student desks he made his way to the far back of the classroom ducking down under the desk and grabbed some non existing thing, followed by a cheer of pure glee.
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    ROMANOWSKY




    OCC: I have no idea what to do...sorry guys.




    Utter confusion finally reaching the Romanowskys as the word 'pixie' erupted through the room. Looking at each other for a brief moment the twins were unable to solve the mystery as a brown haired boy was suddenly hurling himself at them. Instincts taking over the twins split, shoving themselves off the desk and barely avoided their legs being smashed by the overexcited boy who seemed to be battling with ... air?
    Both ready to retaliate against what they considered the aggression, Ivan, in a rare show of force, reached under the desk where the boy was struggling and, unamused, hauled him up off the ground and into the air (sorry for the minor powerplay UP).
    Irina, equally unamused and rather indignant at the fact that it was she that had to move out of the way, made her way around the desk in a large step and stood next to her brother gazing at the boy she now did not like. Did this guy want a fight? He seemed weak, and there was no proof that he had actually been sent to this club.
    "What the h•ll do you think you're doing?" came the harsh demand of an explanation from the two twins, speaking simultaneously.
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    "I might be small, but I wouldn't exactly call me a pixie."




    Jack tapped the tips of his fingers together, a hum of amusement at his lips. Forget for now, Jack. That is the best you can do. Forget for now. Jack gave her a geniune smile as he tilted his head to the side in curiosity of the new boy. I like him. He seems fun. Intresting. Unusal. I would like to keep him around. He thought mildly until his mind turned dark once more. Manipulate him. He could be a fun assest. Imagine. If you recruit him or show him guidance as a father would a child, he can be very fun indeed. A wicked smile rose on his face as he watched the boy from his throne.




    Then he laughed out right when Maxwell lunged for the so-called 'pixie' diving under a desk and straight to the Romanowsky twins. Brave boy. Strange boy. He tapped his finger on his head thoughtfully as he watched the twins jump away to avoid getting hit. "Yes, yes, I like him alot. He chimed. I think I will keep him.




    Slowly, he raised to his feet and placed his hands on his desk, as Ivan held up Maxwell: obviously not pleased with the wild boy.




    "What the h•ll do you think you're doing?" The twins spoke in unison.




    Jack giggled in delight but then a tight-lipped grin replaced his initial humor. In the corner of his eye, he watched as Rowan raised to her feet to, her eyes on him: waiting, for comamnds, you dog. He glanced at her but said nothing as he emerald gaze returned to the boy and the Russians.




    "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Ivan Romanowsky." He said in a sin-song tone, shaking his finger at the taller man. "That is no way to treat our guests."




    He giggled again, his adrenaline starting to thrum in his head, his blood heating and his rapid heart beat lighting his ears. "Drop him." He said lightly. "He isn't worth your trouble, Romanowsky. Plus I rather like this young man."




    He glanced at Jocelyn hoping upon all hope that she would not intervene. "Rowan?" His head tilted towards her and her wary expression suddenly turned indifferent as she turned around to look back at the Russians.




    "Yes, Vincent?" Rowan asked her friendly tone turning sour. She glanced back at him. How should I proceed?




    His smile widened out of giddiness. Oh, yes, still the loyal dog of dead gang. How marvelous. Though he still felt a tremor of anger for how she addressed him, he would have to break her out fo the habit soon enough. "Do me a favor..." He stared at Ivan, his acidic eyes bright with joyous mischief. "Grab the boy's book from the ground. I wouldn't want anyone stepping on it."




    Rowan's gaze betrayed her initial discomfort but she just nodded once before walking down the isle, she paused in front of the Russians before bending down and picking up the book, dusting it off and glancing back at Jack who remained behind his desk. "Would you like me to bring it to you?"




    Jack thought about this and slowly sunk back into his chair, he glanced between the book and the boy and shrugged. "What will it be, Romanowsky? Are you going to let the guy go so Rowan can return his book or are you going to show us just how tough you are, tin man?" His sentence ending in a mocking tone but holding no real contempt for the Russian.
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    "You get used to the insanity of this town after a while though."




    Rowan scoffed in amusement. Well, if I was hoping for a sane town, I suppose I should have gone in the opposite direction of Jackson. She glanced up at him but his gaze was fixed on the bare-foot boy running rampant around the room. Of course he would take interesting in someone so unusual. It made her nervous.




    "How long are you staying?"




    Rowan glanced back at Jocelyn and smiled. As long as it takes... She forced herself to keep from looking back at Jack knowing that he would closely watch her answer. I can't go back on my oath but maybe I can stop him from destroying himself and dragging everyone down with him. Rowan shrugged. "My father travels a lot. I'm hoping I can stay here for a while, I'm staying with my Aunt, so it is a...possibility." She trailed off as she saw Jack's movement. Suddenly her heart stopped as she saw what was happening at the back of the room. Jackson, don't. She begged as she whipped her head around to look at Jack who was now leaning against the desk like a commander looking over his battle plans.




    Rowan slowly got up as well, her eyes still trained on Jack. Trying to read his expression but coming up with a blank. What are you doing? What are you thinking?




    "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Ivan Romanowsky. That is no way to treat our guests."




    She felt her veins run cold but she didn't look behind her, she kept her gaze forward even as instinct told her that this was not going to go over well.




    Suddenly she stiffened as she heard the familiar tone of command, her name rolling off his tongue in a request she dreaded. "Rowan?"




    She took a quick breath as if she was about to dive into cold water as she glanced behind her to see exactly what situation she was going to be put in before turning to Jackson. Straightening up a bit, like that of a soldier waiting for command, she remained placid as she finally spoke. "Yes, Vincent?" How would you like me to proceed?




    Suddenly she felt a smile ghost over her expression, this dance they were doing it was too familiar to be uncomfortable and part of her hated to admit that she actually felt excitement in the anticipation of waiting for his verdict. She thought she hated the man, hated the anguish he loved to cause but a great part of her missed the chaos, the fire, the wars, the leadership of someone like Lord Vincent. It was fun, it was dangerous and his blood thirsty ways seemed to have left a lingering effect on her. I will go to war for you, my lord. She outright smiled and Jack almost seemed to mirror it.




    "Do me a favor..."




    Anything. She waited patiently.




    "Grab the boy's book from the ground. I wouldn't want anyone stepping on it."




    A bead of exasperation entered her mind as she wanted nothing less than him to tell her to do something to slice through the tension hanging in the air. But his eyes said it all. The man is playing his chess board. The tension isn't enough. He is moving his pawns around.




    It was an easy thing to obey but as she nodded and turned she didn't hesitate to walk towards the hostiles, even though she knew she could not fight them and win. But I am not expendable. Not yet. She bent down quickly and picked up the book, dusting it off before glancing back at Jack. "Would you like me to bring it to you?"




    "What will it be, Romanowsky? Are you going to let the guy go so Rowan can return his book or are you going to show us just how tough you are, tin man?"




    Rowan glanced back at the trio and wondered what Jack was playing at. He isn't even trying. His words made no sense. His actions even less than. Does he really want to start a fight? What are you hinting at, Vincent. She turned to look back at Jack noticed his side-way gaze towards Jocelyn. He knows something. Or maybe he is suspicious. Something about that girl. He doesn't care about us, his attention is too drawn to the front of the room. It's the girl. Suddenly she felt a slow rising panic as she realized that Jack could care less about her, or the crazy bare-footed, pixie-hunting wacko or even the two Russians. He was setting this whole thing up for the girl before him. Damn it! I'm going to get my @ss kicked for no apparent reason! Or maybe she was wrong. Maybe he was targeting the two students, maybe he didn't care for the boy or maybe this was a test to her? She knew him well, better than anyone else and her instinct told her that Jack was thinking faster than she could keep up. who is the target to your game, Jackson? She glanced about the room again and again she felt schema direct her towards the small girl in front.You really are a terrible human being, Jack! She glared at him and his eyes flickered to hers and for a moment he smirked as if to say: I know.



















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    Jocleyn listened to the girl's explanation about her father, but wasn't convinced. She was ready to respond, the words dancing on the tip of her tongue, when the boy dived towards the Romanowsky's, struggling with air.
    This kid is insane...
    She lifted an eyebrow and watched the scene unfold and, within moments, the boy was being held up by Ivan. Jocelyn half-stepped forward, as if she was going to intervene, when she heard Jack speak and she froze.
    "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Ivan Romanowsky."
    Biting her bottom lip, Jocelyn turned to see Jack laughing.
    "Drop him."
    Jocelyn's eyes moved to Ivan briefly before her eyes met Jack's. What was he looking at her? He was asking her not to get involved. Jocelyn calculated her possible responses and what outcomes they may have before she moved to lean against the wall by a window, watching the scene unfold with mild interest. She heard Jack call to Rowan and her response was almost military as she straightened to attention and followed orders like a dog. Interesting. The Russian paid close attention to the altercation between Jack and Rowan, the way the girl's movements were perfected to an almost science to follow exactly what Jack had asked her. "Your lie is falling apart, my dear." Jocelyn said quietly, almost to herself. Her crimson optics moved, yet again, away from the girl and back to Jack. What game are you playing, darling? Your Pawn is in position, what will your next move be? And what piece will you move out if the Pawn gets sacrificed to the Queen or King?
    The girl crossed her arms and continued to silently watch the scene, her attention getting pulled to Jack every so often as his eyes bore holes into her. His attention fell onto Rowan again and they seemed to be having a silent conversation, her eyes glaring and him smirking back. What exactly was the nature of their relationship? Jocelyn knew she had to keep an eye on this new girl, she seemed friendly for now, but how long would that last? She then shifted her attention to Ivan. Your move, King. She thought, watching him intently to see how he would respond to the passive aggressive threats from Jack Zane.
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    OCC: Ah, this is better. I'm getting warmed up now. Btw, anyone go trick or treating? (I tried, people looked at me funny though).




    IC: Admiring the boy held in the air for a few, fleeting seconds before the blissful act of interrogation reminded Irina Romanowsky of the audience. Very well, if this was to be an interactive show, so be it. A pair of gold-flecked eyes turning towards the audience member who had decided to jump on stage. He made a point about treating guests nicely, but guests have to be invited to be considered such and play nice as well. Rules which had been broken, thus thrusting this new boy out of the circle of hospitality.
    [b]"He isn't worth your trouble, Romanowsky."
    With a small laugh, Irina chimed in with small laugh holding back a classic twin comeback. Which one?
    Keeping in mind another adversary who seemed to be slinking backstage, Irina cast a furtive glance at Rowan, whose docile compliance confirmed her earlier suspicions of a lie.
    Pale blue eyes finally ripping themselves away from the victim of this sudden aggression, they moved, not towards the voice of provocation but rather his sister. Forest-green eyes sparked as they met cold blue ones, who seemed as cold as usual but held a deep stirring that only a twin could detect. Another game had started. More players, more fun.
    "Now, now Jack," drawled Irina taking a step towards said person, "no need to make a fuss." A wicked smile spreading across crimson lips, denouncing ill intent as green eyes once again strayed to Rowan before shifting to Jocelyn who had been rather quiet during this exchange.
    "You already have a new kid after all," the woman continued, voice a touch too sweet and diplomatic to be believable.
    "Rather well trained for someone you supposedly met five minutes ago." came her brother's voice, cold and sharp as always.
    "True," Irina acquiesced, "but I'm sure she's just a new girl, right?"
    Another few languid steps were taken towards Jack, the woman now standing between him and the boy he had proved to be interested in. or perhaps he simply wanted to ruffle a few feathers.
    "So it's only fair we have someone to show around as well, huh?"
    Irina continued her path, it seemed she would only stop once she reached Jack and indeed, the woman did not a few inches from him, but only stayed to utter a few words.
    "Tell him about the club. What we do."
    Now moving towards Rowan, the temptress stopped a foot short of the liar.
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    OCC: 'king' and 'queen', Joce (or is it ILikeYourFaceButNotLikeThat now?) I like it.




    IC: Tin man? How quaint. Of all the insults that he had heard thrown at him, though not many had told the tale as it was hard to speak with no tongue or while six feet underground, this was by far the worst. Childish and not very accurate, as he was white and tins were gray, the insult earned absolutely no facial response. Yet the threat. The threat had set a machine in place. A machine kept in pristine condition despite not being used all that often and being inhabited by some spiders. Not often did the Ice King feel the shiver of a game, not at the beginning anyway, but this was the beginning of something. Body language betraying nothing of what he felt, Ivan kept his eyes fixated to the boy he was holding up in the air as if he had never even heard the taunts, to begin with. Only the look shared with his sister informed her of his willingness to play a game for once.
    Chess was a favorite of his. There weren't enough players for a full game but a minor skirmish would be managed. Only his opponent irked him. A Joker and a pawn. A pawn would stand no chance but could prove tiresome and in need of removing. The Joker was the main problem. Quick to spark he would burn himself down. It always happened with the likes of jack Zane. They became too crazy, too confident.
    Irina had made a move, one that aimed to place Jack in the fault. Ivan interjected once, unveiling the elephant in the room regarding "Rowan".
    [b]"Rather well trained for someone you supposedly met five minutes ago."
    The talk continued and at the sound of steps Ivan finally allowed himself to peel his glance off his burden. As strong as he was, Ivan wouldn't be able to hold on forever, even if he could last a good while. The trick was how to put him down while not complying with Mr. Zane's 'request'. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    Hehehe. Read it, I dare you!




    It was an odd situation. He liked odd situations but every time Irina acted....like that. It always seemed to ruin his fun-loving mood if you could even call it that. Something about the way she moved, the tone of voice or even the light in her eyes, she made him regret even speaking up. It's like her whole other persona sucked up all the fun he was having and made him feel aggravated beyond belief. Maybe this was the sole reason why he found Jocelyn more companion worthy than Irina. Though he initially pegged her for an enemy he saw potential in her smile. And now?




    He heard her laugh and repressed the urge to roll his eyes. Now, not so much.




    Jack turned his attention back to Jocelyn and saw her back away but he caught her look just before she turned her eyes away. So, she does pay attention to me. Does this mean...? He turned his attention back to the twins as Irina spoke his name, somehow it was dull to his ears, it left him feeling a yearning to hear it said correctly. You miss your name, Vincent? Who will call...who will call your most favorite name, your beloved name? He swallowed and shook his head before smiling softly from behind his desk.




    Rowan stared at him but her expression was blank, she didn't even seem to hear Jocelyn's comment. Suddenly he felt a bit angered that she was even in the room. Damn it, Marwood. He cursed silently. Ah, the only one who knows your name so well. Ask her to call your name. Your most favorite name....




    "Now, now Jack, no need to make a fuss."




    Suddenly he blinked and looked up at Irina in a split-second of confusion, wondering if she had spoken before and he hadn't payed attention to any of it. He watched as the lady in red took a step past her brother and their victim to step towards him. Honestly, Irina, I am so disappointed in you. Have our interactions taught you nothing? He rubbed his temples as if a head ache was forming. More work to be done, how fantastic....




    "You already have a new kid after all,"




    Jack then realized she was referring to Rowan and he let out a small laugh. He winked at Rowan who returned with a glare of contempt. Oh, the new kid on the block.




    "Rather well trained for someone you supposedly met five minutes ago."




    Jack was almost surprised to hear Ivan speak at all. Hmph, so I was right. He couldn't possibly be the Scarecrow, this dolt has a brain after all. Surprising how he could form a complete sentence without his sister feeding him words. He saw the boy in his tight grip and frowned slightly. The Tin Man without a heart. And a man without a heart is difficult to kill.




    "What can I say, I am great at introductions." He said then turned a devious, knowing smile towards Rowan who remained silent but kept her eyes trained on him. "But I won't go into the details. I'm not the one to kiss and tell."




    He snickered and spun his chair once like a child. Then he saw Rowan take a few steps toward him, her eyes on her target: Irina Romanowsky. Aw, such a good dog. I knew bringing you here was a good choice. He snapped his fingers to grab her attention to which she immediately stopped her movement to glance at him with confusion. He gave her a sly smile before raising his head and giving a slight shake of his head. Rowan glared at the red queen before staying put and watching her every movement. Not yet, my dear Rowan. Not yet.




    He looked towards Irina as she stepped up towards his throne.
    "Tell him about the club. What we do." She said with a burning fire behind her eyes. Then she turned and walked towards Rowan, stopping in front of her only to speak again. "What we've done."




    Jack laughed unable to contain himself at the opportunity. Wrong. Move. Romanowsky. He took a deep breath before rising to his feet slowly, gloved hands folded behind his back neatly as he regarded Irina. "What we've done? Oh, you haven't said a word have you? Really, I'm appalled." He cleared his throat and looked at Ivan with a large grin. "Irina Romanowsky and I are having an affair and I made a proposal to her in which she accepted. I'm sure you father will be pleased. And Ivan, your sister is marvelous seductress, I could hardly contain myself." He put a dramatic hand over his heart as he let out a small gasp. "But, my, what that girl is hiding under her clothes, I could hardly call it innocent." He broke off in a laugh unable to keep a straight face for very long.




    Rowan gagged before almost falling over as she looked up in horror. "The f*ck what?! What? You--what?" She shoved passed Irina and walked to the front of the room, Jack waited for her and didn't protest as she grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him towards her. "You @ss clown I knew it. You dragged me here...for what? My blessing?!"




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    Rowan stood, staring at Jack and hoping that he could take a hint and just stop this nonsense before it got any worse. He was always cocky and loved to start trouble but this was just...not like him at all.




    "Your lie is falling apart, my dear."




    She picked up the words Jocelyn tossed at her but she made no move to answer her. It wasn't her lie nor did she care to defend it. In fact, she wondered why Jack would have her say something so stupid in the first place. She caught his look and rolled her eyes. For his own amusement, of course. She could care less but she often wondered what really was going through his mind in situations like these.




    She heard Irina laughed and she hated the sound, it was cold, it was deceptive and instinct told her to flee. It wasn't the charming sound of the jester sitting on his throne, over there but rather...acidic. Jack's was devious but he wore the color of chaos and destruction well, not wanting to hide it from the world. Some how, Rowan could pick up that Irina wasn't someone she wanted mess with.




    "Rather well trained for someone you supposedly met five minutes ago."




    She felt a chill go down her spine. The man who held up the kid, seemingly effortlessly had spoken and she felt even more threatened. Who are these people. What do they know of Jackson and why are they all Russian? It's like I winded up in a James Bond movie. She glanced at him briefly and then back at Vincent, knowing very well if she were to answer that he would probably be displeased. Well trained? I have my moments. Plus, following Jackson always seemed like the better option than going against him. How boring would my life be if I made an enemy of Jackson and wound up dead or worse.




    "What can I say, I am great at introductions. But I won't go into the details. I'm not the one to kiss and tell."




    Her hands tightened into fists and she clenched her teeth in aggravation. That little snake. She wanted nothing more than to slap him across the face and rip that smirk playing on his lips. Suddenly she paused and turned her glare to the red-head who was now walking towards Vincent. Her heart skipped a beat but she remained calm as she followed close behind. I don't care who this chick is, I won't let any harm come to Vincent as long as I am here. She almost smiled as she felt blood rush with adrenaline. If anyone is going to kill the bastard, it's going to be me!




    Suddenly she halted as she heard him snap his fingers and then shake his head signaling her to stop. Idiot. He's going to die. She focused her attention on the siren, not liking how comfortable she seemed to be around Jack nor the tone of her voice. Whoever she is, I will have to be sure Jack doesn't provoke her any longer. They seem to familiar with one another. Which worries me because who in their right mind would want to talk to a creature like Jack? Then she let out a small breath. Only the desperately insane. Someone like me.




    "Irina Romanowsky and I are having an affair and I made a proposal to her in which she accepted. I'm sure you father will be pleased. And Ivan, your sister is marvelous seductress, I could hardly contain myself. But, my, what that girl is hiding under her clothes, I could hardly call it innocent."




    Rowan choked on air as she heard what he said. Shut up. The hell he did! When she saw his giddy expression all doubts of his actions flew out the window. This is Jackson Valentine we are talking about. Of course he would that devious, rodent!




    "The f*ck what?! What? You--what?" Rowan shoved past the red-head who was standing in front of her and headed straight for the Lord of Calamity himself. He made me come live with my stupid aunt and leave my nice house for this? This is seriously the surprise he was talking about? . "You @ss clown I knew it. You dragged me here...for what? My blessing?!"




    I should have known better. It's not like this hasn't happened before but seriously, why did I have to be here? I should have killed him. She didn't care anymore now. There was no way she was going to allow this to happen, not when she needed him to free the rest of the guys down state. Plus, he owed her. Plus, she owed him. Plus, he was out of his mind and she didn't care if she had to drag his half-dead corpse to New York herself. Before she could keep her cool, she had grabbed him by the collar of his jacket. He didn't even flinch, just smile up at her, his hair now disheveled.




    Jack was just laughing trying to get in a word but not seeming to achieve this goal. Rowan snarled before slapping him across the face and shoving him into his seat, so that the chair rolled back into the wall. As it did so, it shook the ceiling causing the knives to fall and clatter on the ground, one sticking out of the desk causing Rowan to take a step back in surprise.




    She grabbed the knife and yanked it from the table before jumping over the desk and grabbing the laughing Jack from his chair. Stupid @ss hole. Stabbed him in his stupid face. She raised her knife at him. "Listen, you dumbass I'm going to carve a smile on your face if you don't stop laughing now."




    Jack made a weird face before smiling again and then laughing. She scowled. Was this guy even worth blood stains over? Suddenly she paused as she felt his hands gently place on top of her hand holding the front of his shirt. "I was joking, Rowan." He said softly. "You know me, I would never do anything without your blessing."




    "Oh, shut up." She rolled her eyes.




    His face grew serious. "Now if you could please unhand me, I would like to say something."




    She looked down at her tight grip on his shirt and slowly released before sighing and dropping her other hand with the knife still held firmly. "Go, make your speech. Is there a vending machine anywhere nearby?"




    Jack ignored her and brushed off his clothes before stepping around her, his eyes glistening with something Rowan couldn't exactly recall seeing before. He addressed the other students, his eyes on Irina. "First of all, I don't like being demanded things, I don't like being commanding things and I hardly ever do as I am told. So, no," He glanced at Maxwell. "This boy will not hear from me. You want him, keep him. You want to tell him whatever, not my business. What is my business is you blatantly disregarding the fact that I am a man not associated with the slim under my feet. There is no 'we'. There is only me. I do not care what you want or how you are going to achieve it but I will not under any circumstances stand for such pitiful assumptions. This club does not make me your friend, it does not make me your enemy and it does not make me your associate. So, I will answer you something: we don't do anything. We are not anything. There is only me and I am f-cking fabulous, b!tch."




    Rowan stood there feeling like she was being scolded but she knew the anger in his tone was not to be second-guessed. She hasn't seen him angry in a long time, not out in the open like this and it made no sense to her. Then his last sentence made her roll her eyes again. Jack then gave out a short laugh that sounded nothing like his usual playful self but rather clipped and dry. He glanced at her with a friendly expression. "Vending machine. Down the hall, pick me up a soda would you?"




    Rowan glanced around wondering if this really was the best time to leave him unattended to but the dangerous look in his gaze told her to run. This really was her Jackson Valentine, he hadn't faded away as she had hoped.




    Nodding slowly she began to head for the door, her nerves racing as if she felt something bad was going to happen.




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    ((Joce is just fine, hun! And thanks, I figured, you know, King, Queen, chess, it all went together.))
    Jocelyn's gaze was pulled to Irina as she spoke to Jack, the white-haired girl's eyes following the conversation as if the words were hanging in the air. She didn't really want to get involved in this little scuffle, as it really had nothing to do with her, except that she couldn't shake the feeling that Jack was testing her somehow. But that was silly, why would he care how she reacted to this situation? To see where her loyalties lay? That was easy to answer, if she had to pick a side to stand by in this room, Jack's would be the one.
    Her eyes were pulled away from Irina when the other Romanowski spoke, red optics moving to him like gravity was pulling them.
    "Rather well trained for someone you supposedly met five minutes ago."
    Hm. I was thinking the same thing. But Jack has his reasons for lying, he has a past he wants to conceal. I do as well, and I'm sure the perfect Romanowski twins have things they are hiding as well.
    The Russian's eyes almost instinctively went to Jack to see his reaction, almost expecting him to look guilty. Almost. Of course, he didn't. Actually, he looked surprised, as if he thought Ivan was incapable of verbal communication. This thought made Jocelyn snort in amusement. No, no. The King has vocal chords, and he uses them quite well. He is lacking a vital organ though, at least in public.
    "What can I say, I am great at introductions."
    Jocelyn made a small noise at this comment. It was a true enough statement, but untrue in this case. Him and Rowan went back farther than he was saying and Jocelyn hoped to figure out just how far back that was. He'd said something about not kissing and telling and then Irina was speaking again, but Jocelyn's mind and eyes were on Rowan. Who exactly was this girl? Why was she here? How did she know Jack? How far does there relationship go? She went through multiple answers in her head, but none of them really screamed Jack Zane! The girl's attention went back to the scene in front of her
    "But, my, what that girl is hiding under her clothes, I could hardly call it innocent."
    She nearly choked when hearing these words, and she wasn't the only one caught by surprise, Rowan had leaped into action mere seconds after the words left Jack's lips. Jocelyn, eyes wide and mouth slightly gaped, looked at Jack in disbelief. She did not hear that correctly. There was no way. Rowan had made her way across the room and was now holding Jack by his collar, Jocelyn stood off of the wall. Jack's old friend was livid, she tossed Jack back into his chair and it hit the wall causing knives to fain from the ceiling. Through all of this Jack was laughing. Jocelyn read Rowan's next move before the other girl even looked at the knives, she was making her way towards Jack and Rowan, her hand reaching for her own concealed weapon.
    "Listen, you dumbass I'm going to carve a smile on your face if you don't stop laughing now."

    Jocelyn was just about to pull her blade from her boot when jack spoke again,
    "I was joking, Rowan. You know me, I would never do anything without your blessing."
    Jocelyn paused, standing as still as stone, and waited for Rowan's response.
    "Oh, shut up."
    "Now if you could please unhand me, I would like to say something."
    The white-haired girl let out a breath when Rowan let go of Jack and melted, like ice in the sun, back into the background, her back against the wall again. She listened to Jack's speech silently, her eyes watching him the entire time. This was definitely not the Jack she was used to, this one was more hostile, more angry. She wasn't sure if she liked this Jack, nor was she sure if these comments were directed towards everyone in the room, or just the Romanowsky's. She decided now wasn't the time to find out.
    "Vending machine. Down the hall, pick me up a soda would you?"
    Jocelyn watched Rowan retreat out the door and she pushed herself off the wall again, moving closer to the four, but not close enough to look as though she was going to get involved.
    "It's probably not a smart idea to break out into a brawl, they have us on surveillance." She advised, pointing to a camera she noticed in the corner of the room the previous day. Though, now it had a little red light letting her know that it was actually on. "Maybe just leave this little conversation at that, a conversation." She looked from Jack to Irina to Ivan and then back to Jack, almost pleading with him with her eyes to just pick this up later.
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    Laughs. Was that all she would ever hear from him? Irina Romanowsky wanted him speechless, was it really so hard to do when in front of an audience. Only once you lost your cool in public. Still standing in front of Rowan, who seemed to dislike her more by the second, Irina turned a gold-flecked eye towards Jack Zane.
    [b]"Irina Romanowsky and I are having an affair and I made a proposal to her in which she accepted. I'm sure you father will be pleased. And Ivan, your sister is a marvelous seductress, I could hardly contain myself. But, my, what that girl is hiding under her clothes, I could hardly call it innocent."
    Son of a b*tch. Cocking her head slightly to the side Irina really couldn't see where this was going. An affair? Did that arrogant little swine think she would ever...oh wait. All the people she had had affairs with were arrogant little swines. But they were rich arrogant little swines. They provided power and money that passed on to her once a tragic accident occurred while all Jack Zane had to offer was some much-needed entertainment. Did the Queen court her Joker? No.
    If the point was to get to her brother which was the most probable option Irina could do nothing but hope her brother wouldn't look at her in an incredulous way or react violently. He's far from stupid, anyone who has to inherit a business knows what facade to put on when one of their own is in a delicate situation. Raising an eyebrow even Irina had to admit it was an excellent move. The first part at least. The clothing and what lay under was simple, perverted, and tasteless addition. Nothing but a voice that formed others thoughts.
    Barely able to get over the thought, Irina felt something flash by her and for a second. Taking a millisecond to note it was Rowan and not her brother that had attacked Jack, Irina was forced to take a step back as a knife came clattering to the floor piercing the area where she had just been.




    - READ IVAN POST THEN COME BACK AND READ THE REST -




    Boredom. How disappointing. Mediocre even. Irina Romanowsky yawned, a slim hand covering her mouth as she did so. Were jokers not meant to be amusing? Was that not the whole reason she had spent so much of her precious time on this one man? To be entertained. Yet a monolog was ever so boring. Especially one like this.
    "First of all, I don't like being demanded things" - they already knew that.
    "You want him, keep him." - slightly more interesting. Irina had gotten what she wanted, but then again. When did she not?
    "I am a man not associated with the slim under my feet. There is no 'we'." There Irina would have laughed again had she not already fallen asleep.
    Vending machine directions given, the red haired girl stood up for she had leaned against a desk while resting. "You really should steer away from speeches Jack. Awfully boring. Too long. Too repetitive." the heiress declared, taking two steps forward and plopped herself down on the teacher's chair, effectively taking advantage of Jack's vacancy. Leaning back and brushing a thin hand through loose tangles of red curls Irina transferred to a more awake business mode, once again crossing her legs. Once again head of the classroom, it was her move.
    "Well!" came a cheery voice while hands were clapped together softly before being folded neatly on skinny-jean clad legs, "Now that that's out of the way lets keep going." The happy demeanor fell instantly to be replaced in a flash by one of cruel mockery. "Did you really think that for a second I would associate myself (and by this she meant herself and her brother) with the likes of you?!"
    Standing up violently and making her way towards Jack, not stopping until they were no more than a centimeter apart, Irina spoke softly at first before turning into a whisper only her opponent (pretty please with a cherry on top only Jack for this one. it's part of the plan) could hear but in a tone that bore a deadly warning. "If you ever do really decide to come to me for an affair, which you will I can guarantee you that for whether you don't particularly care for me now fire always attracts either another fire or a moth. When you do come, you'll see what the answer is. But in the meantime...i'll enjoy the dance!"
    Red lips reached up to brush against his ear as the whisper became secretive before drifting down at a tantalising slow pace to stop at the corner of a mouth, not touching, simply grazing. Then pulling back to the mere centimeters of space. Her head cocked to the side once again as green eyes who bore golden flecks like fish swimming in a pool gazed up at her...her what? A good question, one best pondered alone instead of with an audience and possible ex lover. Yet bold moves such as these were in her domain and power was at staque.
    (What's in red is the whisper I beg no one can hear. Let me set up the scene, it'll pay off in heart attacks i swear.)
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    His sister. An affair. With a crazy pot of paint. A common jester. Not only that but a buffoon that had such a lack of decorum so great he was bold enough to comment on what lay underneath clothes, a topic usually reserved for a more private area and certainly not in said person's presence.
    Yet the jeer remained an attempt at provocation, one that would have to remain mostly unanswered if a good reputation was to be kept. So, while the white-haired man allowed himself to leisurely turn his head towards the speaker of such derisive words while not casting a glance at his relation. His expression, as per usual, lacked any sort of sensibility. Starting at Jack for a few seconds something rather bizarre event occurred. A smile. The edges of pale lips turned up parted as a rather eerie smile appeared on the man's face. With this man, a smile was no longer a kind thing. Yet the smile wasn't forced. In a way, it had always been present. The amusement, if that was the point of this display of despondency, was genuine. Yet there was no time to go in depth of such things as Jack Zane was whisked away by the girl named Rowan.
    She was angry. That was obvious. Perhaps a certain sense of betrayal as well? It mattered not, the lie would fall apart soon enough and the relationship of the two, which up to now had proved to be quite intimate, would emerge into the light for all to gaze on. Yet in the meantime knives clattered to the ground and arguments rose as one peculiar phrase rose out with a laugh.
    "I was joking, Rowan."
    Was it really? Maybe. Anyone who cared for the safety of Jack Zane would hope so. For you see, the reason of Ivan Romanowsky's amusement was experience. By his experience, no one had ever survived an affair with his sister. All had died. Isolated. Devoid of friends. And had the pale man been able to he would have felt a sentiment commonly known as pity.
    The skirmish was over as soon as it began. The pawn needs to be held on a tighter leash. Insubordination was something Ivan Romanowsky, contrary to Jack Zane, did not tolerate whoever it concerned. Yet Jack Zane was now once again on his other half, preparing for a monolog. Irina now showing a lot less interest, had also clearly not been impressed by Jacks allowance of revolt. When the dog bites the hand that feeds it, it hasn't been beaten enough by that hand. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    OOC: well, okay then. I thought it was going to be more explosive. Anyways, thanks for that...you really did surprise me...heh.


    Oh, I'm on mobile and am too lazy to actually retreats my form. Don't judge me.



    Jack's gaze drifted once more towards Jocelyn as she spoke up, he lowered his eyes afterwards feeling another uncomfortable twinge in his chest that he couldn't seem to get rid of.


    Then he turned to hear Irina speak about his speech. He shrugged again and smirked. "Can't help it. I'm just a passionate man."


    Then he sighed in exasperation before shifting his weight to his other foot.


    "Did you think for a second I would associate with the likes of you?!"


    He smiled bashfully, waving his hand to her in dismissal. "The likes of me? You mean an American? Or a beggar? Or a jester? Or...lets see, a radical? Um, maybe a good for nothing street rat?" He chuffed in amusement. "Honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way, Romanowsky."


    ::: Little side note: Mad, you do not know how much I wanted to play into this and how tempted I was to do so but doing so would also mean breaking Jack's character and I couldn't do that. So I comprised and put it in his thoughts instead. :::


    The he became suddenly aware of his own existence in the room when she got up and rushed towards him. He clenched his teeth together, his hands balling into fists as his whole body tensed. She spoke to him in a whisper but he never felt more uncomfortable in his life. As she leaned towards him, he refrained from taking a step back.


    "If you ever do really decide to come to me for an affair, which you will I can guarantee you that for whether you don't particularly care for me now fire always attracts either another fire or a moth. When you do come, you'll see what the answer is. But in the meantime...i'll enjoy the dance!"


    Tilting his head towards her as she spoke quietly in his ear, he would have brushed his lips across her jaw, softly, tentatively as if waiting for the consequences. He wouldn't care who was there, who was watching, he wouldn't care even if it killed him as he took a taste of the fire on her lips and hungrily drank the scorching wrath hidden inside her soul. He wanted it all. To burn under her reign. Would he be the moth or the fire? Would he add to her inferno or be drowned out by it? Both options brought him immense pleasure to which he only wanted to return to her in kind.


    But alas his attention was forcefully diverted by her presence so close to him. He flinched away from her, turning his head to the side and taking a step back. His breath caught in his throat and his nerves burned but he tried to remain calm to which he was quickly failing.


    He cleared his throat nervously clenching his fist tighter to keep from shoving her away as his instincts told him what was necessary. His voice was shaky when he spoke, nervous but as he looked up his eyes shown with rage. "Fortunately for you, I will do everything in my power to make sure that never happens." He swallowed, feeling as if there was a knot in his throat. "I'm not as monstrous as you may believe, Romanowsky." His eyes and expression sparked with all out seriousness as he took another step back but stopped short as his back hit the desk. "I would never do that to you. I would never..."


    He deadpanned, pausing for a long moment and then he laughed. "You're messing with me aren't you?" He said suddenly realizing he got duped and then he smiled wide. "Ha, that was pretty good, Romanowsky. For a second I thought you were serious."


    He rubbed the nape of his neck. "You had me worried there for a second, I really did think you were being serious. Ha, well you sure are full of surprises." He bowed regally and smiled up at her. "You have fooled the fool, congratulations."


    Then he took a breath of relief and shook his head. "Uh, but next time, please keep your distance. Your vanity is suffocating me." He smirked before shoving his hands in his pockets and shrugging heading for the door. "Well, I'll be seeing you in a few. Gotta go check up with Rowan."


    A gloved hand held the door open and he paused in the frame before glancing back at Jocelyn and then to Irina. As his gaze stopped at Irina a sly grin played on his face. "You know, Miss Irina. Even if I would to take your offer...well, I simply couldn't, considering beastiality is illegal in this state." He turned and grinned. "Get it? Cause your a b!tch?"


    Then his expression grew grave as he moved forward out of the room. "How's that for speeches?"




    Rowan caught his last words and rolled her eyes before she stood up at his approach. He looked like he was about to murder someone but he also looked like he wanted to die himself. It was an odd thing that repeatedly got associated with him.


    "You know, it's not funny when you have to explain the joke." She quipped.


    "Maybe I wasn't joking." He grumbled.


    "And when has something illegal ever stopped you?" She prodded holding her hand out with a soda.


    Jack sighed and took it before checking it over for any puncture marks. "When a viper came to offer me some fruit."


    "What happened in there?" She questioned suddenly realizing that look on his face wasn't from his will of violence or wanting to die but rather confusion. Jack was hardly ever confused, even if he was the one trying figure out a problem.


    He opened the can and took a long drink before smiling softly. "I must say kudos on the performance, I almost believed you there for a moment."


    He's avoiding the question. Since when did he not take every opportunity to talk about himself? She felt growing concern but answered him anyways. "Oh, that? No, I was seriously on the verge of cutting your dick off."


    He laughed at that, it was soft, genuine and it made her uncomfortable at the lack of cynical intent backing it up. "Seriously, V, what happened?"


    He took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead. "I'm not sure. The red-head, Irina Romanowsky? I don't know what she wants from me. I'm no one powerful, I don't have a fortune like she does and I don't pose much of a threat, yet she keeps digging at me, it's starting to get really...frustrating."


    "Well, if she was anything like me...which she clearly is not." Rowan added quickly folding her arms over her chest in a defensive matter. "But if she was...I would say it's because you have a...I don't know...your like gravity. People can't help but fall into your orbit."


    Jack grinned. "You just like me don't you?"


    Rowan sighed exasperated. "Sometimes it's forced."


    Jack took a deep breath. "Well...it is good to have you here. I could use a punching bag."


    "Ditto." Then she looked down the hall. "So, you want me to grab the things on your grocery list or wait here with you?"


    "Grocery list. Careful with them, eggs are fragile." He said before taking another long drink of his soda. "Plus, I would like those apples before the end of the day."


    "Thinking about making a pie?" She asked as she looked down at her watch.


    "yes, I have the perfect recipe. Of course, I'm also looking into a Miss Brooklyn Jones for some assistance." He said with a smile.


    Rowan looked up curiously. "She any good with Apple pies?"


    Jack shrugged before throwing the can into the trash. "I've heard somethings. But I'm hoping to find out first hand. Making things from scratch can be a messing thing, you know."


    Rowan shook her head in defeat before turning away and starting down the hall. "I suppose I'll buy you a new apron then. See you later, V."


    Jack watched her walk down and smiled. "See ya."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; color: white; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: -8px;] (Sorry for the short post, I'm trying to not interfere with the unknown plot.)
    Jocelyn chewed her bottom lip as Irina made her way over to Jack, her eyes moved to Ivan, gauging his silent response to the lewd comments from Jack. When her eyes found jack and Irina again, they were close, too close for her comfort. Her gaze fell of Jack again as she deliberately kept her eyes away from Jack and Irina, only looking back at the two when Jack was at the door, finishing yet another speech. She snorted in amusement at his final comment, then met his eyes as he looked over at her, then he was gone. The white-haired Russian stretched her arms over her head and moved to her bag, pulling a dollar bill from her wallet and folding it a few times before putting it in her pocket. The room was suddenly constricting her throat, making breathing hard for her. She shoved her hand through her hair and looked back at Ivan before leaving the room to grad a soda from the vending machine, passing by Jack and Rowan, but pretending not to take any interest in their conversation. She bought a can of Dr. Pepper and then returned to the room, popping the tab and taking a long swig of the drink before setting it on a desk and looking at Irina. [b]"I would think you'd keep your distance from a common jester, especially in front of your brother. Though, of course, your [i]affairs     are none of my business."     She took another drink of the carbonated drink and then perched on the corner of the teacher's desk, crossing her left leg over her right and raising an eyebrow at the twins. She nodded to Ivan and Maxwell. "Your reaction was a bit harsh. The kid wasn't a danger to either you, nor on printsessa (the princess)." The girl leaned back on the desk and sighed, looking up at the ceiling, her eyes touching the holes in the panels from the knives. Her commenting seemed to be over and then room became rather dull.[/fancypost]
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    [b]"I would never do that to you. I would never..."
    He was the first to step away. Scramble more like. Her win once again. That really was his weakness. Close proximity. Yet what had Jack Zane meant? Monsterous. As if he would be the one to harm her. She would be the one to cast a maleficium on him. Once the man was far enough from her, Irina turned on her heels and stalked to chair that had been deemed the throne of the room. Still standing, for the conflict was not necessarily over the dame looked at her joker with a raised eyebrow as her own little speech had been deemed a simple joke. The best way to lie is indeed to make yourself believe it first.
    "How's that for speeches?"
    "Crude and unrefined as well a completely lacking substance." came the indignant reply. Would he not keep insulting her? Finally sitting in the chair Irina turned to gaze at the remaining inhabitants of the room. Jocelyn Phelps, the supposedly elysian woman, and the boy which had started all of this. She didn't want him, to be honest. He was useless, clearly clumsy, and pathetically weak as no effort to struggle had been put up. Two people remained. And that very fact was the dawn of a very lucid realization. Irina Romanowsky had made a very big mistake. As Jocelyn moved, Irina urned her gaze on the woman. Was she leaving? No. Not possible. For the first and last time in her life Irina wanted Jocelyn Phelps to stay. There was still Maxwell, but he was currently being pulled by her brother and shoved out the door, which was quietly closed after both had left. An incredibly big mistake. Green eyes slowly moved to where her brother stood, pale blue eyes looking very unhappy. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=lightblue; border: none; border-left: #6E6E6E solid 2px; width: 230px; height: 200px; margin-left: -4px]
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    OCC: Sorry for the really late reply. Work has come in tons this past week.




    Faster than one would expect, for despite his imposing size Ivan Romanowsky was surprisingly rapid, the white haired boy was in front of his sister picking her up. Yet this differed slightly from his lifting of Maxwell, for, instead of grabbing her by the shirt she was wearing it was her unprotected throat that ended up in his hands. There was no surprise in her eyes as thin hands reached up to grab his own trying to wrench them off while supporting herself on his hands as to not remain hanging by her neck, only grim realization of what was no come. "He was joking!" she gasped out, her usually pale face in the process of turning as red as her own hair, for now staying at a pale pink.
    [b]"That doesn't matter."     it was chilling. Angry, yet low as to not alert whoever stood outside the classroom. "Do you really find that man so orphic to waste time on him?!" the misanthrope demanded lifting the woman of her throne, "You've had plenty of affairs before and they've all ended up dead."
    "There...is...no...affair..." Windpipes slowly being compressed, very little air passed through only allowing short fragments.
    "I would rather there be one if he ended up dead." there was no trace of the usual emotionless mask, only cool fury that was still somehow checked with the possibility of someone entering, "You decided to start playing a game, and don't tell me he started it because I know full well you went chasing after him in search of amusement!, and that makes it somehow worse."
    Footsteps. There was no time. Dropping Irina back in her chair, there was a loud thump accompanied by a large intake of breath as the two hands that had been covering his went to her throat as to recover, before pushing her hair forward in a way that would cover the red marks. In the nick of time, Jocelyn Phelps walked in to find a perfectly normal scene of Ivan sitting on the desk, an emotionless expression back on his face as if the anger had never been there, and Irina haughty as ever with red hair everywhere.
    "Being twins does not imply that we are joined at the hip, Phelps." came the biting retort still a spec of hoarseness present.
    Ivan, who had turned towards Jocelyn, answered as well once Irina had finished her part. "I reacted in the way expected to keep an appearance."
    There seemed to be a deadlock of twins in the room. One wishing for Phelps to stay with the possibility of a less violent argument later on while the other seemed perfectly content of continuing the argument immediately in private while knowing full well that eventually there would be a repost from the equally apt lady. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; color: white; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: -8px;]The girl was slightly shocked by how Irina spoke, not the manner but how her actual voice sounded. Hoarse, like she'd been choked. Jocelyn lifted her head again and looked back at Irina, sitting in the teacher's chair, and studied her for a moment. There were red marks on her neck that she was obviously trying to hide. Should Jocelyn say something? Comment on it? Probably not, but she wasn't going to move. Why did she suddenly feel protective over someone she hated? That couldn't be answered, but Jocelyn stood again and spread her arms out to the side. [b]"We're keeping up appearances now are we?"     She asked witha small laugh as she faced Ivan again. "Is that what all of this was? because from what i can see, it's far out of character for you to react to much of anything, at least in Jack Zane's eyes." The white-haired girl discretely placed herself between Ivan and Irina, facing Ivan as she dropped her arms and looked directly at him, looking as though she was ignoring the fact that Irina was even there, but in reality she was blocking him from getting closer to her red-haired enemy. "Now we've all heard things that should've been left unsaid and that were untrue, as far as we know." She raised an eyebrow, "Perhaps it'd be best not to act on whatever feelings you may have because of what was heard." The girl spoke carefully, and backed away as she did, a slight flicker of worry crossing er face as she imagined how he may react to her hinting at knowing what may have happened in her absence. Jocelyn backed up to the teacher's desk again and perched on top of it, in front of Irina, but slightly to the side so it wasn't obvious what she was doing. "[i]Maybe it would be best if you ignored anything you've heard." The Russian's eyes moved back to Irina and she set her jaw as if saying that she wasn't doing the red-head any favors or that her "defending" Irina was unintentional or whatever else she wanted to tell herself to be happy. Obviously thought, she knew that there was no ulterior motive and she simply reacted the way she had that morning with Jack and the underclassmen. It was just how she was, only this time she hadn't seen in out-right so she hadn't reacted out-right. Jocelyn looked away from the other Russian female and crossed her arms. "It would do you well to keep up appearances..." Her eyes touched Ivan's again, "even behind closed doors."


    (If this conflicts with your plot let me know and I'll change some stuff around. IU have an idea for a back-up post if needed.)[/fancypost]
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    Sorry, for my late reply. I'm working on it. Is being an American in this messed up world a good enough excuse not be online a lot these days? Ugh, so unmotivated. I'll have it done though. I'll revive Jack.

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    Who does she think she is?! This little wrench walking in with the audacity of questioning what was normal for her brother and then interposed herself between the heir and the heiress, completely ignoring the latter. About to interfere with this little circus which held absolutely no amusement, Irina Romanowsky stopped as words aimed at a rather tense point in the room which seemed to relate right to them. The room stayed silent. Deadly silent.
    [b]"Maybe people shouldn't be snooping or even trying to understand what happens behind closed doors,"     Irina stated, two heeled feet going up to the desk before pushing the chair backward. Rolling for a few brief seconds, the redhead ended up next to her brother, ultimately taking his side. Strange. Taking the side of the man that had been choking her. A normal reaction would be hate. Loathing even. Yet it was how they worked, as dysfunctional as it was. After all, she had stabbed him once, and the only think she had gotten in return was a 'sorry' and drinks afterward. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]    		 [fancypost bgcolor=lightblue; border: none; border-left: #6E6E6E solid 2px; width: 230px; height: 200px; margin-left: -4px]
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    Occ: Do whatever you want, my plan must not interfere with Jocelyn




    It seems what to say and what not to say will be something we shall work on if the ball is to pass with no incidents. Jack Zane was a lost cause, but he could very well serve as a scapegoat if things turned out too drastically. He had stayed perfectly silent when it came to Jocelyn's closed doors. It was common courtesy to return the favor. [b]"With all due respect Miss. Phelps," he continued with his sister at his side (something that pleased him although it would never be admitted), "One must not infer something without knowing everything else there is to know."
    Yet the topic was a tacit one and ready to be changed. "It is getting late and we have not yet progressed on the matter of dance. I can only teach you a limited amount if you wish to dance well." A snort emanated from Irina which he ignored before giving her a pointed look. Confusion spread scross sharp features before being replaced by realization.
    "Oh no." came the response, " There is no way I'm helping her do anything."
    A pale eyebrow raised itself letting her know that she had no choice. She owed him after all. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; color: white; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify; margin-top: -8px;]Jocelyn barely looked at Ivan as he basically told her to mind her own business.She rolled her eyes at the ceiling. [b]"With all due respect, Mr. Romanowsky,"     She started, simi-mockingly, "I don't believe tossing your sister around like a rag doll is very smart to do in a building with cameras in every corner."The Russian's eyes touched one of the corners of the room for emphasis and pursed her lips. "You might two might be important in Russia, but here you're not above the law. And battery is illegal." She shrugged to herself and listened to Ivan as he spoke yet again, changing the subject.
    [i]"It is getting late and we have not yet progressed on the matter of dance. I can only teach you a limited amount if you wish to dance well."
    Oh yeah... the ball. the white-haired girl chuckled softly to herself. These two honestly thought that she didn't know how to dance, this would be easy.
    "We can't have a dance class with no one else here." She pointed out, looking back up at ceiling and hoping for Jack to walk back in soon, with or without his little friend.
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    "pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything.
    pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about.
    and that's what you get for falling again;
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    "she's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
    the killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men.
    and that's what you get for falling again;
    you can never get him out of your head."

    OOC: Sorry for my long absence. My mother has banned me from writing because she finds it a waste of my time. So, its been difficult sneaking online again xD


    Jack loathed the thought that he, out of all people, was becoming confused with how his world worked. He used to be so sharp sighted but all these people were coming into his life and mugging his vision all up and causing as much confusion as he caused himself normally.


    It was as if he was just tangling himself more with every conversation. He opened the door extravagantly before walking in, pushing his hair back with his fingers and waving his hand in a melodramatic way to show his regal presence. "Ah, settle down my dear, frightful, children. You're most esteemed speaker has returned."


    He then skipped around a couple of chairs before making his way straight to Jocelyn, he slid onto a desk, laying on his back to stare up at her from the spot. "Hiya, sweetheart, miss me?" He motioned to the twins with a bored expression. "I'm sorry I had to leave you with such terribly dull company but I never leave a friend to muddle about on their own."


    He sat up suddenly and glanced about the room. "You spoke of dance lessons when I was walking in." He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Goodness me, what horrid idea. When I was in grade-school, I had to take these terrible lessons of how to be a gentlemen and whatnot. My father always told me, a gentlemen must know how to dance!" He said in a mocking tone before smirking at the red-eye girl. "Now look at me, do I not astound you with how much of a gentlemen I am?"


    He said jumping from the spot on his desk to bow down in front of Jocelyn, taking her hand gently with his gloved one and kissing the back of it. "M'lady."


    He straightened, giving her a wink before turning his attention back to the twins. His hands folding neatly behind his back as he took on a moral formal and aloof stance. "I suppose I wouldn't meet your standards, Irina but if I am such a horrible dance partner you might as well leave me in the crowd so I can be part of the million who dote on your superiority." His tone was passive but had the undertone of disdain, he shrugged and turned back to Jocelyn. "Anyways, I wouldn't mind dancing with you Jocelyn, would you care to save me one?" He asked quietly. "Of course you can decline my offer just as well. I have no right to take up anymore of your time than I have already." Plus, Jocelyn will at least be able to witness that viper killing me. And if Irina doesn't kill me then, I shall already be dead.

    [size=9pt]Occ: Banned you from writing? I would go insane within a day. Writing is how I get rid of stress. Sorry for the short post. My cornucopia of ideas for the twins has run rather dry. It'll be back before Christmas though.


    The room was indeed empty, yet the bustling presence of their 'esteemed speaker' was once again felt to the mild surprise and annoyance of the twins. Does he never give up? When you're beat you stay out of the picture. Yet this joker kept coming back, each time with a greater annoyance for Irina it seemed. Ivan, on the other hand, was already at the peak of his annoyance.
    yet one interesting thing, which could even be considered a clue, was the mention of dance lessons and the word 'gentlemen'. Such an indication of background was sure to surprise Irina who had found his manner undistinguished and (as time progressed) more and more crude.
    "Please don't dirt the word 'gentleman', Jack." Irina called out, 'you can be charming when you want to, I'll give you that but you are far from a gentleman."
    Two major things were happening at the moment, there always seemed to when Jocelyn and Jack were around. The first was that Jack Zane was taking a liking to the red-eyed Romanov, something that was already known but always interesting, and the second being clues about the past.
    He was well educated. Has basic knowledge of how to dance. Probably went to a good school once upon a time.
    The extent of Jocelyn's education was unknown along with her dancing skills. What a perfect time to figure it out.
    "If I only danced with people of my standards, I would dance with no one at all Jack Zane," came the biting remark of a well groomed viper.
    Lounging back, a plan constructing itself in the devilish mind, Irina wasted no time laying the scene. "But why don't you show us what grade school taught you?", Irina challenged green eyes flicking over to the fallen princess, "With Miss. Phelps since you crave a dance so."
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