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    Jack didn't know what to say. He was surprised to say in the least but not outwitted. Her reply caught him off guard thinking that she would instead loose control of her rage. Which would have been a sight to see. Or that she would ignore him, outwit him possibly. But not that:
    "You seem almost sad Jack. Would you miss me if I became that boring?"
    He could have laughed it off, ignored it, or outwitted her but a wave of emotion caught up with him and the fire swelling in his chest overran the thoughts running in his mind. He swirled around on his heels to face her with an appalled look. Jack scoffed and blinked in utter confusion. "I don't understand. I simple don't understand why you keep thinking that you know me? You think you know how I think. Funny. Hilarious, even." He chuckled dryly. "But no. I don't miss things or people. I don't allow things to be missed. I don't let things get away if they are to be missed. Understand me? So, no I would not miss you if you grew boring because I wouldn't allow it." He said matter of factly and then paused. looking up towards the ceiling and shaking his head. "No..wait. That's not what I meant. I meant your already boring. I don't care. Nevermind."
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    Yet here, she did not have the advantage. Jack seemed more than willing to lose his life, something that would prove 'boring' as liked saying. So her goal wasn't to see him pushing up daises. I want to see him vulnerable. Completely bare of his armor. As weak and naked as a newborn babe.
    But he was walking away. Losing interest. That was new. No man had been able to walk away from her before, unless her mother was nearby. Then she looked like a tiny ember compared to the roaring fire her mother was. Irina Romanowsky had time. Jack's mood was unpredictable. So she would prepare something, bid her time, and wait for him to realize that whether he wanted it or not, he couldn't leave the check board until their game was done.
    "Your interest in me is your concern Jack, said the red haired girl Russian accent as strong as ever, "But if you step off the check board, you lose the game." The Romanowsky leaned again the wall, bottle green eyes locking with Jacks emerald ones. "But whether you want it or not, we'll dance at one point. After all, we do have a ball coming up in Venice."[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    Shaking off the feeling that something was slightly off, Ivan Romanowsky decided to focus on the topic of history which he hoped would prove a bit lighter than their previous topics. "World history was a required part of my education." the white haired man explained, "But since I found it interesting I was able to study it with..."
    No reason to say anything about Irka. His little sister had done enough today. Heck she had gotten in as much trouble as he could tolerate already. Then again, he was out of practice. Incredible how a bit of piece of quiet and loads of work can make you forget how to ignore a sister who got into trouble all the time.
    This place wan't exactly where he had planned to spend the rest of the year. The academic level was lower than he was used to, Irina got into worse company than ever, and it was just so hot here! Back in Russia it was 8 to 15 degrees celsius.
    So far the only positive thing he had seen was the girl in front of him. Who was once again blushing adorably. If she kept that up he was going to be a puddle. And going from ice wall to puddle in front of a girl, who admittedly was rather good looking in her own way, was not exactly good for his reputation.
    Once again he could hear Irina in his head. He had is coming, he had it coming, he only had himself to blame. His sister needed to stop watching movies with catchy songs. It was starting to get to him.
    Clearing his throat, the tall man tried another attempt at conversation. "I heard that Ms. Jones would hold a ball for her many 'friends'." he started, "I believe she mentioned inviting all of us."[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    ((Like I said, whichever one you chose I can work around it. I have another Jocelyn persona who's a knight, so it'll work.
    Nice to see you back, hun :D Missed ya.))
    His education? That's right, Jocelyn almost forgot that not everyone in Russia had the lessons she had. Her father home-schooled her, and of course she learned the basics that every child in school learned, but she never exactly took a world history course, her history was based solely in Russia, more specifically she learned all about the her family and the other rulers of the country. She wished that she had a normal education like everyone else, then maybe she wouldn't have turned out so screwy and her only 'friend' would be a psychopathic ginger, albeit an interesting psychopathic ginger. She wondered if she'd still find Jack interesting if she had a normal childhood. She wondered if she'd still have feelings for Ivan. She wondered how different she would be in personality. Would she have turned out to be a good person? Would her father be dead? Would she even be here in Arizona? Even a small change in her past could change her present and future. Maybe if she would've just told her father that she loved him and asked him to be safe the day he said he was work, but was really committing treason, he would've rethought his actions and he would be alive. There were so many maybe's and what-if's, but none of them really mattered because she couldn't change was was passed, and even if she could, would she want to? If her past was different, if she had different parents, would she have ever met Ivan or Jack or even Irina? Probably not. Her thoughts were interrupted by Ivan speaking again, not about history this time.
    "I heard that Ms. Jones would hold a ball for her many 'friends'. I believe she mentioned inviting all of us."
    This caught her attention. Why would he mention that? Jocelyn knew that Brooklyn was the party type and had many balls and galas throughout the year, but even if Jocelyn was invited, the Russian wouldn't have ever gone to one. But Ivan was mentioning it now, and suddenly it sounded a lot more pleasing that before.
    "Yeah, I heard she may put one on, but I wouldn't exactly call her and I acquaintances, much less friends." She replied, trying to dig into his mind without seeming too eager. "Her family has a lot of these parties throughout the year, mostly for business.. Her dad is pretty important, I think." Then the white-haired Russian remembered Brooklyn's reaction when Ivan walked into the club yesterday. The two knew each other, pretty well if you could go by how Brooklyn was speaking to him. She said something about dancing with him before? At a party similar to the one the little bubblegum-b*tch wanted to put on now probably. Jocelyn's feeling of jealousy at this thought was strong and off-putting. What the hell, Joce? Chill out. She thought silently as her crimson eyes searched Ivan's icy ones, though what exactly she was searching for was unclear. She was sure if he were to pay attention to the expression in her eyes he was sure to see her jealously, but she hoped she was wrong. The Russian hated feeling vulnerable and her feeling for Ivan made her vulnerable to him. He could ask her to kill someone and she'd probably do it. If she was being completely honest with herself, she'd see that. But, she was never honest with herself. Quickly, she did the best she could to hide her jealousy once again, but the thought of Brooklyn getting close to Ivan p*ssed her off. She was sure her face was still pink from blushing, but it was probably a bit darker now from her feelings of jealousy. Most of Jocelyn's feeling were intense, and if they were too intense they were hard for her to hide. This was one of those feelings.
    Thinking about the pink-haired girl dancing with the stone-wall of a man made Jocelyn realize just how little of a chance she actually had with him. He was probably in a binding marriage with some rich girl to seal his families fate or something. Chewing her bottom lip, Jocelyn looked away from Ivan again, her eyes moving to look out the window. She had to forget her feelings or she's end up hurt. SHe wanted to talk to Jack right now, he was her only friend, really. But, she wasn't sure he even wanted to talk to her and she wasn't sure he'd care too much. Jocelyn sighed softly, still chewing on her bottom lip in thought. Slowly she bit harder and harder, the pain casing her to forget whatever her thoughts wanted to move to.
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    OOC: Thanks! Yeah, it's good to be back. May be a bit rough in writing since I havent used Jack in a while, it's sometimes hard to get back in the groove of what's going on. Haha. I will try to be on as much as possible but I'm still in DC







    Jack cursed himself for fumbling, this morning wasn't the worst morning by far. Probably because he didn't have a regular audience to perform and fumble to. It was both relieving and exciting.
    "But if you step off the check board, you lose the game."
    Jack scoffed again and then laughed. "Game? You must be joking." He straightened his stance and spoke with a sense of out right seriousness in his tone. "Sweetie, I invented the game." Then with a enticing smile spoke softly. "You see I can place you in a checkmate with a snap of my fingers. But your probably wondering. How? How could he do that? How can he beat me? He's just bluffing."




    His wicked smile lighting his face as a new gain confidence overwhelmed him. "I assure thee, I am not."




    Yes, he was smart. Very very smart. In a sense of loopholes and the game of chess. No, life wasn't a game if someone looked close enough but it could be seen by one such as Jack. Each life a mere pawn until they rise to a higher rank. Irina had risen herself to queen. Enemy of his own empire. What empire? The empire of unknown slaves of course! Who would willingly join sides with someone like himself? Jocelyn almost had but she found out something that made her turn away. Jack felt a twinge in his chest at the realization of this but shoved the thought away for now. So, he was alone on the board against Irina and her army of pawns, knights, rooks and all the other pieces she had gathered thinking that they could protect her. But he was smart. Very very smart.




    "I will give you one way I could win. Since you seem so clueless it makes me want to give you some cab fair." He sighed dramatically. "I could always let you win by giving up the game. You would "win" but I would be the winner. And if you give up the game so I win because you think you would be a winner than I would ultimately win because I controlled the stance in making you make a move to give me the winning spot. Checkmate, my dear. Checkmate." He let out an impish giggle as he spun in a circle like an excited puppy. But then he paused as he calculated her next words.
    "But whether you want it or not, we'll dance at one point. After all, we do have a ball coming up in Venice."
    "Hmm, maybe, maybe not. Your brother wouldn't approve. I don't like being told what to do, so what makes you think that I would go with you terrible lot to Venice? Disgusting notion!" Jack scowled. He hated it. Hated the way she said it. Like she was in control, like she had to tell him what to do. Like she was planning an assault and he had no clue what it was. What did she peg him for? A fool! I am no fool! I am no fool!! Seething hatred. He had to keep it under control but she needed to be taught that she could not control him, could not command him and shouldnt assume. It wasn't like he didn't know how to dance. He had to learn when he was forced into a private school for boys. He learned many frivolous things such as dancing and other manner like things. He smiled seductively put with all the same sly playfullness. "Mmm, but I bet you are just dying to dance with death. Then he straightened. "You are a very confusing person, Irina Romanowsky. Very confusing. I don't like it. And I don't like how you assume so much. It's quiet disgusting. But maybe I can break you out of the habit. We shall see."
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    Irina Romanowsky smiled. It wasn't a kind smile but it didn't fall into the category of a cruel smile. It was a sardonic smile. It was always something to see her opponents get so full of themselves. "Sweetie, I invented the game." Ha! She had been playing this game as long as he had, and before her it was her parents that had played it. The man in front of her saw himself as a Gob, maybe not a good one, but still an all powerful creature. Interested at how me intended to put her in checkmate, the heiress had a hard time containing a mocking laugh.
    Both good tactics to be sure, but once again. Too confident. Irina Romanowsky planned to do neither of those things. The game would continue. Even if he tried stepping off the check board, it would expand. See, a game does not end until one player is completely crushed. With her, giving up was not an option. Their playground was also their prison.
    Green eyes watched with lazy interest as Jack droned on and on. Now he's the one getting boring. Where were the colors she had seen before? "Mmm, but I bet you are just dying to dance with death." This time the Russian could not help but let a snicker escape her lips. Death? Her initial guess had not been to far off, but instead of a god he was death. Turning her gold flecked eyes back to Jack, a look of unconcealed mocking superiority in her eyes, Irina waited till Jack had finished his little speech before pushing her curvy frame off the wall to slowly walk over to Jack. Even though he was only a few steps away, it took several minutes as Irina made her steps particularly slow while making sure it portrayed dominance.
    "Do you want to know what will make you come to the gall with us terrible people?" she questioned before leaning into his ear to whisper the last part, "Curiosity." It was as simple as that. A flaw she had noticed in both herself and ack. Both wanted to know. He would want to see how much chaos he could inflict on the ball, how much trouble he could create. How close to death he could get. "As to the subject of breaking me, I don't break." she whispered to his ear. deciding to take a little risk Irina, quick as a viper, slipped behind him. Now behind him, he mouth was still at his ear level but her hands her now mere mm away from his back. Not touching, only barely brushing. "I'm flexible." she continued every nerve awaiting a reaction, "As any tango dancer should be."[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    Ivan Romanowsky knew that not everyone had the money his family had. Yet speaking of the ball according to tumors Brooklyn Jones had planned to go to Venice and invite everybody in the club. The only problem was who would bring them.
    It would be quite a pity if Jocelyn (Jack could stay here and die) couldn't come with them. But this ball also required a partner from what he had heard. Glancing back at Jocelyn he only had time to see a fleeting expression from her eyes that he didn't have time to identify.
    Never mind, he had a conversation to keep going. "Ms. Jones can stay for less than one minute in a room and consider everyone in it a friend. No doubt she sees one in you although I believe she might have lost the original meaning of the word." he said, "So I believe you are required to attend."
    Going back to the idea that it was a partner dance and quite far away Ivan mentally consulted the partners he had available. Irina or Brooklyn would be the most obvious choices I suppose. Yet something told him his twin would have other things to do than be his partner and the idea of dancing with Brooklyn once again (they had danced once and Ivan had been ready to throw up after) was not on his list.
    Maybe. Just maybe, if he managed to ask her before Jack and get her to say yes... he could bring her to Venice with him. Focusing once more on the petit girl in front of him Ivan could not help but hesitate, feeling for the first time a doubt when it came to asking a women out.
    Taking a deep breath Iavn looked back at a slightly darker shade face in front of him. "From what I have heard you must have a partner to attend the ball." he stated in a casual manner, "And since I don't think you've been to Venice it would be nice to have a sort of guide, no?"
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    OOC: I'm sorry, what checkmate thing?? I don't remember receiving anything, maybe I'm mistaken. You live in DC? Well, it's a beautiful place! Dreary weather I must say. I live in California and the weather is just as unpredictable xD




    Jack. The man that held himself away from others. The man that blurred lines and got confused between certain things that seem obvious. The man who was afraid of everything and yet feared nothing. The man who was more likely to die at his own hand than the threat of others.




    Had he met his match? Of course not! He had seen his match, a monster, a frightening beast, ugly and distorted. He had seen the face of his demise and of his creation along with his favored companion. Yes, he had seen it all and it frightened him to the bone but most of all it gave him courage that he was not facing an enemy worse than himself.




    That being thought out he had no intention to play a game he did not know. Though Irina proved to be less shallow than he had first thought she was still glancing over the water and guessing its depth rather than measuring it out.




    Jack listened to her wicked words, her accent lulling, her breath poisonous, her statement deadly. He could feel her, around him, a snake waiting to strike. But what can a snake do when it wishes to bite a hunter's trap? He hummed, the sound resounding in his chest as an almost purr. His eyes flickered, following her with only his emerald gaze, staying still as if by command. She wanted a game. He wanted a game. She wanted to win. He did not. He didn't find winning the way she wanted to win, exciting enough, fulfilling enough. It was as if destroying ones enemy wasn't enough. It wasn't enough. There was something more he wanted. He couldn't place it. Was it power? It was something along those lines but he couldn't see it, yet. tricky, tricky little voices. Not telling me what to do. Have you gone mute? Have you given up? Tricky little voices what do you want me to do?




    He stiffened slightly and gritted his teeth at her close proximity. He could almost feel the heat radiating off the palms of her hands onto him. His nerves sharpened as did his senses. Every instinct lit aflame telling him to run far away. His heart beat quickened as he again felt the suffering of rubatosis. His emerald gaze slithered across open air searching for his adversary. The leather of his gloves made a sharp sound as he balled his hands into fists. The urge to shut his eyes and focus had to be put at ease with all his strength as thoughts and images flashed through his mind. "It may surprise you. But some of us aren't allowed to go to parties across the globe," He said obviously exasperated besides his obvious discomfort."and unlike you, some of us can't afford to."




    Curiosity? It was true. When she said it out loud half of him was begging for a chance like that. But now that she had said it out loud he knew it was forbidden for him to go. He would not allow someone to command him, predict him. When they told him he would do something he had every urge to go the other way. Except for one person. The one person he would obey until given a chance other wise. Jack tore himself away from the Russian as anger again seeped into his blood stream.
    "I'm flexible. As any tango dancer should be."




    Was she flirting with me? God, she must be insane. Doesn't she see me? See what I am? Who would want to flirt with that. Wait. No. She is trying to mess with me. Fun. Disgusting. Hateful girl.
    He laughed and shook his head. "God, what do you want from me? Want me dead? Alright. Want me worse than dead? Can be arranged? Want to dance? No. Want to mess with me? No. Want to play a game? No. I am done with you, Romanowsky." He had been saying it lightly but the last sentence was spat out with every ounce of hatred he had withheld. "Your sick! Disgusting!" He snarled, his eyes lightening up in a flame of green. "I hate you, you pathetic mutt. The very thought of having anymore connection with you makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a fork and eat them. I really wish I was dead right now. Because it would be a lot better than seeing your pathetic sack of skin!"




    He took a step back, panting as the fire licked his bones. Then he laughed and clapped joyfully. "See? Did see that? That's what I was hoping you would do! It would have been so much fun. I love a good tussle, don't you?" He took a deep breath in pure awe. "Wow. That was nice. I liked that. The whole gouge my eyes out? Priceless."




    He laughed again as if he had just heard the funniest thing on the planet. "But, no, seriously. Your kinda getting on my nerves. Kinda naggy. Real turn off." He clicked his tongue and switched gears in a blink of an eye. "I mean, a ball? Really? You got to be kidding me. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I rather bomb the plane the go to a stupid party with a bunch of stupid people! Ha! Disgusting brats."




    He then snickered. "And did you honestly think, I would...what? Actually dance...with you?! What bath salts are you smoking?"




    He took a deep breath and sighed in refreshment. "So, you wanna grab something to eat or we going to stand here all day?"




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    "Ms. Jones can stay for less than one minute in a room and consider everyone in it a friend. No doubt she sees one in you although I believe she might have lost the original meaning of the word." he said, "So I believe you are required to attend."
    He was dragging this out fat too much. The slow pace that this whole encounter lurched to was mind-boggling. It made Jocelyn want to scream. What was the point in bringing any of this up? What it not obvious enough? Even if Jocelyn wanted to go, she didn't have the money to get to Venice nor the proper attire to wear to a ball of Brooklyn's magnitude. Was it just her or was Ivan rubbing the whole ordeal in Jocelyn's face? She hoped it was just her. She hoped that was her jealousy talking and not his true feelings. Wait? What did she have to be jealous of? Brooklyn? Surely not. Jocelyn was far more superior to Brooklyn in many ways, maybe not in wealth or status, but Jocelyn had something that the Cotton-Candy princess did not. She had personality. Brooklyn was just a carbon copy of every snobby right girl in the world and a Daddy with money to help her out. Jocelyn was still in this mind-set when Ivan spoke again.
    "From what I have heard you must have a partner to attend the ball."
    The Russian sat up a bit at his words, waiting for him anxiously to proceed. Even though the pause was only a few seconds, it felt like an eternity to Jocelyn.
    "And since I don't think you've been to Venice it would be nice to have a sort of guide, no?"
    Guess it was obvious... Well, nothing about Jocelyn really screamed "Money!" Not like Brooklyn and Irina. Jocelyn wasn't flashy in the sense of her 'perfect hair' and 'perfect nails' like the two heiresses. She had a pretty edgy wardrobe, if you could call pretty much different variations of the same outfit a 'wardrobe', and she had a pretty flashy personality, though it was put to shame by Jack, but that was pretty much it. Her thoughts were getting off topic now. WHat was Ivan saying again? Oh, that's right, Venice. At this point, the white-haired female was practically on the edge of her seat.
    "Would you allow me to accompany you?"
    Jocelyn almost choked. On what, you ask? Why, what other than air? But, she caught herself before that almost terrible embarrassment. Instead, she gazed at Ivan, in an attempt at nonchalance, and said, "You want me to go to Venice with you? To a fancy party- uh, ball- with a bunch of people I don't even really like, much less know how to talk to?" She asked, almost incredulously. Pause. Of course she already knew the answer she'd give him. It was without a doubt ridiculous to think she'd say anything other then that. So, carefully, after an appropriate amount of making him wait (without p*ssing him off) Jocelyn cocked her head to the side slightly as if she was thinking about her answer. "Yeah.. okay. I can't think of anything better I have planned." She winked at Ivan and gave him a crooked grin. Not one of those seductive grins she gave to guys to get what she wanted, no. This was a true, 100% original Jocelyn Marie Phellps smile. Rarely did anyone ever see her goofy, yet still cute of course, little lopsided smile, but she figured Ivan deserved an authentic reaction. Secretly she'd wanted to go to Brooklyn's ball, but to save face she'd never be able to go alone and she couldn't ask Jack because it was against both of their personalities to do such a thing. Now that Ivan has asked her, it was impossible for her to avoid it. "I'd love for you to show me around." She said, a bit quieter than her usual tone, less harsh as well. The Blush was back, not the angry one or the embarrassed one, but the light pink one that simply accentuated her features with a soft pink glow instead of covering them in harsh red.
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    [justify][sub][color=white]Oh my god, it has been so long since I have posted on the thread, I must thank mad for kindly sending me the link to this thread again, I am sorry to hear that riots did not get my invite to my new thread I will send it again when I am on a computer. I have been planing the ball in my head and I believe I told mad the the ball was going to be in Venice, Italy. Once again I am very sorry for having lost my other account and will post as soon as I can/when I have access to a computer.


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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."

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    Irina Romanowsky had made what she determined a good move. Jack was uncomfortable and she hadn't ended up with a broken nose and pinned against a wall. "It may surprise you. But some of us aren't allowed to go to parties across the globe," Right. She had almost forgotten. Transportation. Thinking about it now it seemed almost stupid on her part.
    Careful not to topple over as he stepped away, the red headed girl went back to her normal stance. Watching silently with green eyes met emerald ones, Irina Romanowsky made of a mental note of his thoughts. He thought she wanted him dead. Wrong. Worse than dead? Maybe. She wanted to know. To be informed. The was the only aim of this game at the moment. It was only once they really became aquatinted that the game would really begin. All she had to do at the moment was understand the first layer of paint e had smeared on himself before she could start ripping it off.
    Distracted by Jack's voice, which now held anger, Irina couldn't help but narrow her eyes. She needed to stay calm. And up to now she had managed to. Yet standing submissively as she being insulted was not something everyone was allowed to do. Her father already gave her that and he was enough for her. Do not kill him. She told herself, her right hand nevertheless itching to pull out the knife she had in her pocket.
    In the end she managed to stay calm enough to watch Jack suddenly shift to another mood. One of self satisfaction and content. About to congratulate herself for not gouging his eyes out for him, she soon realized her ordeal was not over. making sure to keep a flawless mask of amused indifference on her face Irina could only think ahead.
    "And did you honestly think, I would...what? Actually dance...with you?! What bath salts are you smoking?" Her mask of indifference melted to reveal a sceptic expression. Who wouldn't want to dance with her? She had everything she needed to get anyone with a snap of her fingers. Rich, beautiful (although she had never really been called that, men seemed to prefer more crude words), and in perfect awareness of how to use her strengths to her advantage. About to fire back the question 'what are you smoking?!' she was interrupted by an invitation to lunch.
    He was angry at her, wanted nothing to do with her, and now invited her to lunch? Not that she was complaining. This was probably an offer which would not be repeated soon and a chance to persuade Jack Zane to go to the ball. Pulling out her phone she texted a quick message to Brooklyn saying 'for the ball, how do you plan to get the kids there and know how to ballroom dance?' before shoving it back in her pocket while casting a glance back at the hallway that led to the classroom.
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    Ivan Romanowsky unconsciously started tapping his finger slightly against his crossed arms. A habit he usually manage to control was resurfacing. But he was much to busy to notice as he was waiting for an answer.
    Even more nervous after her question, the man was about to interject that all these things could be learned when the answer came out as a yes. A small smile broke out on his face. Good. She had agreed to be his partner.
    But the heir of the Romanowsky could no help but look back on his words. He had asked to accompany her. Not for her to be his partner. Maybe she had simply understood that he could be going along with her? A wave of doubt washing over him the white haired man started to ponder as how he could make her understand that he meant as a partner without seeming awkward.
    Because although Ivan might seem smooth with woman; a strong and silent type that didn't have to lift a finger, he was found to be incredibly less capable in front of someone he took personal interest in.
    Still to preoccupied by his blunder to fully recorporate Jocelyn's smile Ivan sat up slightly straighter.
    "Very well, if Brooklyn does not plan of providing transportation, which I believe she will due to the fact that she would not let any of you out of her site without looking 'proper', I will come pick you up." he stated with a casual air, "We should arrive some time before the ball starts so I can sho you around then before we actually dance."
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    OOC: Yeah, I never realized how humid it got here. In Cali it's just warm, not accustomed to it yet but it's enjoyable in it's unpredictability. Just getting warmed up, Mad. Can you keep up? Mawahaha! >:D




    Jack looked at her with an amused expression and laughed at her remark. Her eyes flashed that she was completely serious and he felt a note of triumph. He tilted back on his heels and gave her a merciless smile. "Wow, you really easy, aren't you?" He snickered and clapped his hands in glee. Then he looked at her with a fake pout. "Aw, did you really think I was being serious? Come on, Irina. You should know better. I just got done telling you off on how much I despise you." He countered, his head tilted to the side as if he was genuinely confused.




    "Plus, you won't be satisfied with what I have to offer." He waved his dismissively. "Which is nothing of course." He patted his pockets. "Poor penniless soul, aye? And the great Irina Romanowsky does deal with that sort of filth, am I correct?"




    He turned towards the classroom. "I can in fact escort you back to class considering it was I who drew you out. Class will be ending soon anyways. I am sure you want to collect your things and be on your way." He said in an almost normal manner. Then he gave her a sheepish smile and started to walk towards the classroom but his gaze lingered on her. "Unless you rather stay here?"




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    Jocelyn practically melted at his smile. Ivan Romanowski smiled. At her. Though, she didn't have much time to think about this before he spoke.
    "Very well, if Brooklyn does not plan of providing transportation, which I believe she will due to the fact that she would not let any of you out of her site without looking 'proper', I will come pick you up."
    Oh god. He was going to pick her up? Where? At her home above the restaurant? That wasn't going to work... Maybe she could stay with a friend, at least for him to pick her up somewhere her grandparents would see. But then, what if he wanted to meet her grandparents? Plus, she didn't really have any friends... Sh*t. Jocelyn was getting pretty desperate trying to think of an alternative to him picking her up. At least picking her up from her house. She was about to ask him not to go to her house when she heard him speaking.
    "We should arrive some time before the ball starts so I can show you around then before we actually dance."
    Jocelyn chuckled softly. "You're really bad at dropping hints." She observed, but she sat on the edge of her seat and leaned towards him. "But, don't worry. I understand it's a date. That's what I was hoping for." The bell rang and the Russian stood, picking up her bag and placing her sketchpad carefully into the front pocket. "Would you like to join me for lunch? There's a Russian restaurant about 15 minutes from the school, authentic." She pulled out her phone and texted Jack, Lunch plans? -Joce, and then put her phone in her pocket, turing back towards Ivan. "My family kind of owns it so I get free food. Plus, the chef makes the best Shashlyk and we have a brew-master who brews his own Medovukha." She spoke in a tantalizing, almost sing-song, manner with a small grin on her lips. "I can even play nice with your sister if it pains her to be away from you for so long." Jocelyn pushed her metallic-white hair away from her eyes, meeting his gaze. Yet again she noticed how icy his eyes were in color. Her own eyes stood out against her pale face like a drop of blood on pure snow, but his... they were the first signs of spring, with the ice and melting into the purest of water. She opened her mouth to speak again, but it took her a secodn to remember what she was saying. "I- I promise it's w-worth it." She stammered, not because she was nervous or anything, but because those eyes had left her speechless.
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    Forgot to say this yesterday but, may the 4th be with you!


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    Irina Romanowsky had taken a blow. One that she had taken due her incapability of knowing her enemy. Not sure whether she wanted to slap herself in the face or just be sick, the green eyed girl realizing her mistake could only try to keep it cool. Altering her previously easygoing mask into one of slight annoyance but mostly nonchalance, Irina reminded herself of the long term goals to keep herself from going absolutely nuts. And maybe also added images of a chainsaw going through Jack's mocking face.
    Think like Ivan, you don't care about killing him yet. Just analyze. His move had been more predictable than she had expected. Used to him being wild she had assumed the change of emotions was normal but now... It seemed there was a sort of pattern in his behavior. Strong feelings didn't change as quickly. If he was angry at a person for a particular reason Jack was more steadfast in emotions. Storing that piece of information away in her mind Irina focused once more on Jack.
    "I can in fact escort you back to class considering it was I who drew you out. Class will be ending soon anyways. I am sure you want to collect your things and be on your way." The dame could not stop but raise a red eyebrow at the comment. So now he wanted to be a gentleman? Or maybe he just wanted to lure her into the same trap he had last time? Yet there was the possibility that now that he had landed a blow his ego was back to normal and he was confident enough to accompany her. Going for neither of her two options Irina kept her gold-flecked eyes locked with Jack.
    "Eager to get back to class Jack?" she mocked, "I'm sure you're dying to take notes in you next class." Not budging from her spot Irina planned out her next move as the bell rung. Her brother would soon realize she was gone. Not wanting to deal with him at the moment, Irina made a checklist of all she had left in the classroom. Not much, only pencils and not even the good kind. The red haired girl had hidden her bag in one of the air vents right next to the schools back door, so that should be easy to get.
    "Or maybe you'd rather come with me." the heiress declared while pulling out a 50 dollar bill from her pocket, "Since this should be enough to get whatever I want for lunch even with an extra person along."
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    Thank god. Yet as the bell rung it seemed as though both would have to separate for they had different classes next. Slightly disappointed, Ivan stood, and was above to bid Jocelyn farewell when he received an invitation for lunch. He was slightly hungry. It was nearly 12 and they still had one more period before lunch. Americans ate so late. Not at all bothered by the concept of missing school Ivan accepted with a nod, "Good idea, cafeteria food is not...to my taste."
    Not rude enough to look over at Javelins phone to see who she was texting, Ivan was reminded of his sister at Jocelyn's mention of her. Right Irina Romanowsky, his twin. usually he proffered to have her close to him, a ix of protectiveness and security, yet the prospect of her eating lunch with them... She would probably interrupt everything. Maybe she could just do her own thing. As long as it wasn't with Jack.
    Turning around he looked at his sisters desk to find it...empty. Wonderfull. Now where the bloody hell was she!? An annoyed expression spreading across his face, the man turned back towards Jocelyn not even registering her stutter.
    "Irina is gone." he stated. But where? What could make her want to leave the classroom? Jack Zane. Of course. Pinching the bridge of his nose as a headache started Ivan muttered, "That one is always getting in trouble."
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    OOC: Wow! And it's so green here! California has grown super dry since the drought and I come here it looks so beautiful! :3




    I never role played a character were I have be aware of every piece of dialogue or action xD it fantastic!




    And OMG! I found the perfect song to have Irina and Jack dance to. Plus it's the perfect theme song for Jack/Irina. It's "Too late to say goodbye" by Cage the Elephant. I would link it for you but I'm on mobile right now.




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    Jack shuffled his feet, silently wondering how she would respond but she didn't. It confused him to say in the least. Maybe she had more in common with her brother than he had thought. It was a fascinating notion he would have to explore further. He wanted nothing more to stoke the flames of Irina Romanoswky but here she was all nicely bottled up and without a hint of fire. She was hiding it, why? Trying to control it.




    He never bothered with controlling his mind. It flew around faster than most can comprehend, even he had a hard calculating where he was going.




    What puzzled him further was the thought that Irina and Ivan were in fact closely related in persona and that behind that cold calculated mask was a fiery personally such as Irina's. It enticed him to push boundaries to test theories.




    He regarded her remark with a simple smile. Bold. And calm. How interesting this was. He lifted his gaze lazily to the ceiling as he heard the bell shrill out across the school grounds, echoing through the relatively empty hall.




    "Or maybe you'd rather come with me?" His eyes flickered over to her and he noticed her movement, bracing himself for her assault, her threats, her actions. He wasn't afraid of death, he courted the thoughts for a reason. He didn't want to die but there was a reason why he didn't look both ways before crossing the street, he wasn't completely sure that he would dodge an on coming car.




    When he noticed the money, he raised his eyebrow in question. Was that supposed to be impressive? He thought mildly. When she offered lunch, he looked again down the hall just as his phone buzzed. He glanced downwards to see a text from "Joce". Was this her olive branch after all that's happened today? He peace treaty calling for a truce. Half of him was yearning to make things right but the other half was wary to the point of hatred. Jack threw his phone across the hallway and watched with a blank expression as it slammed into the lockers and landed with a loud crack splitting the air. He walked towards the phone and slammed his shoe down upon it, hearing it crunch and grinding it as if trying to rid the earth of any trace of the device. Then he laughed, amused at the broken glass but with sorrow deep in his eyes. "Oopsy, looks like I need a new phone." He shoved his gloved hands in his pockets as he turned to follow Irina.




    "Twist my arm, then." Though he didn't trust her at all, he knew if they were accidentally "caught" by her brother that some action would soon commence and he would love to take every chance into jabbing that stoic figure. And then there was that part of him that wanted to stay in the presence of the Russian just because it felt almost comfortable. He huffed and shook his head ridding the thought and jogged up behind her. Matching her pace he gave her a playful crooked grin. "Where's your broomstick? Or do you just want to walk to wherever we are heading?"




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    Oh my god, I am shipping Jirina like CRAZY, plus, Brooklyn is a matchmaker and she already knows the ship name!!!!!




    Brooklyn was with everybody else in the classroom tapping her foot eagerly while she silently shipped Jirina in her head, the pink haired girl was quite disappointed that all the "action" was going on outside of her sight, otherwise, she would most likely be recoding it an sooner later posting it on her blog. As her IPhone 6S made a small dinging sound she eagerly pulled it out of her designer "UGGS" and happily saw that the text was from her "best friend" Irina. What about transportation? Brooklyn sighed, she hadn't thought about that yet, but what says thinking better than a good frozen yogurt at FroYo. The girl sent Hey guys, anyone up going to FroYo after school to talk about my Galla?
    Brooklyn!     to all here fellow misfit friends and happily went to staring with her baby blue eyes at A.J.



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    Jocelyn mentally punched herself in the face for babbling so much about the restaurant. Surly Ivan wasn't the kind to silently listen to babble, and Jocelyn definitely wasn't the type to babble, especially not around a guy. She rolled her eyes at herself.
    "Good idea, cafeteria food is not...to my taste."
    phew... He didn't even seem to notice, or mind, her inarticulate form of speaking. "Awesome." She half-said, half-murmured as he turned to look for Irina. Jocelyn had seen the red-head nymph leave chasing after Jack, but she hadn't said anything and she certainly wasn't going to say anything now.
    "Irina is gone. That one is always getting in trouble."
    Jocelyn chuckled softly. "I'm sure she's fine, your sister can handle herself for a while, don't you think?" The Russian smiled and stepped closer to Ivan, standing on her toes to whisper in his ear, except even on her toes the 5 foot girl didn't reach too much past his shoulder, he was a foot and a half taller than her after all. "Besides, I was kind of hoping we could go alone." She whispered with (what she hoped was) an enticing tone of voice. She dropped back so that she was flat-footed again and felt her phone vibrated. Thinking it was Jack, she pulled it out rather quickly and checked the ID. It was only Brooklyn. Was he mad at her? For what? Not letting him beat the sh*t out of some poor little sophomore? Ridiculous. Jocelyn sighed and rolled her eyes again as she read the message. She shot back a message: We have the club after school. I don't know about you, but I can't get expelled. Not all of us are rich heiress with Daddy's Money to spend frivolously on things like FroYo and new schools. Or trips to Venice for that matter. -Jocelyn She shoved the phone into her pocket and looked back up at Ivan a soft smile playing on her lips once again. "What do you say? Forget your sister for about a half hour? You'll see her after school."
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    AJ got the message and looked down at his phone with a confused expression. He rarely, if ever, got texts. And no one really had his number. He looked over his shoulder as he left the classroom at Brooklyn and nodded once. He replied: I'm down. -AJ
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    Faintly hearing the sound of something being smashed, Irina held from looking back until curiosity overtook her, and the red head turned just in time to see a smashed phone on the floor and Jack saying, almost to himself that he would need a new phone. Turning her head back around , Irina kept a decent pace towards the door. Hearing Jack running to catch up before walking alongside her, Irina let a smile creep onto the face she had worked so hard to stay nonchalant.
    Now everything was right. It was much better to have a psychopath walking next to you than nobody. Jack happened to fit the requirements well, not to mention it kept her on her nerves. With Jack, a moments rest would result with a knife at your throat. Slightly amused at the sight of Jack shaking his head with hair fling around him, the Romanowsky made it to the schools back door. Testing the door to find it was locked Irina puled out what seemed to be a teachers pass and pressed it to the black box next to the door. Unlocking with a 'click' Irina once again pulled the door open and stepped outside. Walking out onto the concrete sidewalk, Irina Romanowsky turned to an air vent. Wrapping a hand around the bars, she gave a hard yank before they were pulled out, revealing a brown leather bag.
    "If I wanted to ride anything, broomstick wouldn't be my first choice." she responded teasingly while grabbing the bag and slipping it over her shoulder. Turning to Jack a smile ornamenting her face along with eyes glittering with mischief she question, "Where to? Name it. We can even go to Phoenix to eat if you want and come back in time for the club."
    With a plane you could get anywhere. A quick phone call and they would be in there in a mere 45 minutes. Plus, it would be interesting to see how Jack reacted to being in a plane. Time to talk, eat, and go back. To an outsider it would sound almost like a date. A date with the man thats probably the most likely to kill me. Distracted by the buzz of her phone, Irina pulled out the black device before typing an answer. 'Busy right now, and we have club after school.'[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    Ivan Romanowsky was worried. Very worried. Irina was looking for trouble, he knew it. And while she wan't dead yet, he would have felt something otherwise, the white haired man had an incredibly bad feeling.
    Irina facing Jack alone. Not a good idea, not without him around. She would try to play a game. She always did, and was excellent at it able to shift masks easily and bottle her fire up until she was done playing. But keeping a fire contained also meant you took a risk of putting it out completely.
    When particularly 'games', as she liked calling them, ended they left her tired and extremely worn out. It won her glory and another crown of a broken king to add to her collection, but with a price. This was why they stuck together. He being there allowed Irina to let fire out more often while she allowed him to relax a bit from his icy life and actually live a bit. They were twins, completing each other.
    Staying together all the time wasn't a good idea either but during the games it was important. And Ivan had a feeling that Irina had started one without him. Not good. She needed someone she could let go with, something which would get her dead around Jack.
    Momentarily distracted from his thoughts by both Jocelyn, who he was very tempted to get back at, and his phone buzzing, Ivan opted for the phone. The club will start soon, be patient. he sent before turning back to Jocelyn.
    Ivan Romanowsky was sorry tempted to take up her offer, especially when she said it in that way. But the moment was overtaken by a second wave of worry and and a frown on his face. "What you're asking me to do is let my sister all out with Jack Zane and not worry." he said with a shake of his head, "Have you seen him? Irina can hold on her own, but not forever. That man has a way of bidding his time when he wants to."
    No that won't do. He at least needed to know where she was and how she was doing. So at least he knew the general area and who to blame when a body turned up. He would have texted her but she had 'dropped' (more like smashed against some guys head) her phone and had a new number.
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    OOC: AH! i AM SO CONFLICTED! It took me a while to find a legit reason on why Jack would accept Irina's offer but I found one because I totally want it to happen! Here we go:




    Jack followed her still having his mind on Jocelyn and how to deal with this problem. He couldn't ditch the club it would come off as not only weak for him but also troublesome. He silently picked up the key card exchange and then her secret deposit site. It was all fascinating but not as fascinating as the fact that she seem so at ease with standing besides him. It felt content as if it was a time for peace during a war. He didn't like it. It made him uneasy, she was hiding her dagger and most likely going to strike out at him. It was quite nerve racking.




    "Where to? Name it. We can even go to Phoenix to eat if you want and come back in time for the club."




    Jack smiled at her playfully and analyzed her remark with full concentration, trying to figure out the deeper meaning. Was she joking? Mess with him? Was she really going to offer something like this? Was she going to kick him out of the plane and see if he can fly? Would she rid of him this way? Or was she actually inviting him to go on a plane to eat lunch in Phoenix. It sounded kinda like a date. A date with the enemy? How great was that!




    Jack laughed softly as he contemplated this. "Mmm, are you sure you would trust me so high in the sky with you? I tend to be a nervous and rather compulsive flyer." He teased. "I shall follow you for now Irina. Whatever you wish I shall accept."




    (Lame post is super duper lame. I am so tired I can't even. So I tried to piece something together. So sorry!)
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    Jocelyn watched as Ivan's face became worried. She stood silently waiting for his reply as he typed on his phone and then had a small triumphant smirk on her lip when he looked back to her and almost looked like he was going to basically say screw Irina and go with Jocelyn. Almost.
    "What you're asking me to do is let my sister all out with Jack Zane and not worry. Have you seen him? Irina can hold on her own, but not forever. That man has a way of bidding his time when he wants to."
    SHe narrowed her eyes a fraction. "That's my friend you're talking about Ivan Romanowski, and I suggest you remember that I don't react well to people insulting my friends." She snapped. Could she even call Jack her friend still? He'd promised he'd be there if she needed him, but now he wasn't replying to her text... Would a friend do that? It doesn't matter. Jocelyn is a lot of bad things, but over all those things she's loyal. Jocelyn picked up her bag, which had slipped from her arm and fallen to the floor, rather forcefully and then turned again to face Ivan. "You know what... You can chase after someone who obviously doesn't want you to follow her or you can chase after someone who obviously does. Take your pick." She then turned towards the door and walked out of the room. It suddenly hit her why Jack wasn't answering her... He was with Irina. He'd chosen Irina over her, and Jocelyn was pretty sure Ivan would do the same, Irina was his sister after all and Jocelyn was someone who was never anyone's first choice. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she left the school building throw a window near the back door and walked in the direction she'd have to drive to get to her house/restaurant, not even bothering to get her car. A 15 minute car ride was easily a 45 minute walk and Jocelyn really didn't want to go back to school anytime soon. She stormed down the street, not worrying about walking on the sidewalk or on-coming traffic or anything. She just walked. Jack had chosen Irina over her. After everything. The red-head had everything she could ever want, she could have any guy in the world, any friend in the word, why did she have to take the one person that Jocelyn felt comfortable around? Who did she think she was? And what the hell was wrong with Jack? What was his problem anyways? Jocelyn stopped in her tracks, almost getting hit by a car who drove by blaring his horn, and took another deep breath to calm herself. She moved over to the sidewalk and sat down on the grass, pulling out her sketchbook and pencils. She began to draw random lines that didn't even connect at first, but soon she realized she was drawing a person. The same person she always drew when she was upset, her mother. Her mother with her beautiful crimson eyes that were always the only thing in color. When she finished this drawing the tore the page out and went to put in her bag, but the wind blew and the paper flew out of her hand. It was out of sight before Jocelyn even had a chance to stand. She she leaned forward and began to draw again. This time the lines created two people and a thick black line down the center of the page, separating the two. The two were Jack and Ivan, contrasting each other almost as perfectly as Jocelyn and Irina, in full color.
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    Irina Romanowsky watched silently as Jack seemed to skeptically consider her remark. Well to be fair, being invited over on a plane that she owned, could have him thrown out of, or killed on was not exactly the most safe thing to do. But killing him like that wouldn't be fun. Throwing him overboard with a parachute would though. The look on his face would probably be hilarious but she also took the risk of him having no idea what to do and ending up as flat as a pancake. Maybe she'd show him how to parachute one day, if she found a way to keep him calm enough without having to administer sedentary drugs.
    "Mmm, are you sure you would trust me so high in the sky with you? I tend to be a nervous and rather compulsive flyer." She trusted him as far as she could throw him (avengers anyone?). Which was to far at all considering how he was both taller and heavier than her. Even unarmed and in handcuffs Irina would be on her guard. I'll make that all the plane doors are securely locked. After all it would be a shame if he went flying out the plane without her having anything to do with it. But her offer still stood. In Phoenix there would be no one to help either of them. Ivan could not come busting in to beat up Jack and Jocelyn could not come guns blazing trying to win back Jacks favor. It was a one on one duel. Over lunch, but still a duel.
    "I shall follow you for now Irina. Whatever you wish I shall accept." Well, that literally meant she could go anywhere and have him follow her for a limited amount of time. "Phoenix it is then." she stated while walking out onto the parking lot. Stopping in front of a black Ferrari F12, she pulled out the keys and turned to look at Jack. "Who's driving?" she questioned.
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    While they had seemed to be friends when Ivan had first met them it seemed that their brief relationship had ended as soon as Jocelyn had deprived Jack of his fun. Since then no interaction had engaged the two of them and what they ad called 'friendship' was at an end.
    Yet while her statement against him should have lessened his liking for her, for it tended to annoy him when people contradicted him, this outbreak only increased his attachment. There was a side to Jocelyn Phelps he had not been allowed to be in front of yet. The defensive, strong young women that had gotten her this far.
    After all, she didn't seem like the kind of girl that made her way through the world by blushing at everyone. That was ore like Brooklyn. Lightbulb. Idea forming in his head, Ivan didn't even register what Jocelyn had said. Brooklyn. Text message. Group chat. She had sent it to Irina as well. Pulling his phone back out he checked the contact before inserting his sisters phone number. 'Where are you?'.
    She would answer sooner or later. Looking back up he found Jocelyn gone. One second he was chasing after Irina and the next he was chasing after Jocelyn. Did his life consist solely on chasing girls who constantly disappeared?
    Mentally cursing in Russian, Ivan walked out the door in a hurried pace. Where could she have gone? His best bet was outside since it was unlikely for her to go to class. Walking out of the main entrance in a hurried pace he caught sight of the car she had token yesterday still parked.
    That meant she was on foot. Deciding that his best bet was to go deeper in the city, Ivan set off in a hurried pace to find the red eyed girl. He was really getting tiered of this. At least you don't have to babysit Brooklyn Jones yet.
    Faintly he heard the honking of a car before seeing a piece of paper flying towards his face. Reflexes kicking it, the paper was grabbed a inch before it his his face. Stopping for a brief moment he examined the paper. It was a women who looked rather familiar. It reminded him of someone he had been before o someone that looked similar to her. Maybe both.
    Looking back up h caught site of a figure sitting on the grass. Jocelyn Phelps. Folding the piece of paper and placing it in his pocket. Not wanting to be caught site of immediately, Ivan took a detour ending up a few yards behind the girl partially hidden by the tree. Looking over her shoulder he could catch site of two colored drawings separated by a line.
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