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[jamie dominic winters]

It was one of those days. Jamie could sense it somehow; he could just sense that someone was watching him. You see, being by the lake and constantly hearing echoing noises did that to you. He wasn't crazy, no of course not, he was simply experiencing some difficulties in being normal like her father always told him he should be. The voices began when he'd woken. They'd started as a low moan of a whisper in his ears and it wasn't like he'd met his roommate as yet but when he'd woken he'd thought it was his room mate finally popping in to say a quick hello but what he heard in his ears was no hello. It was a sinister thing to say to anyone, in his opinion but he ignored it seeing as nobody was in his presence at the moment when he heard the voice. And just like everything else, he discarded his worry and woke with a start. He took a quick shower and put on a wrinkled navy blue shirt and a to small sweater on that was a few shades lighter.

He had no clue where he could possibly go today, nor where he would bring himself. All he knew was that it was a early Thursday morning and he still had a few more hours to clear his mind. With that in mind, or nothing at all in mind he pulled on a pair of gray sweat pants and headed out the door.

Now normally, Jamie would be sleeping at this time, but because he'd been rudely interrupted by a nagging voice, that wasn't going to happen. Sleep didn't come easy, when he woke up. At most, he could get a twenty minute nap but that was just about it. Deep in thought, he didn't have a clue of where he was until his feet hit a soft, mushy surface. He looked down at his feet and noticed he'd forgotten his feet and in hopes that he hadn't gone far he looked back to see what he hadn't expected at all. He'd walked a great distance from where he'd started and now, he was at the lake, barefoot. He looked down again at his feet, then up at the lakes view in front of him and chuckled to himself. No, he wouldn't walk back but he knew he had to be careful not to hurt himself.

Sighing inwardly, he made his way slowly on the wood chipped ground, finally reaching the edge of the forest, The whole walk he hadn't heard a thing, but as he stopped he could hear a rustle in the trees from where he'd come. He looked back swiftly, but again saw nothing. "Strange." he muttered. He plopped down on the edge of the lake, dipping his feet in, and closing his eyes as his feet connected with the strangely warm water. Or maybe it was just the area - no it wasn't the area he was in. It was barely light out. This could just mean that the water had warmed over night, he figured.

"Ah..." he said leaning his head back and finally falling onto the soft ground, his red hair flopping over his forehead momentarily before falling back. Why was he out here? Why wasn't he in his dorm? And most of all why had he lead himself to a place where he couldn't see himself in a million years. Come..come inside." It was the voice again. The voice telling him to come inside and the only thing he could think that the voice was telling him to do was jump into the lake. He ruffled his hair, his smile a crooked structure on his face. He hated water. Was this voice trying to kill him. Unwillingly, as if the voice was pulling him, he stripped off his shirt, leaving his sweats on and dove into the water, which was dark on the surface and even darker underneath.

Resurfacing after a few minutes, he came up, puffing for breath. "What the...What...Why?" he said, speaking to himself but mostly the voice that had brought him out here; brought him to his current position a few strokes away from the edge of the lake and it kept him there. He floated on his back and kept floating, not worrying about what was going on. After a moment his eyes closed but he kept his arms flapping in order to stay afloat. It was the weirdest thing to him; being so sleepy and being able to still stay afloat.

word count: seven hundred and ninety nine
notes: sorry this is really bad. i suck at start posts
tag: tis open

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Rayne was in an insanely tall tree staring out across the empty vast of water that presented itself in front of her. She felt slightly discontented at the thought of being out here all by her lonesome with nothing but her own pitiful thoughts. Yet, she wasn't thoroughly upset by the abscence of other people, for at this hour of the morning what could she expect? If not for her own insomnia, she too would be sleeping soundly in her dorm room. Yet, in the instance of this morning, she was not.

Throwing her head back against a tree, she sighed heavily. A breeze brushed itself across her already cool face giving her a tingly sense of chills. The chills made her sit up straight again and allowed her to see a strange sight across the way. A figure was sitting down just a few feet away from the lake. By the structure and movement of the figure, Rayne assumed that it was a male, but could not totally be sure from such a distance.

The second thought to strike her was the flaring amount of crimson on the male's head, it was a beautiful, striking color of hair. She quickly envied this person. Yet, the third thought was the one of most importance to her situation.

Just as she was pondering over the boy's overall apperance, he was taking off his shirt and moving toward the lake in an apprehensive matter as though he were being forced to walk in that direction against his will. This was alarming to Rayne and she quickly went on alert.

Staring intently to watch the boy surface again, she counted the seconds under her breath. Upon reaching thirty-three, she was was climbing down the tree at an unsafe pace. She hit the ground with a sloppy thunking sound from the mud and turned quickly. The quick turn led her to fall on her knees and dirty up the knees of her jeans. But this thought was not on her mind, the boy was.

She ran as fast as she could toward the boy she'd seen dive into the surface and skidded to a halt. She searched the water with her eyes, not blinking once. Just as she was about to dive in herself, the boy surfaced looking alive and breathing. She let out a breath herself and watched his next moves questioningly. He did not seem about to dive again, so she decided to ask him if he needed any assistance.

"Are you okay?" she asked in a slightly raised voice, her tone concerned.


mooood: creative, starving
muuuusic: black rose--trapt
word count: four-nine-four

[jamie dominic winters]

If anything, the only thing Jamie could hear was the sloshing of the water going inside and out of his ear every second, as the waves began to move him farther away. If anything, he thought that he should have drown by now, seeing as he'd stopped flapping his arms and was just lying there. Maybe he had a guardian angel that was holding his weight up or maybe he was keeping himself alive by-well he wasn't exactly sure how he would be keeping himself alive. All he knew was that, he was miraculously afloat. That's when he heard a single question ring through the air, but only barely reached his ears. Was this the person that had called him. Was this-so it was a girl it seemed.

He let his other thoughts drift in the air, and quickly, made his body vertical, his legs pointing into the black abyss of water and his red mass of hair sticking out of the water. Stray drops fell onto his face, and all he could do was squint. He wasn't that far from the lakes edge, so he quickly dived underneath, doing his best at the breast stroke and managed to surface just a few strides away from the edge. That's where he was when he realized, that it in fact was a girl and the force disappeared and he wondered why he was in the water. It was as if he'd forgotten why he was here, let alone why he was dripping wet in a lake.

He slowly, lifted himself out of the water, his sweats waying him down and not in the least helping him get himself out of the water. He kind of felt pitiful just grabbing onto the ground like a scared cat, trying to get out of a tub full of water that it's owner pushed him into. Finally, dragging himself out, he glanced up at the girl suspiciously, holding onto his soaked pants. If he was alone, he could have easily taken them off and let them dry out just a little, but now he was stuck with the task of actually having to leave them on and squeezing the water out. Before he could say anything, he retrieved his shirt, and pulled it on. The other shirt, he put on over the other, and stood up facing the girl. "Who are you?" he said speaking, with a very forward attitude.

"Of course I'm okay. I'm alive aren't I?" he said, trying to hide a whining tone that was beginning to emerge. He hated when people asked that question, especially when they didn't even know the person. He paced back and forth, trying to remember why he'd come here and failed. Plopping down on the floor, he tapped the place next to him lightly, trying to tell the girl without words to sit.

word count: five hundred and two
notes: XD
tag: rayne

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Rayne continued to stare out into the water, watching the boy begin to move. Once he moved on to getting out of the water, a moment of relief hit her and she let out a breath.

The sight at which she was now looking on was pitiful. The boy looked weighed down and heavy with his sopping body. But, on account of trying not to distract him, Rayne made no movements to helping. She just stared in bewilderment at the wobbly person.

When he finally spoke, his tone was not the one that Rayne had expected. It was much too foward and irritated to come from the sad sight in front of her. It was almost as though she'd walked in upon his own cruel joke of drowning and ruined it for him. Almost as though he now felt the need to talk to her as though she had really ruined his fun and hurt his feelings at the same time.

Rayne felt an instant way of idiocy rise in her face as she realized the scene in front of her was nothing but an overreaction made from afar. A bit of a dramatic need to "be there" for someone who didn't need it. And then, a wave of annoyance at the boy's tone and lack of thanks hit her. She felt color rise in her cheeks, not just from embarassment, but also from the anger now fueling her chest. She was silent a few moments before speaking.

"My name is Rayne and yes, obviously you are alright." she muttered as rolling her eyes for an effect before continuing on, Do excuse me for bothering you. So very sorry to intrude on your morning swim. She mused of the sarcasm and cheekiness of her tone. Rayne could be a very irritating person once she was pissed off. And the boy was very well on the way to pissing her off.

So, now that you know who I am, mind telling me who you are? Her tone did not falter over into sarcasm or expectance, but stayed quite even and collected. There was no need to blow her top over somebody who obviously didn't give a spit about her concern. And, as much as the boy didn't wish for it, she was still a bit freaked out about what had just went down. She wanted to know what the hell the whole mess was about.


mood: chill
muuuusic: roses are red--aqua
word count: 474
notes: well, jeez.

[jamie dominic winters]

Idle tiredness washed over Jamie's face as he stared up at the girl. It was all her fault. That's what it came down to. If it wasn't for her interference, he wouldn't be sitting here dripping wet in pants that would never dry at the speed he was going at, but still it was her fault. He could have been out on the water, just floating along; letting the voice lead him where ever it wanted to lead him, but no, she had to be intrusively concerned about his welfare, the welfare of a person she didn't know, mind you, and now he had to actually talk to her. He might as well put up a show for her, since he had nothing to do at such an early hour.

He instantly knew his mistake, although he wouldn't correct it, he just knew his lack of caring that she'd asked if he was okay when he could have possibly drown wouldn't go unnoticed; and he was proven correct when he began to notice a hint of red rise in her cheek. A shy smile graced his face, and he stood up or rather jumped up anyways and walked steadily towards the girl. Just within a few inches, he stopped, noticing that he was abnormally taller than her. He outstretched his arms, and tilted his head to the side. "Come here." he said, his lip creasing into a concerned expression. He gestured with his hands, for her to step forward into his embrace. If she truly wanted thanks for doing absolutely nothing, then this was what she'd get.

Now, he knew she'd probably push him away and ask him what his problem was, but he already knew his answer. He didn't want to make the girl look like a complete idiot, especially not in front of a person like him because he could remember anything and would most likely bring it up the next time they were in acquaintance. Jamie was use to people not liking him; so use to it that he was immune to it. He could tell this girl just didn't like him, could see just by the way she acted that she already had something against him that was so remotely trivial that he questioned humanity at this point. "Miss Rayne-" he paused, before continuing in a mocking tone of her own. "You are excused. Although, I would advice you not to intrude when you aren't exactly needed." he finished, a smug smile on his face. It wasn't like him to be this cruel. Maybe it was his lack of human interaction, or maybe it was just people in general with their sensitivity; they just couldn't take the truth. In fact, he questioned when this Rayne girl would lash out. He'd already gotten her mad without doing much.

"I am the man of your dreams." he stated quite simply, before laughing at his own inside joke. Finally settling down, he took her hand in his own, bending down and planting a feather like kiss on her knuckle. "I happen to be Jamie. You may call me Mr. Winters." he said, letting go of her hand, and once again pacing back and forth. Push her...just push her and see what happens. You'll be amazed. The voice again, fresh and new in his ears. He strides became quicker, and he even stopped in front of her, trying to come to a decision whether he should push her in or not.

word count: six hundred and eighteen
notes: well, jeez what? lol
tag: rayne

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Rayne fought to keep herself from speaking without connecting to her common sense first. As much as she hated it, this boy, this insanely tall boy was now trying to intimidate her and succeeding in minor ways. She knew she had been wrong to intrude on him, but the mistake had already been mdae. Wasn't it bad enough that she had to stand here and take this? Oh, of course she could stark away from him, but she wasn't that weak of a person. Not yet, anyways.

She walked toward him as he asked, only to have him speak to her again. His words continued to hold a sarcastic, mocking tone that struck Rayne's nerves and kept the crimson color alive in her face. She knew he was now just playing on her irritation level. His touch startled her and she resisted the temptation to pull her hand away. Why did he have a hold of her anyways? Where did he get off? Rayne was again flip-flopping between hotheadedness and being serene.

The next few moments, when he spoke, Rayne felt her eyebrow arch up in slight humor at his remark. She wasn't sure if he was truly this cocky. It wasn't safe to assume anything about his personality, it could lead to more embarassment on her part. She retracted her hand, choked back a snigger and cleared her voice before talking to him.

"The man of my dreams wouldn't make me feel so freakishly short,Jamie," she said making sure to articulate on the syllables of his name. She found herself eyeing him watching his movements now, trying to understand something. Was he really going to continue pushing her?

"Also," she said, continuing on in a clear tone, not yet reaching the point of notable sarcasm "I'm oh so very sorry for being concerned about you. I will not make the mistake again." She finished her sentence looking directly at his pacing self making sure if he were to speak again, he'd be looking at her.


mood: museless
music: i'd come for you- nickelback
word count: 429
notes: just jeeez. and sorry, this post really does suck. my muse is gone.

[jamie dominic winters]

To be honest, he was surprised that she even listened to him. It wasn't a question, it was mostly a command to come here; to come to him now. He thought she'd get angry because that command made her look completely as if she was a dog and he was the owner. He made no comment though as she slowly walked into his embrace. He tightened his grip around her midsection, his head bent just enough to be on the top of her head. Quickly after, he drew away and looked down at her, a relaxed look on his face.

Her cheeks were the same crimson, and he touched his palm lightly to her cheek. "I know I may be embarassing you right at this moment, but weren't you taught how to compose yourself so this doesn't happen?" he stated, waving his finger at her cheek and how red it was still. Yes, sure, he shouldn't have made a comment about how noticeable it was when she was mad, or frustrated, but something about her just screamed for him to be this way to her. It wasn't like he was doing it purposely; he had a reason for trying to push her to her limit. It was because she'd rudely interrupted something that didn't involve her at all.

Jamie laughed-actually laughed at her statement, shaking his head. He placed a bone-like finger on her shoulder and let it lay there heavily. "I believe I told you to call me Mr. Winters, and it isn't my fault that you're freakishly short" he said, quirking a brow and throwing her words back at her. Oh, this was to entertaining, especially considering she wasn't putting up much of a fight but struggling to compose herself like a young woman should. He, could act in this manner and still be called a very kind, sweet young man.

Nodding his head in understanding, his pale misty blue eyes trailed over her body absently before returning to her face. He'd stopped pacing and come to a stop. "Perhaps your sarcasm is what gets you in trouble, Rayne. Perhaps, you shouldn't mislead people to believe you actually do care about their well being when you obviously don't." he quirked a brow, daring her to defy him. Jamie wasn't a violent person, nor would he put his hand on a girl and do harm to her, but the voice-the voice was telling him to do so. Half the time he ignored it, but it kept coming back stronger each time. He just wanted to be left alone.

"So, Rayne,- he stated, figuring that starting off a new would be the best thing to do. But, he wasn't about to say sorry. He had nothing to apologize for. His smart comments, were nothing she couldn't take. "What brought you out here, on such an early morning? Not concerned about your own welfare? And for that matter, your dignity?" he gave her a look of genuine concern, before dropping the whole act. He was curious though; he couldn't deny that.

word count: five hundred and fifty two
notes: oh haha. aww =(
tag: rayne

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She was tired of being touched. It made her feel as though the person opposite of her was trying to control her, and in this case, such was very true. Sure, she'd been taught to be polite but that didn't meant that she was to be dominated over, espcially not by such a person as Jamie.

Rayne took a breath before speaking, feeling his finger heavy on her shoulder. "Please, don't touch me anymore," she made sure the put a different whirl of tone on the word please, it was not rude, but it wasn't nice either. The color quickly sunk out of her face, she felt her composure coming back at a steady pace. Now if only she could keep it long enough to stop sounding like she was daft.

He continued talking to her like she was six, but she made no move to retaliate verbally or physically. She only spoke when he remarked about her sarcasm and raised a quick arch of the eyebrow. "Sorry Jamie, but I did not know I was any trouble for being sarcastic. She continued on, "Nor did I mislead anyone. You have made your own assumptions about why I am here, I've said nothing about not caring about your welfare, just that I was oh-so-sorry to interrupt you in your revelations. And I am sorry to have done such, yet my intentions were not what you assume them to have been." She ended her long speil by staring off towards the direction she had come, contemplating going back and leaving him to whatever the hell he'd been doing. Yet, he spoke again.

She thought about how to answer his most recent question. She decided she was almost ready to be daft again. I was out here due to a slight bit of insomnia. Being out here had no affect on my welfare nor my dignity until I came about the smart aleck redhead who gets his soiled knickers in a knot when somebody bothers him with sincerity. Rayne finished the sentence in an even tone, waiting for whatever remarks he had ready to spit back at her. And she was sure he had some.


mood: exhausted
music:starlight- muse
word count: four four four
notes: none that i can think of

[jamie dominic winters]

Raising his arms, as if he was ready to be arrested, he stepped back. To be honest, he didn't want to be punched, especially not by a girl that was easily angered. He didn't know how much hatred she had and would further more pack in her punch to his face of all places. So, obediently, he took one step back, a cunningly innocent smile on his face. If anything, you would think that wasn't possible for cunning and innocent to be in the same sentence, but then again, Jamie was just full of surprises.

With a cross of his left leg, behind his right, he bent himself; almost as if he was curtsying. "As you wish, Rayne" he said, with as much sarcasm he could muster. He returned to his previous position, a broad grin still on his face, as his gaze returned to hers. In a few minutes, he would be back at it again, bothering her, pestering her, but as he thought of that, he knew that would mean she'd get frustrated enough to just walk away and not stick around to hear him talk to her in such a manner.

It was understandable; at least a little big understandable. "Yes, I do admit to making my own assumptions, but my assumptions have been proven correct. You know nothing about me, yet you were concerned? Unheard of, in less you are concerned about how you would look if you just waited to see what exactly happened, if I were to stay under water long enough to make you worry. In its own, I am entitled to make my own assumptions due to the fact that you know nothing about me, therefore it would be quite rash for you to even be concerned for my welfare." he stopped, shortly to catch his breath, although not visibly noticeable that he was catching his breath. "And further more, what were your intentions in coming down here?" he inquired, with a tilt of his head. As she turned to look into the distance, he took that chance to take a step forward in her direction. He quickly came to a stop when she turned back to face him.

He didn't expect her to be that bored in his company to want to leave him. Wasn't she concerned about his welfare? "I can help you sleep." he said with a simple shrug. Although, he had no way in knowing how to make her sleep, it just seemed right to say; something nice to say to someone like her. And he assumed she wouldn't take it in the wrong way, because he had no intention of physically helping her sleep. Mentally perhaps. "Well, I am glad that I have affected you so. It is always my pleasure to-how do I say it-" he said with a wave of his hands before finally coming up with what he wanted to say, with no help mind you. "Bring out a ladies truthful side." he said, sarcasm ringing in his voice. Her comment about getting his knickers in a knot, made him laugh outwardly at her. Him? Get his knickers in a knot over her fake effort at sincerity? That was classic. Something he'd heard before, and now it was coming up again, in yet another conversation.

"If you'll excuse my bluntness, Rayne, but what do you know of sincerity?" he spoke in a dull, bored tone. He genuinely was bored with her. He should still be in the water at this moment; still floating.

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notes: urm...
tag: rayne

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She took no time in returning his remarks, she wasn't even sure if he'd care what she said anymore. "How is having concern for people unheard of? Since when do you have to be on some type of personal level with a person to care about their life? So sorry, but I was raised that all life has purpose even if I don't have a personal connection or affection for the life in question. And yes, Jamie, this includes your life too whether or not you want it to." she felt quite strong in the statement she'd just made, but in the back of her mind she knew quite well that in a few moments all that she'd just said would be picked apart. It was that way with anything she said to him. What could make a person so critical of other people? She could only wonder.

She sighed, listening to him continue on talking. She hated having to explain everything about her, espcially to someone who cared nothing about anything she said unless he could use it against her in the future. Was he this way to everyone? Or was it just something about Rayne that he enjoyed pinpointing like such a prat. His remark about sleep caught her quickly.

"I doubt you can help me sleep," she said honestly, "and even if you could, you couldn't stand to be around me long enough to do so." That was nothing but the truth. Or at least what she inferred from the conversation up to this point in time.

Rayne let another pitiful sigh escape her chest when he decided to bluntly ask her what she knew of sincerity. How could she answer this one without giving him more ammo? Was that even possible? No. "Well, Jamie, what exactly do you know of sincerity. You're not a sincere person. You're sarcastic and caustic and bitter to say the least. So don't ask me what I know of sincerity until you can answer about being sincere yourself." She decided to finally give him the option of leaving her. "And, if you're really that bored and irritated with me, then why don't you go back to whatever it is you were doing? I'm not keeping you here." It was quite true, she had no need to keep him here and he had no want to stay.




mood: hungry
music: electroshock- 30h!3
word count: five hundred and six
notes: so sorry that took me so long to reply, i'm not normally this long inbetween posting intervals. just had some stuff come up with the weekend.

[jamie dominic winters]

Jamie, in fact was listening intently to her words, and he did understand them; he just didn't believe them. Any ounce of sincerity directed to him was void, therefore in his opinion it was unheard of someone to randomly care about a persons welfare when they didn't know them on a personal level, in less they were thinking of the aftermath and how they would look in the long run. She was a prime example of what he was talking about, but obviously she didn't understand that because she kept going back to making him feel guilty for what he'd said when had had no regret in what he said. "Why don't you stop asking questions and try looking at things from another persons perspective. Not everything is happy and peachy for others. Some people weren't raised with parents who taught them lessons, some people just don't believe the crap that they are taught. Me, I have my own philosophy about things and you don't have to like them. It is unheard of, because in many cases, people simply don't want the guilty conscience on them because they didn't act. Therefore that is what I think now. So, please, do excuse me for my bluntness as I said." he stated in a firm, very serious tone.

He kept his eyes on her, rage bowling up in the pits of his stomach. He did nothing to act on it, though it which he could, and kept his fist clenched at his side. The first sign of him getting angry at a person without a smile on his face. His mouth was knit in a tight straight line as he looked at her. No, he couldn't possibly care how this went, just as long as she just left him alone.

Jamie nodded his head in understanding. He'd most likely walk out, because even before he'd met her, she had it out for him. Or well, it seemed that way. It was her fault that he was in this situation and right now he wished he'd have stayed asleep, and that the voice hadn't come on this particular day. Then at least, he wouldn't have to deal with the likes of her. Everything about her just screamed problem child.

At her words, he leaned back a look of fake shock horror on his face. He brought his foot flat down onto the soil, and pointed his finger at her and then back at him, a laugh on the tips of his lips. "What do I know of sincerity? What do I know..." he said his voice rising with each sentence. He paused, gathering himself, a grin making his face slightly wolfish. "You have not answered my question. Do not try to make me look bad, when you can't even answer a question straight. Miss Rayne, you do not know enough about me to make those accusations. You use those bitter words based on one acquaintance therefore I suggest you keep your mouth very shut. I have made no remarks in regard to your personality. Me being sincere or not, does not stop you from answering my question. You are simply using an excuse to avoid it." he stopped, shrugged and then continued. She acted as if she knew everything. And it was obvious she did not.

"And I could say the same of you. I am not keeping you here." he folded his arm over each other, and tapped his foot. He'd been here in this spot before she arrived. He didn't need to move; she did.

word count: six hundred twenty eight
notes: it's alright...i'm kinda out of it and i have a cold, so i've been in bed mostly
tag: rayne