Chewing On The End Of A Pencil (Calamity)

[Jenna Scorn]

"..Jonathan Winters."

"Jonathan Winters."

Again she repeated it, as if simply speaking would imprint the name into her mind. Now, he had asked for her name and her lips would part to speak but she'd suddenly halt.

Jenna scorn.

"Calamity."

Now, eying him. He seemed, uncomfortable? She'd smile as he looked away and she'd slightly step towards him, into his field of vision.

"Whats wrong?"

[Winters]

"Ich 2"

She'd taken his name, and sounded it out, seeming to mull it over for a bit. But, as she herself was about to speak, there was a hint of hesitation, but Jonathan only barely noticed, as his eyes weren't looking directly at her, for the moment.

"Calamity."

Calamity..? A nickname? Unless the parents were trying to make a statement or something, it could be only vaguely guessed that it was she herself who had taken that name upon herself. Insights to her personality. One, she'd gotten ready to fight him, and there was desperation in her eyes. Two, the nickname, which was generally a sign of something going on, behind the eyes of a person. But of course, these thoughts would be only afterthoughts, after his meeting with her, though something did occur to him that the name was a little odd.

Didn't make a difference. The point was the person represented.---

---..Why was she stepping closer? Going to attack him or something? Instinct dictated that he stepped back, maintain the distance that he had created, when he first approached her. But, there was a different look in her eyes now, and even if he wanted to look away, he could still see her. He stood his ground.

"Whats wrong?"

Several thoughts in his mind occurred instantly to answer back:

You.

Why are you first aggressive, provoking me to attack you, and then suddenly sounding so sweetly?

Why are you reacting so friendly, after I tripped you?

Why did you fall so easily?

..Why are you so close?

...

...And why do I suddenly feel so nervous, right now?

Jonathan blinked twice, since he couldn't look away.

"..N-Nothing." was the stony response.

But, he was wavering.

[Jenna Scorn]

"..N-Nothing."

He blinked, and so did she. He was obviously uncomfortable with her, and she'd take a few steps back to allow him space. She couldn't find the words to say, now slightly upset and very disgruntled with what had happened between the two of them.

But just as soon as those thoughts fled into her mind, she drove them back out. Those lips curling into a smirk as she watched him. She wouldn't feel bad, not now anyways. Maybe later, she'd run home and possibly go cry about it into the sheets of her bed....possibly.

But probably not.

Heh.


Is he...


nervous?

shy maybe?

She was curious, she'd never seen a boy act like this before. Back in Japan, all the boys she had hung out with were very outgoing and a crazy bunch to be with. But now, this boy...he was different. And it wasn't just his behavior, the way he talked, the way he was holding himself.

...Jonathan Winters...

"Winters? I like that..."

[Winters]

...I Nicht Versteht.

Years, months, maybe weeks from now, when Jonathan would be more mature, he'd come to realize the full power that women had over men. Later on, he'd realize that he was actually embarrassed by this whole ordeal. But right now, whether he was still because he was just normally like this, or because he just bring himself to move right now, he wouldn't know.

"Winters? I like that..."

He could swear his heart skipped a beat.

Why though?

Instead of thanking her, though, in a mild way, perhaps even shrugging his shoulders, he attempted to maintain his cool. Tried to think of the majority of the times that he was generally shunned, when he spoke. People in military school were generally kind enough not to point that out, but it was obvious, so very obvious to himself, that even she had noticed that, just like everyone, including Jyo and Ichimaru. He'd never actually been confronted by women too often, as they generally kept within their own cliques, and honestly, he was just fine with that. So, why was he acting so withdrawn, right now?

A brick fell out of place in his mind's defense.

"..Th-Thanks..?"

There, he said thank you, after the slight silence. Thankfully enough, she'd also backed away, letting him look up into the sky, off the clouds, to divert some of these nervous feelings. But, as usual, it never showed on his face.

"..W-Why.."

..Almost out loud to himself, but obviously more directed at her, as his fingers adjusted themselves about him, tentatively.

"..W-Why d-did y-you c-confront m-me?"

Something to take his mind off of. Right.. He'd asked where she was headed off to, she became defensive, and answered back sourly... but why?

Thinking.. usually wasn't so strenuous.

[Jenna Scorn]

"..W-Why d-did y-you c-confront m-me?"

She couldn't explain it, not right now. She hardly knew him, and who was to say he'd understand? It was all about failure, or was it? She wasn't exactly sure why she had done it right now. She couldn't pin point it. She could only come up with a theory as to why she had, but she wouldn't share it with him now. Not now, maybe never.

"Oh..."

Stalling, trying to give herself some time to come up with a reasonable answer. But nothing was coming to her, so she'd shrug it off and flick a few strands of hair as they fell into her face.

"I'm having a bad day."

Now, glancing towards the school, would lunch be ending soon? She wasn't sure. And as her tongue lined her lower lip yet again she'd now return her eyes to the boy before her and smile softly.

"Shouldn't you be inside?"

[Winters]

"Nah."

The answer was as hard to figure as his question was. But then, that was his fault. Keeping relatively low profile with the students at 259, and most of his life didn't make his speaking skills.. all too excellent, except when in a more formal manner. ..A bad day? Stranger things had happened before for lesser reasons, some hundreds of times worse then a silly little fight between two high schoolers.

"Shouldn't you be inside?"

His eyes motioned on over to her, discreetly, his arms starting to relax. Pocketing them, he shrugged. Lunch was almost over, wasn't it? "..P-Probably."

But he made no movements towards the school. Didn't really feel like it, right now. She was smiling at him right now, and it was messing up his train of thought.

Bending down, he crouched to pick up what was left of his lunch, turning his back on her for a bit, wrapping up the leftover sandwich and pocketing it in his back pocket, while picking up the water bottle with his left hand. Turning to her, he stood himself up, and shrugged.

..Another feeling was creeping in..

Ah.

Guilt.

[Jenna Scorn]

"..P-Probably."

She watched him, carefully now she'd pull her messenger bag over her shoulder. Letting the strap rest upon her shoulder, and across her chest as he cleaned up his lunch. Watching him carefully, always watching.

Now, as he stood and shrugged she blinked her eyes and let her head fall to the side. Again, tilting her head to the side curiously.

"Your not...American, are you?"

[Winters]

Deutsch? Deutsch.

..Could feel her eyes watching him curiously. Didn't help matters much. She.. tilted her head to the side again, and if he couldn't help it, he'd shiver. ..Still couldn't figure out why, though.

"Your not...American, are you?"

His stony face almost cracked at the remark. But, even if it did, he wouldn't know if it would be a sarcastic smile, or a quiet one. Turning to her, he nodded. "..Ja...."

"...Deutsch. G-German."

As he turned, though, some hair got in the way of his eyes. Absentmindedly, he put his lunch onto the cement bench to the side, his right hand went up, pulling some of the strands out of the way, pulling off his glasses for a bit. His hair was being stubborn with him. Blowing it out of the way, while still somehow maintaining the relatively solid look on his face, he put back on his glasses. Some of the movements.. were unneccesary. But he need some time to think.

Returning his gaze back to Calamity, he pocketed his hands again, albeit uneasily. "..A-And y-y-you?"

[Jenna Scorn]

"Oh, really?"

Blinking her eyes, and tilting her head to the side with a soft smile upon her face. Now, smoothing out the few wrinkles in her black hooded sweatshirt.

"..A-And y-y-you?"

"Me? I'm a mutt."

A small nod of her head as her hands would gently rest upon her hips as she stood across from him. Flicking a few strands of hair from her face again she'd glance to the side.

"My mother is Japanese, and my dad was...he was American."

Now, to shake her thoughts of her father she'd blink her eyes and return her gaze to him yet again.

"German you say? Is that why you talk so funny?!"

Nearing him again, entering his own personal space as she kept her hands upon her hips. Bending forward, leaning in to get a better look at him. And before he'd be able to answer, she'd speak again.

"It's kinda cute."

[Winters]

Caught Offguard

"Me? I'm a mutt."

Jonathan nodded slowly.. as she rested her hands on her hips with a lot of gusto, nodding along with it. She was spunky, this Calamity. Watching her flick some hair out of the way, Jonathan was in a state of limbo, as he looked at her eyes, occasionally blinking. It was rude to stare.. but, also rude to look away.

..He blinked a lot.

"My mother is Japanese, and my dad was...he was American."

Not that Jonathan noticed altogether as a largely, but, she seemed somewhat out of it, the spunk failing for a moment, but she in turn, blinked at him, and stared right back. Was he supposed to respond right about now? His mouth opened up---

"German you say? Is that why you talk so funny?!"

Wha....?

"..Aa-aaa.."

Lost for words, suddenly completely embarrassed. ..Kinda hurt, but, ah well---

---Leaning in suddenly, she looked at him, straight in the eyes, really catching him offguard, so much that Jonathan backed up without moving his legs..---

"It's kinda cute."

The bomb fell.

Crashing onto his rear backwards, sitting up with his hands at his sides, his eyes held a mixture of emotions. Confusion, surprise, shock, nervous.. and really, really embarrassed. His face had cracked, his mouth was open, as if she had said some sort of taboo. No one.. NO ONE had ever said that to him. Cheeks flushed.. he couldn't help it. His whole body felt flustered. He looked away..

..What in God's name was he supposed to say to something like that!?

[Jenna Scorn]

"oh?!"


She'd blink as he fell backwards, had she stared him? She shook her head and leaned forward yet again, resting the palms of her hands against her knees as she knelt down beside him.

Blue orbs looked at him, a few strands of pink hair falling into her face as she thought of something. She tried to come up with a few things to say, and or do. She extended her hand to him, waiting for him to take it...that is...if he would.

"Here, let me help you up."

[Winters]

OOC: Sorry for the late response. Things had to be taken care of.

Hesitation

"Here, let me help you up."

To start, he couldn't believe that he fell over. Second off, he was overly surprised that she'd offer to help the guy who tripped her to the ground. Granted, it was a miscommunication, but, he didn't even offer to help her up, instead chastising her. Felt like such an idiot right now, but, he'd gotten his cool back, and his face was solid again. Her hand however.. was waiting...

"...I-I'll m-m-make i-it u-up t-to y-you.." he mumbled in an undertone, his eyes downcast. But he took her hand.

"...A-And y-you c-could s-say th-that I-I s-stutter, b-because o-of wh-what I-I d-did t-to m-my m-mother..."

..Contact. Actual contact with a person.

His hand gripped somewhat uneasily onto hers.

He wasn't touching her to hurt her. Not like with Ichimaru, not like with about five minutes ago.

..This was just someone's kindness.

Nothing to say, his eyes showed as much confusion.

He'd make it up to her. Somehow.

[Jenna Scorn]

Make it up to her? She'd let out a small laugh and shake her head as he took her hand, and now she was pulling, helping him up. A soft smile upon her lips as she spoke now.

"Heh, why? I'm just helping you up, its not like I saved your life!"

He was weird, but interested. And what was it, stuttering? It was odd, but very cute. She had to admit it, she liked it. And his glasses, and now, she might have been blushing.

"b-because o-of wh-what I-I d-did t-to m-my m-mother..."

She'd blink her eyes, could he have been like her? She wouldn't question it, she'd shake it off. Letting her free hand trace her face, flicking strands of hair form her face yet again. And after helping him up, that hand would gently go to her side.

[Winters]

"...Mutter..."

There was a little laugh that came from her. Wasn't overly surprised by the reaction.. he had a tendency to say stupid things, since he didn't practice talking much. Could... feel her strength, as she pulled him up, to his feet. His left hand brushing off the side of his pants.

"Heh, why? I'm just helping you up, its not like I saved your life!"

At the mention of a slightly more.. ominous undertone on his part though, she brushed the hair from her face, a bit uneasily. Didn't know what the cause of that might be, but, probably wasn't his business, anyways. Their hands fell away from each other, and for some reason, it left a strange sensation on the tips of his fingers. His eyes flicked to it for a moment, but quickly looked back up at her. He'd question it later.. right now, he had to change the subject. It was starting to get a little too quiet in the awkward way.

"..I-I m-mean f-for t-tripping y-you i-in o-our l-little s-scuffle.. a-and th-then n-not h-helping y-you u-up.."

Mumbling again.. but, he was also to blame. Mentioning his Mutter brought back.. 'those' memories. But, the only way you could tell, is if you looked into his eyes, which were distant.. but only for a moment.

"Err-rr.. I-I m-mean.. u-uh... y-you w-want t-to g-go t-to a-a c-coffee sh-shop, o-or a-an i-ice c-cream s-store? I-It's j-just a-a g-guilty f-feeling, i-is a-all.."

..Was he stammering? ..Yea.

The end of lunch bell was about to ring.

If he was going to ditch for the first time, figured he might as well do it with....

..A friend?

[Jenna Scorn]

She watched him still, maybe even a little more closely than she was before. the corners of her lips curling into a soft grin as they parted and she spoke softly.

A date? No.

"I'm not one for caffeine, or ice cream..I'm sorry."

She wasn't turning him down, now turning as if to leave the school. But looking back over her shoulder to take a look at him with those blue eyes.

"But maybe you'd like to walk with me? I'm on my way home."


Whats this kids deal?
He's so...weird.


"Come on, its not far."







I like it.