Green Apples (Open)

[serenity]

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Serenity O’Deina, better known as Serrie to those who knew her well enough to learn the nickname, was currently bored out of her mind. Which happened, sadly, often. Especially now that she was stuck here without the only people she cared about. So, she decided that she needed to do….something. Maybe she would cook. She liked to cook often enough…mostly to just take her mind off of everything else, because it calmed her. She had always cooked because she was the only one around who could or she was on her own. If she hadn’t learned to cook she would have starved. So with a groan the girl pushed herself out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen. She had been lazing around reading, but she had finished her last book. So that was that, now she had nothing left to do. Which left cooking…and maybe inviting someone over to eat with her. She didn’t know many people in her house well, and perhaps she should stop being so anti-social.... Maybe if they thought she was cured they’d let her go home.

So barefooted she stumbled in to what passed for a kitchen. Their foster was usually not around, so Serenity often found herself being the one to cook for the house, but it had a working stove and such which she didn’t often get, well not before she had settled. It seemed so long ago that she had an apartment to herself… Anyway, so she never took it for granted, ever. But she did forget often to take care of it. Like today. Their Foster was a lazy bum, they needed a new one. Serrie was sick of taking care of the kitchen. All that was in there was an envelope full of the money provided to the Fosters to take care of the kids and a jar of mayo. Helpful. Either way she groaned and knocked her head against the now shut refrigerator door after taking the money.. Wonderful. Just wonderful. This meant she needed to actually go outside of her apartment. Which tended to spaz her out a little bit because of her slight chirophobia, aka the fear of being touched. But the weather was getting colder, which meant she could get away with wearing more layers without looking too weird.

So she gave in. Pulling on the first shirt she could find in her room, which happened to be a baggy black tee with the words “To Write Love On Her Arms” on it and then a pair of baggy jeans, she turned her attention to the closet. What to layer this with… Her attention came to a plaid over shirt which she slipped on. But the next part made her scowl affectionately. Her sweatshirt. Colin, her boyfriend, had seen her in her sweatshirt full of holes, she couldn’t afford a new one, and had bought her this new black one that she was currently sliding into. It made her miss him something fierce…

The shoes though, that made her really smile a bit. They had shown up on her doorstep a few days before she had ended up here. Brand new. And Colin insisted that he hadn’t gotten them for her, but she had seen the smile in his eyes. Butt. He had totally gotten them. Considering that he had commented on the duct tape that had been used to hold together her last pair. She was pretty sure that was too much of a coincidence. She shook her head. Whatever. She slipped them on anyway. She had planned to yell at him for them, but now she was glad to have them. It was a reminder. The gloves came next, she always wore gloves. She needed to, unless she wanted to brush against someone skin to skin and get a flash of their future or past. It as a pesky thing, her Sight. But at the same time she did want to be able to touch the food before she actually bought it. So fingerless gloves it was.

She then set out into the chilly air.

She knew her way to the Supermarket easy, she went there about once every other week or so. So her feet knew the way even as she zoned out into space while she walked. Once there, it was easy to pluck up a handbasket and start meandering about until things caught her way to actually cook with. The apples definantly did. Serrie liked apples, green ones especially. But as she reached for one she noticed a hand reaching for the same one and pulled her hand back right away, blushing a bit and looking up. ”Aye, sorry…all yers” she said with a bit of a laugh, hating how her Irish accent made her stand out around here. Which was why she usually didn’t speak much. She waited a moment, to see what the other person would say, she hadn’t even really looked at the other person at all, she was too much of a shy girl.

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[jacksonajasper]

"You should get apples, the green kind is the best.

[/b] Andrew was trailing along behind him, trying to avoid stepping on cracks in the sidewalk and his stuffed rabbit trailing along behind him. Jasper looked behind him at his brother who smiled at him, and he couldn't help but smile back. Andrew had been so willing to come with him to Black Springs, trusting his big brother that nothing could hurt him with him around. It was initially bothersome for Jasper to consider bringing Andrew along with him, because of the obvious reasons that he was being put in an asylum from his Bipolar Disorder. However, Andrew had pointed out there were other children in the asylum so he would hardly be the youngest one there.

"When are we going to get the apples?"[/b] Andrew was beginning to become impatient, dragging his feet along the brightly tiled floors and making a fuss about every time Jasper would stop to get another grocery item.
"Calm down, sport." Jasper chuckled, reaching down to ruffle his brother's hair. "We're getting there. We just need to get food for Sweet pea and then we'll get apples." He promised, stopping by the pet food section.

Grocery shopping was something Jasper could live without. It was all a facade for Andrew so he wouldn't put two and two together. As they walked down more brightly lit aisles, Jasper watched Andrew now run ahead of him towards the produce section and rolled his eyes. If he hasn't figured it out now though, Jasper thought to himself. Maybe he won't notice if you don't eat anything anymore? He shot his own idea down in an instant, figuring that he would rather be safe than sorry. He couldn't lose Andrew...not again.

When they reached the produce section, Andrew was already running around looking for more produce he could make his brother buy before forcing his attention onto the apples he wanted- Andrew reached up for a bag to grab his own before being stopped by Jasper who grabbed a bag and swatted his hand away. He had his eyes fixed on an apple, reaching for it only to touch someones hand instead of the fruit. He pulled away out of habit and looked at the teenager who didn't dare meet his eyes.
”Aye, sorry…all yers” She was nervous. It was obvious with every little idiosyncrasy she used, not to mention her lack of eye contact.

"She talks funny." [/b] Andrew said, peering around Jasper's legs. He shushed him, before smiling kindly at the young woman.

"You're fine. You can have it, you were here first." He said kindly. Jasper had never seen this young woman around before, which made sense since not only was she younger than him (vampire jokes aside), but from the flush in her cheeks she wasn't one of his kind, either. [/blockquote] [/size]

[serenity]

Serenity nearly jumped five feet in the air when someone else’s hand brushed against hers. As it was she pulled her hand back automatically as if it had been burnt. She waited for the familiar numb feeling of Seeing to creep up her arms and make her eyes go white but it never happened. She frowned a little. Well, that was really weird. She never didn’t see. Only one person before had ever been exempted from her ability. That was bizarre. But welcome, she truly didn’t want to get a glimpse of the future or the past right here in the middle of the grocery store. One never knew what exactly was in here and how they would want to use you…

She didn’t want to be used again.

The other voice seemed nice though, nice enough that Serenity managed to lift her gaze to see who it was that had spoken. Seemed like a nice enough man, though most people in her life had seemed nice enough until they screwed her over. It made her cynical, unlikely to trust others. She was a loner for a reason, people were not her speciality. Not in the slightest, she preferred to be on her own if she could manage it. And usually she could. He said she could have it and she took it carefully, still studying him with careful eyes that could only be described as storm colored. That was how Serenity liked to call it anyway. Storm colored…grey like the clouds, blue like the rain, dark and unreadable.

Habitually Serenity tugged at her sleeves, forcing them to come down and cover over her hands again, so that way it wouldn’t happen again. Not seeing anything from skin to skin contact once was just a fluke. She would see again if he managed to touch her again skin to skin and she wasn’t looking forward to that in the slightest and would go out of her way to prevent it. Serenity didn’t do well with being touched but who would if they had what she had? What was she supposed to say, sorry she was a chiropath? She preferred to keep that little bit to herself anyway.

”Thank ye” she commented, once again hating how damn thick her accent was when she spoke. It made her stand out around here where no one else ever seemed to have an accent as far as she had noticed as of yet. It was… She hated to stand out. She preferred to blend in because a person survived longer if they decided to blend in rather than stand out, she yearned to blend in. Who she was decided to take that choice away from her however.

She plucked up another apple and settled it into her bag with a small smile. He didn’t seem in any sort of rush to hurt her, so what would it kill for her to be some form of sociable? ”Best kind if ye ask me, the green ones I mean” Serrie only ate green apples. She liked their sour bite more than was natural.

[jacksonajasper]

The way the girl pulled away confused Jasper. Was he really all that frightening? He wondered as he began to pick out apples himself. Andrew was clinging to his pant leg, making Jasper cast his eyes down at him before looking up again at the girl. She was fragile, almost sad-looking. She reminded Jasper of his youngest sister (though still older than him), Elania. By transitive property, he realized that the young girl also reminded him of his niece, Kimberly Michelle. The niece who he hadn't talked to or seen since she was 50 (five years old, if Jasper wanted to remember that not everyone ages slowly enough). Not that the young girl looked like a five year old, she just acted very shy and withdrawn like Kimberly was.

Andrew tugged on his jean's again and Jasper cast his eyes down at him again. "Can you ask her where she's from?

[/b] He sounded genuinely curious and looked back to the girl. Jasper smiled again at the girl.
"You're quite welcome." Jasper said softly, continuing to fill up his bag with apples. "What a nice Irish accent you have. I spent a summer or two in Ireland with my family a few years ago." He offered casually, hoping to help the girl relax and possibly tell him her name so he wouldn't have to refer to her as "that girl I met at the store".

"”Best kind if ye ask me, the green ones I mean” The girl said. Jasper nodded and grabbed another bag since the first one was full.
"Hmm, I'm unsure about that," Jasper joked. "Have you ever tried Fuji apples? Very juicy and sweet." He smiled again and tied the second bag of apples closed. Putting the bags to the side he held out his hand for the girl to shake.

"I'm Jasper A. Jackson." He offered. His mother had always said that to help him overcome his illness, he should reach out to more people. While he never took this advice to heart, that didn't mean he couldn't reach out to people and try to make friends. [/blockquote][/size]

[serenity]

He commented on her accent and she frowned a little, before he could finish his statement because she hated it. She loved her home country, don’t get her wrong. She just hated that it made her stand out with this accent of hers, when she preferred to blend in. But as she finished listening to him speak she looked up a bit curious. So he had been to Ireland then? Her look softened into an almost smile when he spoke. She couldn’t help but see the need to actually talk then because, well, if he was going to bring up the place she was born and raised, she couldn’t help it. It was simply a subject that actually managed to make the shy little witch speak more than a word or two.

”Aye? What part if I may ask?’ She asked carefully, keeping her voice from being too interested, when in fact she was very much so. She studied the oranges, just next to the apples, very carefully. Another girl in her house, Raea, was pregnant. She couldn’t stand oranges though the baby seemed to make her want them so Serrie wanted to pick out a small one or two for the other girl so that way she would have them if the craving struck her. Serrie found it funny that she was more the Foster of her house than her actual foster was. If she was braver she would have taken it up with one of the Blakes, but she wasn’t.

”Myself, I’m from just outt’a Roscommon, I am” she said, feeling the need to put it in. It was rude to ask him where he had spent his summers and not supply where she was from, and her mother had raised her to be a proper woman, manners and all. It was all she had left of her mother and she intended to not dishonor the other woman by going against the manners that she had instilled in her then wild daughter when she was much much younger.

She noted with a bit of amusement than he had taken two bags while she herself only had an apple or two. Was he feeding a whole household too or did he just like apples? She wondered, she couldn’t help it it was just the way that Serenity was, she liked to watch people and wonder what it is that they did or what it was that they thought or what made them tick. She got it from her mother. Her mother had been an author and was always people watching. Serrie frowned slightly. Her mother seemed far to present in her mind today.

She shook her head when he asked her if she had ever tried Fuji apples. ”I tend to like me apples with a bit’o bite” she commented, coming a little bit further out of her shell when he didn’t seem to be…threatening. Serenity was skittish to say in the least, and mostly around people that she didn’t know. It took a while for her to come out of her shell enough to speak as much as she seemed to be right then.

She looked up from the fruit, slightly surprised when he offered his name. ”Ah, always tell people ye meet in a grocery store yer name?” she asked with amusement, rare enough these days, in her voice as she answered the other person whom she was talking to. Jasper. Well now she had a name for the face. And as much as her mother had raised her to be polite, Life had taught her different when it came to this one little detail. Serenity rarely gave her name. Not to anyone. Colin, her boyfriend, had called her Juliet for a straight two weeks because she had refused to give it to him. No offense, he seemed nice enough. Serrie was just cautious.

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[jacksonajasper]

It was a relief to see the girl relax a little after he had commented on her accent. Jasper hadn't meant anything by it, honestly neither had Andrew, and he was just trying to have a good conversation with someone other than his doctor, Andrew, or Ice. Jasper thought that she seemed like a nice enough young lady, kind but a bit introverted. But to be honest-- who wasn't introverted in Black Springs? You never really knew who you could trust here. It was a nervous sort of self-preservation that you adapted after an amount of time in the town.

"I may sound like a tourist, but Belfast. Sometimes Dublin, depending on where my mother felt like living." He admitted with a grin. "My Step-father enjoyed spoiling her and my older sisters. I guess you could say I was the baby of the family." Andrew tugged on his pant leg again. "Other than my brother Andrew." He admitted with another small smile. Jasper had noticed that the girl had grabbed an orange or two for herself and smirked. "Full balanced meal you've got there." He joked.

Jasper was never a fan of fruit, apples being the only kind that he could eat all the time. Bananas were a love/hate with him, and when he was turned he never really ate them anymore. Vegtables freaked him out, (could you blame him? He had been used to watching people pick food and now you could pick it out of a freezer and steam it in three minutes. Witchcraft, he would always joke). You could say turning him into a vampire had also turned him into a health nut. Other than his obvious food source, he would only eat food you could find for yourself or cook at home like bread or meat.

"Do you now? So how about Golden Delicious? I recall those having a bit of bite to them." He asked, genuinely curious. People interested him. After being around them for so long watching people grow and change had been something he enjoyed to experience. Jasper would have fostered children if he had been able to get away with never aging or not being on government records.

He withdrew his hand when the girl refused to shake it and smiled. "Only the ones I meet by the apples." He joked, leaning against the fruit stand. Andrew tugged on his jeans again. "What?" He whispered, looking down into his brother's large blue eyes. Andrew gestured toward the door, trying to tell his brother that he wanted to go home. "In a minute, sport." Jasper promised.

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[serenity]

Serenity simply nodded, listening as the other boy spoke. Age? She wasn’t sure yet. She should probably say young man, not boy. And that was a random mental rant…she truly was losing it here. She could figure out with a touch but Serenity was a chirophobe for a reason. She preferred not to, if she bumped into him again she could ask than and not now, it seemed impolite to randomly ask something like that. She was examining the orange as she decided which of them to pick out for Raea without getting one that was too big and would simply make her sick. Hmm.

She shook her head with a small chuckle, rare for her, when he said where he had visited. ”Aye, yer a tourist” she said, faintly amused and slightly relaxed as long as she kept her attention on the oranges rather than him, she has issues like that, she was very much so a shy creature who preferred to be on her own rather than others, but she could hold a conversation as long as she relaxed. She nodded when he explained it was for his mother. Made her miss her own something fierce. ”Never lived in’na town til recently. Mum preffered the country side, she did” Serenity said softly, giving away a piece of herself very carefully. She usually kept information about herself very well guarded. She had good reason.

She did look up from picking out her oranges to look at him when he teased her a bit, there was a bit of a blush on the cheeks that she hid behind her blonde and blue hair, but it didn’t stop her from answering. This is what happened when Serrie got comfy around someone, she actually spoke. And this boy had done nothing, yet, to warrant her receeding back into her shell. ”The apples are mine. The oranges are fer another in me house, she’s preggers and keeps cravin’em.” She didn’t mind sharing that she bought for others in her house, her Foster was incompetent and she didn’t care who knew, even if she didn’t exactly broadcast it either.

Serrie was slightly amused with the random talk of apples either way. Well, they were in a grocery store, it was slightly normal to talk about apples there, wasn’t it? She wasn’t sure, she usually got in, got what she wanted, and got out. There was no socializing involved because Serrie didn’t usually socialize with anyone in this town. She wanted to look normal so maybe she could get out. Maybe. She just needed a day, a moment even, so that she could get Iris, or Colin, or Seth. It didn’t matter. Any of them would do…she frowned. Bad thoughts, she was really on a roll with the random mental tangents today it seemed. She’d have to keep closer tabs on that or she really would go crazy like everyone else in this damn place. Speaking of…now she was wondering what this other person, Jasper he had said his name was, was doing here.

Okay, mental conversations with self later, Serrie Girl she scolded herself and got back to the conversation she had been having out loud. Hopefuly she didn’t seem daft now… ”Aye but not enough of one,” she replied. She liked kick when it came to her fruit, and green apples were the only ones that really did it for her. ”I think I’ll stick t’my apples, thank ye” she said with a faint smile looking up. She should move on, go to the meats and the grains and everything else…they had absolutely no food in the house and that was horrible. She knew the other girls were either asleep or out but that wouldn’t last forever…

He said he only introduced himself to those he met by the apples but then he began speaking again and she knew that that wasn’t for her, it was directed away from her. He was looking down. What on earth was down there? She frowned a bit. Was he seeing things? Could be, this place was for people who were crazy after all. So it could happen…she’d rather it did, but it could. She wasn’t sure how to react because for the life of her she couldn’t figure out who he was talking to. Instead she busied herself looking up towards the signs for the aisles and deciding what she needed next. Serenity wasn’t an intrusive type of person and she didn’t want to ask, because she didn’t always want to know. They all had their issues. Let him keep his. Even still, Serenity out of reflex tugged her shirtsleeves down, wrapping her fingers over the ends and tugging them tight.

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