Jordan Napoli's Story

Jordan was happily sitting outside under a tree, plucking at her guitar, a cigarette bouncing happily between her lips. She inhaled a moment, picked up her notebook and began writing lyrics:




She stopped there for a moment and grumbled something, scratching out a few lines here and there, clearly unhappy with herself.

"Fuck.." she mutters, and takes another long drag of her cigarette, plucking a few more chords, A minor, G...

She shakes her head for a moment, leaning back against the live oak with a sigh, staring up for a slight moment. Her eyes squint against the sun dancing through the leaves and branches and she tilts her head to the side a bit, deep in thought. Normally she wasn't bad with this kind of stuff, but she felt she was in some terrible writers block...

Her thoughts float with the smoke of her cigarette, and she turns back to the page of scribbled lyrics, she draws a line and then starts again:




A sigh of frustration leaves her lips. Her fingers crumple around the sheet of paper and she tears it out of her notebook, throwing it onto her other piles of crumpled papers. With a sigh, she flicks her cigarette butt into the grass and taps her fingers on her guitar, then just begins to strum whatever came to mind. A man walks by, throwing money into her DC hat.

"Thank you." She says and the man nods. With a stretch, she picks up her small belongings, taking the money out of her hat and placing it in her bag. She lights another cigarette and begins to walk.

A shabby old house was in the distance and Jordan tilts her head to the side a bit, clicking her tongue. It seemed like a decent place to crash for the day, she was sort of hungover from the night before anyway. She takes a long drag of her cigarette, her other hand wearily gripping her guitar as she begins to meander down towards the house.

ooc - sorrry I've fallen off the face of the earth guys... I'mma hop back in now.

bic -

Jordan sat on the porch rail, flip flops dangling off her feet, a cigarette lit in her hand. She takes a long drag, slowly letting it out, watching it disperse quickly into the air. She sighs, cracking her neck as she flicks the ashes of her cigarette.

"Happy birthday to me..." She sings, her eyes slowly filling up with hot tears as she takes another drag, three tear drops raced down the shape of her cheek and she swiftly wipes her cheeks with the sleeve of her sweater.

Her parents had given little thought to her since she turned fourteen, they had almost always forgotten her birthday, or thought it was a different day than it was, or they would forget how old she was.

She couldn't really decide which of the three was worse. It's not like it mattered though, there were a lot of kids with her same problem, if not worse situations to be in. Like she could've been like the girls in here and gotten her eggo preggo, but she was lesbian so that wouldn't have worked out so well.

Jordan's sexuality was partially why she left the house to begin with. Her parents said to her once when she was little that being gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, was all wrong. In fact, she'd come out to her aunt first and her aunt just laughed and said, "Want some tea?"

Of course, Jordan had stared at her with great disappointment, she didn't honestly know what to expect, in fact she was surprised her aunt just asked if she wanted tea, "Did you hear me? I just said I was a LES to the BIAN."

Her aunt looks up at her too for a moment with a smirk, "Does that not make you my niece anymore?"

Jordan had sat down at that moment, baffled by her response, "Well I'd always figured I would be disowned by my family if I came out...."

Her aunt shrugged, "It shouldn't matter, but seriously, do you want some tea?"

As Jordan sat there reminiscing, she hadn't realized her cigarette had almost burned down to the filter and she curses under her breath, flicking the butt into the grass.

"Well fuck." She grumbles, fumbling through her bag and getting another square from her bag. She fixes her hat, then lights up the new cigarette with a small sigh and takes a long drag, going back to her own thought bubble.

Ash:
She leaned a bit towards the bread and nibbled at it lightly. She coughed a bit, it was uncomfortable eating something after not having anything in it for so long. She took a sip of the water and went back to leaning on his chest. "Thank you," she said in almost a whisper.

Sammie:
As Sammie made her way down the long stairs, she spotted a girl smoking on the front porch. Finally, someone with some smokes. She had run out a day or so ago, and had been having the worst head ache ever. She opened the door and made her way to sit next to the girl on the porch. "Can I have a smoke? Ran out a few days ago, but I can repay you in booze." and it was true. She had a stash of all kinds of stuff locked up in her room. As she said that, she snickered and turned to the girl. She was gorgeous.

This girl was amazingly pretty. Her body was just perfect; well proportioned, unlike Sammie's short stature and large breasts. Her hair was nice and shiny and her eyes were so captivating. She tried not to be too awkward, but when they first made eye contact, Sammie could barely bring herself to look away from the girl. As she did, she licked her lips and looked at the ground. In the foster system she had seen many attractive girls, but none quite called her like this one. Sammie felt sefl conscious of her own body now, she was wearing a low-cut off the shoulder sweater that showed a bit of her D cup breasts. She was sitting with her bare shoulder to the girl, with a tattoo on that shoulder of a bar code. that side was also the side her hair was long on. She tried to pull the sleeve to cover her shoulder, but it slid back down. She fixed her hair and gave a hint of a smile to the girl, "I'm sammie..." She looked up with her silver eyes to once more meet the girl's face.

Jordan's thoughts fluttered and dispersed when someone came up next to her, "Can I have a smoke?" The girl asks, "Ran out a few days ago, but I can repay you in booze."

They made eye contact for a moment and Jordan chuckles softly. The girl was pretty

"I'm Sammie," She says softly after sitting down next to her.

Sammie... Jordan smiles a bit, "Well it's a pleasure to meet you Sammie, I'm Jordan."

Jordan chuckles softly and nods, the cigarette bounces between her lips as she opens her small drawstring backpack and pulls out a pack of Kool's.

"They're mentholated," Jordan says, "It was the cheapest I could get."

She takes out two for the girl and takes notice of the bar code tattoo on her shoulder and a small smirk flickers across Jordan's face.

"Sick ink." Jordan says with a nod, blowing out the smoke slowly. Jordan had gotten a few tats herself, tribal angel wings on her back, just covering her shoulder blades, a wolf paw print below her belly button and 'Float Along' in calligraphy across her right wrist. She'd been addicted to tats ever since her first one, and she always saved money to get new ones, besides, they were for her enjoyment anyone. Who's gonna want to bang you when you're eighty five and saggy?

Jordan figured she'd just be dead by that point anyway due to excessive drinking and her smoking habits.

Ash:
Leaning forward and tightening her skinny arms around him as she let a warm tear fall down her cheek. She tasted the saltiness as it made it's way to her lips. She started to cry softly, not making much sound. She was almost sitting in his lap, but not all the way. She was sitting on her legs, bent at the knees.

Sammie
As the girl commented on her tattoo, Sammie blushed a bit. She had many more on her body, and wondered about the other girl. She bit her lip as she noticed the woods outside, and the squirrel that ran across.
"Got that one when I was 14... and a bunch more after that... You?"
She blinked several times as she glanced at the pretty girl.

Jordan chuckles a bit, "Got addicted to needles when I was sixteen, I got angel wings--" she shrugs down her jacket a bit to show Sammie; she was wearing a white tank underneath her black leather jacket -- "Then I got this wolf paw print under my belly button, and 'Float Along' on my wrist."

Jordan takes a long drag of her cigarette, flicking the ashes a bit, "I'm planning on getting a dream catcher on my ribs soon enough...If and when I have the money for it anyway." She smiles a bit, her hazel eyes flickering over to Sammie with a playful smirk.

"So, Miss Sammie, tell me about yourself?" Jordan's voice is light, playful as she asks her.

Sammie:
As she adjusted the way she was sitting, peering out to the road, " Well, you know, pretty simple; foster care mainly. When I was little I was sick a lot, still get sick easy, that's why I'm so damn short." She chuckled and messed with her sweater again, "I've got these-" she straightened out her legs, showing the large bunch of black roses on her left calf, and the batman symbol on her right thigh, surrounded by spider webs. "I got some on my back and this one on my stomach" she pulled up her top a bit and showed the other girl her tattoo