Ever So Shy

"Not many people think that way. I swear you’d think that we’d all understand the fact that we’re stuck here. And if we’re stuck here, then we might as well be happy. Or at least deal with it like normal people." Then again, no one was normal anymore because there was no such thing as normal anymore. Literally everyone’s lives had been changed in the past year, there was no doubt about that.

The red head began to twirl a lock of her hair around her finger as she thought. She nodded along with what Dylan was saying. They should all be working together.. Sticking by each other. Her Order experience had probably not been as bad as many people.. She gulped as she thought. But she had seen first hand what they could do, and even before that she had seen what those people's mentality was like.. It was horrifying and.. She shook her head and looked at Dylan, she wasn't going to think about the past. She laughed a bit at the mention of 'normal people' they surly were not normal.. Or maybe they were.. Most of the time, as with anything, the idea of normal was different in each person..

You should really make sure that your new place is fireproof, we both know how you and fires get along.

S-stop it.. Who is th-this?

Hey, why isn't your family here? Oh wait....

Wait, w-what? W-who is th-this?

Keegan chuckled at her reactions, “Hey easy mistake. I mean I didn’t even know who Joan Jett was so you’re ahead of me.” He watched her closely. “Hey what’s your name? There anyone in the show with the same name? Or maybe they thought it was a good song. I mean, it is a catch song. Ch-ch-chip n Dale rescue rangers. Ch-ch-chip n Dale when there’s danger.”

Ithaca gave a small shy smile at his understanding and tucked a red curl behind her ear. She laughed a little and smiled. The only reason why she probably knew who Joan Jett was was because there was the period of a few weeks in her old life when her Uncle had taken and hidden all her cryptic texts, and she had been left with the a few boring and meaningless books in her Aunt's library.. Biographies were her main passion for about a month or so until she had found the books again.. Buried in the cellar. "i'm Ithaca," she replied softly and blinked up at him. "I th-think.. Th-the only reason why th-they sent it is because I stutter and.. Th-there's stuttering in the song.." she finished and pushed her glasses up her nose.

The smile on Ithaca’s face grew at the brunettes excitement, it would be nice to have someone go with her. And if she was equally as excited to go.. Then that was just great! “Witches only?” she asked. That seemed like a bit of a funny rule.. And a bit harsh to her as well....

Ithaca snorted as her brow furrowed, that seemed silly. And almost stupid really. For one, how could anyone really tell what the other was? Unless they performed a spell, drunk some blood or turned at the full moon.. Ithaca raised and eyebrow and shrugged. "Th-that just seems.. Ridiculous.." she replied and blinked. She herself wasn't about that. If Dylan wanted to come along and see what went on in the garden, as much as she did, she'd happily bring her along.. It'd be an interesting and learning experience. Who was she to push anyone away from learning some aspects of the species of another?.. She had never really read about segregation of the supernatural in any of the books her Aunt had brought her.. Actually.. That probably proved how naive she was about the entire thing..

He cocked his head to the side and grinned. “Got something embarrassing on your phone?” He teased as her face turned red. “Isn’t that a Disney show?”

The red head snorted and covered her mouth, the redness of her cheeks flowing up to the tips of her ears. "N-no I just uhm.. I just s-saw Jet and th-thought it'd be Joan.. Jett.." she mumbled and bit her lip. "It was, a while ago.." she laughed as she realized how stupid the mix up had been. "I w-wonder why someone would want to s-send me th-that.."

#ithaca's pics #wow

"Joan Jett?" the girl blinked in surprise and adjusted her glasses back up on her nose. Had the boy never heard of her? She was fairly huge only a few decades ago.. "No., n-no not disney."

He shrugged, “What song was it? Don’t really pay attention to artists but songs I tend to know.”

Ithaca blushed a little and scrambled around in her pockets, maybe she could look it up for the boy.. She picked her phone out of her pocket and typed in a few key words. Her cheeks flamed a bit redder and she coughed. "Oops.. Uhm.." she looked up and then looked down at her hands again. "The song is called th-the Jets.." she mumbled.. This was humiliating. "It's a th-theme song for a Ch-chip and Dale c-cartoon.."

"A what one?" he asked cocking his head to the side. "Take it, it wasn’t Disney than. Nothing wrong with that."

"Joan Jett?" the girl blinked in surprise and adjusted her glasses back up on her nose. Had the boy never heard of her? She was fairly huge only a few decades ago.. "No., n-no not disney."

Grinning, Dylan nodded enthusiastically. “Are you kidding? I’ve been wanting to go there ever since I found out about the place. I’m a little worried because it’s witches only though.” Dylan rolled her eyes at the stupid rule, leaning back in her chair. “I think it’ll be okay if I stick with you though. You’re a pretty cool girl, I’m sure they’d let me take a peek inside if we go together.”

The smile on Ithaca's face grew at the brunettes excitement, it would be nice to have someone go with her. And if she was equally as excited to go.. Then that was just great! "Witches only?" she asked. That seemed like a bit of a funny rule.. And a bit harsh to her as well. She snorted at the mention of her being cool and adjusted her glasses. "Th-then we'll go together," she claimed.

Ithaca linked her fingers together and twiddled her thumbs. She couldn’t help but stare down at the thin frail appendages in an attempt to avoid the gaze of the girl. The rd head looked up at the girl and gave a small timid smile, minor to severe injuries were no different...

Artemis' garden? She hadn't heard of the place before, not in this town. The girl bit her lip and adjusted her glasses, at the aspect of learning new Ithaca could only beam. She loved learning new things, obviously. Her only goal in life was to become a sort of scholar just like her Aunt had been.. A scholar of everything. "Sounds perfect.." she replied with a nod. Her knowledge on herbs was basic, in her old home there had been a few books about all different kinds and their uses and qualities, but those of course were lost now. "Could.. Could we go?" she asked quietly and raised an eyebrow.

Ithaca took in a breath and tugged at the sleeve of her sweater, “I’m f-fine..” she forced a small smile and blinked behind the lenses of her glasses. She was trying to will the wetness of her eyes back into her skull. “I just, I’d r-rather just focus on th-the now..”

Dylan…

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Ithaca linked her fingers together and twiddled her thumbs. She couldn’t help but stare down at the thin frail appendages in an attempt to avoid the gaze of the girl. The red head slowly looked up at to her new friend and gave a small timid smile, minor to severe injuries were no different than the ones she had had in the past. The tips of her fingers of her right hand were still scarred from the time her Uncle had pressed her hand atop the stove. And she still had the few scars on her skull from the times her head had been smacked into the floor.. She had had broken limbs before. It was all things that she could handle.. But if they were just tiny little details in a better future that would be fine with her.. “Guaranteed?” she smiled softly.

A change would do you good.

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D-depends in what..?

Of whether you will continue to annoy me or not.

The red heads cheeks flushed red and she looked down at the ground, "Oh.. S-sorry.." she mumbled.

A small laugh escaped her lips and she shook her head, “No.. N-no.. No witness protection,” she sighed a bit and brushed her hair out of her face again. “Ithaca Asher is my n-name..” she murmured, “It is a new t-town and.. What you see is w-what you g-get..” Unfortunately, she...

Ithaca took in a breath and tugged at the sleeve of her sweater, "I'm f-fine.." she forced a small smile and blinked behind the lenses of her glasses. She was trying to will the wetness of her eyes back into her skull. "I just, I'd r-rather just focus on th-the now.."

"So is this like, your witness protection program? New name, new town, new image?" she asked her. That was how it was for a great deal of people in town. She honestly couldn’t trust what anyone in the town said, simply because of the fact that the town was a hideaway, a place where people intended to leave the truth behind them. She certainly did.