Jez White ℐ Lilith (betterthaneve) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-01-27 03:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | jezebel white |
Who: Jezebel White
What: Jez is working off some of her anger. Lilith is giving her a helpful pep talk.
Where: The ocean off of Dead Mans Beach, N.Stradbroke Island
When: Thursday early evening, January 26th 2012
Warnings: PG-13 for swearing and death.
The board bobbed in the waves, only a slight rise and fall at this distance from the shore. She was waiting for a wave that looked promising. They’d said there would be good surf today, and while it was good, she had hoped for great. Jez really needed something great to take her mind off how much she hated one Lillie Shipton. The sound of the ocean was normally something she found very soothing, and the excitement when she caught a perfect wave drowned out everything else she might be feeling. On your average day, this was exactly the place you’d find the small blonde girl if she were trying to forget her worries and responsibilities.
Today, her usual routine just wasn’t cutting it. She could still feel the anger seething around. It was probably because she hadn’t said all she’d wanted to say to that bitch of a hunter, and leaving things unsaid was something she was completely unaccustomed to. One day, she’d really enjoy squeezing the life out of that pathetic girl, up close and personal so she could watch as Lillie realised that Jez had won. She would fucking regret messing with Jez’s personal affairs then.
The blonde blinked for a moment, suddenly aware that she was gripping the side of her Channel Islands custom so hard that it had left indentations. How she had even done that she had no clue, she didn’t think she was anywhere near that strong. It’s my strength, sweetheart. Like it or not, you’re more like me than you imagined. I’ll bleed through eventually so I don’t even know why you bother fighting it. Jez stiffened and sat up on the board. “Shut up! God, you’re the cause of all this. Do you not even know when to keep quiet?” For once, she was glad that she’d ignored safety advice and gone out alone. She really didn’t want people to think that she was talking to herself. Me? Oh, darling. If you’re going to keep blaming me we’re going to get no where. I’m a part of you now, and that’s not going away. Little Ms Winchester just sees me. She seems to forget that this isn’t a simple case of possession. She’s suffering the same affliction as you, possessed by a paranoid idiot. Even her brother is someone he’s not. But with everyone else, she sees the person they are. With you, with Sydney...she just sees the demon. You don’t even register, Jezebel. You’re just not important enough.
Biting her lip, Jez forced herself not to give into the tears of insecurity that were threatening. Because of course, Lilith was right. She wasn’t the special little child her parents had raised any more. Lilith had changed all that. Now she was special in a different way, and yet somehow, she was less. A yell wrenched itself out of her lungs, filled with aggression, frustration and loathing. Why was she guilty of the crimes of some woman from a fictional TV show that she hadn’t even watched? Suddenly she brought a fist down on the board, cursing profusely as she heard something crack, and her flyer tilted violently sideways. She slipped into the water, submerged and swallowed a large amount of the liquid before she managed to find her way back to the surface again.
This was bullshit. Here she was in the middle of the ocean, breaking her fucking surfboard because she was angry at a girl who needed a good punch in the face. She quickly dropped beneath the surface of the waves once more to check what was around her. Even in this mood she was in no mind to ignore anything deadly that might be on it’s way towards her right now. For the moment, she seemed clear. Before she went up for air, she grabbed at the line tying her to her board, and pulled at it. It ripped clear, which was surprising, as she was only aiming to unhook the velcro...still. She was free now, so she went back up to the surface, kicking gently to keep herself afloat. It was then that she decided. If Shipton wanted to go around acting as if Jez was a freaking serial killer, then she should have a damn reason to be afraid. Austin had been teaching her some of her powers, and while she had teleportation down pat, she’d been a little lax with some of her other skills.
With some concentration, she gripped her surfboard with her mind, and fighting against it’s buoyancy, flung it as hard as she could down into the water. She dove down after it, watching it shimmer through the surface water, then begin to fade as it got deeper. She could feel the tug of it at the corner of her mind as it tried to make a return journey upwards. But she didn’t want it back up here. She’d already ruined it, and she needed something to take her frustrations out on. With a little push in the right direction from Lilith, she concentrated on pulling the thing apart. Ideally she’d love to see it explode into thousands of little pieces, but she wasn’t sure how exactly she’d do that.
Strangely though, it seemed like the water was getting lighter. She could see the electric blue paint job on the flyer better even though it had ceased to rise. She scrunched her face up, trying to figure it out as her lungs began to burn from a lack of oxygen. Then she saw the shadow looming up from the depths. A shape that she’d recognise anywhere. Shark. For a few terrifying moments she was taken back to her previous encounter with one. Dark shapes, sea water stinging her eyes and burning her throat as she inhaled it, then intense pain. There was more water after that, and flailing. A lot of flailing. And now this new one was moving in, cautiously. It wasn’t dark enough yet for it to be considered feeding time. She had a good hour before dusk. Still, there was no doubt that this one had come to investigate her jerky movements, and if it got closer she was going to lose it.
In fact, she did.
Her concentration shot, something snapped in her, and abruptly she was thrown up out of the water. Gasping for breath, she opened her eyes, but had to blink a few times before she could see anything that made sense, by which time she was falling back down. She hit the water like a sack of bricks, knocking the air out of her lungs. What just happened? Struggling to breathe and stay afloat, she looked around in water which rapidly became cloudy with what looked like blood and fish gore. Holy crap. Was that... No. It couldn’t be. She wouldn’t just...
God, she couldn’t be here. The fact that the immediate vicinity had become contaminated with what was effectively chum meant that every predator in a few miles was going to turn up sooner or later, and if she was still here then she was in trouble. Unfortunately, the custom flyer she had come out on seemed to also be in pieces, floating here and there on the waves. No matter. She turned back toward the shore and concentrated.
Rising up out of the chest-high water, Jez checked her limbs for any damage, but there wasn’t any. She turned, trying to make out where she had just been, but couldn’t get a clear picture of it from here. What was clear, was the fact that she wasn’t alone on this stretch of beach.
“Did you see that? What the hell was that? Do we have mines out in the water? Where did you come from anyway? I didn’t see you swimming.”
Jez turned back, looking at the guy who was now pacing up and down a small area of surf. Her eyes narrowed, then rolled back as she lifted a hand, and he sailed backwards through the air. Witnesses were not in her plan. Especially if she had caused what looked like an explosion in the water. Unfortunate for this guy. She strode up the beach towards his prone form, her hand twisting around. Jez watched the way he moved according to how she flicked her finger this way, or that. How he jerked up when she wanted him to. Well this was going to be easy enough.
“I’m really not in the mood. Sorry, sweetheart.” She whispered, as he flew back toward the waterline, landing face down. She held him there as he struggled, trying to find air to breathe instead of only water. Eventually his limbs stopped spasming, and she released her hold on him. Time to go. People were going to be real fucking sorry they hadn’t treated her with the respect she deserved.