Getting Back to the Grindstone: Jemima attn: Any

[Jemima Norwoods]

It was early. Too early in her opinion. Jemima sipped on her latte. Trying to wake up and focus. She had been studying her ass off. Trying to improve her grades which had been slipping. So, she had been staying up late, and then getting up early to study. She arrived early at school because she needed to go by the library.

She was dressed in jeans, a orangish/peachy colored t-shirt that read "You'll Never Get This Brunette" and a pair of flip flops. She had straightened her hair and pulled it up into a ponytail. Since she was up so early to just study, she didn't bother to get all dolled up and cute. Who was going to see her anyway.

The school was fairly deserted. There were people around, but it wasn't overly crowded. Jemima walked into the practically empty library. Taking a seat at one of the tables near the door. She liked being able to watch the hall and see who was passing by. She took another sip of latte and took her books out of her bag.

She sat there twirling her pen between her fingers and tapping it on the table. She found herself watching the hallway more than her books.

[Sidra Cotton]

See what Sidra's wearing: www.polyvore.com/dark/set?id=13481638

Grateful for the overcast weather, Sidra marched (rarely gliding and feeling rather militant anyway) into the school her arms filled with pamphlets and fliers regarding werewolf propaganda. She knew that it was about as realistic as her being a vampire, but a girl had appearances to keep up. A reputation to hold. People to scare.

Taping fliers to the wall and random lockers as she moved with deliberate steps and hissing at people to get out of her way, custom acrylic fangs firmly in place. As always. She was the picture of a goth. The embodiment of the lifestyle, and it had pissed her mothers off to no end. It was perfect, she could express herself and her choices (choices she'd made long before Sandra ever came into the picture) while pissing the step-mother off all in one shot. What wasn't to love?

It wasn't long, not really, before she was through with her fliers and had nothing but the pamphlets left. They of course detailed how werewolves were flea bitten curs who needed to be put down, or spade/neutered so they wouldn't over populate. There were instructions on how to find a good taxidermist who'd stuff and mount the head of a werewolf so one could display the spoils of their hunting sport. She had even photoshoped in an example using the head from The Howling.

Passing one over to an officer with a fanged grin, Sidra marched on, ignoring the amused shake of the woman's head as she tucked the folded pamphlet into her pocket for an entertaining read later. Finding herself in the library, with few other people there, Si picked a mark and stalked forward.

Pamphlet held out, like a weapon, she spoke, allowing the mundane to recognize she was there, and that she was being addressed.

"I would like to make you aware of the hairy menace that is lurking in our community."

[Jemima Norwoods]

Jem had spent a good fifteen minutes or so, just sitting and watching people as they walked by the library. For the most part it was rather boring. Nothing much happened. Nothing much was said that she could hear anyway that was entertaining. So, after growing bored with her people watching she turned back to her books. Taking down some notes. Occasionally, she would glance up and look around for something a bit more entertaining, but things were relatively quiet.

She had heard down staring at the pages of her book when she saw a shadow and then hard a voice. she lifted her head up. She did a kind of double take. Just staring a bit at the person standing before her. Ok, well this was certainly the most interesting thing she had seen so far this morning. She was all about self-expression, but there came a point when it wasn't really self-expression it was more like dress up gone horribly wrong. But to each their own. Right?

Jemima took the pamphlet she was handing out and looked at it. She almost laughed. Seriously? Werewolf propaganda? She shook her head a little. "What do you know, even in the world of the occult prejudices still exist."

[Sidra Cotton]

“It’s not prejudice,” she defended her actions, words, and pamphlets. How could it be prejudice if it was true? Werewolves were a bane. A blot on the map of life that should have been erased from the world and pop culture a long time ago. Giving her burgundy dyed hair a flip over her shoulder, no hairfalls this time, she invited herself to sit down, and accepted.

“You may not know the threat that the were population produces for mundane such as yourself, but I’ll be delighted to explain it to you.” Though the fellow teenager was as different from Sidra as one could possibly be, she had every notion of just how odd she looked to the ‘norms’. The corset was of her own making, the coat with tails a find at goodwill that she’d adapted to her purposes, and the short bustle skirt, her sister’s handy work. The tights and shoes were Target specials, but when paired all together, they created… Sidra. Or rather she created them.

Though she rather liked how she dressed, and privately thought it was much better than the cupcake-obsessed girl who smiled far too much to actually be healthy, it was meant to get a reaction. Dark. Goth. Broody. Not always matching, and not always in line with what other Goths would consider tasteful, but Sidra could not care less. Her battle, today, was against the weres. All of them, but wolves in particular.

[Jemima Norwoods]

"It's not prejudice?" Jem asked raising her brow. "Do you have proof that what you're saying is true?" What was she doing? Was she seriously sitting here about to have a debate with this Goth girl about whether or not there was a prejudices against werewolves going on? Maybe she had been drinking too much caffeine and she needed to cut back a bit. This was ridiculous. The girl had obviously gone to a lot of work with these pamphlets and flyer's.


"Oh..really? A threat huh? Is that so...Next are you going to tell me why you're...'people' are the superior race?" she rolled her eyes a bit. She never did understand people's obsession with the occult and she never would. "What makes them any worse...than oh...I don't know. Vampires? Who go around sucking people's blood? That's not a threat to ush..waht did you call it. Mundane?"

"Why waste your time on something that's only a fantasy? That doesn't even exist? Why not put all that time and effort into something that's real. A real cause. Like world hunger, or stopping abuse against children and/or women? Or...cancer or something that people might actually give a second look at without wanting to laugh their asses off."

[Sidra Cotton]

There was obviously no need to tell the other how superior Vampires were to mortals. She wouldn’t have brought it up if she didn’t already know. Or suspect. Sometimes her life was just so wonderfully easy. Though that someone had gotten so far into high school and didn’t know the word ‘mundane’ (never mind that it wasn’t a commonly used word outside of Ren Faire’s or people with freak vocabularies) was beyond the gothic wonder.

Grudgingly she admitted that the other girl was intelligent. Smart enough, anyway, to point out that vampires were also a threat against those like her. But that was okay if Vampires were the threat, obviously. So long as werewolves weren’t around to deplete the blood supply by tainting it with their bite. It wasn’t poisonous to vampires, just tasted like shite.

“A ‘real’ cause?” Si repeated with a smirk. “Such things won’t be necessary much longer.” Excellent, play! “When vampire’s rule, and we will rule, there won’t be hunger, or abuse of women, children, or men. OH, but you forgot about the men didn’t you. Everyone 1 in 33 men will be sexually assaulted at some point during their lifetime. The number isn’t accurate though. Men tend not to report such things because they’re supposed to be “MEN” about it.” God love random facts.

One little known fact about Sidra was that most nights, locked in her room, she was volunteering for RAINN’s online helpline having started not long after a friend from Georgia had been assaulted. She did focus on the things that mattered, but everyone had to have a fantasy. Something to get them away from such things, and when someone was dealing with the horrors of sexual assault, they certainly needed an escape.

[Jemima Norwoods]

"Is that so? Cause everyone's going to be dead? Or among the living dead? So, there for it won't matter about the starving. Cause well no one's going to be eating anyway?" she rolled her eyes. "Let's make the whole world all the same? Getting rid of those who are 'different'? Seems like that's been tried a few times and it never ended very well. Frankly, if werewolves do exist, then I say let them be. We all have a right to life. None of us are god or any other deity you may believe in. We don't have the right to say who gets to live and die. Someday there be someone out there whose going to decide we're the inferiors ones and therefor have no reason to live."

"oh well forgive me for not naming every single cause there is. yes, of course the battered men of the world as well." Was there a full moon last night that she had missed. Did people say they caused Pele to act strangely and bring out all the weirdos.

"Before I go passing judgment on any group of people. I would like to see some reliable statics and facts on the danger they may or may not cause to society. Rather than relying on the word of one individual who seems to be holding a grudge. Perhaps the werewolves wouldn't let you play in their werewolf games?"

[Sidra Cotton]

Ooh she liked this girl. She had spunk and wasn’t letting the look or the fangs scare her. People like this chick were exactly the sort of people Sidra could respect. Not that she’d ever admit as much out loud.

“Forgiven,” she quipped instead with a toothy grin. People couldn’t really be expected to think about everything, they were limited, after all, by their humanity. Perhaps she’d been expecting too much for someone not of the genre to understand what it was about werewolves and vampires. Or maybe she read people like that Kenyon woman. Or Mary Janice Davidson. Or… God forbid, enjoyed Twilight.

“No. Not everyone would be dead. And if everyone were vampiric, we’d all die of starvation. Not an option. You’d be taken care of, fed, clothed, housed. Personally, I don’t want a malnourished, downtrodden meal. A healthy human tastes so much better.” Damn but this was fun. Si wondered what it would take to squick the other girl out. To make her skin crawl. Or to simply push her over the edge from debate to out right argument. Getting someone elses blood up, making them think, was something Si loved to do.

It didn’t occur to her that maybe that was what the other girl was trying to get HER to do. Open her mind and think. She did, however, ignore the obvious taunt, being above that sort of behavior herself. At the moment.

[Jemima Norwoods]

Jemima didn't really see any reason to be afraid of or intimidated by this girl. She might find her 'weird' but everyone was untitled to their own thing. To some people Jemima herself might be the odd one. So, if the girl was 'happy' with this whole persona she had going on, then more power to her.

She was forgiven? Well, now she could go now with the rest of her day with the peace of mind that this girl had forgiven her. After all, she had been so worried that she was doomed to go through the remainder of her day with that kind of guilt. Not really. She wouldn't have given it a second thought really the rest of the day.

"Oh, well isn't that a comforting thought." she rolled her eyes slightly. "To know we're going to be taken care of so well.

Jemima wasn't typically one to enjoy the debate. Or to antagonize another person. Everyone was untitled their own views and opinion. Granted sometimes she would like to slap some sense into people who had ideas that were truly off the wall. But then again, they lived in a free country where everyone was supposedly given the right to believe what they wanted.

[Sidra Cotton]

“Isn’t it though. Under a Werewolf run world your kind would be endangered. They have no reason to keep you around, after all.” It was sound logic, for a fantasy world, but sound. As far as the wanna-be-vampire was concerned she was gaining ground with the mundane before her. Sarcasm was lost, for the moment, on Sidra, mostly because she was choosing to ignore it and spun everything Jem said to her own fantasy and what she wanted to hear. Kinda like most people did when they had that selective hearing thing going on.

The first bell buzzed through the school’s halls. A reminder to students that they had best get their feet in gear and to class, or suffer the consequences should they be caught loitering around somewhere else. Sidra, ignored it. She was far too entertained with the girl across from her.

“Of course, you could always be turned. You’ve got a sharp mind and you’re willing to ask questions. That’s always a welcome thing.” Besides, the more people she got to her side, the less people Hunter would have on his. “Think about it.” Conspiratorially Sidra leaned forward, “Besides, I know a great guy who can make an amazing set of fangs.” Great guy? Crap, she’d meant to say guy who could make a great set of fangs. Eh, her brother wasn’t around to hear her, so it was all good. Not that he’d pick up on it anyway.