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[Ainsley Cooper]

Ainsley lit up his cigarette and pulled deeply. He blew the smoke up and over his head and braced himself for a potential coughing fit. It didn't happen. "Well, dun that just take the cake." He muttered to himself, taking another haul.

The boy leaned back against the tree he was sitting under and looked around. He was bored. He wanted to do something, but he wasn't sure what. Setting small fires had lost it's appeal, he had already burnt all his old school work over the summer, and firecrackers just didn't seem loud or big enough to keep him occupied. He let out a small sigh and looked around again, half hoping that someone would materialize from behind a tree. No such luck.

"I ain't got a pot ta piss in or a winda ta throw it out of." He bemoaned to himself. He stood slowly and had to put out a hand against the tree when a wave of dizziness passed over him. The dizziness had been getting worse lately, but he preferred not to think about it. He started walking, hoping that either he'd find something interesting, or would bump into someone else.

[Constance Bumble]

It had been a hard decision for Constance. And as she began to step into the open, she was already happy with her choice. She'd chosen to bring her book with her, and now she wanted something to read. She was glad to have the choice, she was enjoying the fact that not everything was chosen for her now. Her dress today was red, fitted to her torso and flowing out at her hip; like many of her other dresses. Constance had opted for no tights today, and it was too hot for boots, so she was wearing simply flats.

She often missed the colder temperatures of England. It allowed her to use her abilities with more ease. But, she was forbidden from returning to her home, her parents feared it would bring back memories they didn’t want her to recall.

Fingers curled around the book and she pulled it open to the page she had left off, walking as her clear blue orbs moved across the page, taking in each word printed on the paper. Before long her feet led her into the forest; she twisted around trees as if she were looking ahead of her, yet her eyes were fixed on the pages, turning one when each sentence had been absorbed into memory.
Her shoes were beginning to get covered in dirt, toes of which starting to scuff on the occasional rock.
An arm appeared in her path, clearly belonging to a person, and she attempted to dodge the stranger, but it was too late and if they hadn't moved, she would have caught their shoulder, and even so, when she attempted to dodge the stranger, her other shoulder collided with a tree, sending her book flying from her grasp as she tumbled backwards onto the ground.
In seconds she was back on her feet, "Sorry. I'm so sorry." She told the stranger, who she now saw was a thin male she hadn't seen before. Her eyes flicked around the floor in search for her book, still muttering her apologies to the stranger.

[Ainsley Cooper]

He made his way slowly through the forest, after all, he wasn't really in a rush. He didn't have much else to be today seeing as it was a Saturday. He could be doing homework, but well, he didn't really see the point. Not today. He'd half ass it tomorrow, at about three hours prior to class.

Ainsley tilted his head up to regard the treetops, and got so lost in his thoughts, that he didn't even see the girl coming. Like, why was everything more beautiful now that he knew he didn't have much longer to enjoy it? How come he had never really appreciated his life? Now he had to work overtime to cram in all the things he wanted to do. He had a list. It was a long list. Then she hit him. There wasn't much to him, as tall as he was and he staggered, tripping and falling backward as fell.

"Aw, dun worreh about it, evereh dog should 'ave a few fleas." He said, brushing himself off and standing. He reached down and grabbed her book. "You sure caught me with mah pants down, dinnicha?" He laughed, it was airy, not quite there.

"Oh how rude of meh." The boy extended his pale, long hand to her. "I'm Ainsley Cooper." He told her. "Sorry mah hands are colder than witches tits in a brass bra." He chuckled at this, mostly to himself. "I should'a been watchin' where I was going, sorry bout that, are you alright?"

[Constance Bumble]

Bright eyes moved up to the stranger when he spoke to her, giving a nervous smile. The small female rubbed the back of her neck nervously as she noticed him picking up her book, the relief in her eyes was clear. She would have hated to lose it, the book was a favourite of hers, and a first edition. It would be a shame to lose the book in the forest.

A small smile graced her features again as he spoke, she was glad that he wasn't angry. People before him had become extremely angry when she bumped into them. She used the heel of one of her right shoe to scratch the ankle of her left foot before she brushed the back of her, removing the majority of the dirt on her red dress. She gave a light chuckle as he laughed, "I'm really, terribly sorry." She replied, an apologetic expression shifting her face.

Constance raked dainty fingers through brunette curls nervously, using her other small hand to take his own as he introduced himself. "It's lovely to meet you." She told him gently, her smile becoming more genuine. "I'm Constance Bumble." Ainsley seemed nice enough, she decided to herself. Though, the metaphors he used seemed a little odd, but they were interesting. "It's fine. I prefer the cold to the heat anyway..." She commented
"No, no. It's my fault... I need to pay more attention to my surroundings." Constance muttered to Ainsley, maybe it would have been a better idea to leave the book in her dorm. Her eyes widened again as he asked if she was alright, but they quickly returned to their normal size and she gave him a thankful smile. "Yes, thank you. It wouldn't be the first time I've walked into a tree." She explained, "What about you? Are you alright?"

[Ainsley Cooper]

"Realleh?" He muttered, "I can't stand the cold! I'm from da south." Ainsley said proudly. "I ain't good in the cold, in fact!" He said sharply, Ainsley was unfortunately a talker. He could probably talk to the hind legs of a donkey. "I had never seen snow before coming here! Ain't that a hoot!" Ainsley chuckled to himself and it cut off into a weak cough. He raised a hand to cover his mouth and attempted, discretely to wipe his hands off on his pants.

"And again, you ain't got nothin' ta be sorry about, I ain't hurt... Well maybe a little..." He gingerly touched his elbow when she asked if he was alright, a small smile playing around his lips. "Maybe ya ought ta kiss it better?" He gave her a puppy-eyed look and held out his arm.

"Naw, I'm just joshin' ya. I'm fine!"

"So, where are you from?" He asked, leaning back against a tree. He pulled out a smoke from a battered pack and lit up, drawing in the smoke as deeply as he could an blew the smoke out slowly. "Ya dun mind, do ya?" He asked, indicating the smoke. "I won't smoke around ya if it bothers ya."

[Constance Bumble]

Constance folded her arms behind her back, holding herself with simple politeness as she listened to Ainsley talk. A pleasant smile graced her lips, she'd never been to the south. Or anywhere in America apart from Stone Brook and her home. It was nice hearing of other places, even if it was a passing remark. She always found herself remembering that the world was bigger than she ever thought.
Her genuine smile stayed spread across her face while the male spoke, the smile becoming a grin as the mention of the snow, giving a gentle, melodically laugh. "I love the snow." She commented gently, voice close to a whisper, a far away look flashing across her eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it had arrived. The blue orbs widened at his cough, head tilting to the side very slightly, wondering if he was okay.

Her head tilted the other way to take a better look at his elbow, but the motion only cause the chestnut curls to tumble over her face. She quickly lifted her hand to remove the locks when she heard his words, eyes became large in shock, her hand holding her hair out of her face, expression verging on berwilderment. Constance appeared to be frozen in shock until he announced he was joking, and she relaxed, showing a nervous smile as a small laugh slipped from her lips.

Constance held her hands behind her back, returning to the simple position she'd held before. "Well, my parents only live about two or three hours away..." She told him, "But I was born and lived in England." Constance explained, unsure whether or not this was more information then he'd wanted.
Eyes flicked from him to the cigarette when he asked her a question. "I don't mind at all." She told him, giving a smile. "Go ahead." Constance was used to the smell. Her etiquette teacher seemed to think she was Cruella DeVil, slimline cigarette holder and all.
"What about you?" She inquired, "Whereabouts in the south are you from?"

[Ainsley Cooper]

"I can't stand the stuff! It's all cold and wet..." He mimed shivering, rubbing his arms. "It's.... I dunno, I dun like stuff all over the ground, makin' mah shoes wet..." He waggled a converse clad foot. "Converse dun do well in the rain or snow, where I'm from, there ain't usually much of either."

He laughed quietly, as he mostly always did these days, at the surprise on her face. Ainsley clapped his hands together with a sly smirk on his face. "Boy, I got ya good!" He slapped his knee, snickering to himself. He straightened, looking interested as she said where she was from. "England!" He exclaimed. "Realleh? That's realleh, realleh cool! Why'd you go all the way there fer?" He asked, leaning in ever so slightly, pulling a drag on his smoke and blowing the fumes up and over his head. The tips of his fingers were a slightly blue tinge and the rubbed his hands together, trying to get them to warm up.

"An' I guess you had ta come back here because of a stupid power, right?" He asked, frowning slightly. "I kinda wish I didnan have powers, I liked my life back home, me and ma were happy, y'know?" He half shrugged. "Me, I'm from Odessa Texas, right close to the New Mexico border. Grew up in a trailer park."

"I'm Ainsley Cooper, by the way, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He bowed ever so slightly to her. "So what kind of powers do ya got?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "It always surprises me how many different kinds there are 'round here."

[Constance Bumble]

A small giggle burst from her lips, looking down at his shoes with a smile. She was about to tell him about how she had shoes suited for colder weather, but realised she was wearing her flats, so left it be.

Constance rubbed the back of her neck nervously, "Yeah..." She gave an awkward chuckle, and a slightly forced smile.
"I think I would have rather stayed there..." The young English girl told him, the answer to a question he never asked.
She lifted her hands in front of her as he spoke of her powers. "You could say that." Constance nodded, her face shifting into a small frown. "But my powers are about as useful as a white crayon..."

A grin moved across her face, as if she were happy that he'd preferred his home to here. "That sounds nice." Folding her arms behind her back, to the position that seemed to be the one she liked to return to.

Constance seemed to automatically give a small curtsey as he bowed, giving him a wide smile. "Constance Bumble." She replied with her own name, though she was sure they'd introduced themselves already. It may have been her mind wondering again.
"I can manipulate air..." She muttered, staring at the floor, "Kind of..."
Her blue gaze moved back to him, "What are your powers?"

[[Sorry about this post. I don't have time to check it, but I wanted to post something.]]