Crickets and Kangaroos {Jemima}

[JOEY ROOKS]

Joey bopped her head against the wall of the side of Jamie's door. Either he was out like a light, or he wasn't home. She sighed, and wrapped her lips around the end of her cigarette, drawing in slowly, before letting it out from the corner of her mouth. She twisted, pressing her ear to the door, and listening in. She had been checking in with him, either showing up or texting him--since the attack.

He'd responded to her calls, but she hadn't seen him, and he wasn't answering his phone or opening the door. She had walked over from the High School--which she was still in unfortunately, over to the college to see Jamie. It was too hot to walk back home, so she had intended to hang out with Jamie or stay the night. Unfortunately, he was not opening the door.
She had her orange hair pulled up in a ponytail. At some point in her life, Joey was a natural ginger. It could be seen in the milky tone of her skin, and the way her roots were coming in an off-orange color. But she had dumped hairdye ontop of her hair to make yellow in the front, and make the rest a bright, orangey-orange. Said hair was a little more ruffled than usual, her koala hat rested ontop of her backpack, far too hot to wear it currently.

Her loose shirt was tied abode her pants, to the back, trying to keep her cool by revealing just below her belly button. Joey didn't do sexy, it just felt silly. So any skin-showing was purely for summer purposes. She pulled her knees up, and took another drag from her cigarette and sighed. Why did it have to be so hot in New York? It was kind of balmy too, different from Nevada's dry heat. Not to mention she was bored as hell, and didn't even have her skateboard with her today.

So alone she sat. Waiting for the boy who was comatose or not home, to answer the door she was once again lightly thudding her head against.

Tags: Hedgie / Jem / Olley / Joey
Outfit:Voila.

[JEMISSA CROCKET]

Maybe Jemima worried too much.

Since Jamie got out of the hospital, Jemima had called him, texted him, and visited him at least once every day. Mainly it was to make sure he was doing okay, but underneath that, she wanted to spend as much time with him as possible until he had to "go back" to whatever life he had lived before. Then who knows when she would get to see him?

But she wasn't going to let him go back. Today she was going to finally propose her idea to him. Just get out of the city, go somewhere else, away from the life he obviously didn't want to go back to. Normally she wouldn't promote running away from problems, but to her this was the only solution.

But anyways. This wasn't something she could just randomly text him while laying on her bed in her pajamas. So she had to get up and shower and whatnot. and wear something else.

Problem?

When Jemima did get worried, the thing/person she worried about usually took over her life and thoughts and she didn't focus on anything else. Including laundry.

Nothing was clean.

Seriously, her considerably small wardrobe was all stuffed in the overfilling laundry basket. Damn, she didn't want to wait until all this stuff was clean...

Suddenly, she remembered her shopping trip with Cleo and Sadie. Jemima still had one bag left that she hadn't really looked at.

Grabbing the bag, she pulled out the first shirt and shorts she could find. Unfortunately it was the "crop top" she had bought intending to put a tank top under it. Of course, all her tank tops were dirty.

So she would have to wear it on it's own with the jean shorts. It wasn't ideal, but she was just going to see Jamie, right? Oh, and the various other people on the way to the dorm...

Oh well. She had to go now, or she would talk herself out of it.

As soon as she left her dorm, she felt extremely and awkward. Her arms flew to her exposed stomach, looking down at the ground in front of her.

This was a stupid idea.

No, it wasn't.

Yes, it was.

She debated internally while still walking towards Jamie's dorm, stopping a few times when the opposing side was winning.

But it had to be done. It was the only way she could protect Jamie. Running away was the only answer.

As she approached the turn to the hallway his dorm was in, the opposing side of the internal argument was defeated.

Maybe she should have called to tell him she was coming?

No, she had come every day before. He was probably expecting her.

She was almost there. One more door and -

Jemima had not registered the cigarette smoke until she saw the red-head in front of her, sitting against Jamie's door. Her face was unfamiliar. Had she gotten lost? No, this was Jamie's dorm. She had been here enough to recognize that.

"Is Jamie not here?" she asked, slightly impatient. Well that was rude. She calmed down a little and sighed. "Sorry. I mean, hi. I'm Jemima. But you can call me whatever." Smooth.

[JOEY ROOKS]

Joey was somewhat startled by the random girl asking for Jamie. She glanced at the door behind her slowly, then glanced back up at her. She was really, really pretty. In that old movie star kind of way. Pretty, glossy hair. A unique face, one that wouldn’t be forgotten. “I dunno, actually.” Joey waved her phone at the dark haired girl, and offered her a lopsided smile. “He’s not picking up his phone, and no one’s answering the door.” Joey lowered her eyes, and lifted her cigarette to her mouth, while she lifted her phone to her ear again with her empty hand, putting her fingers up to Jemima. Fine, this girl was gonna be rude, Joey could be quite rude too. Though her rude was more like a boy’s, and less bitchy.

She sighed, and hung up, when she got the voicemail again, “Yeah, not picking up.” She sighed, and pushed to her feet, and smiled. “Whatever’s a cool name, it’s pretty casual. But your real name’s nice too, I don’t like my actual name much either. That’s why I go by Joey, but why ‘Whatever’? You coulda picked something a little less confusing, you know?” Joey began her usual rambling, completely misunderstanding what Jemima had said. She literally thought the other girl meant, ‘Call me Whatever’, as if it was her actual name. Joey stuffed her phone into her pocket, and held out her hand without the cigarette, “Joey, Joey Rooks at your service ma’am. See, I hate my name enough that I’m not even gonna tell you the real thing. Cause I don’t even like saying it.”

Joey wrinkled her nose, and glanced at the door she had been sitting against. “Jamie a friend of yours?” She slowed down, and glanced sideways at Whatever. She wondered how much this girl knew, how close she was to Jamie. If she knew Jamie was injured, or just dropped by. That’s when Joey took in her full appearance. Not only was she pretty, but she was…well. She had a nice body, and most guys would probably take that into account. And it made Joey uncomfortable, slightly. Joey, in her plaid shorts, and Charlie the Unicorn shirt. Joey, with the koala hat tucked into her back pocket. Joey, with a cigarette in her hands, looking like a high school student, trying to be cool by polluting the air. Which was only partially true. Joey was a high school student, but she was eighteen years old, and getting ready to transfer to Barrie after the school year.

But if that’s what girls at Barrie looked like…well.

Josephina Rooks better start asking Mackenzie for help.

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[JEMISSA CROCKET]

“I dunno, actually. He’s not picking up his phone, and no one’s answering the door.”

Damn! Of course. It was just her luck that this stroke of whatever it was came at a time when Jamie was nowhere to be found. Well, that was that. She may as well talk to this girl.

Now that she calmed down, she actually bothered to look at the girl. Wow, she was... adorable. Like, in a baby animal kind of way. And she had the brightest orange and yellow hair she had ever seen. Not that she had seen much orange and yellow hair around town, but still. With her animal hat and Charlie the Unicorn shirt, it made sense why she would know Jamie. He kind of had that little kid personality, too.

Jemima didn't even take into account that the girl had been kind of mean to her. She deserved it for being rude first. So much for first impressions.

“Yeah, not picking up.”

And there went the little hope Jemima had left. God, she hoped he was okay and just left his phone somewhere or forgot to charge it or something. B-but what if he did? What if he went somewhere and had no way to contact anyone? What if he had gotten hur-

“Whatever’s a cool name, it’s pretty casual. But your real name’s nice too, I don’t like my actual name much either. That’s why I go by Joey, but why ‘Whatever’? You coulda picked something a little less confusing, you know?”

Jemima glanced at Joey, puzzled. Oh, she misunderstood. How had she misunderstood? Oh well. If she was a friend of Jamie's, Jemima had to be patient and nice from now on. Which was pretty much how she was to everybody without reason, this was just one time. "Well, what I meant was... see, I have a lot of nicknames. Jem, Jemma, J..." she paused. "Well, the last two are kind of just for one particular person." Hopefully that made a little more sense, but she doubted it.

“Joey, Joey Rooks at your service ma’am. See, I hate my name enough that I’m not even gonna tell you the real thing. Cause I don’t even like saying it.”

Wow, this girl could talk.

“Jamie a friend of yours?”

"Yes." Oh, how she hated that question. She hated how it made her simplify her and Jamie to that one word - friends. In reality, they were so much more, at least to Jemima.