Livin' the dream... [o.p.e.n]

[ISOLDE SHANNON]

“I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things...
I play with leaves.
I skip down the street and run against the wind.”
[Outfit]

Nothing beat the feeling at the end of a shift like knowing you made a difference and did a job well done. Isolde was enjoying her current employment with the area's local hospital, not only was she learning alot she was having fun and helping people everyday. The hospital may have been small, but it was a place that practiced homeopathic methods as well as conventional ones. So she'd jumped at the chance to work there, a learning hospital like that was exceedingly rare. Isolde had taken forever to deside which department she was going to go into. But she figured with the [one again] rapidly growing troubles between Jumpers and Paladins that she'd do something that helped any injured Jumpers. So surgery, though she helped out in ortho, so she could do a variety of things from setting bones to sewing up wounds. So any and all Jumpers who'd heard of her or who she was friends with could come to her with injuries and she'd help out without any suspicion. As soon as she'd left the hospital earlier she'd jumped home to change before jumping several miles away to a valley.

Breezes blew coolly across the rolling hills that made up Ireland, rustling emerald green grass stood knee high and fluffly clouds floated overhead. Isolde lay sprawled out in the grass that stood high above her head, she loved coming out here to the dells in the afternoons, nothing was more enjoyable than feeling some soothing wind and listening to the sound of waves crashing against the cliffs only a mile or so down the way. And after a day of working in the clinic she always found it was exactly what she needed to soothe her often frayed nerves. She jumped with practiced ease to the place every afternoon, at about the same time. It was predictable, something she knew [mentally] that could be a bad thing and easily used against her if need be. Since it did make tracking her down fairly easy, never the less she found it to be a hard habit to break since she'd been coming her with her father since the time she was an small child. And habits were always difficult to break.

Growing bored, the dark haired girl bounced to her feet and let her feet carry her along the edges of the cliffs, feeling the waves pounding against the rocks below as well as hearing the waves. It was beautiful and Isolde grinned wildly at the sight of the frothy water below. When she was younger, she and her friends had come out to one of the cliffs around here and jumped from the cliffs into the waves below. It was always so exilirating to jump from them into the cool water below, it was actually how she'd discovered her ability to Jump, by acidentely slipping from the cliff near the rocky areas of the ocean and almost cracking her skull open on the rocks. It had been amazing the first time, the feel of moving like that and ending up somewhere else. After that she'd been hooked, and practiced constantly. Though now... now she was being more careful. Tugging her sleeves down to cover her hands, she moved to the edge of the cliffs carefully. Sitting on the edge of the cliff, she tilted her head back, hair tumbling around her face as she began to sing softly.

"A 'níon mhín ó, sin anall na fir shúirí
A mháithairin mhín ó, cuir na roithléan go dtí mé
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach
Dúlamán na farraige, b'fhearr a bhí in Éirinn
Tá ceann buí óir ar an dúlamán gaelach
Tá dhá chluais mhaol ar an dúlamán maorach
Bróga breaca dubha ar an dúlamán gaelach
Tá bearéad agus triús ar an dúlamán maorach
Góide a thug na tíre thú? arsa an dúlamán gaelach
Ag súirí le do níon, arsa an dúlamán maorach"

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[LUCAS CASELY !]

BE MY LIFE -- ;

Where the hell was Lucas? Lost? Lost. He was lost in the effing hills of Ireland. Hooray, congrats, woo. Thank you, Charlie, you bastard for sending me on this vague mission, Lucas found himself shouting mentally, teeth grinding together in silent annoyance. Uncertain blue eyes scanned the area, the tree, the extremely empty landscape. Great. Nothing around for miles except the soothing and comforting echo of crashing waves. Ears straining, Lucas paused mid-step to crouch and listen in a momentary lull of comfortable silence. Yeah, the wave crashing was peaceful and enjoyable compared to sounds he generally found - like annoying, crying babies or the constant honks of horns belonging to impatient jerk-offs.

It was about then, crouched, listening to the water, that Lucas picked up on a soft voice. Incredibly soft, to be honest. He stood, straining his ears once more, half certain that he had imagined the sound amidst all the rushing water until he heard it again. Melodic, rhythmic... singing? It was almost as soothing as the water and, despite not knowing who or what was making the sound, Lucas found himself moving towards it through the trees. Lucas visibly jumped at coming upon a girl on the edge of the cliffs - that explained the water he'd been hearing - and he paused once more to study her in silence. Mmkay, so Charlie had sent him out here to the middle of nowhere to either... get himself lost or what? Listen to this girl sing? Doubtful. Charlie might have been intelligent, perish the thought, but he wouldn't know of some random girl singing nor send Lucas on a frivolous mission to listen to her.

... nah, Charlie was probably just being a huge ass jerk and trying to get Lucas to go off to the middle of nowhere and stay there. Well, wouldn't the precious Paladin leader be surprised when Lucas just never turned back up and created his own group of people looking to destroy the Jumpers. Mhm, take that.

"Hey," he finally voiced, tilting his head carefully, studying her and, erm, hoping he didn't startle her and cause her to fall. There was probably no chance he'd be able to move fast enough to save her and they'd both end up going over and dying. Though, dying for a pretty girl was a small price to pay, surely. Heh. "Are you contemplating suicide or something? Because I highly advise against it - not many people exactly survive that stuff." His heavy accept was possibly hard for her to understand, but... well, he'd try. It wasn't like he cared if she wanted to talk. Hell, she'd probably panic and think he was some scary rapist hiding out in the middle of the hills... Well, damnit. Way to think of that minutes too late, Lucas, he scolding himself silently.

ooc hope you don't mind lucas joining. x3

[ISOLDE SHANNON]

“I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things...
I play with leaves.
I skip down the street and run against the wind.”
[Outfit]

Rachaimid chun Niúir leis an dúlamán gaelach
Ceannóimid bróga daora ar an dúlamán maorach
Ó chuir mé scéala chuici, go gceannóinn cíor dí
'Sé'n scéal a chuir sí chugam, go raibh a ceann cíortha
Cha bhfaigheann tú mo 'níon, arsa an dúlamán gaelach
Bheul, fuadóidh mé liom í, arsa an dúlamán maorach
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach
Dúlamán na farraige, b'fhearr a bhí, b'fhearr a bhí
Dúlamán na binne buí, dúlamán Gaelach
Dúlamán na farraige, b'fhearr a bhí, b'fhearr a bhí
B'fhearr a bhí in Éirinn.

Isolde loved to hear her voice float over the dells and the cliffs as she sang, something about it was just magickal. It would drift with the breezes and create a unique sound, not that the fact she sang in her native tongue made it even more elegant. Personally though, she loved the particular song, a tale of a gentleman courting a young lass, telling how he wins her over to the cliffs and the seaweed of Ireland. It was romantic, her parents must have known the type of person she'd turn out to be someday, Isolde couldn't help but think that. She'd been named after an Irish princess who'd lost her mother of a broken heart at a young age, and fell in love with a man who was her father's enemy. A girl who wanted nothing more than to be loved, and a healer at that, a tragic and romantic tale. Isolde had always enjoyed the tale, and related to the girl who'd followed her heart through thick and thin.

She tilted her head back, laying across the grass, legs still hanging over the edge of the cliff as she sang softly. Isolde watched the clouds floating by with childish fascination, clouds watching was one of her favorite hobbies, it was relaxing. Her eyes fluttered shut as she continued her song, only pausing momentarily as she heard something that sounded like footsteps. But it couldn't be, she was far out, in an area tourists weren't interested in and locals weren't exactly local, it was miles from the nearest town, with only one main road passing through it, still several miles off from where she was. So the chances of accidentally running into someone out here... slim to none, slim because one had to take into account if a person came out looking for them.

Then a male voice startled her out of her peaceful state of mind and the words died on her lips, as she bolted into an upright position and turned around to face who ever it was who'd spoken and startled her so. "Íosa! Sibhse eagla mé! Cé hé seo?" She spoke rapidly in Gaelic, her soft brown eyes widened slightly in fright. Taking a breath, she finally realized he'd spoken in English and not her native tongue. She spoke many languages and rather fluently, so pausing a moment, she thought out her words carefully. "You ought be more careful, stranger, or you might have caused me to fall. And fear not, I have no interest in death, I'm a healer, so.. I don't think you'd have to worry." Her English wasn't bad, no anywhere near perfect, but not terrible though her words were spoken with her heavy Irish accent, making some words a touch confusing. "Cé-- Who are you anyway? Not many persons make it out this far into the wilderness of Ireland."

[[O.O.C:: No problem at all!! I'm phyched!! =3]]

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[LUCAS CASELY !]

BE MY LIFE -- ;

As predicted, the girl jumped and turned to face him, rather startled. Whoops. Perhaps Lucas just had that startling effect on people? No? One could dream. He tried for a smile only for it to falter slightly around the edges and he gave her a contemplative look before lifting both eyebrows and shoving his large hands into his pockets as she spoke, rapidly, in a foreign tongue. Er, come again? The Russian male's upper lip curled a bit, a half-grin, half-grimace, as he tried to wrap his mind around the unfamiliar tinkling of her words. Well, he was in Ireland, so 'course he'd run into loads of people who didn't exactly speak the same language as him. Seeing as Lucas had lived in England most his life after properly learning to speak he knew English fairly well and, though it was somewhat disheartening, his Russian accent was slowly fading.

Finally nodding as she corrected herself, offering cautionary words to him, and he returned with a meager and uncommitted shrug. She was a healer? And she'd called him 'stranger'. Well, as curious as that was, it was true, so he let it slide by without comment. Instead an almost taunting smile finally curved onto his face and he laughed lightly, "I'm lost, nice to meet you," he greeted just as lightly, amusement in his eyes as he tilted his head back to welcome the sun momentarily on his face. "You can call me--" He hesitated for a beat, measuring whether to offer 'Jazz' or 'Lucas' as his name. Eh, what did it matter? What were the chances she was, or had any affiliation, with those bastard Jumpers? Exactly. "--Lucas."

"I'm not out here willingly, to be honest," he continued, none too certain why he was still talking to her or why he was even offering any justification to why he was there. "I was.. walking, clearly turned the wrong way, and found you-- or, well, I heard you, but that's no important difference, really." Blue eyes studied the girl. "Why're you out here? Surely you're not by yourself? Some... big... bear could come and eat you." Were the bears in Ireland? Lucas would probably find out, judging by whatever response he got out of her. She'd probably laugh at him, what with his horrible luck. Not that he was looking to have some sort of luck, or ANY sort of luck for that matter, with this girl. This random, singing girl in the middle of nowhere near the cliff's edge.

Inclining his head toward the cliff in question, he squinted some, "How far down?"

[ISOLDE SHANNON]

“I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things...
I play with leaves.
I skip down the street and run against the wind.”
[Outfit]

Isolde stared at the man as she relaxed again, her tense muscles relaxing slowly, as she gradually relaxed her guard as well. The look he'd given her before she'd switched to English was confusion and something like... astonishment perhaps? So it was rather obvious that he did not in fact speak Gaelic, which clearly ruled him out as a local out on one hell of a walk. He made interesting faces as he reacted to situations Izzie mused, stifling a giggle. It was always interesting to meet people who'd never heard the whispery ethereal sound of a person speaking Gaelic, they always had the most interesting reactions. Though the fact that he was clearly not from around here aroused her suspicions. She kept her guard up slightly, watching him, a rather curious light sparkling in her eyes, as she moved to stand on her feet still gazing at the taller man.

The new smile that curved over his lips caused her to suddenly feel lightly as if he was mocking her, teasing her, though she might have been reading him wrong. It frequently happened to her and as of late she'd been slightly paranoid of anyone who she didn't know. Lost? How did one get lost over twenty miles away from the nearest town? That seemed... odd for lack of a better word. Then he introduced himself by his name, and she bit her lip. Lucius? Not exactly a common name, though one she'd felt she'd heard. Mentally shrugging it off, she smiled brightly,"Well, it is a pleasure to meet you Lucias. I am Isolde." She paused, tilting her head slightly to the side watching him again, "Your name means Light. An interesting choice for a name by your parents, it's nice."

Then he continued on to an explanation of why he was out here and Izzie bit her lip processing it. It still seemed strange he was so far out and she hadn't heard any cars while she'd been here. Then he asked her why she was out here, and she turned pink, flustered at being put on the spot as her mind gave her a reasonable answer to use, "I work at a... the hospital over in Kilikee and every day when I get off my shift at work I come out here to unwind, its nice to be so in touch with nature after being knee deep in blood and sickness and injuries all day long. And of course I'm by myself, other people usually just complain if they come with me. Seems a person can't be away from electronics for more than a few seconds now a days." Bears? Really? In Ireland? Isolde couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips, before she hid it and spoke again,"I think I'm fine unless a bear has broken out from the Zoo in Dublin and come out here. Though we have Badger's, nasty little beasts. Those are actually considered to be Irelands bears, so maybe, if I go bother one, but I think I won't..." She trailed off before turning pink again, she'd been rambling, she was good at that. Especially when she was nervous, "Ah, sorry about that... I tend to ramble, sometimes its good for someone to tell me to shut up."

"How far down? Couple hundred feet or so, careful you don't fall, cause if the fall doesn't kill you, the rocks below will when the waves smash you against them," Isolde warned him, her tone grave, though her eyes sparkled and her lips were quirked upwards in a mischievous smile.

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[LUCAS CASELY !]

BE MY LIFE -- ;

Wait, what had she just called him? 'Lucius'? The smile on his face transformed into a flat out grin as he tried to refrain from laughing. "It's a shame to say, but my parents really aren't that interesting when it comes to names... Though I suppose Lucas is close enough to Lucius for it to be mistaken - I'll take the compliment, though, even if I didn't technically deserve it." His eyes danced with amusement as she studied her silently, before licking over his lips once, and then laughing gently. "Lucius... That's new." At least she had a lovely name - Isolde. He liked it. "Your name's much more interesting than mine, as far as I'm concerned."

And then it happened - she just started spilling information about herself. Lucas, who was generally an amicable person (if you weren't taking into consideration his job of killing off Jumpes, of course) didn't even offer much information about himself. He preferred to be mysterious... or something. Well, perhaps not mysterious, but being a tad bit enigmatic was always enjoyable. Not for Isolde, apparently. "The hospital?" That was... interesting. "So what do you do? Help mental people, or sick people?" Leave it to Lucas to not assume something about anything. Though she inadvertantly answered his question - 'knee deep in blood and sickness' more than likely didn't apply to 'mental hospital'.

"You like being alone?" He asked in response to her explanation of why she was out here all by her lonesome. The electronics thing didn't phase him, though, as he had never really been interested in video games. Television was another story, but he hadn't had one growing up in Russia, so it wasn't as if he was attached to it or anything. "Can't say I'd rather be watching television than spending time out here, but then I also can't say I'd rather spend time out here than... say, eat food, since I don't exactly know this place very well." Yeah, flying to Ireland and not having any set location to do his 'job' was clearly a bad idea. Charlie was so going to pay for this, even if Lucas was enjoying having found Isolde.

Haha, the bear comment got her. The boy grinned for her laugh, pleased with himself for getting one out of the girl he barely knew, and he crossed his arms over his chest. "You can never be too sure - best not to assume things..." he trailed off and then glanced around for a second, eyes somewhat wide, as if he'd heard something. "Did you hear that?" He echoed to her, turning his faux-frightful gaze on the girl. "... sounded big. Like a bear. Oh, Isolde!" His accent thickened with his sarcasm as he laughed aloud, a deep laugh, grinning once more. "Badgers?" What in the-- "I'm sure they're absolutely terrifying." Pfft.

When she apologized for rambling, he simply shrugged. If she wanted to be stupid brave and spill her life story to him, so be it. Sure, he wasn't exactly the most trustworthy guy AND they didn't know a damn thing about each other than meant anything, but unless he had a reason to use the information against her she was fine. Besides, Jumpers weren't... like her. Whatever that meant in his head. He wasn't exactly thinking straight, after all, and he was blaming the Ireland air for it. "Do you want me to tell you to 'shut up', then?" Blue eyes sparkled for a moment before he wandered closer to her to glance over the cliff's edge as she spoke. A couple hundred feet, eh? "So... jumping wouldn't be wise, even for fun?" He unintentionally emphasized 'jumping', glancing at her for a split second to see her grinning at him. "Or would I be okay if I dove in intentionally." Not that he was going to.

[ISOLDE SHANNON]

“I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things...
I play with leaves.
I skip down the street and run against the wind.”
[Outfit]

Isolde tiled her head, a look of confusion flittering across her features as her brow furrowed softly. He was giving her a look that practically screamed he was amused. "Oh? Sorry, my English is not exactly perfect. Lucas? Oh that's a fascinating name as well, 'man from Lucania'. Lucania was an ancient district in Italy, though you do not appear to be Italian." She smiled brightly at the man, many of her Jumper friends called her naive and too trusting, but she could not help her nature and got along well with most people. "Sorry again. Oh?" Isolde's cheeks turned a light pink at the complement and her eyes flickered to the sky to cover her embarrassment, "Thank you, though you have a fine name as well."

She smiled at the incredulous look he gave and she spoke about herself, she was a very open person. Besides if trouble brewed, Isolde could protect herself, she was a slim girl but lithe and toned from years of practicing gymnastics and martial arts as well as dance. So she wasn't exactly the innocent, helpless girl so many saw her as. "Sick people, I love my job there helping people. It helps to be able to keep their pain away,"

Isolde had always been that kind of person [and she wondered why everyone called her naive and too trusting], if someone was hurt, she'd help them no matter what. That had backfired on her, when a paladin in the past had attacked her and her family, succeeding in killing her mother . Isolde had never let go of that feeling of guilt, she'd helped the man and he'd killed her family. Still... mentally shrugging it off she kept smiling. She was bright and cheerful, though sometimes it was nothing more than a mask she hid her pain behind. Isolde loved being a doctor but sometimes seeing death all day long had its effects on her, so she came out here. "Sometimes, but I spend a lot of time alone, so it's nice to be around people." She smiled as she listened to the man speak, new people in Ireland didn't often appreciate the rolling hills and cliffs and the sea, but it was something special. "Really? Ireland is a wondrous place, full of mystery and lore," Isolde gave him another mischievous look as well as a soft giggle, "Magick lies here, the fae folk roam here freely and if your not careful something might happen to you. You have to know the places to go and the charms to protect ones self from the Seelie and Unseelie courts." She'd always believed in the Fae Folk, the faeries that roamed in Ireland, they were good and evil, but all were mischievous and things that happened in Ireland were often blamed on her.

"Oh a bear? You poor boy, I'll protect you from the big bad bear, don't worry," Isolde's eyes gleamed with laughter, he was playing with her, and she could play the game too. "Hey, don't kid around, Badgers are frightful little creatures." And they were, nasty and mean too, they often held bacteria and rabies, and they were fierce. Badgers would fight tooth and nail to protect their sets, and they had sharp teeth. There were always idiots in the hospital who came in with Badger bites and scrapes, they always had to get shots and get tested too, but they learned what Lucas did not yet know. Badgers were not to be messed with and they were not fun at all.

Isolde smiled cheerfully at the guy, "well if you think I'm rambling too much then you can tell me to shut up, it won't bother me." She twirled around, hands clasping together behind her back as she leaned forward a bit, glancing down at the water below. He was nice enough, but she was sure he'd tell her to shut up if need be. Isolde had decided she liked Lucas, he seemed trust worthy enough [even if her judgment had a tendency to be wrong], and he was friendly. He approached the edge of the cliff and peered over before speaking again. This time she had to fight to remain relaxed, though her hands, which were still clasped behind her back, tightened their grip on each other, nails sinking into her skin as a foreboding feeling filled her stomach. She paled a degree and her smile faltered lightly before it returned just as cheerful and bright as before, but this time it was plastic, though almost no one could tell the difference. "I wouldn't recommend jumping from here... could be dangerous for ones health, and diving in would be simply suicidal. Can't save a person who's body is shattered beyond repair you know." Her eyes were a touch darker, suspicion lingering still at his choice of words.

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