In Search Of A 'Happy Place';; Jethro

[Chess Rossi]

Outfit

Francesca wandered down the school corridor with a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had been walking in large circles for what seemed to be hours, although obsessive checks to her mobile phone assured her it had in fact on been just over half an hour. No matter how long it had actually been, it was still scary to be lost in a completely new place. She walked down yet another small staircase, and came to a sign on the wall. It informed any student who read it that the library and canteen where nearby. The library always seemed to be a safe place in any building, so Chess was sure once she got there, she could find a map or something to help her out.

Chess shifted the weight of her bag and guitar on her shoulder and began her walk in the direction of the library, and in no time at all she spotted a doorway with a poster advertising a writing competition on it. As she neared, there was a small sign saying 'Library' in a nice script. Not being an idiot, Chess pushed open the door and walked into the large room. The library was fairly empty, which made it a little less daunting of a place. She walked over to what appeared to be a map of the bookshelves. After finding a section that took her attention, Chess headed over to the physics section and searched the books for any about space and all that.

Looking at the shelves was kind of overwhelming to Chess. She was used to small bookshelves bunged in the back of a community center. Hooray for small communitys. Eventually, Chess found a book that took her fancy. She lifted the book down and then went over to an area of soft seating. After slinging her bag down on the floor and gently resting her guitar against the chair beside her, she sat down and put her lifted her legs up, resting the tip of her feet on the edge of the table in front of her. Now she had a knee desk in front of her, Chess opened the book and set it down, flicking to a page about the Northern Lights.

Chess lifted her bag for a brief second, to retrieve her MP3 player, before setting it back down again. In her haste to find a book and seat, Chess didn't even realise that of the few in the library, there was already someone sitting at the soft seats. She glanced up for a brief second though and noticed him through her fringe. Her eyes quickly flicked back down again to the book, as she briefly hoped that he somehow hadn't noticed her. Then Chess realised he would have to be completely blind not to see a teenage girl sit down across a table from him. She started to get a little nervous for some reason, he was the first person she had came wthin a close proximity with at the school. As she looked down at her book again a small piece of page made a little explosion and little puffs of smoke rose from it. 'Way to be subtle, Chess...' She thought angrily to herself.

[Jethro Foster]

Jet had wondered into the library and straight over to the music section. The only section he was ever interested in when he came in here. Scanning the shelves quickly he found the correct book with compositions in it and grabbed it before going over to the soft seats area and flung himself down. He quickly took out a pencil, rubber and his composition book and went to page thirty-nine in the book and quickly started to read and write down music. His passion. He knew what he was going to do when he left shcool at the end of the year. He quickly scribbled a few notes on the side of the composition book. He hated homework but he had to do it if he wanted to pass this year.
After a while he checked the time and realized he'd been in the Library for an hour and half if a bit longer. He sighed and was just about to go when he heard a small explosion and then smelt smoke. He looked up to see a girl siiting on the seat opposite him.
I must've really been absorbed if I didn't even hear or see her. Huh. his eyebrows rose as he thought about it and put his stuff away. He was going to go when he thought better.
Instead he turned around and introduced himself.
"Jet. You new here?" straight forwarded. Well he never usually did introductions. 'Sides, he was anti-social. It was his specialty. It fitted with most of his powers. Invisibility and probably his earth powers. He was silent. He was a Spy. He gave her an awkward smile and held out his hand.
I assume this is how you introduce yourself...

[Chess Rossi]

Chess looked up at the boy sitting across with her with wide eyes, like that of a deer caught in head lights. Not as drastic though, for she was pretty sure she didn't face a sure death. Unless this guy was a killer, then she was screwed. Hesitantly, she put her legs down and reached her hand over to shake his. "Hei Jet, mitt navn er Chess," she rushed out, not even bothering to think what language she was talking in. Norwegian had been the language she had spoke without thought for so long that now it was just still in there. She blushed lightly and then spoke again in English. "Uh, sorry... Hi Jet! My name's Chess," she repeated in English, before giving his hand one last shake and pulling her own back.
There was a silence between the pair now, and Chess wasn't sure exactly how he was feeling, but she had an odd feeling of awkwardness in the air. She rested back in her seat and picked at the edge of her skirt a little, just for something to take her attention. She then realised she was being terribly rude and so looked at the book Jet had taken from the shelves to see if it could inspire a conversation between the pair. "En musikk-bok... A music book, huh? What instrument do you play?" Chess inquired, hoping he would respond with an instrument she was somewhat interested in so the conversation wouldn't just die in the air.

[Jethro Foster]

Jet stared at her.
Yeh what now?
"Cool name. It's more of a composition guide..I play the guitar and piano. But mostly the guitar. Been playing it since I can remember. The only interest I really have in life..apart from my girlfriend that is." he gave her a lopsided smile and half shrugged, "Do you play any intruments?"
If she did, Jet would like this girl. Not that he wouldn't if she didn't but it'd mean he could actually talk to someone other than Ryan about music. Ryan was great but...
"I have my own guitar..it's a dark green and I called it Elliot." ok now he was pretty sure he'd probably just killed the conversation. Who in their right mind would name a fraking instrument?
He sat back and fiddled with his pencil before quickly opening his composition book a scribbling another two bars of music down while waiting for the girl...Chess to reply.

[Chess Rossi]

Chess felt a little nervous again at the stare Jet was given her, but opted for ignoring it and instead smirked and said, "It's only cool in that form. Francesca doesn't have the same awesome factor." She had pretty much no idea what she said that, and before the words came tumbling out, it seemed like a good idea. Now though, it was one of those cringe worthy things.
She was about to respond to his question about instrument playing when she paused to let him get in his little extra bit about his guitar. She thought it was pretty adorable that his guitar was called Elliot. "Yeah, I play guitar too, and sing. I can play a little bit of violin too, my pop-pop made me learn it. I have a guitar too, well, obviously..." She responded pointing her thumb to the guitar bag by her side. "He's a red Fender Telecaster called DeSimone."
Chess pulled up on of her legs underneath the other so she was in a comfier sitting position. After sitting in her new position, she set the physics book still on her lap onto the table in front of her. As she did so, she was given a sort of sped up montage vision of people coming and going from the library, but brushed it off so as to not come across as odd to her new... Friend?

[Jethro Foster]

Jet's eyes travelled to the black guitar bag that had gone un-noticed by him until she had pointed at it. He was now beginning to feel the abscence of his own.
"May I see it?" he asked politely.
He liked to compare guitars. Everytime he was up at the music department and somebody had a guitar he studied them and compared them to his own. Some were better for the eye to look at than his but his was classic and quite old. His could be the grandfather of many of theirs.
Also now that he thought about it he wanted to play his acoustic which was with Ryan.
The jammy git.

[Chess Rossi]

Francesca hesitated for a moment when Jet asked to see her guitar. It was her baby, she was wary about who she let touch it. It was like the hesitation a parent feels before they leave their child for the even with a new babysitter. The momentary panic of is the sitter a child molester? She usually got a panic of, is the sitter a manic guitar smasher?
She then decided that since he too had a guitar, DeSimone would probably be safe enough in his hands. She hoped. "Yeah, sure," Chess smiled brightly, unzipping her soft, tour bag. Carefully, she slid the red Fender out of its travel home and held it out for Jet to take.

[Jethro Foster]

Jet carefully took her guitar out of her hands.
"It's a beaut'. How long have you had it for?" he asked as his fingers ran over the strings before he started to play the first few chords of Pain it Black. It sounded weird at first as he was so used to playing his acoustic. He really should play Elliot more often but he was preferring acoustics at the minute.
Jet stopped the strings gently and smiled at Chess before handing it back to her. He felt like going upstairs to get his but decided against it. He left it upstairs for a reason and going to get it would be stupid.
I wonder what Tamika's doing.

[Chess Rossi]

Chess smiled and gave a quiet 'thanks' before she pursed her lips for a moment as she thought about how long she had her guitar. "I got him from my uncle when I moved to Norway..." She mumbled to herself, a little quirk she had when she was trying to think of something specific. "So I guess about six or seven years," Chess finally decided on, saying the sentence in a louder voice. She thought again for a few seconds more, trying to validate her thoughts. "Yeah," she started again, this time half mumbling, half talking. "I had another guitar before that back in Italy. It was this really beat up blue Bartollini guitar my grandpa gave me. It was so amazing though. Y'know when you have an instrument so much old than you and you think it's the coolest thing in the world?" Chess smiled softly to herself as she remembered the guitar. she had wanted to take it with her to Norway, but her uncle had taken it after her initial flight to Norway before she returned for all her other things. "How long have you had Elliot?" She returned politely, even though asking a question back was probably the worst way to have continue a full conversation.

[Jethro Foster]

Jet smiled.
"How long have you had Elliot?" Chess returned his question.
"About eight years or so. My best mate's mum bought it for me. I had been staring at it everytime we walked by the shop and finally when my birthday came I ripped open the biggest present and there it was. Sue-Anne is really my mother. Actually, his parents are mine, they were more my parents than my biological one's ever were or will be," he finished with a sad smile, "I haven't stopped playing with him since,"

[Chess Rossi]

Francesca smiled as she listened to Jet's story of his guitar. It was one of those sad stories that are usually found in those little books meant to inspire people. It made her appreciative of what she had. Sure, her grandparents were dead, but at least they cared enough to buy her DeSimone. Of course, she was blocking from memory her drunk of a mother and lack of father during her childhood, but that was off the point. "That's awesome, man," she smiled. "Where you from, anyway?" Chess asked, deciding the question would fit in with the topic of homelife.

[Jethro Foster]

Awesome? If she said so, he guessed.
"I come from Fairfield Connecticut. It's a nice enough area. They have big houses and estates and the likes. And a lot of music shops and stores. T'is very exciting stuff if you ask me or any other musician," he smiled widely and chuckled to himself, "Though in saying that, don't nark off about the smell of some of them. The owners don't take to kindly to it, believe me, I know from experience."
He hoked out some of his notes again and finished of the composition. He looked through it and didn't know if he liked the sound of it very much. He wished he could play here, even if he had his guitar he couldn't and he was tempted to ask Chess for her's just to see what it sounded like in the open but the Librarian would got through him if he so much as touched a string to make a noise.
d**n libraries and librarians. Stupid quiet policy.
"Where do you come from?" her accent was hard to decifer. She wasn't from one place, that was for sure but it sounded nice..unusual. Kind of like Tammy's but Tammy's had to be the nicest one he had heard. And that wasn't just because she was his girlfriend.

[Chess Rossi]

Chess blinked a couple of times. 'Smell?' She always had thought of independant music stores to be awesome little places that everyone was welcome in and you could hang in them for days. But smell? She then realised what he had said about big homes. That was another thing she had never really seen in her time. Sure, she had glances of mansions in the Italian hills, but she didn't really pay them notice, and in Norway there was no hope of seeing a house that big. "Rad. I've always wanted to go to a music store. I relied on the internet back home to order," she smiled, trying show an interest instead of her jealousy.
She stopped for a few seconds and wondered how she should answer his question. There was the simple answer of 'Norway' but that wasn't exactly that interesting. "I was born in Mantova in Italy where I lived with my mother. Then I moved to Mo i Rana in Norway to live with my father five years ago," she explained. 'There, a far more interesting answer,' Chess smiled happily to herself.

[Jethro Foster]

Jet nodded and smiled at her, "That's quite interesting. I don't really use the computer or web all that much. I don't really like it. I'm more of an outdoor, face-to-face socializer...that is when I actually socialize." he chuckled a bit before sighing. He wrote down another line and frowned and tried to think the sound through in his head.
"May I borrow your guitar for a moment?" he asked Chess.
She nodded and handed the guitar over to him.
"Thanks," then he tuned it to the right key and played the piece to where had had gotten so far. Taking the pencil form his mouth he scribbled some notes out and replace them with others and re-played.
"Hmm, still not perfect but it'll do for now," he tuned it to way it had been before and handed it back to her.
"So, what powers do you have and how long have you had them for? Also, who do you have for music?"

[Chess Rossi]

Francesca returned his nod and then answered. "See, if the situation is right I normally like to be face to face myself. Unfortunately when you live on the outskirts of a fjord-town, it turns into a hard task." She kind of tried to make it a joke, but it didn't work. It would probably get worse if she brought up living beside a reindeer farm. Everyone thought it was cute until they realised the Sami and Norwegians would consume the reindeer meet, then you were a disgusting Scandanavian.
After Chess handed over the guitar to Jet she pulled her knees up in front of her and crossed them at the ankles. Her eye gave an involuntary couple of twitches when he changed the tuning of it. When Jet finished his work and handed her the guitar back, she started subtly tuning it back to the key she was fond of. "I have... Mr Carson for music. He's amazing, have you ever had him?"
"Oh, powers..." Chess said quietly, thinking for a minute. She was well aware of her powers, it was a matter of when she got them was troubling her. "Well, I can blow things up with my mind and levitation. I learnt I had them when I was ten years old. My third power... I have psychometry, I've had that for around three or four years now." Well, that sounded about right. "What about you?"