On and on..

"Down in Jamaica, they got. Lots of pretty women, steal your money then they. Break your hearrrttt.." Ed paused a moment, trying to remember the next verse. She was perched at the edge of one of the smaller cliffs - only about ten feet high, one she'd scrambled up herself - and was singing. Really singing, without changing her voice to sound like the original singer, Stephen Bishop.

Her voice, although childish, gave off a mournful sound that she was quite honestly proud of, echoing down to the sand beneath her. "Lonesome sue, she's in looooveee with ol' Sam.. Take him from the fire to the, frying paaan.."

It was nice, to sing and not worry about anyone hearing. She was certain someone would come up in a few minutes and spoil it for her, complain about the noise or compliment her and make her have to blush and pretend she didn't already know. But for now, she was alone, blissfully so, just her and the waves and the single pair of footprints, leading up to the cliff and suddenly disappearing. She took a deep breath of brisk winter air, flopping down on her back amid the snow and continuing. "On and on, she just keeeppps on singing.. And she smiles, when she feeells like crying, on and on.. On and on, on and ooonnnn.."



OOC: open. For anyone who cares, the song is 'On and on' by stephen bishop. -nods-

Edward could hear the girl approaching a mile away, it seemed, but didn't care any more then to swivel her black eyes lazily in the general direction of the slick polished stones against shoes noise she was making. She stayed on her back, finally pausing mid-verse when she realized the girl was sitting beside her and pulled herself up.

She crooked her fingers in a wave towards the girl, squinting off towards the sea. "Are you cold?" She questioned, not really knowing what the weather was like. The past few days she'd been almost unable to distinguish between cold and warmth, and it was starting to scare her. But if she just pretended everything was normal, she knew they'd just leave her alone and she could sort it out on her own...

Ed tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, just now noticing the wind that seemed to be blowing from all directions at once. She hugged her knees loosely to her chest, unable to think of anything else to say, or if anything else was even called for. At least the girl hadn't brought up her singing...

Ed shrugged lightly, realizing for the first time she was clothed in cut-off blue jeans and a tank top. What was going wrong with her? She remained silent for a few moments, finally nodding assent. "...It does."

She grinned softly, nodding and "Edward Winters." she informed the girl, turning a bit to glance at her sideways. "I've been here for a month or so."
Silence, and then "Why don't you like it?" she guessed, turning her head back to the sea.

Ed nodded, chewing on her lip thoughtfully. "I guess that's why I like it here... I don't have any of those things." She grinned unfathomably, starting to rock back and forth. "That's good, because Maman says I'm going to be here for a long time."

Maman also said she shouldn't talk about herself so much... She tilted her head to the side, finally announcing "California doesn't have snow.", and looking over at the girl to see how she would take this news.

Perhaps she shouldn't have brought it up, come to think of it. Snow was very important, and she wouldn't like it if someone had told her that France didn't have snow or something. "You used to not have powers?" She questioned, trying to draw Kelly's attention away from bemoaning her previous statement.

Edward nodded gravely. "I would have noticed it, if I lived in California." Poor girl... At least she was somewhere where it snowed now.

"That's weird," Ed frowned, trying to imagine what it would be like to not know you had powers. "I've had powers forever, and only a year ago I was able to start controlling them and things."
She paused, thinking for a moment and then correcting herself. "Well, I guess it doesn't really count if you can't do things with them. I wasn't able to play with shadows when I was a baby, but I still liked the dark. And I wasn't able to turn into other people, but I still looked all scary, so maybe I was just turned into someone and I didn't know how to change back." Ed considered her sudden outburst, finally nodding and deciding she was right.

"What are your powers?" She asked, struggling to remember what her Maman had said about talking to people. You were supposed to say something, and then ask them the same thing, right? That was what she was doing. She was good at that...