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                          Jill looked up as she heard her name called. She smiled at the sixth year Gryffindor boy. Unlike most people on competing Quidditch teams, Jill did not mind this boy. Although peppy, Haru was also secretive when he wanted to be. He had an air of mystery, which he gathered like a cloak. At times she could sense a current of madness running just below the surface of his skin, barely repressed. She very much wanted to know those secrets. Even as he greeted her, his voice sounded stretched and forced, like he were battling with an inner demon. The seventh year girl reached over and took his hand in a friendly way. "It's good to see you again," she said, genuinely. "Summer was dull, as usual. I didn't do much of importance. I'm sure yours was much more interesting. Although talk of dull summers only leads to increasingly dull small talk. How are you, really?"

                          With a flick of his hand, Thomas slipped away from the group like a shadow. Jill watched the back of his robes as he disappeared into the crowd. She wondered whether it was the lingering Slytherin Gryffindor rivalry that drove him away, or if he simply wanted to find other housemates. If it was the latter, why hadn't he sought them out on the train, or for the ride back to the castle?

                          Together, the trio turned and made their way through the pillars guarded by two massive, winged boars. The arched doors were pushed wide open so that it would withstand the wave of children flooding forward into its halls. Jill turned her eyes towards the ceiling, shrewdly. In years past, the poltergeist, Peeves had been waiting to cause chaos and turmoil just inside the doors.

                          In fact, she could see the tip of a belled boot poking out from behind a rafter, and she knew that someone was in for something nasty falling on their heads. She pulled at her companions for a moment and pointed at the ceiling. "Not too swift afoot, my friends." Drawing her wand from her pocket, she pointed at the boot. "Alarte Ascendare!" Peeves was dragged, foot-first into the ceiling and then left to free fall until he caught himself. The bottle of diluted Bubotuber pus fell out of his hand and clunked hard against the floor.

                          Jill lurched forward to grab the container and siphoned up most of what had spilled and replaced it in the bottle with her wand. Pocketing the liquid she smiled at Ast. "For later, if things get boring," she said. Peeves, looking very put-out, made some nasty hand gestures and called Jill a few names, which she ignored. Instead she turned toward the Great Hall, and pushed her way towards the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables.



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No longer overpowered
My motivation drives me on
Your mind is in confusion just like it always is
Another chapter opens, there are two sides to every coin
Don't tell me your perceptions, I close my eyes now.


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                    tab The brief meeting the night before made Tegan sleep badly. She was a poor liar, and she couldn't get McGonagall's statement out of her head. "I know none of us want to think the enemy is here within our own walls, but let's not eliminate the possibility until we are sure." Of course the headmistress would think that Tegan was the enemy. They all would. No one could see that Viktor's plan was the only way to achieve true equality between wizards and werewolves. They would not understand why she was doing what she was doing. But by breakfast, she had again convinced herself that this way the right thing to do. Her involvement was justified and rational. The stone-cold assurance in her own superiority created a facade it was very difficult to break through.

                    The dreary morning did nothing to improve Tegan's mood as she seated herself curtly at the staff table in the Great Hall. She picked up a spare newspaper and browsed through the headlines. Her own short diatribe about the Unspeakables at the Ministry had been postponed in place of the giant piece of garbage written by Kain's sister. That woman was as long winded in writing as she was in person. Tegan pursed her lips. Journalism should be curt and to the point. If that were so, her own piece surely would have made it into the edition. She didn't want to be a front-cover story, just a gnawing piece in the back of the paper - a subtle voice that unsettled people with rumors about their government. Well, after last night, she could have loads to say to disquiet an already paranoid society.

                    After a quick, but silent breakfast, Tegan stood from her place. Nodding courteously to the other professors, but showing no real interest in conversation, she exited the Great Hall. She was sure that at least some of them had noticed her red and tear-stained face at the meeting last night, and she was in no mood to discuss it. The interaction had been particularly uncomfortable with the deputy headmaster. Tarquin had taken the earliest opportunity to remove himself from her company upon reaching the staff. Tegan suspected it had as much to do with her mentioning her werewolf brother as it did his own discomfort in finding her in such a pitiable state. That was fine with her. Tarquin was a long-standing member of the Order of the Phoenix. The farther away he stayed from her, the better.

                    On the way through the halls towards the Transfiguration room, Tegan passed Kain and Boggs lingering by the Muggle Studies classroom. "Good morning, gentlemen," she greeted. "Please excuse me, I had very little time to prepare my lessons yesterday and I must be ready for the sixth years."

                    Before she could exit, Boggs caught her arm. Perfect. She knew what was coming. "'Hey, Tea hold up a second'” The Muggle Studies professor dropped his usual jovial expression for a look of genuine concern. "You left a bit early from dinner last night, and you know, if you need someone pulverized...” He paused as if he were going to make a heartfelt death threat, "Kain here would be happy to do so for you.”

                    Despite herself, Tegan cracked a smile. Boggs had a way of making people feel comfortable and she was no exception. "Thank you for generously offering up the life of your only friend, Boggs. It's so honorable of you."

                    "Kain would take a curse for you.” Boggs said, reverently. "I, on the other hand, a poor squib, can only offer you my most sincere friendship. It's not my fault Kain is more accepting of my devious ways than you.”

                    "Yes, well, not all of us see the rules as suggestions. Good day, gentlemen. Perhaps I shall catch you over lunch. I am very busy." And with a sweep of her robes, Tegan waltzed up the stairs to her classroom, but not without hearing Boggs whisper something in a concerned tone to Kain. She bristled back up again. She hated it when people coddled her like a baby. Who cares if she had been a bit upset last night? She just wanted people to mind their own business.


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                                                              Jacq frowned. She didn't like being ignored and Gabe's mind was certainly not focused on their conversation at the moment. "Mind elsewhere this morning, Black?" she asked cooly. His slow chewing rubbed her the wrong way. Jacqueline was not a patient person. She moved quickly when it came to thinking and talking. Gabe surely knew that and was intentionally trying to annoy her. So, trying to be fair to her friend, she shook her head. She liked Gabe a lot. He was smart, funny, sexy. And he was a fair quidditch player. If she wanted any inside knowledge of the Slytherin team this year for her commentary, she needed to stay on upmost terms with him. "And I said I needed help in Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts, you fool," she said, teasingly. "Get your hearing checked. I'm not sure I want someone so deaf to be teaching me."

                                                              Flipping her legs over the bench, she turned around so she was facing Gabe. She gave him a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. "I missed you this summer. I'll see you tonight in the R.o.R." Flipping her hair over her shoulder, Jacq got up and strode purposefully towards the Gryffindor table. Although she had intended to talk to Sev anyways, part of her hoped it would piss Gabe off. It's your fault for annoying me, she thought to him.

                                                              Once she caught Sev's eye and knew he saw her coming, she pulled the muggle flashlight from her robes and shined it in her eye. She thought he, above anyone else, might see the possibilities that arose from the muggle invention. She flung herself down on the bench across from him, pushing two third years aside with her hands. "Hey, Sev!" she said, cheerfully, "guess what I've been up to this summer?" She clicked the light on and off a few times, making sure the beam fell right in his face. "It opens up a lot of options for us, if you know what I mean." Hoping he knew what she actually meant, she gave him a meaningful look that made the third years give her an awed look and start whispering to themselves.

                                                              It cracked Jacqueline up. She laughed at them and stood up from the table. "Listen. I only got into Transfiguration and DADA because I promised to find a tutor. You don't think you might have time in your schedule to fit me in, do you? I could really use some one-on-one assistance."

                                                              She stole a quick glance at the staff table, she saw that the professors were beginning to vacate, heading towards their classrooms. Classes would start soon. "Well, as usual, I've forgotten all my books back in my room. Walk with me?" She raised her eyebrows at him and gestured for him to come along. She wanted to have a more private conversation with her friend about the duel, about the Order, and most importantly about what happened with his family.





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                    The Muggle Studies professor watched with mild fascination as Kain's invisible needle and magic thread worked its way through his newly assembled textbooks. And although they did look a little worse for the wear, they would be manageable. Some of his students needed some experience with second-hand textbooks anyways. "Always so charming, Kain!'” said Boggs. The joke was so old it was certainly like beating a dead horse, but he couldn't pass it up. He snorted and then took the newly published book in his hands.

                    Adopting his old British accent he said, "'I dub thee, 'Muggles and their Superhuman Abilities, a Chronicle Collected by the Suave and Good-Looking Professor Boggs!'” The title appeared in cramped writing across the cover and Boggs grinned ear-to-ear. "How much do you bet a real editor would have made me change it, huh?'” How the headmistress let him get away with so much sometimes blew Boggs' mind. But then again, he was an excellent professor, and the Muggle Studies enrollment was up to a record high that year. The Ministry was even thinking of making a Muggle Studies NEWT for his higher-level students! Otherwise, his antics and lack of professionalism would have gotten him the boot.

                    While Kain went about dabbing the potion and whispering incantations into the corner of the classroom, Boggs busied himself looking at his reflection in the window. He did look rather woebegone with his hair sticking every which way. There was even some gray cat hair in it, making him look like he was aging prematurely. Cursing his cat, he pulled it out of his hair and futilely tried to flatten it with his hand. There was no way his hair was going to lie flat today. So, instead, he accepted it. His curriculum map out muggle inventors for the fourth years this month. He could use his appearance for a lesson on the muggle inventor, Albert Einstein. Boggs knew how to roll with things when they didn't go his way.

                    When Kain finished his very thorough inspection of the classroom, Boggs clapped him on the shoulder. "Thanks, old friend. I knew I could count on you in a pinch. Now, I've got to get down to the breakfast table before everything disappears. Ravished, I am! Care to join me? It will just be for a moment.'”


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                Anne’s Cafe was popular but also discreet in the way it was practically set up as a place for people to meet. A stranger pushing through the door and searching the place for a face they’d never seen before was a common scene, so Jordan liked using it once in a while when he was called on. Jacqueline was the name of the girl he was meeting, and he didn’t ask for a description other than her clothing. He asked her to sit in a specific spot, and she did.

                As soon as he caught sight of her he stood in her line of view until she finally made eye contact, just to double check. It hardly took him more than a few seconds to take the seat next to her. “Jacqueline?” He offered his hand to shake, noticing her tea during the motion and nodding toward it. “Don’t worry, I’m here to help. I’m Julius. … Are you hungry?”

                He took time to ask her a bit about herself and to explain in very short detail where he was taking her. Conversation wasn’t really his favorite way to spend time, but Jules did generally take a moment to make sure the person he brought into the Invisible lair was actually one in need of help and not some sort of spy. Since she was with the professor before, she must have been trustworthy enough. His number wasn’t given out easily.

                When they were finished, he left a tip on the table and escorted Jacqueline out. “Is there anything you need or want to grab before we go?” He flashed one of the waitresses a smile before closing the door behind them. “And that phone you called me with, I need it back if you still have it.”

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        CHARLESHENRYJAMISON
          the ( vengeful ) wanderer
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            the doctor killed his brother, still holds a grudge
            trapper returned for revenge, looking for work
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        WENDYANNETTEJAMISON
          the ( abandoned ) general store assistant
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            a real genius with numbers
            struggles with abandonment issues and alcoholism
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              ↺.(x)Charles Henry Jamison
              ↺.(x)Charlie
              ↺.(x)Male
              ↺.(x)23
              ↺.(x)November 5
              ↺.(x)Heterosexual


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              ☇.(x)6'3"
              ☇.(x)192 lbs
              ☇.(x)Built upper body because of time spent in the mountains as a logger and trapper. Slim otherwise
              ☇.(x)Blue
              ☇.(x)Blonde with hints of red
              ☇.(x)Plenty of little scars from life. He has a nasty scar leftover from a trapping accident on his left foot and shin. He occasionally walks with a limp from this injury.


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              ⇢.(x)The Jamison family had a legacy in the town of Beaulah. Henry and Anna Jamison were one of the three founding families of the town. They had all met in Denver, a western version of New York or Chicago, with less class and more violence. Henry and Anna were attempting to raise their six year old son, Michael, in a city where men were shot on a weekly basis, and no one blinked an eye. When Anna found out she was pregnant again, they decided that Denver was no place to raise a family. Henry longed for the wide open spaces and clean air of the wild.

              The energetic leader, Juan Mace, eagerly accepted the Jamisons's request to join a preacher and his wife, a broke storekeeper's and his starving children, and a doctor following his bright eyed son. Disregarding their differences, the band packed up everything they had into three small carts, used the last of their funds to purchase some horses, and set off. Three weeks later, they found a little nook of plains near the foothills of the rocky mountains. It was the perfect location - a hub for ranchers taking their stock to market in Denver, a bit of civilization for the trappers and miners come to sell their goods from the mountains, and a home for the farmers wishing to take advantage of the westernmost edge of the Great Plains. Henry, the handy man of the party, who was constantly summoned to help build the town, began by building a home for his pregnant wife. Anna sat snugly in her two-bedroom cottage and watched the town balloon up around her almost as fast as her stomach. The Jamison family grew by two on a snowy November 5th. A wide eyed boy stared down at his wailing twin sibling in his mother's arms. Wendy and Charlie Jamison were the first children born in Beaulah.

              The town flourished, just as Juan Mace had expected. Within two years, the general store had gained the owner and his family twice what they had lost in Denver. There was a schoolhouse and a saloon and, most importantly, a steady stream of settlers carving out plots of land for themselves around the town. Because Henry Jamison worked as a carpenter, Will, Charlie and Wendy grew up in the middle of small town life. Their cabin, the first building built, became a fine home. Their father always had work building and fixing anything from rocking chairs to foundations. The family was well off and well connected.

              Charlie discovered his talent for manipulation very early in life. He always knew what people wanted him to say, or act. He knew that if he did what they wanted he was rewarded, and if he didn't he was punished. He also learned to see beneath the words that people spoke to what they really meant - what they really wanted. If he had not been so talented at pleasing his peers, Charlie would certainly have been considered a brown noser. Not only did he pass with remarkable grades (considering his disregard for education) but he always seemed to come home with an extra sweet or coin to spend. Within the town crowd, Charlie always knew the gossip and whispers before anyone else. He was adept at using or manipulating those rumors in a way that benefited him. He had the whole town under his control, and no one knew it. After all, he was only just a boy.

              He grew particularly adept at observation and manipulation with his sister. Wendy, like so many of the people Charlie met, craved his love and attention. He was more than willing to give it to her because the more she depended on him, the more necessary he became in her life. He always played it so she was fractionally unsure about his devotion towards her. It drove her crazy, trying to please him. He was sure there was no way she could wrest control from him. Wendy was impulsive and flamboyant. Her emotions carried her like a ship in a current while Charlie rarely paid attention to his emotions at all. Being twins, he knew exactly how hard he could push her. He grew to take her obedience and submission for granted.

              The only person who seemed immune to his tricks was Will. After receiving a firm beating from his brother at age 6, Charlie stopped trying. Will gained his respect and love in that moment. Of his two siblings, Will was the clear preference. Charlie was always at his side, snubbing and disregarding his twin whenever the three of them were together, hoping to get all the attention. Will always treated them fairly and equally, which added to Charlie's resentment of his twin.

              Will grew to be a very well respected member of Beaulah. He was handsome, likable, honest. Everyone trusted Will Jamison to get a job done, or help them out in a time of need. Will purchased a plot of land just south of the town to start his own ranch, with the intention of marrying his childhood sweetheart, Rebecca. Yet, as always everything fell apart. Rebecca's other suitor challenged Will to a duel and shot him straight through the head. Charlie watched it happen. He watched the draw and the trigger and the copious amount of blood. He saw the triumph and horror in the victor's eyes.

              From that day on, he knew it was his job to kill the pastor. He would stop at nothing to avenge the sibling he loved most dearly. The duel was fair, both men had agreed to it. But the public view of the pastor had shifted ever so slightly. If he was willing to kill a man in a fair fight, what would stop him from killing again. Silently, a fifteen year old Charlie began plotting the doctor's second murder. It was easy. He simply had to watch and find someone who the pastor argued with. He would steal the man's gun and shoot the enemy, leaving the body and the evidence on the doctor's front doorstep. No one would ever suspect. There would be a public outcry for the gallows.

              Charlie had everything planned out and ready to go. He was three days away from putting his plan into action when Wendy stopped him on the stairs. Their argument was the first time Charlie ever lost control of himself. Wendy, the person closest to him, was not so easily manipulated as he thought. Her trust and silence he had taken for granted. He never expected a betrayal to come from her lips. His perfect world, made up of flattery as meticulously as a card castle, had one essential piece knocked out of the foundation. And although she was not a necessary part of his network, she was a building block of his identity. And she held the key to his undoing.

              Defeated, humiliated, and frightened, Charlie fled Beaulah. His life unraveled, and he took to the mountains, alone and unprepared for the dangers that accompanied the trapping lifestyle. He barely survived the first winter - but he did. And, being the keen observer that he was, he learned quickly. He spent a fraction of his year in various towns, trading his pelts for money he had no use for. He spent it lavishly on alcohol and beautiful women, knowing there was no chance he would ever see them again. Outwardly, he was as friendly and likable as ever. But when he was alone, and he spent most of each year alone, his hours were spent obsessively plotting the death of the pastor.

              And finally, he came up with the plan. It was time to return to Beaulah. He could not trust his sister anymore, but she had a weakness for him. She still wanted him to love her. So he would feign forgiveness and find work in the town. When the time was ripe, the pastor had no chance of escape.

              ⇢.(x)friendly | sadistic | aggressive | charming | unforgiving | passionate | angry | protective | seductive | flirtatious |


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              ↘.(x) control
              ↘.(x) trapping
              ↘.(x) stalking prey
              ↘.(x) knives
              ↘.(x) making people pay for their crimes
              ↘.(x) independence
              ↘.(x) the wilderness
              ↘.(x) death
              ↘.(x) physical intimidation
              ↘.(x) arrogance
              ↘.(x) stupidity
              ↘.(x) being outwitted
              ↘.(x) defiance of his control
              ↘.(x) bullshit
              ↘.(x) dressing up
              ↘.(x) being told what to do
              ↘.(x) civilization
              ↘.(x) church
              ↘.(x) the doctor
              ↘.(x) retribution for anything done in the woods
              ↘.(x) death
              ↘.(x) being physically overpowered
              ↘.(x) discovery of his revenge plan
              ↘.(x) subtlety
              ↘.(x) understanding people
              ↘.(x) getting what he wants
              ↘.(x) charming people
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              ↘.(x) uncontrollable temper
              ↘.(x) one track mind
              ↘.(x) will not stop until he gets what he wants
              ↘.(x) his love of chaos
              ↘.(x)

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              ☈.(x)Any extras
              ☈.(x)None at the moment as he hasn't been in town since he was a boy.


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                                                              The awkward silence brought on by Jacob's entrance into the kitchen didn't last nearly as long as Charlie anticipated. The three of them managed to eat the majority of the feast Bellalyse had cooked for breakfast before the older man disappeared into the kitchen to clean the dishes. Unwilling to be outdone, yet subdued by his stoic countenance, Charlie followed him to help. They finished the work efficiently, though in total silence. It was an interesting feeling. Charlie was used to silence. He had spent much of his life tracking animals through woods without human contact for months. But this was different. When he was with people, he liked to talk. This would take some getting used to. Yet, he had decided to give the man space. Perhaps after a stretch, Jacob would take the initiative.

                                                              The morning chores were as foreign to Charlie as they had been the night before, but he managed without too much scorn from Bellalyse. And luckily he remembered to act with prudence when it came to milking the cow. The real work of the day was to come with the branding. Charlie followed Bells into the stables where he came face to face with Vixen, the horse he would be using. He gently patted her nose, trying his best to exude confidence. "Hey, missy," Charlie crooned, "I been doing some thinking. If we're gonna be working together all summer, I reckon we should get along." He pulled a sugar cube from his pocket, a trinket he had taken from the tea tray just incase the horse didn't like him. But now, a preemptive peace offering seemed like a better idea. Vixen nickered and munched on the sweet while Charlie went about saddling her. And although he was not a skilled horseman, he was plenty capable of equipping an animal.

                                                              "Well, Bells, said Charlie, as the two exited the stables on their rides, "This ought to be one hell of a summer, eh? You me and ol' Stoney over there." He nodded to Jacob who was waiting for them on his own mount. "And such initiative! Look, he's off to brand cows without us."


                                                              Indeed, the man must have seen something in the distance, for he had turned slightly away from them and trotted off into the herd. Charlie reigned his own horse and sent her after they grey. After a moment, his joking manner vaporized. A mutilated calf lay upon the wreckage of the broken fence. Instinctively, Charlie wanted to make a remark to diffuse the tension, but he bit down the words. There wasn't anything funny about the torn throat or the pecked sockets of the cow. This was a serious threat made by a dangerous foe. Charlie frowned. Obviously someone thought that the O'Shire rancher might be scared off by some wasteful violence. The smug face of Jesse Barnett floated before Charlie's memory. Who was more wasteful in Beaulah than he?

                                                              “Best I can figure, they came by sometime after we’d gone to bed. Used a knife to kill the cow, and must have kicked down the fence.” Said the older man, standing back up. He turned around and addressed Charlie. “Charlie, you’re a tracker, right? Think you can get some notion of where they went?”

                                                              Looking down at the ground, Charlie easily picked out the mark of a boot. He grinned. These intruders might be brutal, but they were also brainless. "Aye, Jacob. I'd say they came in sometime between midnight and one. But there hasn't been weather to disrupt any of their tracks. I could follow them clear to Texas if that's where they went."

                                                              Although he was most used to tracking on his own two feet, the tracks were obvious enough to be seen from horseback. He decided that the more time he spent on Vixen, the better he would fare the rest of the summer. Turning the horse so he could survey the scene once again, Charlie's countenance darkened. This was more than just a play for the ranch. Barnett was sending a message. It made Charlie's blood boil. "Miss O'Shire!" he called back to the two figures by the fence.. "Any particular message you'd like me to send back to the cowards that done this? Or you just want me to find them?"





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              ↺.(x)Wendy Annette Jamison
              ↺.(x)Wendy
              ↺.(x)Female
              ↺.(x)23 years old
              ↺.(x)November 5
              ↺.(x)Heterosexual


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              ☇.(x)5'9"
              ☇.(x)145 lbs
              ☇.(x)Wendy is tall and thin. She has very little muscle built up except for what she needs to ride her horse to visit friends and to lift items in the general store.
              ☇.(x)Brown eyes
              ☇.(x)Auburnish hair
              ☇.(x)No scars or birthmarks.


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              ⇢.(x)Wendy and Charlie Jamison were born into one of the wealthiest families in Southern Colorado. It wasn't as if they were anything very special. Henry Jamison just happened to be the most useful person in an expanding and growing town. People moved to new towns all the time, hoping to be as lucky, though very few actually strike it rich. Because the Jamisons came from a modest background, they chose to raise their three children to value character over money and fear God, not people.

              From the very beginning, it was clear to the town how different the three siblings were. Will, the oldest, was a moral, upright young man. He was stubborn, and stuck to his beliefs no matter what. He worked as hard as any other man, even though he could have kicked back and taken life easy. Will cared for people. He wanted to make the world a better place for his neighbors. He was the first to reach out and offer help. And with all that, he refused to be taken advantage of. He was tall, handsome, and perfect. In Wendy's eyes, when she prayed, she pictured God to look much like her older brother. If Will was proud of her, God was too.

              Charlie was well liked as well. But it was a different type of popularity than Will, who cared for everyone. Charlie never bothered with anyone who couldn't give him something in return. He was extremely well connected, and always knew what was going on around the town. Charlie never lifted a finger to do something when he knew someone else would do it for him. He milked his parents money and influence in the town for all it was worth. People liked him, but with a tinge of fear that was never present in the love given to Will.

              As siblings go, Wendy and Charlie had a wonderful relationship. Wendy was brash, harsh, and rude while nothing phased Charlie at all. It often worried her that none of her tantrums, threats, or physical attacks would ever arouse a reaction from her brother. Over time, she learned to see traces of anger or hostility in his eyes and movements, though they were so subtle, even her parents could not see it. Yet, though she recognized it, she could never really believe that her brother disliked her. She could not believe he would use her. Charlie was warm and caring. He would listen to her talk for hours, and respond sympathetically to her problems. As much as she loved Will, Charlie was her second half. He was her best friend, someone she could always trust. Because of this, she was willing to give him anything he wanted. To lose his support seemed like the most impossible thing to her. In his presence, her flamboyant personality seemed diminished, as a light near a black hole. Charlie sucked up the warmth in her.

              And then, there was Wendy herself. She was the princess of the family. She got everything she wanted and more. She enjoyed pretty dresses and jewelry always fascinated her. Without asking, her older brother and father showered her in gifts. Her mother stepped in as the grounding factor, making sure Wendy wasn't a spoiled brat. As the only girl, Wendy learned to cook and clean almost as soon as she could walk. She also learned from her mother that as a woman, you had to know what you want and stand by it, or else the world will throw you to the ground and run you over with a stampede of buffalo. Wendy learned to say what she meant in the most blunt, unaffected way that she could. She was the most emotional member of the Jamison family, getting the highest highs and the lowest lows. She wore her feelings on her sleeve and was prone to switching emotions in an instant. Everything was personal to Wendy. She was as changeable as a flame.

              When they entered school, things started to change. Although she understood schoolwork much more thoroughly than her brother, she rarely got the credit. She was known around the school as "Charlie's twin." And although she would get dreadfully angry about it at the time, Charlie always calmed her down with a humble acknowledgement that she was the smarter of the two. As Wendy started hanging out with the other school girls more often than her brother, she began to see a different side of Charlie. He acted differently around everyone. She saw the effect that he had on people. After a while, she wondered if the Charlie she knew at home was indeed the real Charlie, or simply another face that he created to make her love him as desperately as she did.

              During school, she grew close with a beautiful girl with raven hair named Rebecca. The girls, both from town, spent almost all their free time together in and out of school. While Charlie was talking with adults, learning secrets about the town, Rebecca and Wendy were collecting scrap fabric and making dolls and having tea parties, and dangling their feet in the creek. And suddenly, one day, they were more interested in dresses and hair and jewels, and when they looked in the mirror, they were beautiful.

              Over those years of budding beauty, Wendy was thrilled to see her oldest brother cast them frequent glances over his shoulder. His interest made Rebecca blush and deny that there was anything at all between them. Wendy found excuses to leave the two of them alone, sometimes accompanying Charlie on his outings around town, or spending an extra half hour arranging her hair in the mirror.

              One afternoon, Will pulled Wendy aside and told her his intentions. He had purchased a ranch south of town, and intended to propose to Rebecca with the ring that had belonged to their great grandmother. As happy as she was, Wendy couldn't help but feel that it was the end of an era. Sensing her mixed emotions, Will presented her with a surprise: the family locket. It was small, but it had been in the Jamison family for generations. He reminded her that she would always be the princess of his life, and she would always be welcome at their house. Everything would be ok.

              Three days later, he was dead. Six days later, so was Rebecca.

              Wendy's world went up in flames. The one thing that held her to the ground was Charlie. He was there. As long as Charlie was alive and with her, she could be ok. Things might turn out alright. But Charlie was different, too. He turned his mind inward, barely talking to anyone at all. He would leave the school house and sit across from the church for hours, staring at the man who murdered their brother. One day, while he was out on the town, Wendy slipped into his room. She knew all of his hiding places where he kept the things he thought no one would ever see. She had never mentioned it to him before. Under the hidden panel on the bottom of his dresser, Wendy found a gun, a knife and a rope, along with a list of about 20 names. Names of people the priest notoriously hated.

              Wendy was scared. She had already lost two of the people closest to her. She refused to let Charlie get strung up for trying something stupid. She confronted him on the stairway that night after dinner. His expression was unforgettable and terrifying. He threatened to hurt her, to hurt their parents, even to kill her if she told. But Wendy was about as crazed as he was, and her only thought was to keep him from committing the ultimate sin. So she held fast. She told him that if he didn't give her the weapons by the next morning, she would go straight to the Sheriff. And Charlie knew that his sister did not tell lies. Unlike his threats, hers were never empty.

              The next morning, he was gone. He didn't leave a note or a message of any kind. His closet was mostly full. The only things missing were the weapons from under his dresser. Wendy found herself alone, abandoned by everyone she had ever loved. The roots holding her together loosened and she had nothing... nothing at all... She found a whiskey bottle hidden on top of a cupboard, and locked herself in the room.

              The whispering in Beaulah centered around the Jamison family that year. The perfect family had lost both sons and the one child they still had was rapidly succumbing to alcoholism. Desperate to get their daughter away from the bottle, Mr. and Mrs. Jamison moved their family to Will's ranch, hoping that the fresh air and new scenery would help. Wendy spent as little time as possible inside. The winds running off the mountain did her good during the day. She would help tend the little garden behind the house, or else take her horse, Starstream, out for hours at a time. Wendy would wander the hills around the town, hoping to find some sign of her missing twin, but never finding anything. But, the day would inevitably close and the halls of the ranch house were haunted by the ghosts of her brother and best friend. She hid from them behind a bottle that, despite her parent's efforts, always managed to find a way into Wendy's hands.

              Despite lectures, shouting matches, comfort and threats from her parents, Wendy's alcoholism went on for five years. People in town must have thought she was mad. She never went out in public unless she was on her way to the saloon. Even there, she rarely talked to anyone besides the bar owner. But, one day something in Wendy changed again. People in the town saw her march straight into the general store and demand, on her family name, that she be given a job. Henry and Anna Jamison, baffled by her sudden change of heart, let her go. They helped establish Wendy back in their house. Five years in the country made her parents reluctant to return, so they leased out some of the bedrooms to a small family, who could, hopefully keep an eye on their daughter.

              They were wrong to get their hopes up. Although Wendy was tired of her isolation from the rest of the world, she was unable to give up her drinking habit entirely. She had no intention of hiding the fact that she liked alcohol, and she was proud that she could hold her own against any of the men in the bar. She was a hard worker at the general store, and people got used to this new Wendy. In some ways she was the same, maybe a little more brash and harsh. She still wouldn't take any disrespect or rude comments from people. She got downright mean when anyone mentioned the three people who were taken from her side at the age of fifteen. But after a few months, people got used to this new Wendy. One that was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, without any need of those childhood protectors. Only the alcohol that drove them away.

              ⇢.(x)observant | angry | protective | warm | flammable | passionate | excitable | transparent | assertive | outspoken | generous | helpful | loyal |


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              ↘.(x) hugs
              ↘.(x) shouting
              ↘.(x) unexpected events
              ↘.(x) cleverness
              ↘.(x) honesty
              ↘.(x) outsmarting people
              ↘.(x) mysteries
              ↘.(x) alcohol, whisky in particular
              ↘.(x) winning bets related to alcohol because she can outdrink a 300 pound man
              ↘.(x) friends
              ↘.(x) Charles Jamison

              ↘.(x) sarcasm
              ↘.(x) sneaks
              ↘.(x) people saying one thing and doing another; duplicity
              ↘.(x) deception
              ↘.(x) people abusing power
              ↘.(x) being used
              ↘.(x) being alone

              ↘.(x)Charles Jamison
              ↘.(x) being taken advantage of while drunk
              ↘.(x) becoming the town drunk
              ↘.(x) being left abandoned by the people she loves
              ↘.(x) duels

              ↘.(x) straightforward
              ↘.(x) extremely loyal to people
              ↘.(x) expert drinker
              ↘.(x) excellent with numbers
              ↘.(x) enjoyable to be around

              ↘.(x) way too outspoken about her opinions
              ↘.(x) too easily provoked
              ↘.(x) clingy to people she's afraid will leave her
              ↘.(x) belligerent


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              ☈.(x)Although she won't admit it to anyone, she is actually very dependent on alcohol, and she's trying desperately to gain control over it. But she does not want to give it up.
              ☈.(x)None yet.


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Usually whenever someone said, "I'm no good at this," Wendy knew that she was getting herself into trouble. Her swindling moods were infrequent, but it was hard to resist taking advantage of someone who had no idea what they were doing. At the same time, this man wasn't selling his own goods at all. If Wendy screwballed this man, she would most certainly have to deal with an unhappy ranch owner in the future. She decided to take the middle road and sell as cheap as she thought she could get away with. If Bells was angry, she should have come to do the bidding herself.

"Well, Mr. Waller, seeing as she has some help, I suppose the ranch might last another year," said Wendy, shrewdly eyeing the goods. "I'd say that the grain is worth about $45, and the barley $80. If you bring in any hay, we're in desperate need of some. We'll buy them for $20 a bushel. We can subtract out the price of any goods you wish to purchase."

Outside the general store, a scuffle made Wendy look up sharply. Trouble brewing on the streets of Beaulah in front of the General Store was never good. I swear to god, if someone sends a bullet through the front window again, I will kill them, she thought as she dashed to the window. On the street stood Bells in front of her wagon, nose to nose with one of the most foul men Beaulah had to offer. Wendy raised her lip in disgust. The nerve he had to be going after girls in the middle of town! Her hand instinctively reached towards a spade standing at the window. Jacob joined her at the window and just before she could wrench the door open to yell at Barnett to get off his high horse, Charlie charged out of the bar, grabbed Bellalyse by her arm and yanked her away from the situation.

Wendy was still too stunned to do anything except stare. Seeing Charlie barge out of any building was still a shock. She needed some time to wrap her mind around the fact that he was actually back. "Might you know who that man was, Miss Wendy?" inquired the stranger, squinting out into the street.

"Which one?" she muttered. She figured that this stranger knew nothing about Barnett or Charlie. Town gossip was a petty thing, but Wendy knew that to survive in Beaulah, he would have to have at least a cursory understanding of the people who lived there. She pulled out a bench and beckoned for him to sit down. Under the bar, she pulled out the half-empty bottle of liquor and poured two generous glassfuls.

"That overgrown clown of a rancher is Jesse Barnett. He's the biggest bully around this town and wants the O'Shire ranch. He's already bought off a good deal since Bells took over, but he wants the whole lot - girl and all." She took a long swig from her glass. "And the man that dragged her into the bar - don't worry he won't hurt her - he's... my brother."

The events of the morning resurfaced with a vengeance. She couldn't help but add, "He's a jackass who abandoned my family right after my eldest brother was killed. And this morning, without warning, reappeared, expecting things to be exactly how the were. After seven years." Well, things were not the same anymore. It was certainly his fault that she was so dependent on the bottle to relieve her mind. It was his fault that the Jamison name was tainted and people thought he was a murderer.

Their conversation was interrupted by the tiny bell that indicated a new customer's entrance into the store. Wendy guiltily stashed her empty glass on the nearest shelf in case it was Askuwheteau. It was not. Instead, her self-satisfied brother and Bellalyse appeared in the doorway. Charlie grinned meekly over at her. Another wave of fury racked Wendy's body. Who did he think he was, smiling at her like that? "Hey, Wendy," he said, with a passable tone of apology, "Listen, I know that I upset you in the saloon, and I'm sorry. I want you to know that I would never believe you started any rumors about me. I'm sorry if it sounded like that."

Wendy crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. Damn right, he better be sorry. She decided to let him sit in his shame a little bit before actually letting him stay. But his next words thew her off balance again. "But, hey, Miss O'Shire here said she'd let me work some on her ranch in exchange for a roof over my head." He stuck out his hand, cordially to the stranger. "Howdy. You must be the first hire Bells was talking about."

Wendy's head was whirling again. Charlie had just gotten back and now he was leaving to go be a ranch hand outside of town? When would they ever have a chance to talk? How could they get reacquainted if he was only to come back in to town every so often? "I thought you were staying with me! I'm your sister!" she protested. Even as the words left her mouth, she knew that she sounded like a school girl. This was her brother. He could do whatever he wanted. She had no say in his life. But she felt as if a part of her heart was being ripped away again. As much as his reappearance was unbearable, it was even more so to have him disappear again.

He took her face in his hands and kissed her on the forehead. "You know I can't. Not if people think I'm a murderer here. I got to earn my reputation back somehow, and what better way than some good honest labor." Stepping back towards Jacob and Bellalyse, he cast a searching look between Bella and Wendy. "Besides, you two were always good friends in our childhood. I'm sure you can come visit in the evening sometime."

Wendy could only manage a baffled look. There was too much going on in her head. She wanted to escape it all. She wanted a place to go where she could be alone with her bottle and her thoughts. The pressure of having the three individuals in front of her was too much. She turned her back on them and walked to the back of the store where they kept their safe. She opened it with deft fingers and lifted out a stack of bills. "Here," she said to Jacob in a brittle tone, "For the wheat and barley."


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