Screaming Infidelities <<DW>>

[Janey Wilcox]

Janey Lauren Wilcox had always been a rather particular and complex creature. Trying to understand her mind was like a courtyard maze. Tricky and full of dead ends. Which was why when she departed on this very evening the people around her didn’t even ask why she was heading into Little Hangleton. Janey wouldn’t have a answer for them either. She did what she wanted when she wanted to do it. No one could stand in her way when she has finally set her mind. She was as headstrong as her father had been if not more stubborn. Which was why Sir Martin Wilcox wasn’t concerned that he had lost his son in such a manner. In his opinion his daughter had more potential than his ‘son’ ever had. Janey was taught this for the last ten years. That she would in the end take over the Wilcox name. After all she was their pride and joy even though she rarely seen them. After all she was in her mid twenties and didn’t need her parents. Even when she was growing up she felt as though she didn’t need them. Being a pureblood adolescent she had plenty of freedom and didn’t have to worry about anything. Oh yes, the fair skinned dark haired beauty was taught discipline. It had been drilled into her head that she would follow in her father’s foot steps. After all her mother was far to weak and she possessed all the will in the world. That was difference between the two Wilcox women. Janey would always go after what she wanted, no matter what the price.

A light breeze brushed the bushes off to her right and ruffled her long billowing brunette hair in the wind. The pale moonlight danced off the cobblestone walkway and cast a incandescent shadow over area. Janey had always love midnight walks in the moonlight. There was something incredibly satisfying about being in the dark even though she was in a poor part of town. Little Hangleton wasn’t the place for a young lady, although Janey was a lady she could take care of herself. The danger of the place shot adrenaline through her veins and the excitement shone in her brilliant hazel eyes. The eyes belonged to a very becoming face, she was far from being original. Even to look at her you could see something dark stirring behind her warm and inviting eyes. The woman had a pale yet flawless canvas, a light dusty rose settled on her high cheekbones. Janey had a small narrow nose that was rather becoming on her face, it was well proportioned and fit. It was mentioned by many that the most inviting and seductive part of Janey Wilcox was her lips. She had soft velvet lips that called out. Janey had inherited her good looks from her mother, although her mother was more of a willowy sort while this young woman was muscular.

Tonight was like no other in concern to Janey. It was just another walk in this lonely abandoned town. All that was seen was a young woman meandering slowly through the twisted path. The young woman blended into the background dressed in all black. A soft clicking nose broke the silence as she walked on the cobblestone made by her black stiletto boots. Black meeting black, the material of her pants where a stretchy black material which fell below her navel. A thin line of skin was showed between the top and bottom. A tattoo was just barley noticeable playing peek a boo with the waistband of her pants. Janey had always been known for her sense of style. She liked to play up old vintage pieces with newer trends that flattered her toned body. A black fitted corset hugged to her swells and curves, the ones that she had been rather famous for in school. The same ones that got her well noticed at her young age of twenty five. Janey knew that she was considered beautiful and seductive but rarely played it up unless she knew she had some thing to gain from it.

Janey continued to wander with no meaning other than to clear her head of all those thought she couldn’t release. It wasn’t her fault it was that time of year. The time when she had lost her most trusted friend. That’s what Christian had been to her, but what kind of brother and son would sell out his own family. The young woman could never understand it and knew she wouldn’t ever know what he had did what he did. Perhaps he was just so different that he couldn’t understand the family. But to Miss Wilcox blood was thicker than water and you always stood by your family. Or maybe it was because she believed in that darkness around her and she loved it. The thrill of the power that pulsed through her veins, the power she felt when she was stronger than another and it only grew stronger with each day. This little brunette may be small but she had the uncanny ability to see what she wanted and didn’t stop until it was in her tiny palm. That was why she was in Little Hangleton, walking off the memories that seemed to flood back to her. The ones that she shouldn’t recall on any accord. They were lost to her. A crack behind her pulled Janey out of her dream world and whipped around to see where the noise had come from.

[Devon Whiltshire]

When Devon had the chance to get away from Jennessa from the evening, he took it willingly. She had been pestering him from the onset of their alliance/relationship, and though he admittedly would use the situation to the best of his advantage, he could use a break. The sweat beads that were forming on his forehead were only exposed further by the flourescent lights that came from dark, flickering Street Lights. The strees of Little Hangleton were deserted and he seeked refuge in their peaceful aura. As he wandered the alleys he noticed how deserted this town really was. He wondered briefly how it came to be this way and if it had also been like such. As he passed a small apartment, the lights flickered on and he was shaken out of his daydream-like state. He stared at the house for a good minute, but tore his eyes away quickly, shook his head and started to walk again.

He had left the school for the purpose of solitude, and this town--he noticed this as he continued through the path of desolate land--was the perfect place to indulge in his every fantasy. He knew the people around were scarce, and he had expected it to stay that way.

A few moments into his walk, however, he spotted a figure about a half a mile off. As he continued walking, his steps got larger so that he could keep up with them, and yet keep his distance. He was rather intriuged, and curiousity was not one his best attributes. As he got closer, he noticed the figure of a rather beautiful, young woman. Why she was alone in a town like this was a mystery, but she was there--in front of him. As he squinted further he noticed that she looked a little familar. The hair that fell from her shoulders was a colour that he surely recognized, and a veyr unique colour at that. He noticed that the way she moved was familar as well, and he wished he could see her face.

He kicked a pebble under the sole of his shoe, now bitter that this curious straner had grabbed his attention and stolen the alone time he so rarely got to indulge in. As he was only a few feet from her, he opened his mouth to say something but was cruely cut off by the sound of his shoe making a discreet cracking noise on the pavement.

(Rather short, sorry. Without much muse today.)

[Janey Wilcox]

It was in truth that Janey had been startled by the ‘intruder’ after all this was her time. She lived from the peace and quiet after all her life was utter chaos and she finally felt the freedom at the place. A safe haven that wisped all her worries away and finally let her be in peace. Although she was fairly certain she wouldn’t be in complete peace until the day she died. There was just to much following her around in the world. Whether it be her family problems, the pressure to keep up her facade or just the day to day agonies. Janey looked like the perfect young woman; after all she was attractive, smart, wealthy and came from a prestigious family. What more could this twenty five year old ask for. Other than peace, she longed to be a trickling creek but she feared she would always be a hurricane. Janey knew that her sprit was too much of a fireball to be calm and she had given up on the plausibility of it long ago. There was plenty of time for that when she was older, in her youth she wanted to make the most of it. Running around and getting into trouble, which she had been doing for a good while now. It seemed that where ever Janey went something interesting would follow her. Whether it be drama, scandal or promising intrigue. It was what kept her going in life. The knowledge that something interesting was always right around the corner.

Turning completely she faced the person who had come upon her solitude. She was sure the annoyance was written all over her face until she got a glimpse of who it was. It was a young man, his appearance smacked her memory around. It was that familiar tug that knocked the annoyance off her face. Which was only replaced with a emotionless face, which was more than most people got. Usually harsh words and deadly looks met those who intruded upon this ex-slytherin. The fact that she was so calm showed her maturity after all she wasn’t in school anymore. And this days you had to be careful who you offended and who you did not. Or may she was softening in her old age, that she highly doubted though. As it was often said, a leopard could not change his spots into stripes fore he would always be that leopard. Which meant that Janey Wilcox would always be that girl deep in her dark soul. The kind that scared others and to find a match would be near impossible. Not many after all could keep up with Janey. She was in a particular league of her own.

Stopped in her tracks, she studied the man for a few more second before she sighed and flipped a tress over her shoulder. Janey couldn’t shake the feeling that she had seen this stranger before. It was there taunting her, prodding her because she couldn’t remember. Instead of saying anything she looked her gaze with his, coking her head to the side deep in thought. The silence was cutting through Janey, she never did well with this particular stillness. Being along was a complete different story, being in another’s company it simply aggravated her. Usually her quick witted side would come out but tonight it seemed rather repressed and it tore at this young woman. Unfortunatly she would not stay quiet for long. “Do you usually sneak up on people in the middle of the night or do I just happen to be privileged” she finally drawled in her ever fading french accent.

[Devon Whiltshire]

He ran a hair through his silky, dark hair and his emotionless expression faced her. She was very striking up close--dark, perfectly slightly curled hair and dark eyes--and it made him slightly weak. He showed no outward signs of any of this, however as she moved closer towards him. She looked as though she was trying to remain as neutral as possible, but she was hesitant and slightly unnerved at his presence. He didn't think that either of them were too thrilled with the situation of each other's presence, and perhaps he would just leave her to her own thoughts. After all, that is what he could sense that they both wanted. However, as he saw her face turn to him he noticed how familar everything about her was. The way her eyebrows sculpted perfectly around her darkly lined eyes, and the way she carried herself with an air of importance. He tried to turn and walk away, but couldn't find the strength within himself.

As she spoke in soft, liquid tones he felt chills up his back. Her voice was familar as well--this was too odd. "I'm very sorry, Ma'am to ruin your solitude. My intent was nothing of sort, I assure you. I will leave you to yourself, of course, but I do wonder if I can inquire as to whether I know you--you seem strikingly familiar." He noticed that her expression was still one of a cold, emotionless women. He knew--from his own experience--that this was an avoidance tactic, and only the very intelligent and gifted could master it. He must admit, she was better than most he'd seen attempt it. He was intriuged by the mysterious arua that she gave off, and felt the heat that radiated from them being so close to each other.

He stuck out his hand as politely as possible and said with his most calm and collected manner, "Devon Whiltshire, pleasured to meet your acquantince, Miss."

[Janey Wilcox]

Janey had always been fairly calm and composed but she was slightly unnerved by this seeing this young man. It wasn’t that she was sexually intimidated by men as she was usually as bull headed as the best of them. After all she had grown up her father’s daughter. She was like him in so many ways, even though she hated to admit the resemblance. Janey wouldn’t go the depths that her father had, she didn’t have to. Most things just happened for her and she let it got with that. It was like she had a lucky star constantly following her around. If push would come to shove Janey knew that she could hold her own in the most sticky situations. It all went back to that she knew more than she let on and she was certain that things would remain that way. Giving it up would ruin her facade. After all she was the perfect little woman who didn’t do much wrong, oh if people only knew what she was capable of. It would only shock them. Janey had always though it to be ridiculous after all she was mostly a viper and she was a Wilcox why wouldn’t she know the things she knew. Some people were obviously to naive.

A smirk fell on her pretty little lips as she saw the young man’s hesitation to stay on the same cobblestone as she. The expression on lighted up her face more and her dark eyes shone even in the nightlight. A soft chuckle slipped lightly through her lips as he apologized to her. Janey didn’t mean to come off ignorant earlier it was just how things fell out of her lips. It seemed that some times she didn’t have the etiquette that her mother would want her to. She couldn’t shake the fact that he too noticed her as familiar. It couldn’t be a coincidence, she thought to herself while she drummed her fingers against her thigh. “Oh I didn’t mean it like that” she said with a wave of her hand. She hadn’t mean to sound accusatory early perhaps it had been in her voice. Most of the time Janey wasn’t aware of how people took her tones. After all she was the Janey Wilcox she didn’t have to. Most people would bow down their own arrogance and let her have wing to it all. They were only firing her eternal flame that would only grow immortal.

Hazel eyes watched in interest as the young man introduced himself which only depended her light smirk. It would seem that she hadn’t been completely off the radar when she though she had recognized his dark features. A sharp shaped brow shot up as he held out his hand for her to receive. It was interesting just who you would find in the dead of the night. It would seem that they had attended Hogwarts together, of course they hadn’t been in the same year. But that hadn’t changed who Janey knew and didn’t know. Being fairly popular she was known by lots of older students. Not only that it seemed the had similar extracurricular activities now outside of that school. Janey didn’t know if he would fully recognize her as they had only bumped into each other every now and then since those years passing school. Usually this ice princess didn’t shake people’s hands but she gave it up for some reason tonight, maybe it was the pull of the moon or something. “Janey Wilcox” she said in return. She didn’t know if that would jog his memory but she assumed it well, there wasn’t many people who hadn’t heard of Janey.