Admiring the church...((Open!))

Olivia Benson drove the ute to the church and Jeda got out. Benson grinned and poked out her tongue at Jed. Olivia didn't really like churches, they had no purpose for her. Olivia drove away, vowing to come back in the afternoon.

Jeda

The 14 year old walked quickly through the large wooden doors and shut them behind her. Jed's green eyes searched the place. Long pews lined either side of the church. Jeda kept her face composed and serious as she headed straight down the aisle in between the pews and swung a left. she climbed a large spiralling stair case, her guitar case swaying at her side. The stair case rose to the second floor and Jeda opened the first door she saw. A small, bare room with only a table and two chairs. Jed sat down and got out her acoustic guitar and began to play.

OOC: Mind if I join, oh so awesome Jedaness?

nope! go right ahead even more almightier Sawyerness! Who's joining her though?

I was thinking that one of Sawyer's friend could, if you don't mind super ultra mega almightynessss Jeda

no problemo super almight mega fantastis Sawyerness!

I know jk my spiffalicious wittle Jeda-kins of super wonderness and enchantmentness


IC:

Jeda jumped and placed a hand over the strings cautiously. She swallowed some saliva and called out to the person at the door. "Hello? Who is it? Come on in." She cautiously watched the door and sat nervously on the chair.

Jeda smiled and looked at the boy. She softly laughed and swirled around, her guitar swinging by her side. "Like what you see Quinci? Sawyer showed me a picture of you and his friends." Jeda recognised him from the picture that Sawyer had shown her. She offered the guitar and looked at him kindly. "Can you play? You just look like the type to play an instrument. Not like I'm stereotyping you or anything..." She said and scratched behind her head bashfully. The black and tan guitar twanged as Jeda walked away with it and sat down on the chair. She played a funny little melody and then grinned softly.

Jeda handed him the guitar and smirked. She knew he was lying...but didn't mention it. She sat on the other chair and took out a piccilo flute (smaller version of the flute). She placed it to her lips and blew one, high, clear and crisp note. She blew gently and changed the fingering daintily. The black and white wood glistened as she closed her eyes and then stopped her melody with a long wavering note. "I'm Jeda by the way." she said, her green eyes fluttering upen.

Jeda smiled and shook her head. "No. I only play guitar and piccilo flute. I do vocals, but not very well." She went to the window and began to play on the flute again, imitating a sparrow. One came and hopped onto the ledge. "Oh, Quinci look! Isn't she adorable?" the plain bronw and tan sparrow raised her head and twittered happily. Jeda played a tune in reply and the little bird hopped boldly onto her shoulder, replying to the tune.

Jeda suddenly threw the bird out the window. A hawk reached out its talons for the bird but got grabbed by an indifferent Jeda. She grabbed its foot and hurled it around in the air, making it dizy before letting it stumble stupidly on the groound, the sparrow had gotten out alive. "Lucky I threw the sparrow out the window. Otherwise this hawk would have had her for lunch. But I like hawks better, they're more my type of bird." She taped its beak shut gently and let it glare at her through golden eyes. "Look feather butt, I know you don't like me for making you dizzy. But unless you stop trying to eat my arm off you can't get your beak untaped." The bird seemed not to like being called feather butt, and squawked indignantly. Jeda poked her tongue out and childishly sat in front of it, having a staring match.

She smiled and shook her head at Quinci. "Nope...he's been stalking me for the past couple of days. Probably because I fed him some mince." she ponders and grins sheepishly. She watched the hawk walk around the room in curiousity.

She laughed and smiled at Quinci. "He's fine. He didn't scare me at all. He saved me from a scary situation." She shuddered and took the tape off the bird's beak. It snapped at her irritably and she grinned before tapping it on the beak in reprimand.

Jeda laughed and stroked the bird of prey on the top of its head. "he isn't that hard to befriend. He is troubled by something...but he won't tell me what." She sighed and got out a little glad-wrapped piece of mince and held it out to the hawk. It clicked interestedly and put its head to the side before gently grabbing the mince in its beak. The hawk held the piece of meat in one taloned foot and began eating the tasty morsel.

Jeda smiled and looked at the bird in a mocking manner. "If a hunter found 'im...he'd be a very big paper weight wouldn't he?" The hawk finnished the meat and waddled over to Nigel and snapped his beak. His golden eyes blinked and he curiously picked at his sneakers (asuming Quinci is wearing sneakers of some description).

Jeda grinned and stretched out a white gloved hand to the bird. He gingerly stepped one foot onto her hand then the other. He kneeded his claws into the smooth leather and she stroked his beak. "Yep, Colorado ain't that bright. You hear that? Your new name is Colorado...not feather butt.You aren't that heavy boy...trust me!" She smiled and clucked soothingly to the golden eyed bird. He just touched his beak to her nose in some kind of mutual agreement and she turned to Quinci. "You wanna pat him?"