(I'm not sure if you are the same Guest, it's likely but just to be safe I'm separating the replies. If you logged on and reviewed I PMed a reply :] )
weapons(Guest) - That's great! I'm glad it caught your attention. I know it sounds kinda cliche, but it's quite gravitating! Hope you continue to read on.
straight(Guest) - I won't push I think the key to enjoying this story is to be open-minded. Arrow's interest in girls is another reason why she is different from all the other OC's Jack falls for, in my opinion. You never know, anything could happen... :]
A snowstorm fell on top of the remaining guardians. Jack raised a tantrum. "Why were you eavesdropping?!"
"Whoa, mate, settle down. It was not like you said anything you wanted no one to hear – did you?"
"No, but what if?! What if? Dammit, there's a reason why we didn't just have that conversation in the middle of your workshop, North! Do any of you know of such thing called privacy?"
"Jack, er - please listen to me. We are only trying to help you. I only brought this up because I thought you would – you would like to know what the Eternal Vow is!" North stuttered, unable to defend himself.
All was silent except for the faint whistle of the wind. While Tooth and her baby fairies hid behind the scene, the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus hovered over Jack Frost, but the winter guardian feared them not. Surely they were larger, and more muscular – way more muscular than Jack, the teenage boy knew he could freeze them to death in just a few seconds. Good thing he can tolerate with them. Neither of the two knew what to say. Jack knew it was wrong to yell at North, it was all because of impulse. It's always because of impulse. He can never control his emotions. Maybe the Man in the Moon made the wrong choice. Jack Frost is supposed to be childhood guardian who brought winter winds, snowfalls, and, obviously, frost loved by children. Instead, he's an angst-y, emotional, cocky, teenage immortal who should be in college yet here he is playing with kids and that's exactly what what he'll be doing for eternity. Is that even normal? Is this what he has been destined to do since the beginning, ever since he was Jackson Frost? Because it sure as hell sounded like a miserable life.
Unique snowflakes floated down, reaching for a spot to land on. One landed back on his staff. His staff. What made his staff so special? Besides the fact he saved his sister with it. He traded his sister's safety with his life. Was it worth it? Of course it was. He's rather die himself than watch his sister die. That must have been the worst moment in her life; having to watch her brother drop into the freezing pond and there was nothing she could do to rescue him without dying herself in the process. Did she kneel on the ice crying for him to come back? She must have. She couldn't have just walked away. Jack was several feet below the surface; he doubted anyone from the village had the courage to look for him. When did she drag herself up after crying for who knows how long? What did she tell mother when she asked where he was? How did his mother react? Sometimes Jack wished he just turned into a ghost, instead of a spirit which the Man in the Moon chose. Actually, he always wished that. If he were a ghost, he would have the answer to all these questions.
A warm hand pressed on his shoulder reminded him where he was. The white-haired teen shook his thoughts out of his head , but North could tell something was bugging him. "If you want to say something, you can."
Jack contemplated this for a second. "No, even if I did tell you, there's nothing you can do about it. No offense." There really wasn't. It's not like he could jump into the middle of the road and end his life like that. He'd have to be visible for the driver to hit him. And barely any children outside of Burgess believe in Jack Frost. A shiver ran down his spine. A shiver of eternal loneliness. It wasn't like he was alone, he's got the guardians, Jamie and Sophie. However, there is not one single person existing on planet Earth who would take their time to hear out his problems. The winter spirit bet on that.
Now's not the right time to have these thoughts. Hell, it's not even the right place. Jack kept travelling into the back of his mind; that was a habit of his. Then he'll have to ask the person to repeat what they were saying. That's why he sucks at multitasking. See? Guess where he just was? In the back of his mind.
"Sorry, did any of you say anything? I wasn't listening," he innocently admitted and glanced up at North. Frustration. He shifted his eyes to Bunnymund. Clear annoyance. Tooth fluttered her wings and frowned. The young guardian was about to search for Baby Tooth when a sharp needle poked him on the cheek. "Ow," he muttered.
"Jack, my friend, you should – uh – start – Baby Tooth stop! – paying closer attention to your surroundings." While the jolly old man was speaking Tooth's duplicate kept pecking at him and squeaking.
"Hey, hey, hey, she's looking out for me! Don't be so harsh on her," Jack protested, but his heart wasn't into it. The boy only felt the need to say it because Baby Tooth is the closest thing he had for his own guardian.
At this point he's in the back of his mind again. The guardians were discussing some important matters. Well they were trying to but Tooth always had to pause mid-sentence to scold Baby Tooth. None of them even gave attention to Jack. Maybe they got tired of him. "Wind, take me home," he whispered. Again, no reaction. Not even the cold breeze hinted anything. The guardians minus Sandy continued their conversation as if nothing happened. It was almost like he physically existed, but was invisible to everyone's eye. Well, there will always be one kid he can count on if he wanted to be seen. It's about to be a long flight, the winter spirit thought to himself.
It only took a few seconds for Arrow to notice the change in direction the petit snowflakes flew though.
Alright guys, I think I'm gonna try and create Arrow on the Sims 2 just so you guys can get a visual of her :]