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The Date is Saturday, January 14th, 2013

The Time is 3:45 P. M.

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The sixteen year-old triple threat couldn't remember the last time he'd be able sleep this late. His body had actually allowed him to sleep until noon! He was usually up by four. Actually he had arisen at four but he hadn't stayed that way very long. He wasn't used to having nothing to do on Saturday evening. Usually Jules' Saturdays would be spent doing work for online college course work, but with all of his usual Advance Placement classes in regular high school, he didn't have anything left to do but await the end of the school year. The end of the school year and his audition for Julliard. He wasn't worried about not getting in, that much was completely obvious. His nickname was derived from what he considered to be a fact, he'd be the first person from this microscopic town to go anywhere in life that mattered. Then people would bother to utter his name correctly. It wasn't that hard to say, his name was Blaise, pronounced BLEZ. How hard was something so simple really? But then again, most of the people in this town were complete idiots and pronounced his name as thought it was some sort of wildfire. A blaze. The different was a subtle one but it ticked him off just the same. Mainly because this pronunciation wasn't correct. He was much too important than to misidentified constantly, at least, he thought so.


He had set his plan to ensure that months before that party that all of the nobody's were still murmuring about. It is amazing the things a smart teenager like himself could come up with a little bit of the right information. Blaise had overheard that filthy Olivia Lowe giving some advice to what had to be a tourist on getting pregnant. The sixteen year old remembers wondering how the hell she was qualified as a divorced, single, mother of one who reportedly had herself sterilized after Tyson was born. The advice as she'd put it strange as it sounded made since in a weird sort of way. Olivia claimed that intensely satisfying encounters inhibit conception. It sounded crazy but he stored it away as potentially useful information anyhow. As he looked over his thirty-seventh version of his personal statement for his destined school, that potentially useful information came back into his head.


He had just needed the right incubator. Blaise had to be very careful about this. His first thought was that he didn't need a girl attached to him that was too outrageous. She had to be someone that his grandparents might actually approve of. Someone they could also see him having dated in secret. No obscure piercings or visible tattoos. In short, an apparently “wholesome” girl. Of course but then he caught himself. If the girl was too wholesome his grandparents might approve too much and do everything they could to ensure this girl was made part of the family. He couldn't have that either. Besides, the homely girls of this school were kinda dumpy looking and he wasn't going to bring himself down with someone like that. He'd considered one of the school's many addicts but he wasn't trying to catch something that could would later come back to ruin his career.


Then he remembered his almost neighbor Lapin. On the outside, almost pretty enough to make him look even better than he already did and a fountain of information to boot. In other ways though, she was such a complete mess that would make an effective pregnancy impossible. She was well versed in maybe things, but didn't believe in merits of modern medicine. Pills were bad because of their chemical properties, in her book. Not just the birth control variety, all of them. It seemed weird then that she would have found her way to party where E was being popped like Altoids. Not that he was complaining, it had been fun. He had been using condoms his entire sex life, so the way that his was with Lapin completely natural, was new to him. It was something he could get used to, so long as he were with a nice clean man. He wouldn't have worry about extra children that way. He was perfectly content to be a father of one, even if that was only for a few brief months. That was good, he would have to remember that for his essay later.


After his shower, he dressed himself and grabbed his cellphone. He saw the envelope indicating he had a text message. A gallery auction in town for Mikayla? It's today. Why didn't the school announce this? Oh, she only as limited electronic tickets for non-bidders. Well, I appreciate the invite, it will be a nice little outing for me...and maybe Jordan? He caught himself, Jordan has been really mopey lately. Blaise figured he had broken things of with whomever he was dating, but it wasn't his place to ask. Jules had never been one for politeness, but he had a respect for Jordan that he rarely gave to any other person. He wasn't sure art would cheer him up but maybe something in gallery could make him smile at least. If he knew that sex would help the situation....but sex had a way of mucking of a friendship, because people were so clingy. It made him sick, so he stayed out of relationships per say. He stuck to casual things with people who'd never tell or people who'd never care. His mutually beneficial friendship with Lilly was an amazing example how well this worked. He guessed Jordan wasn't lucky enough to have one of those, sad...

He responded to Mikki quickly before quickly texting Jordan to possibly wake him up.


[12:30PM ]To: Mikki (Mikayla)
From: Jules (Blaise)
Message: Congrats, my friend, you know I will be there. I know exactly where it is. I will see if can bring a bidder with me too.


[12:32PM]To: JT (Jordan)
From: Jules (Blaise)
Message: Hey, Mikki is the featured artist at the galleries charity auction, I was thinking you wouldn't mind give me a ride if you aren't going to busy around that time. Who I am kidding, you will hanging with me anyways. Getting out of the house will make you feel some much better, I promise. I will by near four and you will have fun yet!


Blaise wasn't good at trying sound upbeat over text. That should have been enough to put a smile on Jordan's face right there. He couldn't go over there right away though, he still had a half shift to pull for his grandparents. Saturdays were they day when it seemed the same forty people crowded to the tiny story to get there hands on calcium rich white clay. In the south, the called it dirt. Psychologist said that people who eat it have Pica syndrome, but such conclusions were based on the socialistic ideal that anything we don't understand must be abnormal. Normality changed with time. Maybe in time, people would not look back and say his action's at the party were wrong. Of course had never much cared for what nobodies liked to think about him.


Speaking of nobodies, he should check on Bunny...no. He noticed if she were pregnant. Her routine would be off, and eventually she'd have to tell him she didn't well...that could be good spin on his essay as well. Wait no, that would make him seem irresponsible...that was no good for him. But she'd have to tell him, to hide from a man his child had to be a karmic sin. Of course Jules didn't waste his time believing in karma. Those who worked hard for it got what they deserved and those that didn't just didn't want it enough. Life was simple as that, what else was there to it?


The three hour shift seemed to pass in twenty minutes and soon his was in route to the large home that belong to the Pierce family. It seemed he had been here more often to see Lilly than her temporary landlord, of course that had changed in the last week or so. He knocked and waited patiently until someone came to door. Waiting never bothered him when he was waiting in doorway.



[OOC: DONE. Awesome post I feel. Outfit's in the character image.




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