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 Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 9:21 am
"It's neither of those things," she said coyly. "It ain't crazy specific, and you ain't said it yet. I am being difficult though."
Now through the door she returned to walking by his side. "Only 'cause I think it's fun. Chel 1, Jack seven thousand."
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 9:31 am
"God." Resting his hands behind his head, Jack sighed. "What haven't I said yet? Pancakes, hashbrowns...yogurt? Don't ******** tell me it's yogurt. Beans, bacon, fruit, cereal...Poptarts?" he asked suddenly, almost hopeful.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 10:59 am
"Bacon's part," she cooed. It was fun watching Jack squirm. "But ya still ain't got the whole picture." Her eyes narrowed and she added, "I ain't no picture of class but you sure as hell did not just imply poptarts is a whole breakfast." She shook her head because she was disappointed in you Jack.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 12:36 pm
Naturally bacon was a part of it. He grumbled but made a note of it. "Sometimes it was in college," Jack said defensively. "If I even ate breakfast. I didn't say poptarts were good." Better than Toaster Strudel. "So, what: Bacon and eggs? Bacon and grits? Oh god, you're Southern, so...mashed potatoes? Fried chicken?" Everything seemed fried down there.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 1:57 pm
"That's like ... Racist but with states. Stateist," Chel babbled. "Not everyone in the south eats like Colonel Sanders is breathin' down their neck," she pouted. "But I do miss hush puppies..." She waved her hand. "'Sides, I moved up to Michigan when I was 13. Most my memories come from there anyways." Her hand met with the door to the pod room, and yet she still talked as though she hadn't reached her destination. Mostly because she was so enraptured with Jack that she hadn't noticed they'd arrived. "No wonder yer so grumpy all the time. You don't eat the most important meal of the day!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 2:13 pm
Second note: hush puppies. Third note: 13, Michigan, same as Leslie. "Coffee gets me by fine. I'm grumpy all the time because I'm surrounded by idiots," he huffed, dropping his arms. "You especially." But there they were at the door, and Jack found himself reluctant to leave. His eyes flickered to the handle. "So...pod duty, you said? Most boring shifts, right? Maybe I should've uploaded some music into that thing after all."
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 4:45 pm
She liked the way "you especially" sounded. Even if it was negative. "Mm?" Chel prompted, equally reluctant as the man standing across from her. "You woulda put some boring classical or some s**t I bet." Chel had Jack (wrongly) pegged for a stuck up classical snob. "I'll still a computer from someone and stick some real music on it tonight." Chel did not have the money or attention span to buy a computer. The TV and the N64 had already cost her buckets of money. No room for something like a computer.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 5:20 pm
His brows raised. "Excuse you. Classical music is only used for when I need concentration," Jack said as a matter of factly. "Otherwise it's some form of rock. Not that you'd care, you're probably the kind that eats up whatever the top hits radio shits out."
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 5:36 pm
Chel blinked a few times. "No I like classic rock ..." It was strange having something in common with Jack when they were so different. "I mean don't get me wrong I love Nikki Minaj and her fine a**, but I like rock more." Strange. Just strange.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 6:07 pm
Jack joined in on the surprised blinking. "Huh. Like what?" he prompted.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 7:29 pm
"Nothing surprising," she said, waving a hand. "ACDC, Motley Crue, Whitesnake- oh Def Leppard too." A smile crossed her face as she recalled many times serenading Chris with a hairbrush when he was upset until he joined in and gave up the pouting. "Cinderella, Rush ..."
She crossed her arms and said, "You'll never guess my favorite." Chel was highly sarcastic because her favorite was .... well ...
It was very obvious.
You can do this Jack.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 7:42 pm
It took a moment because he actually did doubt he could guess it. Then: "...Chelsea."
For a moment it sounded like he was just saying her name with characteristic dryness--especially after having guessed for ages about food. "Is it literally Chelsea?" he asked. "I don't know anything about them, but Dad had LPs of literally everything."
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 8:03 pm
Chel groaned and sagged against Jack's form. "Pink Floyd," was her retort. "Not a bad guess though. Couldn't get into 'em 'cause the name weirded me out."
Although she was leaning against Jack she suddenly bolted up as a clipboard hit her in the back of her head. It made a loud smack, reverberating around the space.
A tiny life man stood behind her, glaring so intensely he might as well have been darkening the room. "If you have time to talk you have time to watch pods!"
Chel rubbed her head with a tiny sniffle, taking the clipboard. "Sorry, sorry." She looked at Jack and said, "I'm thinkin' duty calls." But the look on her face very much suggested she didn't want it to and that she didn't want to go.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 8:19 pm
"Pffff, of course it is." He should have known.
Just as Jack was starting to feel the urge to ruffle her hair, life intervened--semi literally. He curbed the thought and pocketed his hands before any other stray ones could convince him. Though he was mildly upset someone other than him had hit her; that was strictly his domain.
"I guess so, yeah. Hey." The stilted tone from before came back. "Thank for not punching me back there. I know I deserve a few."
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 8:24 pm
The other lifer huffed off, leaving out the door. His shift was over, he did not care.
She thought about Jack's tone quite a bit and it resulted her in her slapping him on the back. "You don't deserve nothin' but to give yourself a break. You're doin' yer best, just like Owain."
She gave Jack a grin and opened her arms. "C'mon bring it in before you gotta go do important person things without me."
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