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 Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 1:24 pm
Janice looked for all the world like she was a typical teenager being given a Lesson on Life from a parent (or in this case an older sibling, for Ursula's peace of mind) as the older woman went on. She pitched a brow at the giggling, turning her gaze over for a second to see if she was still alright, but remained pointedly on the task of decorating her own cookies, making it look as if she wasn't listening to a word when it was actually really obvious she was.
She'd finished the toga-cookie by the time Ursula paused to take a look at her handiwork, and had moved on to decorate a second. With this one, she was attempting at mixing together colors to make a muted olive green that was spread over the body of the cookie, before snatching the black tube and using it to fashion hair and what looked like a cap - she followed with the white to draw a little star on it which almost suggested it could be a guardian cat, but it didn't look like any Ursula had seen, and something told her it wasn't anyway.
None of the cookies she was making were very familiar at all, but it could be assumed they held some significance to Janice.
Then, when Ursula was finished with her monologue and waiting for a response, something miraculous happened.
Janice Fitzpatrick sighed. It was short, and stilted, barely audible and mostly hidden, but... it was still there, and she didn't seem to have noticed she'd allowed it to happen.
And,
"I haven't even talked to him in weeks."
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 5:09 am
It was tempting, oh so tempting, to let out a loud ha. It was tempting to point her finger and give the girl the biggest grin that clearly said 'I told you so'. Because she was right. She had pinned her on the boy issue.
But, as Ursula sat there, decorating a Scheelite and Linarite cookie duo (the Linarite one suspiciously looking as though it had a large unibrow and terrible case of icing acne, the Scheelite one with giant girlish eyelashes and an array of rainbow glowsticks), she surprisingly said nothing, taking in the sigh and the eventual confession. It was definitely a breakthrough, in her opinion, for the girl to admit to such, and the news delighted the older woman.
...not that she hadn't expected Janice to confess, of course.
"That's easy to fix, you know," came her own delayed response, not even taking a moment to glance up and eye the other girl. She gingerly picked up the fifth cookie from the rack as well as the orange icing tube. "Unless... there's another reason you haven't spoken in weeks? You know, besides your own stubbornness."
The knife she'd been using to spread the icing had been replaced with a toothpick, Ursula choosing to be unusually picky when it came to decorating this particular cookie. It didn't take long to figure out who this cookie personified, from the orange eyes and hair down to what could be assumed to be an accentuated chest in a dark black icing dress.
A few more minutes passed and as she put the finishing touches on the Ursula cookie and placed it directly next to the Charonite cookie, she finally looked up towards her assistant. "Whatever the case is, though, I'm fairly certain there's some way to patch things up.... if that's your concern?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 6:53 pm
The silence was a welcome reprieve from Ursula's chiding and monologuing. During that moment Janice was allowed to sit and stew in her own thoughts, not necessarily coming to any conclusions but grateful she could examine them and turn them over without any noise from the outside world trying to bring her to a certain interpretation. But it was still unpleasant, allowing herself to think about these things, when she'd wanted to keep them shoved in the back of her mind until they rotted away into nothing.
She'd thought such things would get in her way, make her lose control of her life. But, damn it all, Ursula had to go and have a good point.
Janice finally rolled her murky-colored eyes over to meet with Ursula's, and for a moment exchanged a look -- they had always been fairly amicable with each other during Princess Nia rehearsals, shared tastes in tea, cackled about certain students behind their backs. But now their relationship had been cemented even further with a new degree of respect. This conversation had been meaningful, productive even; Ursula had gotten Janice to change her views on something, and Janice had responded by revealing a small window in the thick walls she tended to carry around herself.
Instead of answering the woman's question, she put the finishing touches on another cookie and asked, "Do you have a box you're not using?"
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