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 Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2012 3:40 pm
Jett had long since gotten used to his boss meandering in and telling him to help get ‘a few boxes’ out of his truck. He wouldn’t have minded if it were as simple as just a few boxes. He was a healthy, fit, strong young man and his boss was a stoutly gentleman with aging bones and a belly that always seemed to get in his way, so helping with the manual labor wasn’t any skin off his back.
Until he realized that a ‘few boxes’ meant upwards of twenty.
The first time it had happened, he’d been exhausted, but that was years ago—when he was younger and smaller. Now, as opposed to the hour it might have taken him, he was done in a few short minutes. Most of the boxes were put in the storage room, however he’d left a few in his boss’s office so that the man could start appraising the pieces.
Jett wasn’t useless when it came to appraising and, in fact, always enjoyed estimating the price of a piece. He’d been around for long enough that he no longer needed supervision before labeling a price, though more than not he’d still drift into his boss’s office for clarification if something was too obscure. Today, the shop was running relatively slow; he’d snagged a box from the load and kept it with him in the store. Sitting at the counter, he had a few books next to him and the computer already open to several tabs as he set about identifying and pricing what pieces he wasn’t already familiar with. It was days like this that he got to be excited about his job—when he got to go through old belongings and donations and find out if they were valuable or garbage.
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 12:34 am
She wasn’t happy. Boycotting Star Wars wasn’t just making Millicent Lafeu unhappy, why, it was making her downright miserable!
The redhead had gone into town, and then went straight to the Antique store where she had first met Jett. She opened the door with a flourish, then let it slam closed behind her. “Jett? Jett? Where are you? We need to talk now. I need your help. You see,” She glanced around the shop, looking for him, then continued on with her story. If he wasn’t here, then she would find him somewhere else, but the story had to be shared quickly.
“Jett I was reading the last book in the one series of the Star Wars books, and Jett. Jett. Jaina killed Jacen! Jett that’s terrible! Jacen went evil, and then his own sister killed him! She killed him in order to save the world, Jett!”
Millie gave a very loud sigh, still making her way to the desk, then flopped against it. “I’m never going to read or watch or play Star Wars again, Jett. It’s all over for me…life as I know it…it’s all over!” The child put her hands over her eyes, then moved them downwards, stretching the skin and making a disgruntled noise. “What am I gonna do with myself now, Jett? I have no purpose!”
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Posted: Thu Sep 27, 2012 12:44 pm
Jett lowered the book he'd just been glancing at and peeled off his glasses, looking at Millicent with an exceptionally unimpressed expression. The door slamming was classic Millie, as he'd come to know—not necessarily because she was always meaning to slam it, she just had too much energy.
This seemed to be intentional though, and Jett looked at the girl as she rambled to him. He had never heard someone use his name so many times in what was practically a single breath of air. "Pretty sure you still have plenty of purpose," he noted, perhaps not entirely understanding the gravity of the situation at hand. "Why stop all together? You enjoyed them. You shouldn't give it all up." A Millie without Star Wars wasn't much of a Millie at all. "What happens if he comes back from the dead as a good guy or something? You wouldn't even know it."
Did they even do that in Star Wars?
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 12:29 pm
Millie shook her head, her hair flopping around her face. “Jett, things like that don’t happen. Do they happen in real life? No! Then why would they happen in Star Wars! Star Wars is real life, man, don’t you know that? I mean, I’m a real Jedi! It’s real! If I got killed, or if I killed you because you went to the dark side, you wouldn’t just…you wouldn’t just you know. It wouldn’t be all like, SURPRISE!” She waved her hands frantically in the air to prove her point. “Surprise, you’re alive again! Wahoo! No! Life isn’t like that, Jett. Jett, I’m miserable. I’m done. I can’t even.”
The redhead pivoted on her toe and did a sweep of the floor around her, before falling backwards, letting her tongue lull out. “I’m dead. I’m forever dead. Life holds no purpose. Go on without me. Give the best to my mom.”
Her hand flopped over her head and her other sprawled out beside her. She gave a heavy sigh and opened one eye, looking back at the blonde.
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 5:21 pm
In the time Millicent had given her dramatic speech, Jett had shifted position and propped his elbow up on the counter. His chin was nestled comfortably in his open palm and he looked down his nose at the girl on the floor.
"I suspect your mother would be just devastated with that Millie. Get up from down there, what if someone comes in? No one will shop here if we've got dead little girls lying about like rugs. Come on," he said, pushing himself up and away from the counter; he walked around it and made his way to her, crouching a bit and extending a hand to help her up. "We'll go get a burger or something, stop in the pet store and look at some fish or puppies or something. It'll cheer you right up. We can find something else for you to get interested in. Maybe you'd like boxing, hmm?" No, Millicent wouldn't look very good with a broken nose and black eye, and honestly the thought of someone trying to throw a punch at the girl made Jett feel rather protective.
"…No, well. What about Star Trek, that's like Star Wars, isn't it? You could get into that?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 12:36 pm
She opened an eye and looked at him, giving a dramatic sigh, then taking his hand, standing up and brushing herself off. “I do like food, Jett. We can go get food. She laughed at him when he mentioned boxing, still working to get the dust out of her hair and off of her clothes, but she paused when he mentioned such a foul thing as Star Trek.
The girl bristled and she looked at Jett, giving a horrified look. “I’m not that desperate! Jett…how could you even suggest something like that?” Her face showed a look of absolute heartbreak, and she swallowed. “I’m not a traitor! Jett, you’re a monster! How could you suggest…I’m…that’s just terrible! That would be like me…like me…” She searched around for something terrible that would equate to this suggestion, but there wasn’t anything that seemed bad enough to use!
“That would be like me jumping off of a building or something! That’s just terrible!”
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 12:59 pm
"Ah," he said, apparently still not quite understanding the severity of his words. "…All right, all right. No Star Trek. Don't give me that look, you look like I just kicked a puppy. I was just trying to help."
So screw him if he didn't know the difference—what was the big deal? They both took place in space, both had 'star' in their name—hell, they both probably had aliens and lightsabers, for all he knew.
"I'll stop trying to suggest something new, we can just go get lunch and you can continue telling me how miserable you are. But, I have to ask—what are you going to do if you don't have Star Wars?"
That thing was like, her life, after all. He even subjected himself to asking, "Who's gonna teach me the rest of the lightsaber forms if you quit?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 12:06 pm
Millie gave yet another sigh. “You don’t even like the lightsaber forms…you don’t practice at all. You think I’m just childish and silly! Jett! You secretly hate me! You hate me!” She slumped to the floor again, hands over her eyes. “I don’t even think I’m hungry anymore, Jett. I just don’t think I’m hungry. You did just kill a puppy. Maybe even six puppies. Nobody likes Star Trek, nobody who is a good person, at least.”
So now she was back on the floor…well…he could deal with it. Maybe he would just drag her out of the shop. “Just throw me out, Jett. I’m not even old enough to be an Antique yet. My old love for Star Wars isn’t old enough to be an Antique yet…I just…I give up. It’s all too much.”
The redhead let out the loudest, most dramatic sigh she could muster, flopping for a few moments like a fish.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 11:22 pm
"Hey, now," Jett said, frowning heavily. "I wouldn't kill a puppy. I love dogs," he grumbled, though couldn't very well leave Millicent lying there on the floor like that. If a customer came in—well. He wasn't exactly looking forward to explaining that.
He walked around the counter, moving to kneel next to Millie. One brow quirked, he poked her in the cheek. "I don't think you're childish and silly, and if I hated you, I would have chased you out of here with one of those lightsabers a long time ago. And I do practice. Just not when you're not around," he answered, at least honest about that much. "Stop being so depressed, Millie. It's not like you. Come on. I know you're upset about Jacen, but you've gotta move on. Learn from his mistakes, it'll make you stronger. Besides—who else but you is going to teach everyone all those important things that Star Wars teaches you?"
He retracted his hand from her face and just remained crouching next to her. "Quitting is just like letting the dark side win, isn't it?"
Maybe he wasn't the best with words. Charming someone? No problem. Consoling a little girl who had just abandoned her fandom?
That wasn't exactly a situation he knew how to handle.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 1:33 pm
She looked up at him and sighed. “It doesn’t matter if you like dogs, you still just totally caused a puppy to die just then…And…” The girl pouted, though grew quiet as he spoke. He was right, he really was. She had to continue to carry on her training of everyone…because if she didn’t, then nobody would end up doing it. She had to continue to be that Jedi Master…and she had to make sure all of her padawans stayed safe in everything they did.
Finally Millie nodded. “You’re right, Jett. It is like letting the Dark Side win…I’ll never let that happen…so…” She hugged him tightly then gave a little smile. “You have to keep practicing your lightsaber forms for me…and…and I’ll try and not let Jacen’s death make me too sad…I just…How could he have let his Dark Side win? He was supposed to be a hero…a Jedi…not become an evil Sith lord…I don’t get how people can just be so bad…”
The girl pulled away then stood up. “Anyway. I should go home now and get my Star Wars stuff out of the closet….My room seems so empty without it…I’ll see you later okay, Jett?”
She walked to the door then just paused, giving a smile. “Thanks for everything…you’re my very best friend!” Millie darted outside after that, wanting to get her things out of that terrible box…then to start planning a new training schedule for all of her padawans. She had to be the best Jedi Master ever.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 2:21 pm
Jett hadn't been particularly convinced that any of that was going to work, but as Millicent picked herself up off the ground, he found himself rather glad it had. Millicent without Star Wars was just so obviously wrong. He wasn't totally sure how he ought to feel that a kid her age considered him her best friend, but—hey. If she was out of her funk, he didn't see any reason to make a stink about it.
He shook her head when she was gone, and released a half hearted scoff at the idea of practicing lightsaber forms. Naturally, he hadn't understood her compassion for the death of a fictional character, but she was a little girl, and little girls were weird.
On the bright side, at least she was happy—and hadn't come in demanding food this time.
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