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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 9:46 pm
xmedigel Text to Beanstalk: heboughtit.jpg
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 9:58 pm
Quote: Text to C. Craft:Well look at that, you're making progress! So what do you get to do now?
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 10:01 pm
Quote: Text to Beanstalk: ur mom Quote: Text to Beanstalk: cau i come over Quote: Text to Beanstalk: eazier 2 explain
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 10:07 pm
Quote: Text to C. Craft:Ffs really aren't your mom jokes old by now? Quote: Text to C. Craft:But yeah you can come over, just don't mind the mess. Apparently what Jack thought was a mess was a file of mission reports half open on his desk and a collection of sheet music like a bird's nest on and around his bed. He sat in the center of it after unlocking his door, tuning Barbara. Naturally, on the bedside table was a mug of freshly made coffee he was waiting to cool down.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 10:15 pm
Chel hadn't even bothered to stop by her room to drop things off in between her visit to Allan's room and her trek to Jack's. It was just another flight of stairs to go up, and one Chel was in no mood to walk.
She was dressed in something oddly close to formal, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Compliments of Abbi, who had helpd her look somewhat presentable for her talk to Allan. Makeup, of course, was her own doing, but the clothes looked a tad out of place on her. Of course, Chel had done her own accessorizing (there were a few pins and stuns added to the breast-coat pocket), but overall she actually looked ... normal.
It didn't stop her from tugging at the sleeves every once in a while.
She knocked and then entered the room, folders still proudly held in her arms like trophies. It was a bit surprising to see Jack sprawled on the ground like some angsty emo kid, but she couldn't say she found fault with it. "What's this about?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 10:25 pm
"What's what about?" he asked, glancing up over his glasses. Then he stopped plucking for a moment and pushed them up, blinking as he took her in. If he didn't recognize Chel's voice and face past the makeup, he might have almost mistaken her for someone else: between the brown hair, the actually decent attempt to dress up, and the bundle of folders that suggested productivity, she almost could have been. But ultimately the same things drew his gaze and confirmed it for him: those bright blue eyes and the jagged scars by one.
His pause was just one second off, but it might have been as noticeable as a clock skipping its monotonous tick.
"This?" Jack continued, gesturing vaguely around him before raising his usual wry smile. "Just reminding myself why I was part of a cover band and not a real one. Can't write music for ********' s**t."
Placing Barbara on the bed, he got up, dusted himself off, and started clear what papers were also occupying the space. "You look presentable for once."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 10:32 pm
Chel flopped down on the ground, picking up the papers as though she actually understood what the ******** all the squiggles were for. "Wish I coulda been a musician.." She continued trying to decipher it. "Green hair looks good."
Her hand reached up to her ponytail, tugging the hair out of its restraint. Once released she pushed it over to the side, moving it out of her face and tangling it back into the disheveled mess it always was.
"Abbi made me," Chel pouted, still trying to get her hair to stop feeling sorely abused. "But anyways, turns out these things were ********' useless." The folders were dropped unceremoniously over his sheet music, some of the papers sneaking out of the material. "Unless Allan got some freaky superpower, he didn't even look at 'em for a sec."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 10:39 pm
"Yeah, and live a poor a** life unless you stick to an orchestra or manage to be the one in a million a record label bothers to look at."
Jack's knee-jerk reaction to seeing files fall was to naturally fuss over and collect them, throwing Chel an almost scandalized look at their treatment. "Files are never useless," he chided her as he tucked some pages back into place and started to pile them on the bed as well. "I'm surprised you'd toss them out so easily after making Axten write them all for you."
That had been what she told him at least, that she'd borrow her cousin to do the work for her; maybe that was why she didn't hold that much attachment to them. Poor folders.
"So Allan didn't look at them but still gave you the go ahead?" he asked, frowning with some confusion.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 10:48 pm
Chel shot him a searing look and said, "Chris didn't write 'em, I did. He just edited them so Allan wouldn't laugh me out the door." The girl was very confident no one would take her writing seriously.
She let Jack pick up his papers and the files, because they were dead weight to her now. She was slightly proud of them which meant they needed to be buried in a corner where no one would ever discover them.
"Sort of. S'kina why I'm here actually," Chel said, pursing her lips. "I ain't been goin' off the island 'cause ******** if I let anyone babysit me." It was actually more the truth- she told everyone (and perhaps convinced herself) that she couldn't go off island, but it was more so that she didn't want to have to ask anyone to drag her a** off it. Still too naive for that. "Allan said even if I did golem s**t I gotta bring someone with me. Someone from sun though."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 11:08 pm
He raised his brows in place of an "oh" and neatly ordered stacked the rest of the files. Now it made even less sense to him why she'd want to be rid of them. Nudging Barbara, he made room for himself and sat on the bed, plucking the top file up and gesturing with it: May I take a look?
"To be monitored," Jack added, as always needing the full explanation even when it was obvious, if only to verify. "Surprised it's not someone from Death, though I suppose it makes sense you would have to keep someone of your own division. So that leaves you with who...Hale and..." A thought clicked together and his brow furrowed. "You wouldn't be seriously considering Roberts after everything that's happened."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 11:10 pm
She nodded a silent answer at his silent request to view the folders. She really didn't care about most of the information in there. It wasn't personal and none of it would bring harm to the creatures she'd written about. It was merely a display of effort.
His second question was harder to answer. "I am." Quickly followed by, "Which is why I need yer help."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 11:17 pm
"Of course you do." It wasn't said smugly for once; more like conversational acceptance, as easy as saying, "yes, I can drop by to help at so and so hour." If anything, Jack almost looked pleased beneath the I can't believe you think this is even a remotely good idea look.
Pushing his glasses up (an action that was starting to become habitual even when he didn't wear them because ******** his crooked nose sometimes), he opened the file and perused the few notes Chel had made of a creature called Astra. "What did you have in mind?" he asked. "Can I slap him with a power restraining bracelet too? Tell me I can do something like that."
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 11:26 pm
"Only if power restraining bracelet is code for my wedding ring," she responded with a crooked grin. She felt rather clever for that one.
She had yet to visit Ripley in the infirmary, which resulted in her current possession of a rubik's cube in her pocket. It was thus surfaced and she began fiddling with it while he did fiddling of his own. It was quite a sight, Chel in her semi-acceptable look, sitting on the ground spread legged with a rubik's cube. Such an amalgam of presentations.
"You ain't touchin' a hair on his head, and he ain't touchin' any of yours neither." That much she was firm about. "We're just gonna be in golems. Learning about weaknesses and what the ******** ever." She blew out a breath of air to push her bangs out of her face, accompanied by the soft clicking of the cube's squares.
Truthfully she had an ulterior motive in that she wanted to show Evan that not all of Halloween was killer and evil, but that would stay in her mind. She wasn't sure if the bracelet could register audio or not. Everything had to be so suspicious now. "I just want you there to make sure Evan doesn't blow our s**t." It was a gamble, a very risky gamble. "Plus I think it'd be cool just to do it for fun anyways."
Again the bangs were blown out of her face, hands too preoccupied for the motion. "Course that's all provided Evan agrees to it." That was phase two of the plan. She wasn't there yet.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 11:37 pm
"Goddamnit, not the ring again...And you want me to hand it off to someone else!" he complained, snorting. "What kind of ******** fiancee are you? I'm just gonna snatch whatever that big eye, Mordor or whatever, I'll just give you that one and you get to have fun with it."
He studied the few notes Chel had made of the fae, set the folder aside, and began to peruse the rest. Jack didn't bother mentioning she could sit somewhere else if she wanted; Chel just...did whatever she wanted anyway. Like do Rubik's cubes apparently, judging from what he caught in his peripheral. "Well, I'm available regardless of who ends up being your babysitter," he said as he set down Uttam's file and grabbed the next. "I've only been to Halloween once, but it was awful. I suppose I might as well give it another try with a more experienced team." To use the word loosely.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2014 11:43 pm
"Mordor ain't the eye, Mordor's the place. The eye's the eye of Sauron." She was happy to chatter about Lord of the Rings, because it was an easy, safe subject. "This is why we gotta educate your stupid a** on movies."
Click click cli-
"You only been once?" A surprising fact, enough to make her look up for a moment. "Thought you life dudes were all about research?" She shrugged and said, "It's easy stuff, you just gotta listen to your weapon." Tenebrae stirred in her mind, almost a happy noise, but quickly went back to silence.
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