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Post by Will Wright on Dec 19, 2007 19:01:04 GMT
Will touched the flower with her forfinger and a brilliant sunshine yellow emitted and gave warmth to the flower. Roses always were beautiful in her eyes.
"Another five beds to go," she sighed.
She pruned the rosses and tended to the bushes with care. She saw a bed of wild flowers and went over to them.
"I wonder if I could..." she checked carefully around her. No one was there. She then carefully made a fist and summoned her powers of molecular combustion and fire and destroyed them. Behind the wild thorns and everything else was one of the most beautiful flowers she had ever seen.
Marigold.
But they were looking poorly.
"Poor things, I'll clean you up. Now where did I put that water?" as she cut the wild weeds and leaves around them a watering can bussied itself with watering and feeding them.
"A touch of heat annnd, a perfect end result!" she got up and smiled.
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Post by Jack Trove on Dec 19, 2007 19:28:23 GMT
"De, ne ne ne, deee ne- can't touch this- DE NE NE NE- NE neeee CAN'T TOUCH THIS- my, my, my, my music hits me so hard
Makes me say oh my Lord- blah blah blah, blah blah blah, fast forward and DE NE NE NE NEEE NE- Can't touch this!"
Apparently, Jack's iPod was blasting in his ear, and Jack was dancing.
Break... dancing...?
Why he was break dancing, he did not quite understand, but he did know that he was having a good time.
Until, that is...
"Awh, crap!"
Jack slipped forward, his clown feet skidding and slipping comically across the icy ground of the gardens. He ended up flat on his butt, cursing wildly, and struggling back up to his feet. Still muttering darkly, he leaned this way and that, inspecting the damage.
Then his eyes fell on his iPod.
His... broken iPod.
Poor MC Hammer.
"Awh, Christ..." he closed his eyes, biting his lip. "What the hell I ever do to you?"
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Post by Will Wright on Dec 19, 2007 19:45:00 GMT
"What the hell have I ever do to you?"
Will smiled. Anyone who knew him would recognise it instantly.
"What happened Jack?" Will called but didn't turn around.
Something funny probs.
She carried on with her caring for...plants.
Yay, let's care for plants, whoop whoop!
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Post by Jack Trove on Dec 19, 2007 19:51:05 GMT
"Freaking thing died on me!" Jack said in disgust, tossing the iPod to the ground and in one swift movement, crushed it into dust.
Eyes blazing, he turned around to see Will... gardening.
Will was gardening.
He chuckled. "Why are you doing that, exactly?"
Oh, politely, of course. He could do the polite thing pretty well.
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Post by Will Wright on Dec 19, 2007 19:57:13 GMT
"Oh sweet naive Jack, what am I the head of?" Will asked sweetly.
"The Carers,"
"And what do the Carers do?"
"Care...for things?"
"Right, things include, animals, people and unfortunately for me...gardening," she said darkly.
She dumped more soil on the bed and put some fertiliser with it.
"Wanna help? I'll fix your IPod for ya?" Will looked at him desperately.
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Post by Jack Trove on Dec 20, 2007 17:25:29 GMT
"Crushed into dust," Jack pointed out dully, cocking his thumb back at the dead iPod. He should probably pick that up. Thou shalt not litter and all that...
But... then again...
"Why not just make another Carer do that?" Jack sighed, folding his arms as he watched Will work. "Maddie would probably get me to do it if it were a Warrior thing. She's a real slave driver. I guess you're not that bad, huh?"
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Post by Will Wright on Dec 20, 2007 17:34:36 GMT
Will let out a guilty laugh.
"Yeah, not that bad that all my group sort of complained that I haven't even tended to any of the gardens since I got here. So I've made a deal with them," Will sighed and got to her feet.
She was wearing slightly baggy and torn at the knees jeans and a loose white top.
"So, how is....sports?" Will asked vaguely as she went over to his IPod and lifted it. She skimmed her hand over it and when it was in full view again, only part of it had been mended.
"I tried,"
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Post by Jack Trove on Dec 20, 2007 17:39:04 GMT
Jack raised an eyebrow, taking his 'healed' iPod from her. "No point, Will."
And he proceeded to crush it into dust again.
"Sports is snowy, so it's kinda' crap," Jack sighed, hooking his thumbs in his pockets. "Don't do many snow sports- probably a bit of snowboarding- and of course that ice hockey thing's coming up soon, isn't it?"
'Course it was. He knew that. It just seemed polite to say it to her.
He added, "Just checking."
Seemed appropriate too.
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Post by Will Wright on Dec 20, 2007 17:44:27 GMT
"Yeah, can't wait. I did snow sports all the time, snowboarding, skiing, rings, you name it. It was great Craic!" Will laughed.
She went and sat down on a bech and put her hoody on.
"Tis a bit cold, itsn't it?" she asked.
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Post by Jack Trove on Dec 20, 2007 17:48:01 GMT
"Only a little," Jack smiled, thinking of the back of his frozen, snow spattered trousers sadly. "Still, snow's alright, ain't it? Snowball fights are always great... craic? Good word. Apparently it's an English one. How's it that you know so much English?"
He'd become used to her German accent now- only really noticing it when she spoke her 'w's.
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Post by Will Wright on Dec 20, 2007 22:06:28 GMT
"Oh I have my ways," Will tapped her nose.
She wasn't going to give her secret away now, was she?
"Anyways, would you prefer if I talked in German, cause I will you know?" Will smiled sweetly.
She knew how much Jack hated languages.
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Post by Jack Trove on Dec 23, 2007 21:20:54 GMT
He winced. "Not funny."
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Post by Will Wright on Dec 23, 2007 21:39:51 GMT
Will smiled.
"I was joking," she went over to Jack and patted his arm softly.
"Have you done something new with yourself? You look....different," she said her hand brsuhing his chin. She stepped back and twirled.
Laughing.
For no reason.
What so ever.
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Post by Jack Trove on Dec 24, 2007 17:18:21 GMT
Her giggle unnerved him slightly; his skin left tingling where she'd touched him.
"What would I have done to myself?"
Brian and Mike hadn't attacked him during the night with scissors again, had they? When Jack had woken up bald last time, heads had very nearly rolled. His hands rose tentatively to his head, but his thick, brown bristles were still there.
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Post by Will Wright on Dec 24, 2007 17:25:48 GMT
"I don't know, you just look...different as I said before," Will eyed him.
The hottie.
Bad Will. He's Olivia's.
Shudders ran throughout her as the name swirled in her head.
"You know who I haven't seen much of?...and I'm glad don't get me wrong but I haven't see Ryder, around much," Will said out loud. She tended to share her thoughts out loud.
Old habits never change.
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