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Post by Jude Dorrian on Nov 29, 2007 21:10:45 GMT
"Definitely," Jude said, taking his cue to grab Tameron at the scruff of the neck. "Y'all are just being stupid now..."
"Stupid?!" hissed Tameron, wriggling free of his grasp. "Stupid?!"
"Her more than you!" Jude interjected quickly, skirting around the table to join Steve, hoping he would take the signal to get up and run.
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Post by Macy Deltine on Dec 1, 2007 15:04:41 GMT
Steve looked at Anke, trying to catch her eye. She finally turned around to him. "What?" She asked quickly.
"It's just, this is silly. Come on, Anke, you're better than this."
"I know I am, but she isn't. She insulted me, and I'm not going to let her get away with it." Her soft Irish accent had turned into a hiss in his ears.
"Augh, come on, just let it go." He said this, and she raised her eyebrows and turned to Tameron.
"Okay, Dorrian, I'll give you one chance. Take back what you said about me, and I won't make your life a living hell. Okay?" Anke said, clasping her hands together.
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Post by Jude Dorrian on Dec 1, 2007 15:10:19 GMT
Tameron raised an eyebrow. "Sure, I'll take it back. I'm sorry about her, Steve," she addressed him now. "It's hard being bothered by ignorant people who clearly can't accept the truth."
Jude went around again to Tameron, placing a warning hand on her shoulder. He half-expected her to shrug it off, but she seemed to accept it. She sat back down calmly, picking her fork up once more with her right hand, and beginning to eat in silence.
Jude hovered for a couple more seconds, before finally sinking back down and sitting there. Anke was still hanging around, so he decided to humor her.
"So... Anke," he said calmly, glad that peace was now restored for the time being. "Tell us a bit about yourself."
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Post by Macy Deltine on Dec 1, 2007 15:21:20 GMT
Steve watched as Anke, as she looked Jude up and down. He could feel that she wouldn't let them off that easily. And he could feel her play along with it all.
"Well, I was born in Galway, but I lived in Letterkenny in Donegal. My dad repairs cars, and me mum makes jewelry and sells it at the market. I've got one older brother, but he doesn't have powers. What about you two?" She asked, after giving a short history of her family.
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Post by Jude Dorrian on Dec 1, 2007 15:28:29 GMT
"Our mom died when I was a baby," Tameron chipped in happily, and as per usual, Jude winced at the forwardness of her recount of their past. "And our dad never cared. Jude wasted his childhood trying to keep me happy- and we were- 'til Billy got himself killed. So we got landed in an orphanage and we hate it there, but oh well."
"Gee, the Texas joy," grumbled Jude, determinedly staring at his plate.
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Post by Macy Deltine on Dec 1, 2007 15:42:44 GMT
Anke was silent, listening to their story. When they were finished, she turned around to Steve. He had never really told her about his past, it seemed. He rolled his eyes, and she seemed very interested how a boy from Yonkers grew up.
"Me? Oh, em, well, my mom is an artist, and my dad never really had a full job, just things here and there. My mom was taken to a mental home in Jersey a few years ago, because she had a breakdown, and my dad's a herion addict, and he got sent to jail and I had to live with my uncle. Everyone would hit me, except my mom." He said, and felt his hair go jet-black.
"Is that why you're so good at art?" Anke asked him.
"Wha-? Oh, um, yes." He said, feeling slightly confused at her question, after saying how people would hit him.
"You should see his stuff, it's amazing. He's teaching me how to draw." She said, and Steve could feel a hint of smugness.
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Post by Jude Dorrian on Dec 1, 2007 15:46:00 GMT
"Cool," Jude said happily. "Sometimes I think I can draw. Sometimes I don't. To be honest, I'd rather stick to riding."
"Oh, Steve!" Tameron cooed, annoyingly. "That's so sad! But I didn't know you can draw! I bet you're really talented! Will you show me sometime?"
Jude couldn't honestly say whether Tameron was asking Steve this to rub it in their face that she'd seen the novelty 'Bonkers from Yonkers' gallery, or whether it was to annoy Anke.
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Post by Macy Deltine on Dec 1, 2007 16:06:14 GMT
"Yeah, sure. Actually, I've some stuff on me at the moment." He said, bending down and picking up his bag. He opened it, and took out one of his art pad. "Here." He said, handing it to Tameron. He started talking, while she as looking at it. "That one there is my mom, and so is that one, that one is of Macy Deltine's cat, Gypsy. And, eh, the next one is of Macy." He said, looking at the picture he did of Macy. He was pleased with that one...maybe he should give it to her...
He thought about her, but was snapped out of concentrartion by Anke. "Aw, can you do one of me sometime?" She said, looking at him.
"Em, yeah, sometime. So, um, are they alright?" He asked Tameron.
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Post by Jude Dorrian on Dec 1, 2007 16:56:52 GMT
"They're really good!" Tameron cried, shoving the picture of Macy at Jude. "Look at it! Isn't it good?"
Jude was quite startled to see a charcoal Macy smiling back at him- that keen intelligence captured flawlessly in her eyes. It struck him that Steve would've have to have cared a lot, and to have had a lot of patience to put this much work into a picture.
"They are," Jude said softly, examining it. "You made her look really beautiful."
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Post by Macy Deltine on Dec 1, 2007 17:51:21 GMT
I didn't have to make her look beautiful.
"Um, yeah, thanks." He said, looking at it. "So, you said you like to ride horses?" He asked Jude, trying to get the attention off of his self. "I've never been, I don't think I'd be good at it, though." He said, frowning. "My family are known for Italian food, a history of apparent connectins with the mafia, and people shouting at each other. Horse riding never really fell under those catagories." He said, looking at the table.
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Post by Jude Dorrian on Dec 1, 2007 17:55:32 GMT
"I was taught by this real nice gal called Jill," Jude told him, smiling. "Macy's a really good rider- but she doesn't enjoy it very much."
"How come you never let me meet Jill?" Tameron asked him suddenly.
Because she was mine.
He shrugged. "Never thought to."
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Post by Macy Deltine on Dec 1, 2007 18:17:00 GMT
Steve sighed, as Jude and Tameron talked. Anke hadn't said anything in a while, and he looked up, but found that she was gone. He took a deep breath, and looked back over to the two of them. He then looked around the dining hall, and it seemed most people had gone, probably up to the common room, where most people went after dinner. "Should we start to go?" He asked them, still looking around. He hated when everybody was leaving, it was as if they were all leaving him, and if he didn't hurry up, they'd all go with out him. He took his art pad back, and put it back into his satchel. "I don't think I'd be able to eat for the next week." He said, rubbing his stomach. "I think I'm going to meet Macy soon, to go over my homework. I'll see you two around, then. Happy Thanksgiving!"
He pushed in his chair, and began to walk out of the room. His hair was fading back to it's normal green, and everything seemed good.
He looked back around to Jude and Tameron. "Bye!" He called over to them, and he left the room, and headed for the stairs.
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Post by Jude Dorrian on Dec 1, 2007 19:11:13 GMT
"Bye, Steve!" Tameron called somberly, then rounded back on Jude. "Tell me why. I always asked."
"You keep your secrets, I'll keep mine, yeah?" he grumbled, getting up. His stomach felt strangely bloated. Had he really eaten that much?!
"Jill wasn't a secret. I don't understand. Jude, I-"
He shook his head, covering his ears. "Tameron, leave me be. I have to go barf."
It was scary how close he actually came to forfilling that particular prophecy!
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