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Post by Jack Trove on Jun 9, 2008 18:59:18 GMT
"I know," Jack sighed, stretching. "I know I should leave it. There's boundaries, right?"
He enjoyed crossing them far too often too.
Every single one.
"I don't know how much Russ minds," he pointed out.
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Post by Olivia Skye on Jun 9, 2008 19:08:48 GMT
Olivia had to laugh at that. "I don't think Russ would mind very much at all, to be honest. He's got half of the female population of the school hanging on to his every word; I'm not sure he's even noticed."
Ah, Russ... even if he was Madeleine's cousin, you really couldn't blame her in the slightest...
Not that she'd ever admit that aloud, though!
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Post by Jack Trove on Jun 15, 2008 14:20:31 GMT
Jack shifted a little uncomfortably at that one.
"Half?"
He preferred to think it was more like a quarter. A fifth.
Maybe a tenth?
"I do it more to get to Madeleine anyway," Jack decided.
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Post by Olivia Skye on Jun 15, 2008 21:26:33 GMT
"More than half? I don't know," she laughed, shrugging. "And it would get to Madeleine more so than Russ - after, he's her 'skeleton in the closet'. From what I know so far of Russ, he doesn't bother closeting his skeletons."
Shameless, Madeleine called him. In a way, Olivia admired him. He kept nothing hidden, he was completely open - a quality that a lot of people could do with.
But on a more pressing topic, this talking about other people really wasn't like Olivia and Jack. Hopefully this would pass soon...
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Post by Jack Trove on Jun 16, 2008 19:25:16 GMT
More than- ?!
No. She was just being mean to him now. Jack nodded at the skeleton thing instead, wondering at the oddness of that particular metaphor.
Skeleton... made Russ sound 'bout as skinny as an emo. Except he was certain Russ would resent that particular comparison. As would Jack.
... he should try it on him, sometime.
"Honest bloke, I s'pose," Jack shrugged.
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Post by Olivia Skye on Jun 17, 2008 17:28:34 GMT
"Hmm," she agreed. "Decent guy - most of the time."
Stress on the most. He'd proved that he could be a little bit of a prick at times - he seemed to get through girls like a cat gets through litter, even though he hadn't been in the school for very long at all...
They didn't seem to mind, though. Russ provided a darker magnetism for the girls that was nowhere else in the school.
Olivia was sure that they wouldn't be quite so forgiving in a while, though.
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Post by Jack Trove on Jun 17, 2008 20:36:12 GMT
"Er, yeah."
...
Well, this conversation had fizzled out faster than a firecracker.
Jack pulled a face, moving his arm away from Olivia and shifting slightly to the side. He fidgeted for a couple of seconds; a lose thread on his jacket suddenly becoming far more interesting to him than it ever had before. He waited a little longer, before giving it a good tug, and ripping it away from his sleeve.
Fun.
Hmm.
Maybe if they made out that'd get them talking.
... or... well...
Doing something other than just sitting, at least.
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Post by Olivia Skye on Jun 22, 2008 17:31:17 GMT
He moved his arm away, and Olivia wondered when she’d stopped caring when that happened. Before, if he’d moved away from her, she’d have charmed him back quickly, but recently, she’d just stopped bothering. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him there, it was just…
Well, she didn’t know.
“Yeah,” she repeated, with a small sigh.
Strike up the conversation, come on.
“So what are you doing this afternoon?”
… oh, clever.
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Post by Jack Trove on Jun 22, 2008 17:40:14 GMT
"I'll probably go for a swim in the lake," Jack mused, looking skywards. "It's nice enough weather, ain't it? Y'know, for a swim."
He hadn't been swimming in ages. It was either that, or...
No. What would be the point? Girls held grudges for years and years. Even if he did find her, he'd never get her to talk to him.
Even if he missed her.
"What about you?"
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Post by Olivia Skye on Jun 22, 2008 18:22:44 GMT
"Duty," Olivia answered glumly. "It's such a nice day, as well, and I get to sit and disinfect things and deal with first-years who can't shape-shift properly."
Florence Nightingale would really hate Olivia.
"Usually there's some satisfaction from cleaning the equipment, but not when it's sunny. When the second-years who never do anything in the ward aren't on duty as well, it just reminds you that there is no God."
It wasn't fair. Those second-years really never did anything, except poke at machines and disturb sleeping patients. And then there was Caryn... eugh. Stupid girl. Olivia had thought that she might have learned her lesson after sniffing that Lysol, but no... Why they were even allowed to be Carers, she really wasn't sure.
"At least one of us gets to have fun," she added, with a sigh and a deliberately self-sacrificing smile.
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Post by Jack Trove on Jun 22, 2008 18:35:26 GMT
Jack had the feeling he was meant to respond to that somehow... like... making some kind of noise of sympathy; or kissing her, or something. But he wasn't really sure of what to do, 'cause if he did do something it would be... robotic. Wooden. It wouldn't work.
Goddammit! None of this was working! Why the hell had they even bothered to meet up in the first place? Why the hell didn't he just leave now, and go find Sophie?
At least they would have something to talk about, even if it was just arguing.
But something, somehow, somewhere in his head made him sit still, and wait.
Almost like there was actually any hope for this date left.
"That's too bad," Jack said stiffly.
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Post by Olivia Skye on Jun 22, 2008 18:56:25 GMT
"It is too bad," she said, with a sigh that had nothing to do with her shift.
Somewhere above her, birds were twittering. Dámn birds. Olivia was good with most animals, but something about birds just annoyed her. Maybe it was growing up with the rabid pigeons that stalked the streets of London spitting disease and eating cats, but she just didn't like birds.
Especially ones that tweeted happily when there was nothing to twitter happily about.
Olivia sighed once more. "I'd probably be best going and getting ready for it now," she said, slightly sadly as she stood up. "I'll see you later, okay?"
As she got up from the bench, she kissed Jack's cheek softly, with a horrible aching feeling at the back of her throat that she couldn't shake off. "Bye, then."
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Post by Jack Trove on Jun 22, 2008 19:24:00 GMT
Her soft, familiar lips pressed against his cheek, and Jack's hand moved upwards instinctively, to move them to meet his own. But, inches from her face, his spread fingers stopped... and dropped.
She didn't even notice the movement.
Olivia straightened up, offering him a faint smile. "Bye, then."
Jack nodded, and grunted. "Bye."
She was as beautiful as ever, he noted, as she turned and walked away. Her scarlet locks still shone in the sunlight; rubies, melted into long, thick, luxurious curls. She was tall, and graceful- she didn't move with that kind of... dancing quality Sophie walked with; but she carried herself with a confidence Jack couldn't help but admire. Today, although he hadn't seen them sparkle, her emerald eyes were as exquisite as ever. He knew the soft contours of her face, her neck, her back, her waist, her legs... he knew her smell, her taste, her sparkle and her laughter... and he knew that once upon a time, he'd mistaken the thrill of feeling her quickened heartbeat next to his as love.
This wasn't love, not really, was it?
He knew her so well... and he did... love her... but not like he should. Jack knew that he should get up, run after her, and catch her- he knew he should spin her around in the air, hold her as close as possible and kiss her.
Maybe, once upon a time, he would've.
Maybe, once upon a time, he did.
Jack got up, and turned in the other direction. He was going to go for a swim.
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