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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Nov 11, 2012 22:39:40 GMT -5
Nell instantly regretted not wearing gloves the moment she stepped outside. Fresh snow crunched under her boots, and the only other things protecting her from the cold was a scarf around her neck, peacoat, and jeans. She had instantly marked herself as an Earth student the moment she had free time after one of her classes and decided to weave a crown of tiny blue flowers for her head. She fed them some of her energy so that they would not immediately wilt in the chill, taking pride in her element. She didn't worry about labeling herself as a target for the enemy alliance. It wasn't like they were all lying in wait to pounce on anyone who looked like they might be an Earth student. A lot of them had better things to do, especially in the last months of school. Finals had everyone cramming, and pretty much everyone had their noses buried in textbooks or papers. Finals had people stressed out, though she couldn't say she was one of them. She tried her best not to be stressed out, because she knew it was more damaging than helpful in the long run. Her mindset stayed positive as her mind whispered to her things like You will be okay, you've got this, what's there to worry about? It certainly helped when she thought she was going to panic when her professor said something that she hadn't realized they needed to know. It often caused her to over-study.
After a few moment of walking across the lawn, she felt her body adjust to the freezing cold. In moments like this, she thought of her husband, though it wasn't like he was far from her thoughts at all. He had it good, being a Fire student, and she couldn't help the envy. Her powers seemed to wilt and wither during the winter, and it made sense -- plants and flowers didn't quite like being exposed to the freezing cold. She wished that he was around, and smiled as she caught the sight of her ring when she reached over to scratch her arm. Since she did that quite a bit, she wondered if anyone thought it was strange when they saw her smile a little at it. At least she tended to be smiling a lot, but she felt an absurd sort of glee when she saw her wedding ring and the fact that she had to correct some of her professors when they called on her with Ms. Shepherd. A lot of her friends were happy for her, but some made it known that they thought she was too long and expressed the same concerns as her father. She remembered asking him to walk her down the aisle, and his arguments were that he didn't think now was a good time for her. She reminded him that he had knocked her mother up and married her when she was eighteen, and eventually he gave in.
As for the friends who didn't approve, she could understand from an objective view point. She was twenty years old, still in school. She had started dating Josh over two and a half years ago, which was apparently a short time for some people. But she liked to tell them that everyone was different, and they certainly were. No one but them knew what they had been through over the past years, how much they endured together as a couple. And really, she was in love with him, why shouldn't she have taken the leap to marry him when they had been living as a married couple for so long now? At first she had had reservations about moving in with him, but that had been the pride and she quickly realized that she needed to be with him. They knew what they were doing, and it had all turned out great. The ceremony and reception had taken her breath away, as she had never been to anything like that before. It had been their wedding, something so grand and wonderful that she barely even knew how to comprehend that it belonged to her. It was simply magnificent. She had been the happiest she ever been coming back from France, the past month breezing by in a flurry of happiness. To think she had almost considered leaving him before he proposed, that she had been so messed up by her father that she would rather close herself off than take the chance and continue being with the man she loved.
And now she was like a schoolgirl, like she had just fallen in love with him for the first time. At least she wasn't gushing about it to everyone else and being that annoying person who only talked about her significant other. But when she did talk about it, she definitely looked the part. However, she did have to focus now on school, and even her marriage couldn't ruin her education. She was about to sit on the usual bench she took whenever she wanted to sit outside, but found someone else on it, a dark-haired woman. Nell shrugged, and approached, sitting next to her. "Are you cramming for finals, too?" she questioned, immediately starting in with conversation, as friendly as can be. "I mean, that's what everyone is doing nowadays. People walking around grumbling under their breath about Shakespeare and equations." She had instantly took the woman for a college student. She definitely looked young, even her style, and so she had made conversation with that belief in mind.
Holding out her hand, she smiled. "I'm Nell. One of those people cramming. Though I think I'm handling it pretty well." She wasn't grumbling, for one. As a matter of fact, despite her schedule being jam packed, she looked the image of health. That was because she put a great effort into that, keeping healthy and fit. Even when she needed to focus on school and work and volunteering. It was lucky that she had a house staff, because her husband's schedule was just as full and they barely had time to spare.
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Post by kenna1 on Nov 12, 2012 0:57:26 GMT -5
‘Note to self, wear real pants. the next time you see snow on the ground. Thought you could handle a bit of cold just because you’ve been in London for a few years,’ she reprimanded herself. Oh how time escaped her. She should have know better than to think she could conquer the Canadian winter in an outfit like this. The gold shoes made it hard for her to say no. The day was dim, and perfect. No sun threatened to break through the gray clouds that hung over the grounds and even better no more snow threaten to fall. The artist didn't have a destination in mind, she never did, and that was kind of the point. She didn't have the comfort of her GPS to guide her, as she hadn't made a decision soon enough to prompt her to investigate any trendy hotspots. She wasn't in a hurry, not even picking up speed past a brisk walk. In fact, as she stumbled upon anyone they wouldn't think twice about looking her way. But Jessie wasn't on any mission today. If it weren't for her tenacity she wouldn't be able to traverse the area at all without feeling like she was being watched. She bobbed around the pathways, swinging her hands and snapping her fingers to a tune she was humming. She felt truly free as the breeze pushed her along and chilled her legs.
So with much time and many miles away from what really felt like home, Jessie found a small bench that was free and parked her butt down on it. ”Cold! Cold! Cold!” Again, having her bum practically exposed to the elements was not a good idea. Why couldn’t spring and summer be year long? Other than the terrible economical changes that would occur during the year, Jessie would sacrifice winter in a heartbeat. How could she pull off her look when it’s negative 5 degrees out? She pulled her bag off of her shoulder and placed it next to her on the bench. Looking up from her spot she could hardly see the sun through the thick coverage of the overcast clouds. Jessie could hear the chatter of students in the distance and the birds fluttering in the air, they were without question retreating from the climate in their midst. The artist only laughed at the scene; she wanted to observe and even the animals respected her wishes. She extracted her personal sized sketchbook and pen and began journaling her inner thoughts.
November 12th, 20—
I had to run errands today, so many thoughts and so much needed to stock my new place. Got a call from my gallery representative in Berlin, and like usual I couldn’t understand a lick of his so called English. Dirk went all "Dad mode" on me as always, but I love him for that. It seems crazy for him to be concerned with my safety when all I did was move back to Canada for a bit. This isn’t the wild streets of some ghetto slum here. After all, I did roam completely alone for six years before I was welcomed into the his gallery, but I know it is because he loves me so dearly, just as much as I love him (Wanker and all!) and it doesn't matter how many miles apart we are, he will always worry about his " teufelshund." Am I even spelling that right, and what they hell does that mean? (Note ask Dirk if he is calling me a knob or something. Sounds fishy!) Ooh Dirk can be a right riot sometimes.
Jessie jumped up, causing a small pen scribble in her notes when she heard someone talking to her. She hadn’t expected anyone to come sit near her. Instead of an empty space she looked up to see a rather small looking girl with brown hair talking to her. At least she had been smart enough to dress for the weather. ”Finals?” she piped up giving the girl an incredulous look. What is this girl going on about that puff Shakespeare for? Realization hit Jessie like a ton of bricks, causing the woman to beam. She reached her hand out and gave the girl an affectionate squeeze on her shoulder. ”Oh my God babe, you’re just a sweetheart aren’t you.” Jessie removed her hand from the girl and quickly put away her sketchbook. Conversation beat journaling any day, and if this girl was going throw compliments like that, who was she to say no to that? Jessie took Nell’s hand and gave her an enthusiastic handshake in return. It’s nice to meet you Nell, I’m Jessie. I’m actually not a student. Get this, I’m going to be a teacher here! In a rather comical fashion, her eyes widen as well as her grin. ”I mean, can you believe that?” Her eyes wandered up to the small crown of flowers around Nell’s head. ”Oh look at you! You’ve got that who ‘Nell’ vibe going on about you. Wandering out the forest looking all innocent with your flower hair wreath going on. Except you know, you can actually speak English. American English, but it’s all the same.” If there was any word that could be a complete antonym to who Jessie was, it was shy. People from all walks of life and of all ages were welcomed with open arms and as if she had known them for years.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Nov 16, 2012 11:26:04 GMT -5
The first thing Nell noticed about the woman had to be her outfit. And how could she not? For any other time of year it would have been nice, but in the winter it was like asking for frost bite. Her stomach knotted. How could someone walk around like that, wasn't she freezing? Brought to action by her concern, she chirped before saying anything else, "Aren't you freezing? You'll catch your death." She took that moment to shed off her coat and hold it out to the other woman. She would have draped it across the other woman's lap if she didn't have the journal there. The Earth graduate was respectful enough not to do that, even though she felt her stomach squeezing tight. Her thoughts went to this woman having to get her legs amputated or something because of the cold.
She blinked when she squeezed her shoulder and repeated the words. Nell didn't mind being touched, but she was confused as to why she was a sweetheart (mostly because she just didn't think about herself like that). "I am?" she responded to the sweetheart comment. But then the black haired woman took her hand and introduced herself with a name, and the correction that she was actually not a student. Her mouth opened in a silent 'o'. She wasn't too embarrassed by the mistake -- who had time for that? "Oh, whoops! You look so young though." She said it with an air of surprise, for Jessie was full of vim and vigor it seemed. Vim and vigor, you're turning into an old lady. "What are you teaching?" she questioned, wondering if it was English because of the book she was writing in. But she supposed one could write and not have an interest in it. She'd once been an English major -- heck, she'd been every major out there before she decided on doing psych.
When the woman -- Jessie, as she introduced herself -- made comment on her wreath, she rolled her eyes up as if she'd be able to see it. "Thanks?" she said with one of her lop-sided smiles, wondering what she meant by actually speaking English and all that. She was really nice, but odd. That's about what she got from this woman upon introduction. "I do it for practice, try to keep them alive when it's really cold. I've gotten better at in college." She scratched the back of her head in a sheepish sort of gesture, never too great with talking about herself, even when it was something as simple as practicing with her element during the winter months. "Oh! What element are you, Miss Jessie? Or Jessie...whichever you prefer." She didn't know what would be the proper way to address someone who was older than her and would soon be a teacher, but she liked to be polite and respectful of everyone.
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Post by kenna1 on Nov 16, 2012 19:17:11 GMT -5
”No, no, no. I mean yes I’m a bit cold, but I’ll manage,” That’s what a teacher would do right? Well shoot, that’s what any decent human being would do. She shooed Nell’s coat away and gave it back to the girl. ”I had this grand notion that I could take the heat…or well…bare the cold in this case. I thought living in England was cold. I forgot here at the Academy it was a few notches up on the globe. Geography was never my strong point,” she joked. School wasn’t her strong point if she remembered correctly. Anything that didn’t interest was deemed lackluster. Her short-term memory wasn’t exactly very helpful either when it came time to study. Memorize this formula, who assassinated the Duke of Little Hill, blah blah blah. Boooooringgg. Jessie brought her legs up onto the bench, wrapping her arms around them to keep warm. ”See look? Body warmth will do it.” She gave her legs a few quick rubs to quicken up the process.
She clicked her tongue and snapped her finger with a bit of sass. ”Damn straight. In a few years I’ll get wrinkles and they’ll stop asking for my ID when I go on a beer run. Compliments to my age are like my fountain of youth.” When age came knocking Jessie was going to run as fast as she could. Hell no to getting under the blade, but there was no way she was going to sit back and kick it in some old home. She wanted to be the kind of old lady who still like to let loose. A real Betty White type. ”I’ll be teaching art for all the little high schoolers who are struggling with acne, hormones, and trying to stop themselves from lighting up the hallways just because someone looked at them the wrong way.” Oh yeah, challenge accepted. Jessie was going to rock their worlds like a hurricane…a lot like that 80’s song. A hurricane of...positive thinking and conceptual art! ”I took the time cut in my career to reconnect with my sister while she goes through the University courses here. Splitting time between teaching and working in my studio will be a new adventure for awhile.”
Jessie could tell she confused Nell, much as she often did around people. Not everyone could keep up with her quirkiness. She offered Nell a shrug, ”Jessie’s fine. Miss Jessie sounds like I’m a pre school teacher and Miss. Yates makes me sound like I could be my parents.” Add Doctor to the front and she would be. They were the sort of scholars who insisted on formality and proper titles. Jessie had plans on humanizing herself and letting her students address her by her own name. ”I’m a Water, sort of the oddball out from all the Winds in my family. Can’t say I didn’t secretly enjoy it though. It was nice standing out from such a bland family. Family gatherings like Christmas holidays were always such a drag. Until I spiced it up with my one woman show on the birth of Christ.” Her hands went up for a moment as if she was picturing her name in lights. The cold crept back into her legs and she tightly hugged them to her body again. If her family had been any fun they would have recorded the showstoppers. Grandma Yates disapproved of such blasphemy like, The Virgin Mary demanding equality for women's rights and the role of Baby Jesus being cast to the watermelon she found in the fridge. Jessie thought the googly eyes she glued on were convincing for such a low budget performance. ”Seven years olds have a tendency to take artistic licenses the Bible would never dream off.” Jessie chuckled at herself. Her mind ventured elsewhere as it always did. ”What about you Nell, studying up on old English poets yourself?”
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Nov 19, 2012 11:34:13 GMT -5
Nell held the coat she'd offered against her chest. She couldn't exactly force it around the other woman's shoulders. Just like she couldn't force feed people, even when she really wanted to. "Okey dokey then," she said, not betraying her inner feelings about the matter. Though she did listen with wide-eyed concern as the woman explained how she wanted to test herself against the elements. "Well, they don't call it the great white north for nothing," she said, her expression softening into a smile. "But probably not a very good idea, because what if you get frost bite? Then they'll have to chop off your leg and that's not fun." Whatever the opposite of fun was, would be what getting your leg chopped off would be. Then she pulled up her legs and spoke of body warmth, and Nell grinned. "Body warmth!" she yelled out before throwing her arms around the other woman. Noticing how she could possibly throw them both off, however, she drew back. "Neeverr mind." It would be bad if both of them ended up on the ground because of her being the graceful young lady she had proven herself to be.
Nell gave the other woman a thumbs up at her words, finding cold in the chill. She didn't mind too much, but she figured she'd have to go home soon and warm up. "Any time," she said. Apparently Ponce de Leon had it wrong, and the fountain of youth was in an nice compliment or two. She liked giving out compliments, so she hoped that she had discovered something with that. "I'm sure it'll be fun! For every student texting on their phone, there'll be one who really cares about what you're teaching." A teacher couldn't please everyone. High schoolers were unruly, anyway, at least from what she remembered of her twelfth grade year. "That's so sweet!" Nell said about the woman being there for her sister. "That's a great way to look at it, yeah. An adventure." She laughed after saying it. Clearly, by her accent, Jessie wasn't around here. She said she was from England, actually, and that made sense. Nell was getting better at placing accents, or at least a little.
She nodded in ascent when the woman told her to call her Jessie. It may have felt a little strange, but at least the woman wouldn't be her teacher, and so there was a little wiggle room. "I'll keep that in mind. Oh, and you can call me Nelly if you want. Or Mrs. Dale. That's fine too." It may have made her sound old, but more than that it made her sound like a married woman. And she was proud of it, having Josh's name as her own. Apparently Jessie was a Water, but hailed from a family of Winds. Her eyes widened. "Whoa, that's a lot of them. But they must still like you even though you're the oddball, right? You're so nice." She didn't think she ever heard of a majority of Winds, but she didn't know much of the world, now did she? Then she blinked. "The one-woman show was after how many egg nogs?" She said it lightly, not meant to be an insult as she watched Jessie hold up her fingers. People were silly when they were drunk. The Earth elemental had found that out to be a fact rather quickly. Nell giggled. "I don't have much experience with seven-year-olds and The Bible, but I'll take your word for it." In her experience as a Daycare teacher's aid, she spent more time un-gluing toys from toddler's hands. And she left up the whole religion deal to their parents.
At the question, Nell shook her head, stuffing her hands in-between her legs to keep them warm. "I don't have an English final this year, actually. Just a psych and a history one. I feel sorry for everyone who has a final for each of their classes." It seemed like a lot of work, and she was already trying her hardest to keep up as it is. She had assimilated quickly enough into the world of academia, but she at times realized her own inexperience. "What were you doing writing out here, anyway? It's really cold." That was stating the obvious, but she felt the need to point it out anyway.
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Post by kenna1 on Nov 19, 2012 23:33:09 GMT -5
Jessie had a hard time fighting back the giggle induced by Nell. ”The great white north made it sound like some elusive shark on a television show. ‘The Great White North, known for it’s bone crushing winters and heart stopping prowess,’ Jessie mocked a cheesy documentary voice as much as she could, but with little success. All the more funnier for her then. ”Up next, an excusive interview with it’s latest victim, Jessie Yates, right after this brief commercial break.” In a showy way Jessie flipped her hair back and faked her indifference. ”Who needs legs anyway?” she sucked her breathe in dramatically and shook her hands in a horizontal manner. ”Kidding, kidding, so desperately kidding,” she pleaded. It was like she was a comedian who had offended several of her audience members because they didn’t know better. She was swallowed up by the smaller girl and almost feel off the bench from the impact since her legs were not planted to balance her. It was all in good fun though so Jessie laughed it off. The artist would have done the same in the given situation.
Fun, yes. she agreed. She scoffed at the idea of students texting in her class. As long as they weren’t glue to their mobiles while she was talking they could chat away. It wasn’t like Jessie was the one getting marks. ”After a phone call interrupted by me, I think even the toughest of students would try to be a bit craftier around me. I love a good chat with a stranger,” she commented. Any ring tones echoing in her classroom would be confiscated and embarrassed to no end. ”I’m a big softy for Scarlett, my sister,” she explained. ”Another Wind she is, but I don’t hold it against her.” she joked. ”I haven’t seen her since I was sixteen! I can’t wait to see her rather than look at how much she’s changed from the dorky photos she’s e-mailed be over the years. She suppose to be a Freshmen this year.” Jessie explained. Scarlett was only okay with Jessie teaching because there was no way the two sisters could be in a classroom together. Scarlett seemed to like her sister, but not enough to be taught by her in front of all her peers. Jessie couldn’t blame her though, she’d hate the idea of a family member having a direct insight into who they were at school.
”Jessica is just so…blah,” she said. So vanilla is almost hurt Jessie’s creative mojo. ”Nelly? Like that rapper?” she jest. ”Word, word. You be Nelly and I’ll be your hype man J-J-Je –Je- Jessie Yates!” her voice echoed a bit through the courtyard, attracting curious looks from some of the other people gathered around. Whatever, Jessie was a hood rat rapper now. Bitches ain’t nothing but tricks and hos. ”Mrs.? Damn, someone put a ring on it already? How can we enjoy this lush rap lifestyle I just pushed us into with the old ball and chain?” Still, such a young woman married at this age already was a rarity. Sadly this generation usually went baby first, then a reality television program about said baby, then marriage. ”I’m going to have to Tweet all our fans and say Nelly and Jessie Yates are on hiatus…already…”
Jessie scratched at the back of her neck thinking of a way to break the news to Nell about her family relations. ”Love and Hate are both easily changeable four letter words right?” the artist asked sheepishly. Family relations were… hostile and that was putting it lightly. Other than her sister, her family didn’t want to have anything to do with the woman. Her parent’s especially. ”A seven year old does not get to have egg nogs!” she protested. ”My genius was uninhibited that night,” she explained. ”Unless you count sugar as a performance enhancing drug. Then I was doped out of my mind that night.” Sugar was a no no in her diet as an adult, but when she was young she could sniff that shit out like it was no one’s business. Her parents were smart enough to realize Jessie didn’t need sugar to be hyper.
”Yeah, finals suck,” clearly not understanding of it at all. Jessie dropped out of art school before finishing her first year. ”Me? Oh, well… I just moved in to my apartment and then I saw the Academy on my way back and decided to stop by. Then I saw a funny looking ladybug that looked like it was trying to get inside from the cold…” What was she doing here? A lot of times Jessie just flowed from one spot to the next without a real purpose. If she did have one, she quickly forgot it when something more interesting came her way. Her thoughts were scattered as she struggled to put her timeline together. ”…um… I don’t know… it just seemed interesting at the time. And now here I am talking to you, so the reason doesn’t really matter so much anyway.”
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Nov 23, 2012 14:40:05 GMT -5
Nell paused to think on Jessie's words, because even if they may have been the ramblings of an off-kilter woman, she liked to take what everyone had to say into consideration. "It might be," she acknowledged. It would make sense, Canada was full of wildlife. Though she hadn't seen much other than a bear and the usual things you happen across in the woods. She knew further up north polar bears could be found. And the girl hoped that this future teacher had simply been joking. But then again, who was she to say that the woman didn't prefer some other way of life? She didn't judge anyone. "Legs are very important, yeah. But then again, you could possibly get prosthetics." She looked down at her own legs. "Though that requires learning to walk again and all that..." Either way it seemed like a really crummy thing. She scrunched her face up and wriggled her toes in her boots. She would miss having her legs, as much as she loved running and playing sports and any activity that required her legs.
The Earth graduate took pity on anyone who called in class. But...who would do that? She didn't think she ever saw it happen, but then again she had only been in the school system for three years now. She listened as Jessie spoke of her sister and felt a pang of sympathy in that she hadn't seen her in so long. That had to be rough. Nell tried not to think of her own sister a lot in the way that she won't be able to ever see her again. "That's a really long time," she said softly. "I guess you haven't seen her because you were in Great Britain?" It made sense with all that she had gathered about this woman just from her words. Nell was good with understanding people, and sometimes it felt like that was all she was good at. "Does she come home for the holidays?" It was hard to imagine life as a real boarding student because Nell had never had a family to return to. Sometimes she wished she did, other times she knew it was better that she had never been accepted by them.
Nell actually liked the name Jessica, though it went without saying that she liked any name. It was quite the effort to pick out something that she did not like. "Yeah, like the rapper!" she said happily. "Though I don't really like to wear a band-aid on my face and I don't know why he does. I mean, is his face always hurt?" It concerned her, actually, that he might have had a permanent facial injury. Because what could you do with that. "You can totally be Dr. Yates." Like Dr. Dre except not a large black man. Even though Jessie sounded surprised about it, Nell was proud for people to know that she was married. As a matter of fact, she lifted her hand and waggled her fingers as if to verify it. "I can still do the rap style. Just without the bit-- women. And I have to be home by nine, because I have to get a good night's sleep for school and work." If she were a rapper, she supposed she wouldn't need school or work because she would be getting the paper. But she wasn't, and she didn't have enough street cred. At least she didn't think she did, but looking back she could have that cred. Grew up as a second generation Hispanic immigrant in the Bronx -- the birthplace of hip hop -- with a murder rap. She wasn't proud of it, though, so she wasn't about to go writing songs.
There was a pretty big difference between love and hate, and Nell knew that well, so she wondered what the woman meant. She blinked when Jessie said that she'd only been a kid. "You were seven?" she asked. When she heard 'one-woman show' she thought she had been older when it started. Heck, when she had been seven...well, she'd rather not think about when she was seven. But she giggled at the next words. "Probably passed out soon after, right?" That's what usually happened with children and sugar. One immediate rush and that was that. It was incredible, really.
Even though Nell treated this woman as an old friend, someone she had known forever, she was still incredibly confused. She took it with a grain of salt, though. People were weird. "Well, that's a good reason I suppose..." Well, she wasn't going to go around questioning what other people did when she could be caught doing something weird herself half the time. "Do you want to go inside or something, because I mean, don't want you to catch your death. I was planning to go home and get ready for work, but I can hang out with you." She then had an idea. "Since you're going to be working here next year, I can show you around. You probably went here when you were younger, right? I wouldn't think much has changed." Save for maybe a new wing or two. She couldn't even say for sure herself, being here the short time she's been.
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Post by kenna1 on Nov 24, 2012 19:13:53 GMT -5
Jessie had missed out on some of Scarlett’s firsts. Like when her younger sister was first brought over to the Academy or the first boy she awkwardly dated. She had seen the photos and she had to say, crisis averted on that one. Jessie wasn’t even sure if her sister even went out for a drink the minute she was legal. Her sister leading a dry social life would not surprise her in the least bit. ”Too long,” she agreed. Thankfully technology eased the pain and distance between the two. ”Scarlett spends her holidays with our parents in Texas. We moved there back before we even started at the Academy. I mean talk about a culture shock for all parties involved.” Primary school, or grade school, whatever they called it in the states was like attack of the aliens. Scarlett’s accent wasn’t as thick as Jessie’s, but the two got teased a few times because of the way they talked. Mostly from the few kids who thought that ‘ain’t’ and ‘y’all’ were real words. Honestly some of the lingo down in the Lone Star state sounded like they took a bunch of the strangest letter combinations and called it a day. ”So Texas is more of home for her, while I like to call England mine.”
Good point on the real rapper Nelly. What was his deal with the whole band-aid look? What made him wake up one day and say, you know what, this is a look I’m going to champion. ”I don’t know…maybe he wants people to think he just come out of a fight or something and thinks he looks tough…” Jessie couldn’t stop herself from laughing her arse off at Nell’s suggestion. Grasping for a bit of relief from her giggles, she placed a hand on Nell’s shoulder to comfort her until she had enough control to explain herself. It wasn’t the Earth girl’s fault for not knowing how funny that actually was. ”Oh no Nell! Both of my parents are Dr.Yates. Even in good fun, they can keep those titles.” Her eyes watched Nell’s ring finger as she showed off her ring. It certainly was nice, but like a toddler, anything shiny could catch Jessie’s attention. ”Maybe you’re more like Beyoncee and your husband can be Jay-Z.” What a power couple. Jessie actual loved the two together. As a member of the general public it wasn’t like her opinion meant anything on the matter, but it was nice to hear about a loving relationship rather than celebrity tabloids going on about cheating and such.
”Seven,” she repeated, holding the right amount of fingers to show Nell. ”I was that kid on the playground who tried to organize all the groups and made up all these imaginary games.” She failed to mention that kids weren’t down to play along. Whatever, their lose. ”You know those sugar highs man. They come at a terrible price. I’m twelve years sober now though.” she joked. It hadn’t been her intention at first, but when Jessie first became a vegetarian and then made the switch over to vegan, sugar naturally left her diet. Goodbye processed food and hello organically grown food.
Jessie simply shrugged at her methods. The woman just loved to go with the flow, a lot like water. Thing was she was had trouble stopping. Jessie jumped up off the bench at Nell’s suggestion. ”Inside sounds good!” She tossed the strap of her purse over her shoulder and gave her body a quick shake. ”Brrrrrr… Is it winter or something?” Taking a light jab at herself. She’d pay more attention to her weather app on her phone the next time she woke up. ”A tour sounds grand.” As the two walked towards the salvation of warmth, Jessie clutched her bag, wrapping her arms tight to get rid of the slight chill in her bones. ”So how long have you been a Mrs. Nell Dale? Warm my heart with a nice little love story.” The artist loved a good love story between two people. No matter how sappy, romantic, over the top or even vanilla a relationship was, it still warmed her heart. A connection between two souls was magical almost. One day she’d have the same. Until then she could take joy in hearing others connect in bliss.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Nov 26, 2012 1:18:34 GMT -5
Nell liked hearing about other people's siblings and families and things like that. It made her all warm and fuzzy inside. Parents in Texas? Well, that was really far. "They're in Texas?" What were they doing there? Nell didn't think she was prying since Jessie seemed like an open person. It was only with people who seemed the secretive types that she had issue with poking and prodding. So far her reactions had been good, even though she could be lying about a lot of things, judging by the eccentricity. She decided to give the benefit of the doubt, like she did everyone. "Home should be where your family is, right? I mean, if your sister is here and your parents are in Texas, they can both be homes!" Canada was her home because it was where everyone she loved lived. Not New York, not Spain, but Canada and the people she called home.
Jessie actually had a good idea when it came to Nelly. "Makes sense..." Here she was just thinking that his face might have been leaking all the time or something. That would be a terrible affliction for anyone to have. She lifted her eyebrows, grinning as Jessie placed a hand on her shoulder. She was glad that she made the future-teacher laugh even though she didn't know...how. "Both doctors? And you're an artist? You really are a black sheep." Wasn't that generally a strange thing to do, go on to become an artist when your parents were something like professors or doctors. There was a reason they were called starving artists. She mentioned the married couple being Jay-Z and Beyonce and that certainly brightened Nell up. "I wish I could be like Beyonce, she's so pretty and fabulous." But who could even be like Beyonce? Anyhow, she liked to think of her and Josh as a power couple. Except they didn't rap, unless one counted The Lonely Island in that sphere.
She nodded when the woman repeated the age. Unfortunately, she didn't know too much about the whole sandbox deal. Only from her time working at the day care. It used to make her uncomfortable thinking like that, but she was so used to it now that she only grinned. "Ah, so you were the ringleader. The teachers watch out for your kind, too many accidents resulting from children's tendencies to think they're invincible." She remembered cleaning many cuts of wailing children because they thought they could stand up on a toy firetruck without getting hurt. She had loved that job, despite all the pressure that came from taking care of young children and being responsible for them while their parents were gone. "You're strong, and I admire you for that," Nell said very seriously. "Sometimes I just have to give in and eat a Kit Kat." This was true. She tried her best to avoid junkfood, but it was so good, how could she be the strict health nut she was with so many delicious snacks?
Nell was glad the woman listened to her. It was a lot of weight off her chest, a lot of concern away from her. "I don't know, but it's looking to be a lot like Christmas." She could make references to popular songs like that, now, and it reassured her that she was getting better with the whole existing in the real world thing. Three years now. She was doing good. And she was glad she could be giving a tour, and hopefully not get them lost...yeah, there was a lot of hoping there. As she walked, she listened to the woman's question and smiled like she always did when thinking of her husband. "About a month. We've been engaged for a year and together almost three." She didn't know if that was quick in terms of relationships or anything like that, but she was happy with that. "Are you together with anybody?" she asked. She wasn't Mrs. Yates, but that didn't mean she didn't have a beau.
When they approached the library, Nell felt the need to put on over-dramatics and wave her arms around the spiral staircase. "The library, where you will often find many students with frying brains trying to cram before the big test. If you talk loudly, the librarian will make an example of you by having you read out loud from the untranslated Don Quixote." That would be pretty mean actually, and she was glad that she was only joking around about that. Not that she would have any trouble with said untranslated book.
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Post by kenna1 on Nov 27, 2012 16:10:29 GMT -5
”The one and only Texas. They are both professor at Rice University. Some snotty private school in Houston,” she explained. ”No real winters to worry about there.” How could Jessie explain to Nell her family life without it sounding like a total bummer? She had no problem talking about how she got along with her folks. It wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies around her mum and dad, but she didn’t want Nell to think she was looking for pity. Fact of the matter was that Jessie was over it. ”Well my parents kicked me out of said home eight years ago, so for me, home is where the heart is.” She gave her chest a showy jab where her heart was pumping away. ”I’m like what the great Bob Dylan said: a rolling stone.” A real stone rolling around the country side would be terrible actually. Destroying everything in it’s path as it took no prisoners. Shit that would be terrible.
Deck Jessie in a black wool sweater and let her graze in a field. Black sheep indeed –figuratively speaking of course- she’d never shave off a poor little defenseless sheep. As the pair walked half of Jessie’s attention was directed toward Nell while the other half wandered away from her. Beyonce was too good to be true. Girl knew what was up, and In Beyonce We Trust. The world needed an international Beyonce appreciation day. The school certainly looked the same since she ran through the halls. Is the lake still around here? What kind of question was that? It wasn't like the lake was going to get up and move somewhere now wouldn't it. Maybe it was frozen by now and she could try ice-skating. Or maybe she’d fall down on her bum and break her tailbone. ”Nah, just vegan. I pretend my iron supplement pills are candy though, so color me up and call me Willy Wonka” she teased. Some people had a certain crutch food they would give up the lifestyle for, but in Jessie’s case, she trade all the money in the world to get rid of the vitamins. Damn those cornhusks for not having more protein in them.
Oh yeah Christmas! Screw the consumerism and commercials. Snowing, reindeer games, caroling in the streets. ”Oh my God, I can’t wait for Christmas. I’m going to bust out my reindeer rap on the streets of Maple Hollow.” Thing is, she probably would. Not door to door, but it’s not going to stop her from singing to the passersby. ”Newlyweds! How sweet. Are you high school sweethearts then?” Nell was younger than Jessie and she was married already and in a longer relationship than Jessie had ever had. If she was generous with her timeline she’d say her longest relationship was about nine months. ”I was going with someone about a month before moving here. She was too quiet all the time for me. I need a girl who’s able to keep up with all of this.” She gestured at herself, nodding her head with some sass. ”Yes, l said she, so no need to lock of the husband.” Jessie was by no means a man hater, but, a shudder ran down her spine at the thought of hooking up with a male. No thank you! To many extra...bits....
As they went towards the library Jessie waved to the staircase Nell highlighted. ”Hi library!” she said. ”I don’t speak Spanish! Trust me love, I’d embarrass a whole culture if she got me up there.” Wasn’t Don Quixote an opera or something? If she went off on the library the librarian would be able to hone in on Jessie’s voice. Accent aside, Jessie’s voice seemed to travel. Of course that was just a tactful way of saying loud. "How about Rocky Horror instead, that's more up my alley. You know, a little nod and wink to Tim Curry right."
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Nov 28, 2012 21:44:45 GMT -5
Even if she wanted to, Nell couldn't express how much she liked it when people told her things about themselves. Even the little things, like their favorite color or the pets they had. Some people told their life story, others gave tidbits. A lot of people liked venting to someone else, and she enjoyed people like that. She may not have been able to return that sort of thing, but she really loved it when people told her stuff. "A kindred Bob Dylan spirit, huh? Well, I guess your sister is home then." She could relate, god she could, but she also would not get into it. Then she added, "Unless you're on better terms with your parents now?" It could happen. Josh had been kicked out -- twice -- and he still had a good relationship with his parents. She couldn't say for sure how that kind of thing worked, however, considering she'd never been kicked out. Quite the opposite.
Again, she didn't think the darker thoughts. She focused on Jessie and her...weirdness. With Jessie's teasing she nodded as if she understood completely. "Disappointing that they don't come in different chocolatey flavors." That would actually be pretty awesome -- she would be more keen on taking pills and the such if they were flavored. The Flinestone's gummies had helped when she was barely eating anything two years ago. "And you do have the whole Johnny Depp Willy Wonka going on. Just a lot less creepy. And prettier." She didn't resemble Gene Wilder, and Nell wondered who it would be better to resemble. They were both pretty odd in the movie, and she supposed that fit the art teacher pretty well considering she was eccentric herself.
A surprised burst of laughter came from her lips when Jessie spoke of a reindeer rap, her shoulders hunching with it. "Ohmygod, I have a feeling they might just cart you away but that would be pretty entertaining." She certainly would enjoy it. And it could be like those people playing guitars on the street with their cases open for the charitable people. Nell scratched the back of her head when Jessie crooned about the newlyweds. She wasn't much of a blusher, but she appreciated that kind of reaction instead of the blinking and statement of "don't you think you're a bit too young?" "I suppose. I mean, I was in high school when we started dating. But he'll actually be your co-worker next year, since he's working in the medical wing. Josh Dale." Maybe they will meet there. Or she could introduce them. She really liked Jessie and she was sure that Josh would like her too.
And she learned something new about Jessie, a confession of her sexuality. It didn't phase her really, because of all the things about the woman that would surprise her, her preference wouldn't be one. "That sucks," Nell said with a slight pout, as if disappointed about her romantic history. "Hopefully you can meet a nice Canadian lady here who'll keep you on your toes. And then you can put a ring on it." One thing Canada had that the states did not was legal gay marriage. Well, New York did, and so the graduate could feel pride in being from the state.
She laughed again as the woman greeted the library. Nell grinned, listening to Jessie explain that she did not know Spanish. "Yo puedo ayudar con eso," she said to the woman. Of course, being that she didn't like to be a jerk who said things in other languages without telling the person she was speaking to what they meant, she told Jessie, "I can help with that. Second generation Hispanic." She would have added immigrant, but she was now technically an American immigrant in Canada. But not for long. She laughed at the Rocky Horror reference. "I don't know how the librarians will respond if you dress up like Dr. Frank-N-Furter." That would probably end up well, not at all. "But I'll admit that I'd feel some antic..." She gave a long paused before finishing with, "...ipation for it to happen." She'd laugh. Then again, she loved Tim Curry, as everyone should. It was like a requirement.
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Post by kenna1 on Nov 29, 2012 19:36:00 GMT -5
”Oh no, I haven’t seen my parents since they gave me the boot.” They could piss off for she cared. ”For the record, I may be off my rocker from time to time, but I wasn’t some troubled youth. My parents probably wouldn’t have kicked me out of house and home if it was a boy I was sneaking up to my bedroom.” She winked towards Nell as a means to lighten the mood. ”The standard iron flavor is redonkelouso! I’d be a better Willy Wonka than Mr. Depp. He was super creepy in that film.” They had similar haircuts though, she’d give Nell that. Personally a man shouldn’t rock that look ever in his lifetime. ”He went from sexiest man to creepiest pedophile real quick.” His smile crept Jessie out the most. Maybe the Depp/Burton connection couldn’t stand the testaments of a Gene Wilder classic.
Jessie tossed her hands up on her head like a bunch of moose antlers. ”You can never have enough holiday remixes. And they wouldn’t take me down on the happiest day of the year. I’m spreading the holiday cheer like a joyful little elf.” Oh! She could dressed up in all red and green and dance around the streets spreading glitter and cheer! ”Oh you nabbed yourself a cougar,” she joked. ”Medical? Damn that’s some serious brass. I mean I hope I don’t need a trip to the medical wing anytime soon, but I’m sort of a klutz, so maybe it’s destiny.” Knowing her she’d probably be bragging about not getting caught up in a few days, only to trip straight on her face. Classic Jessie.
A little dancing, some wining and dining and that was a good time. What Jessie kept dating in the past were like moths drawn to a flame. They could stick around for a little bit, but never could keep up without burning out. ”Hopefully Canada is going to step up to the challenge! A little fun and a little romance aren’t too much to ask for.” No ring on it though. She had all the respect in the world for people in her community that wanted to get married. She understood their claims for equality and would rally behind them. Jessie’s beef with marriage went to the whole systemized way the government treated love. Why did she need a piece of paper to get certain privileges? Fight the power!
Puedo? She had no idea what she was talking about. It was like Nell was speaking another language. Wait…that’s because she was. ”Umm, yeah. Yo yo yo! I love smoothies too,” she shrugged. ”Spoiler alert: I had no idea what you just said.” Captain Obvious, much? ”That’s cool though. Did you grow up speaking around the house with two languages or was one more prevalent? I wish I knew another language. They tried to teach me French and I couldn’t pay attention enough to get past all the basic stuff like food items. I can yell out ‘Hello I have apples’ if I ever go to Paris.” Speaking English was a miracle in itself for her. She took the liberty of spicing up the vocab every now and then.
”Babe, Tim Curry’s voice is like pure gold. They need to record his voice and teach more people to talk like him.” Jessie leaned in a bit closer as Nell left her hanging. A positively radiant smile ”I’ve got half of the outfit on all ready,” she looked down towards her legs and gave a little turn around. ”I wouldn’t be too hard pressed to find the rest of the wardrobe in my closet. I’d only do it on one condition, no curly hair. I can’t rock a fro like Curry can. My inspiration only goes as far as Cleopatra.” Jessie flattened her bangs to keep her hair as sleek looking as possible. Her fringe was trademark for her now since she first got the cut. "The only thing I've got to one up Tim Curry is that I'd rock a corset way batter than him any day." And truthfully...she did, a tiny little smirk weaseling it's way onto her face at the thought.
Reindeer Rap!
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Dec 1, 2012 23:43:28 GMT -5
Nell really felt for Jessie, her heart reaching out for the poor woman. She even patted her shoulder, like "hey chica, it's okay, parents suck." Well, that was an unfair generalization. Her parents surely, did, though. And even then she understood. While she could never honestly forgive her father, her mother...that was a different story. "I'm sure you weren't some delinquent. Parents just can be really mean." She nodded her head with self-assured certainty. If she said it, that made it true and that could make Jessie feel better about it! Not that she seemed at all sad. She was probably over it. "Gene Wilder was a lot less creepy. And I liked his curls better. Though, to tell the truth, any reclusive candy mogul has to be just a little...odd though." Just not in Johnny Depp pedophile way. That was a little too disturbing. And like any film purist, she wished they hadn't touched the classic. Unlike some people, though, she could be very embracing of remakes.
She watched as the woman threw up her moose antlers and giggled. Anyone spreading the holiday cheer was good in her book. "I think you're past the height requirement to be an elf. You're more like Buddy the elf." Hopefully she'd get the reference. Clearly, Nell watched too many movies. She loved cinematography, though she had a lot of scattered passions. The woman could rarely make up her mind. "Cougar?" she questioned, not understanding the term. At times like this, her naivete truly poked through. In any case, she smiled and told Rachael, "I hope you don't need a trip either! I mean, you can kick any student's butt if they get into fights." That's usually what happened, teachers got in the way of fights to break them up. And they always succeeded. She admired that kind of power.
Luckily Nell was not the type to go into full-blown Spanish conversation around other people who did not understand. It was completely rude. "I can tell you, if you want," she said, not wanting to be one of those rude people. Talking about her past felt very uncomfortable -- she admired Jessie and how easily she talked about her own, how much mature about it she was -- but the graduate still offered a form of explanation. "I think both were equal. I mean, I learned English and Spanish at the same time. And sometimes I spoke in Spanglish. Still do." She didn't say she spoke Spanish with her father and English with her mother. Her parents were a touchy subject. "Maybe one day that could save your life. You know, if it ever so happens that you meet someone who needs those words. I actually speak French...semi-fluently. It was put to the test when I went to my honeymoon in Paris." She remembered her mishap when she got her words a little bit mixed up. Her yelling. This is why I don't get drunk. If she ever drank more than she usually did, it would end...poorly.
Nell blinked down at the woman's legs and then snorted. It was true, she got half the set down. "I don't know who wore it better. I'll give it to you, because I don't know how much I want to see him in drag these days." In the movie he was surprisingly good looking in a way that made everyone question their sexuality and confused them. "That is more information about a future faculty member than I needed to know," she quipped. Though she was married to one, so she couldn't exactly speak, now could she? She nodded her head. "And, I bet you can wear make-up better than him. At least, less liberally." Even though his make-up had also been a reason for the confusion of everyone's sexuality when watching that movie. Everything about it was...interesting...and she didn't know how she hadn't been more scarred by it.
Going on, she headed to the next place of interest. "Since you are a klutz, here is your domain." The entrance to the medical wing, another bow. "Just try not to end up here very much or I'll be sad. But I'll get you food. What's your favorite food? Because I'll make it for ya." She wasn't even exaggerating, she would do anything for anyone at any time.
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Post by kenna1 on Dec 3, 2012 1:21:04 GMT -5
If she could be a giant man -woman- elf who roamed the streets spreading holiday cheer, than so be it. She’d jump on that opportunity like a hot cake. First things first, where would she get his stylish elf shoes? Ebay maybe, ebay was always the answer. ”Yeah, Cougar girl,” holding up her hand like a tiger claw. She clicked her teeth together as she imitated a wild growl. ”He’s a bit older than you yeah? You’ve nabbed yourself a sugar daddy. You go girl.” She felt a little bad talking about a fellow she’s never actually met. He had to be a stand up guy to have nabbed a girl like Nell. She was kind of curious to see who this man was. ”I’ll have to met this Mr. Dale during one of my future visits to the medical wing. See if he’s up to snuff for you…even though…you’re already married.” The artist never let minor details like that get in the way of her fun. ”And after I lay down the law on him, I’ll set up the beat down for my students.” Cue laugh track. Jessie didn’t have a single violent bone in her body. She wouldn’t stand for it. She’d have other methods of torture to put her kiddies through.
Fluent in Spanish and English? Nell had some serious chops on her for a graduate. ”See, now that’s a useful thing to know in life!” Jessie exclaimed. ”You can already visit so many more countries than me without looking like a complete touristy jack arse! Spain would kick me out for asking for cheese pants all the time.” Again her Spanish was limited to a few words she had picked up from television and pop culture. She didn’t want no cheese pants! Maybe cheese-patterned leggings…focus Jessie, worry about cheese pants when you’re looking up elf shoes! What had Nell said to her though earlier? If it was another compliant about looking young, the Brit would take hear it in any language. ”Honeymoon in Paris? That’s dead romantic! I approve of this Mr. Dale. Cancel my appointment with him at once!” A hubby that could take his wife to Paris? Smooth move Mr. Dale, smooth move. She knew his name was Josh now, but Mr. Dale was just way too entertaining to say. Made him sound like a Bond Character or something.
Oh God, Curry in drag now would make Jessie want to poke her eyes out. Let her be blind before ever seeing Tim Curry in drag either in the present or future. It was only going to get worse for the man as time went by. She wiggled her brows and grinned cheekily as Nell joking reprimanded her about her private life. ”Pssh, please. Everyone needs a catsuit...or two. Nothing wrong with a little leather in our lives. Faux Leather,” she said seriously as she made her point. Vegan was not just a dietary choice for her. ”Besides, I’m rubbish at keeping my private life private. Life is boring if you don’t share every now and then.” Hence why Jessie was so forthright with every little thought that crossed her mind. Woman had no shame. ”Remember that Nell, it is very important because the minute someone says surprise or secret and I feel the pressure to shout it from the rooftops.” Her warning sounded unnecessarily drastic, but in the past she had ruined so many surprises for people. ”Every surprise birthday party is a surprise party for me as well. Even if it isn’t my birthday we’re celebrating. When you think about it though, that’s double the fun for me!” ’Surprise, you’re surprising someone else today Jessie!’ What a treat!
Medical wing. The very words gave her a slight shiver of uncomfortable mojo. To top it all off, everything was so sparkling clean and usually white. She pouted at the thought of getting properly acquainted with an area she would inevitably be visiting somewhere down the road. ”Don’t make me go! I swear I’ll be good Mum!” Her medical wrap sheet when she was younger was extensive. All of course brought about by her own undoing. You know those orange and blue plastic slides they have for toddlers? One time I was about to go down one of them but I saw a spider and I didn’t want to kill it, so I climb my way down the tiny slide and it tips over! Can you believe it? My arm smashed right into my play set and fractured the elbow. Best birthday ever! What What!” Probably not that fun to hear if you weren’t there.”Thank for coming you guys, Uninteresting Stories by Jessie Yates!” she joked.
”Are you the food fairy!” Jessie clapped her hands at the sheer thought of how magical a food fairy would be. She was dead useless in a kitchen. A food fairy delivering tasty treats in the middle of the night. Under a pillow would be quite impractical even for Jessie. The fairy would just have to magically place it in her cabinets. What was she thinking, none of that was even real. ”I will never, ever, say no to a tasty granola or fruit tart. There was this cute little mum and pop vegan place near my old apartment in Essex that had killer Lemony Cranberry Coconut Chia bars straight from the very ovens of the Gods! I seriously could gorge myself to bloatation on those bad boys.” At the mere thought of the treat she could help but bite her lip and roll her eyes. The explosion of tropical wonder would forever be set in her taste buds. ”I’ll have to make you this delicious Clementine Creamsickle Smoothie in return though. All I need is a blender, so the kitchen area will remain intact after I’m done. I swear by it come flu season. Drink those and you will avoid colds during the frosty winter days. Scouts honor- wasn’t a scout- but whatever.” She realized none of these were practical meals as she went on and on about vegan desserts. Who cares about the meal when they know dessert was just around the corner. Everyone’s biggest misconception was that vegans could only enjoy boring old fruit cups.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Dec 3, 2012 21:28:40 GMT -5
She watched as Jessie made a claw motion, lifting her eyebrows and nodding like she understood this. So many words she didn't know, though. Sugar daddy? That sounds mildly inappropriate. She was just a tad too naive. But she tried not to ask the woman any more questions, lest she think her completely stupid. "I suppose he is a bit older..." Is that what a cougar was? Someone older? He was only over a year and a half, not too bad. Not as bad as her parents, with their six year difference. She didn't necessarily hope that Jessie approved of her husband. Nell did and that was all that mattered to her. "I'm sure he'll only impress." She had confidence in the man she married. "And hopefully your students will impress you, too. Though I can't guarantee that. Might need to scare them into it." She didn't think Jessie was scary at all, though. It wouldn't work out very well then, now would it? She didn't think so, actually.
Nell laughed, lacing her fingers behind her back in an easygoing gesture. Her father had always told her that being bilingual would be a benefit to her. Then again, he assumed she'd be living in America her whole life, not Canada where one of the official languages was French. Or did he? She didn't want to dissect her father's psyche. "I think what you need for every country is just to ask where the bathrooms are. Everything else takes care of itself." And smart phones these days were certainly helpful with 3G Wifi and Google maps. Especially for her, someone who got lost more times than she actually got to the destination. Didn't stop her and Josh from getting lost in Paris. Speaking of Paris.... "Huzzah," Nell said, pumping her fists into the air. "Josh has won your favor without you even meeting him." All because of Paris. It was really nice, and she would love to go back someday.
Nell didn't have much leather. Or a catsuit. But it seemed something to consider. If Jessie and Tim Curry approved, she figured there had to be something good going on there. "I'll keep that in mind," she said with a firm nod. And then the woman was sharing her wise words of...something. She noticed that Jessie certainly wasn't against telling her all about herself and whatever went on in that head of hers. It was an admirable trait really. "Pretty good belief to have," she said. "I'm of the sort that keeps my private life very private, though. But it's nice hearing about you!" She just couldn't return anything. She didn't talk about her past, didn't even really talk about her hobbies much if she would have a much better time talking about someone else's hobbies. Nell liked to keep herself a mystery to others.
Nell crossed her arms as if she were very self-important and determined to have Jessie go to the medical wing. She hoped the woman did if anything happened. But then she sighed, apparently relenting. "Fine, you don't have to go," she said. Of course it was a farce though, like Nell had it in her capacity to order anyone to do anything. It was quite the ridiculous thought. She listed to the future art teacher's "uninteresting" story with a great amount of interest, wincing when she got to the part where the slide fell on her. Ouch. "I don't know how you survived," she jested. "Fractured bones really are no fun." Nell had no experience with anything fractured or broken, and she was thankful for that much. However, like Jessie, she had tales to share. She just chose not to share them.
Nell pressed a finger to her lips at the question of whether or not she were a food fairy. Big secret, that was. Apparently Jessie Yates could not turn down a good granola bar. Health food, aw right. Clearly, the Earth girl was fond. She listened to the tale of a mom and pop shop in Essex that had...what? "Lemony Cranberry Coconut Chia bars? That sounds interesting. Fun to make! I might have to go to Essex and steal the recipe." Hey, if it would make Jessie happy should she make it for her. Plus, experimenting with food was always fun. "Oooh, smoothies! I don't think I've ever had one, actually." Not that she could remember. There was a lot she still hadn't tried. "I'll trust your word on it, though. Even though smoothies don't sound too healthy in the winter." She generally avoided drinking anything too cold during these months. Though it wasn't quite winter yet, the cold was still felt. "Any other place you'd like to visit?" she questioned the woman. Hopefully Nell could take her wherever needed.
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