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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Aug 12, 2011 10:15:27 GMT -5
i think god is moving its tongue there's no crowd in the streets - - - - - -and no sun in- - - - - - MY OWN SUMMER Unaware of just how much guilt Josh felt about their ordeal—if she did know, the drastic measures may have been a firm whack over the head—Nell grinned at the thought of teaching him her second (or first?) language. Maybe she shouldn’t have been feeling so much pride about this, but she couldn’t help it. There was one thing she could help him out with. She played with a strand of her hair when he asked what she said. ”Well, there was no cursing involved this time,” she joked, since usually her foul mouth was usually reserved for her lapses in language. She didn’t know whether it was polite or even more rude. ”I just said that he owes me and that he doesn’t control my life. And that is true.” She said it firmly, crossing her arms. Josh wouldn’t understand the whole ‘he owes me’ deal, but it gave Nell a momentary slip back into her frustration with the man. He owes me for eleven freaking years. And whether he knows or not, he’s paying for it. Yeah, she was definitely not telling Josh about that. But her smile resurfaced when he offered to teach her French, her eyes bright and welcomnig to the idea of learning yet another language. ”That’d be great. And once you know Spanish, it’d be easier to learn Italian. They’re basically the same language.” When it comes to certain things, she did like learning. She didn’t have a lust for knowledge like Josh, but she did have a curiosity.
Nell laughed at his joke. No, he hadn’t really told her about his love for sweets (along with a lot of other things he’d never told her) and so this was as much a shock to her as it was to him. It was interesting what a game of twenty questions could help you learn. Maybe the subject of his sweet tooth would have come up later, but she didn’t now whether it would have been as entertaining to her as it was now. On the subject of their cook only preparing the crème de la crème when it came to food, her expression turned serious. ”Biased against tater tots? You should sit that cook of yours down and inform him that all food is the same in the eyes of the stove.” Her serious face had steadily been slipping throughout her words, and now it had fallen back into a cheery smile. It was interesting to learn that Josh even cooked for himself, and she asked, ”Are you good—“ She cut herself off with a wince. Great, she felt that if she asked anything more about one of her favorite subjects, she’d be cheating at their game. But Josh didn’t count her other little slip up so he could say that his mother cooked for them when she wasn’t very busy. It was very entertaining to think that while Nell grew up with her father’s cooking, Jossh grew up with his mother’s. Well, when papa was still around. The thought was bitter and pushed aside for the enjoyment the game was given her. She felt a bit immature for having so much fun with it, but everything she did was immature. And she was pretty sure he was entertained too.
Nell blinked as he seemed to be overjoyed at the fact she chose history and english as her favorite subjects, halting in picking apart yet another donut. As he spoke, she pursed her lips in thought. ”That’s right, I did find you in the history section that one time.” She was speaking of the library, which was probably the most awkward second meeting of her entire life. It makes sense that it would be his favorite subject, since even the professor knew that would be the best place to search for ‘Dale’. ”I won’t count that either. I’m guessing you were going to ask what I like about it? Well…I like learning about how people and societies interact with each other. Plus, I’m not too shabby at memorizing dates when there’s something important attached to them.” She pulled off a piece of her donut as she considered something. ”Okay, we’re going to have sub-questions so I can ask what you like about history. So…what do you like about history?” She didn’t know if this was breaking any rules, but she didn’t really care about that. It was something Josh was interested in, and so she wanted to hear more about it. Nell laughed a bit as she nodded enthusiastically. ”It was bound to happen, ya know?” They couldn’t always been different as night and day. ”I feel proud for suggesting it, then.” She rubbed her knuckles on her shirt with a smug grin on her face, but again, it wasn’t long before she started to laugh.
As Josh began to speak, she was mentally laughing at his choice of words, sounding more like a scholar than a teenager talking about his favorite bands. Then her ears picked up on the name of his favorite band, and she actually dropped her donut. ”You like The Strokes? As in Indie rock?” This kept getting better and better. Nell didn’t really know what kind of music he listened to. Maybe classical? Since he could play the piano and rich people liked that kind of stuff, right? But honestly, it was funny to hear that his favorite band was one she also liked. ”These similarities are starting to scare me, I have to say.” But she smiled while saying this and ate another donut before he asked his next question. Throwing her hands flat-down on the table, her arms grew wide. Swallow first, Nell. ”I like all kinds of movies!” she said enthusiastically. ”Action movies, film noirs, superhero movies, Spanish cinema, comedies…” Nell leaned back, looking to the side as she giggled a bit. ”Yeah, I like lots of movies,” she finished calmly. Now it was her turn, and she was actually more excited to be asking him questions than answering his own. ”Where is your favorite place to be?”
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 12, 2011 10:58:57 GMT -5
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I STUMBLE THROUGH THE WRECKAGE, RUSTED FROM THE RAIN. THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SALVAGE, NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME. AMONG THE BROKEN MIRRORS, I DON'T LOOK THE SAME - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - . He was a little surprised when Nell confessed what she'd said, though he did instantly believe her. Once you became a friend of Joshua Dale's, he'd accept your truths much quicker than he would those of a stranger. The matter of the man owing her something didn't really bother Joshua at all--a lot of parents owed their children things, at least in the eyes of these children themselves. He didn't think too much of it at all. However, he was slightly envious by the conviction in her voice when she said that her father didn't control her life. If only I could have such a luxury, he thought dryly to himself. He'd lived on his own, he'd experienced freedom. It frightened him. He'd grown up with a rather sheltered childhood, and he was a slight coward when it came to the thought of ever going through the phase of being poor and struggling ever, ever again. "Can you speak Italian?" he wondered, amused by the thought. There was a lot about her that Joshua didn't know. That was okay, however--they were friends, sure, but that didn't mean they needed to know every minor fact about one another. "I only know English, French, and some Latin, but the latter was only out of interest." He was hardly what you could call fluent in it, because it was rather difficult to be fluent in a dead freaking language. It's status of being dead was perhaps what fascinated him about it.
Nell seemed to acquire a moment of pure seriousness when she spoke of their cook, Joshua arching an eyebrow at her with an easy smile. "Maybe I will," he chuckled. In reality, he wasn't in the mood to have another argument with the cook. It had been difficult enough to get him to accept that one member of their family was vegetarian, and that meant he wouldn't be happy with just eating everything minus the meat. Joshua had to watch his diet just as his parents and little sister did, he hadn't been keen on developing any sort of deficiencies because he wasn't getting enough of something. There was already his paranoid stock of vitamins to worry about. Thank goodness that Donovan was a doctor and could soothe some of Joshua's fears about contracting illnesses because he didn't have enough iron in his blood, or something. He laughed when she cut herself off again. "Am I good at it?" he guessed, his colourless eyes light with teasing. "Well, you can sort of judge that myself. I have cooked for everyone once before, after all." His features slipped into a grin. "I'm decent at it, but I'm no chef. My knowledge comes from books, not actual prowess." That was his standing with most things for which he didn't have a natural talent: he read about it. He read cook books to learn how to cook, he read instruction manuals to learn how to do things.
Their reasons for enjoying history were different, but that hardly mattered to Joshua. He just liked the fact that they could relate about something, they could agree on something. Friendships could work between two vastly different people if they were willing to commit to them, but it always helped to have some sort of common ground on which to stand. "Sub-categories are fine with me," Joshua laughed, seeing as he had already slipped up once before and he didn't doubt that it would probably have happened again. "As for what I like about it... hmm..." He trailed off for a moment, thinking about his favourite subject and the things within that subject that he most enjoyed. "I think it's the fact there's so much of it," he said. "And it's fascinating how the actions of a single person have had domino effects over time, changing everything about the world and the way people interact with one another and the environment." He was interested in the change, the vastness of it all, the idea of ancient societies and cultures and the reasons that they'd died out. Ancient History, therefore, had been fun for him. "There's also the fact that it's different depending on who you speak with," he said. "It's not a definite thing. Some of the stories are lost forever, and there's only guesswork involved when it comes to what actually happened. I like that. It's... intriguing, I guess."
His friend seemed excited when he named his favourite band, and he smiled at her. "Why? Is that strange to you?' He wasn't offended by this in the least--Joshua did understand that he wasn't an open book, he appreciated that people weren't able to read him when they barely knew him as a person. This was also why Nell's little suggestion was perfect; they were learning more about one another through simple, silly questions. "Judging by the way you dropped your donut, just there... can I assume you like them, too?" It was voiced in a questioning manner, wondering if he was right. "As for genre, well, I don't pay that too much attention. If I like it, I like it." Nell's response to the question about movies actually made him chuckle softly, and it was amazing how much his mood was improving when he'd been so angry at her father earlier. He'd still (most likely) go off if she brought up something sensitive, but he was at least able to ignore the tightness of his chest. "Action movies? You?" It amused him to think of it. "Wouldn't have pegged you as the type," he confessed. "But it's a good thing. I like it." |
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Aug 12, 2011 15:19:37 GMT -5
i think god is moving its tongue there's no crowd in the streets - - - - - -and no sun in- - - - - - MY OWN SUMMER The question of speaking Italian made her smile a bit shyly. ”Just a little. But a funny fact is that you could probably have a conversation with a Spaniard in Italian. Vice-versa, too. French is similar, but honestly, I barely even know a few words.” Put her in Italy, and she’d be able to get by, but in France it was a different story. ”Italian is still more difficult to learn than Spanish, even though a lot of the words are the same.” She grinned as she finished, enjoying the fact that she sounded knowledgable about something when she was ignorant in most everything else. Sometimes, she did get a little self-conscious around Josh. He wasn’t pretentious, or anything of the sort, but she was just so…dumb. Luckily I have great self-esteem to make up for it. And of course Josh knew more languages than her, even if one was a dead language. ”Do you think you would like to learn all Romance languages?” That gave her a sort of idea. On her bucket list she could add learning all the languages in the world. Then, she could travel all over and speak to all kinds of people. Besides, she thought that maybe being bilingual already could help, since she knew similarities and differents. So it made her wonder if Josh felt the same way, if she could find some similarities between the two of them when they were such completely different people.
Nell gave him a firm thumbs up. In all seriousness, all food was good to her. She wasn’t a picky eater, of course, so gourmet verses plain did not even matter to her. Of course, she liked to eat healthy, but nowadays it was much too convenient to head to Burger King. If you don’t start eating right again, you’ll waste away, she scolded herself, and the thought made her throat clench and pause in scarfing down donuts. No, she didn’t want to waste away and fade. It was one of the many things that terrified her and kept her active and healthy. If she were to ever become sick, she didn’t know how she’d react. Deny it. Act like it wasn’t true. She could never be sick. Shaking her head a bit, she smiled at Josh and nodded. Yep, that was her question before she cut herself off for fear of cheating. Nell was an honorable player in everything—she never liked to cheat. ”Nothing wrong with learning from books.” And she gave a pointed look to show that yes, she understood that it was probably something he believed, being such a bookworm. She herself preferred experimentation with ingredients that probably shouldn’t be mixed together. And it worked. She just thought of how things tasted and how they would work together, no instruction needed. Of course, there were traditional dishes and probably a few passed down the Fuentes line she could learn. But she didn’t say all this out loud, because she could go on about food and cooking for days and she’d rather not bore Josh to tears.
It seemed she had underestimated just how much Josh actually liked history. It seemed he had a very strong passion for it. She wasn’t really like that, but she did enjoy learning about the past. If she actually thought about it, she would have found it ironic since she liked to avoid her own past, but she tried not to let those things occupy her mind. In any case, he did bring up interesting points before that she never would have realized otherwise. ”A lot of historians think the same way,” she said, when he came to say how everyone had their own versions of history. It was her own testament to how smart she believe him to be, comparing him to a scholar. ”But I know a friend of mine thinks history is a waste of time because of that, because you can’t be certain about some aspects. To each their own, I suppose.” Of course, Josh would probably like to disagree with this friend of hers. Oddly enough, the conversation hadn’t even occurred in history class. She hadn’t argued, because everyone had a right to their own opinion. She was just glad she and Josh had something they can agree on.
”Ah, no, no,” she said hurriedly, eyes bright. Nell had come to really like music, and wondered if perhaps it was something genetic. She’d rather not think on that, however, and just thought about the fact that it was so cool Josh liked the band and how much more awesome he’d become in her eyes. Nell nodded, and said, ”Music is music, yeah.” She had the same approach to music as she did other people’s view on history: to each their own. ”But I tend to like Indie rock, I’ve noticed, and The Strokes are great. Of course…I don’t really understand how they organize genres.” Only realizing about the music when the genre popped up on her iPod, she wouldn’t have otherwise been aware. She grinned mischeviously at his surprise. ”Explosions and car chases are very entertaining,” she said, laughter in her voice. ”Fight Club and Die Hard may be my favorite movies of all time.” Nell didn’t even care about his habit of tapping his fingers, which she noticed a few times before and therefore she could call it a habit. But it took a lot more to even irritate her, so she was pretty oblivious to his apologetic look when he stopped. ”The library isn’t cheesy at all! If I had to choose a place indoors that I’d like to be in, I’d have to agree on that. Even if…I do get lost…sometimes…” And of course she had to agree with the garden, since she did admire his mother’s and any other place full of flowers.
She had to really think about his next question. After all, she didn’t think she was that enigmatic, not like Josh. And she didn’t think anything about her was interesting enough to make note of. Nell didn’t even like talking about herself, really, she was much more interested in Joshua’s answers. Spinning a donut on her finger, she said, ”Uh…I have a collection of over eight hundred origami paper cranes? Is that surprising?” It was something she’d been doing her entire life and she wasn’t sure she’d ever told Josh about her goal to get to one-thousand before. ”Sorry, not that interesting.” She wore a half-smile, looking down a bit. Yeah, there really wasn’t much interesting about her at all. ”I have a sub-question! Or rather, can I turn that question back on you?” she said with amusement. Then after eating the donut she’d been playing with, she thought of her next question for him. ”Have you ever been to another country?”
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 12, 2011 20:07:16 GMT -5
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I STUMBLE THROUGH THE WRECKAGE, RUSTED FROM THE RAIN. THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SALVAGE, NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME. AMONG THE BROKEN MIRRORS, I DON'T LOOK THE SAME - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - . Joshua actually did take her question about languages seriously, even though it wasn't part of their game and thus he could have just called her out for cheating and gave her a sly little smirk. "Perhaps, though not just those," he said. "Language is something that fascinates me, especially the slang seeing as it's hard to understand the slurs of a culture which you don't come from. It's so multi-faceted." His lips twitched into an apologetic smile as he realised that he was getting excited again. Whenever Joshua was prompted to talk about something that involved learning, there was no hope for the conversation. It was going to distract him, you were going to get an earful, and unless you were a person that generally enjoyed hearing the boy speak, it would probably get boring. He had a lot of strange loves that some people wouldn't understand--learning was just the most commercialised one. It was hard to hide the fact that you were a bookworm. Not that he tried to hide it, hell no. He was proud of his intelligence and his study habits, he just didn't flaunt it like some arrogant, holier-than-thou douchebag. "Language seems to interest you as well, though. Am I right?" He was genuinely interested in finding more of this 'common ground' stuff. It was always nice. Especially with Nell, who actually fascinated Joshua--she was such a strange person overall, and that was likely why he enjoyed her company.
He was surprised when Nell likened him to a historian, but it was not an unwelcome surprise. Joshua didn't really try his hand at modesty or anything; if you handed him a compliment, he took it. He liked it when people told him he wasn't crap at something. All the same, it was a tad flattering and he managed a bit of a half-smile. "Maybe I was a historian in another life, you never know." He didn't believe in all of that second life bullshit--not that he'd judge Nell if she did--but for the sake of a joke he would pull up that familiar phrase. He really did enjoy history and being a historian probably would interest him, but it was not his calling (or so Josh believed). He had decided that he wanted to be a doctor, he was pretty much sold on that. Still, it was always nice to think of something to fall back on if... if being a doctor didn't exactly work out. Hush. It'll work, it's got to. He pushed the moment of self-doubt from his mind, focusing on Nell and on their conversation, willing himself not to drag his mood down. He was doing good. "Waste of time?" Nell might have just suggested that the sky was green today, there was so much disbelief that flashed through his expression. Shaking his head, Joshua replied, "No, no way. History is not a waste of time--a bit foggy, maybe, but how would we ever survive if we didn't know anything about the world?" Indeed, Joshua couldn't imagine a world without his history. Then again, the boy was incredibly biased--it was his favourite subject and all.
They had another similarity in music, it seemed. "I've never really got the music genre thing, either. All I know is that classic is usually old and that metal makes my ears bleed." He winked slightly at her. Just as she'd suspected, he had grown up with some classical pieces, mainly because his mother knew how to play them and would showcase them to their company when they had people over. It wasn't necessarily something he loved, but he was accustomed to it. It was familiar, and familiarity was something that comforted Josh. "I like action sometimes," he said. "Mostly I just watch documentaries and films based on true stories, but I can be flexible. Not everything I do involves books." The last bit was thrown in as a good-natured joke, because he didn't really think that Nell saw him as someone that absolutely could not shift out of his bookworm nature no matter what you did. "Oh, and psychological thrillers. Mindfuck concepts, you know?" He was a little sheepish as he admitted this. He liked movies that unfolded like books, where the endings weren't always predictable and where the final conclusion made your head spin with the revelation. Alright, so maybe books did worm their way into almost everything with him.
Joshua blinked. "Yes," he said honestly, though he seemed more intrigued than put off by this revelation. "Quite surprising. I didn't know you liked origami, and... eight hundred? Is it a habit of yours?" He grinned slightly, kidding around again. He was in a light-hearted mood and enjoying their game, so the jokes came easily and he was even smiling more than usual. They were quick smiles, grins, smirks... but they were there. That was more than he could usually say. "You could, but I'll need a moment to think about it." Whilst he was mulling over his strange rituals and quirks in his brain, he took the time to answer her next official question of their game. "Several times," he replied. "My parents travel often--my mother for conferences, my father for business or recreation. Sometimes they'll take me along. I really liked Ireland, and I've always wanted to visit Germany." He didn't know why Germany intrigued him, it just did. Now he paused for a moment, thinking of his habits again. What did he do that she wouldn't expect?
"I don’t like amusement parks," he said at last. It might have been another joke, but Joshua seemed quite serious as he said it. "I had never experienced them as a child, and when we went with Annabel one year… no, they are definitely not my idea of fun." He shook his head, then cracked a bit of a wry smile. "I mostly just sat on the benches and read whilst she went on all of the rides, and she still hasn't forgiven me for that, I don't believe." It was said lightly, so he clearly didn't mean his sister was holding anything against him. Annabel had just been pouty and upset that big brother didn't want to have fun with her. It wasn't that he was scared of roller coasters or rides, they just... weren't his thing, just as he'd said. "You're not easily annoyed," he remarked. "So is there anything that does annoy you? Pet peeves, trivial things?" He was honestly curious, because she was just such a good person that the idea of her getting angry was almost amusing.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Aug 13, 2011 15:20:34 GMT -5
i think god is moving its tongue there's no crowd in the streets - - - - - -and no sun in- - - - - - MY OWN SUMMER Nell chuckled when Josh started to go on about his zeal for languages. It was...cute? Well no, cute wasn't a good word to describe Josh at all. But to see him enjoying conversation about something like languages was funny in any case. "Every language in the world, that’s quite the task. There are over six-thousand…I think you can do it.” She would certainly try. She knew what he meant about how multi-faceted language was, though, since she’d learn on her own time all the words used in countries like Mexico that weren’t in Spain. And how Spain is the only country to use vosotros form. But she didn’t say these things, not wanting to seem like a know it all about the only information she felt that she was good with. ”Yep, yep. I really want to go to a lot of places, and it’d be awesome to actually hold conversations with people in those places and not be a typical tourist.” There’s a whole wide world that hse wanted to see, and so she would do everything she could to go to every country. And she didn’t want to be the tourist holding a dictionary and stumbling over a language that should be respected.
”Maybe you should go to a psychic or something to find out,” she said with a laugh. Did Nell believe in stuff like that? No, not really. She liked to believe that there were mysteries in the world, but she also liked to think that this plane of existence was the only one. Simply because she loved it so much and didn’t want there to be anything better. Nell shrugged with a half-smile at his objection. ”You should find him and tell him that,” she said. ”But you know…you can’t force people to like things. Live and let live.” History was important to society, but she understood where her friend had come from. How can you believe that some records weren’t lies and that some history was fabricated? But then you have people like Josh who could combat that by saying it’s the reason society should delve deeper into it. But she still liked to let people have their own way when it came to the things they liked. Which is why she couldn’t find a reason to judge Josh on his whole bookworm deal.
And it seemed his bookworm mentality even leaked into movies. Why are you so serious, Josh? The thought wasn’t exasperated or anything, it was just curious. ”Nonfiction seems to be your thing.” That was a-okay. It was a part of his personality after all. And why would she judge when he never did so about her huge appetite and the fact that she was much more ignorant than him. It was probably the reason they worked so well. ”Like American Psycho? Or Taxi Driver?” She was also proud of the fact that she was becoming a bit of a movie buff, since whenever she was stuck inside her apartment she liked to pop in a movie to distract her. ”I think I’ve been watching too many movies lately, actually. Maybe I should pick up a book.” She laughed after the last part. Nell wasn’t allergic to books or anything—she just rarely found the time to sit down and stay still long enough to finish one. It was a chore to stay in one place for too long.
She laughed lightly, a bit surprised that he called it a habit. ”I’ve never actually thought of it before, but that actually what it is.” Whenever she had nothing else to do, it was just a natural thing. Wow. How come she’d never realized that before Josh pointed it out? Nell’s smile was soft when she explained, ”There’s a Japanese myth that if you fold one-thousand paper cranes, whatever wish you make will come true. I’ve been folding them since I was little but I had to restart once.” Usually, the cranes were folded for those in poor health, which was exactly how she started. Taking thoughts around anything that involved the past, her eyes brightened with conversation of travel. It was one of her many dreams to go to all those countries, places that Josh had probably been to before. ”Ireland? Did you kiss the Blarney Stone?” Usually, there was at least one thing she wanted to do when visiting a country, not counting eating all of the food she could. One of them was to hang off the side of a castle to kiss a stone. ”I don’t know a lot about Germany, actually. Except birkenstocks and beer.” Well, both countries were known for their bear—Ireland moreso for the amount of drinking they did. She thought it would be nice to have parents that traveled so she could tag along. She was sure her father did sometimes and he would be one to take her to Spain, probably, but she wanted to visit the country of her heritage with someone she actually liked.
Nell snorted a bit at the fact that he didn’t like amusement parks. ”Really? I never would have thought…” It made some amount of sense though. He was a serious person after all. ”I’ve never actually been to one, so I don’t know what the rides or like.” She didn’t ask if it was because of motion sickness, sense he just said they weren’t for him. It would be nice to actually go to one, but clearly it wouldn’t be with Josh. ”I’m sure the wound healed with time,” she joked about Annabel being upset that he hadn’t gone on the rides with her. Jeez, his questions really made her think. Mainly because she never actually thought about what made her tick before. Nell wanted to tell him that there were things that annoyed her, like how his finger tapping may have annoyed others. But she honestly couldn’t think of anything. ”Well…not trivial stuff. Though I have to say even the littlest things my relatives do manage to piss me off.” It was true, especially for her father. A simple ‘hola’ got her going. And she wished she could elaborate on that, but there was the fact she didn’t like talking about herself and that she didn’t want to explain what these things were. And it was back to her question. Josh was good at this, but her next one seemed…irrelevant. In her mind, though, there was a lot you could learn from someone by asking it. ”You’re gonna think this is silly, but… How long do you think you’d last in a zombie apocalypse? Remember to factor in how well you think on your feet and how physically fit you are.” If you thought about it, it was really determining how good one’s survival skills were.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 13, 2011 16:23:28 GMT -5
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I STUMBLE THROUGH THE WRECKAGE, RUSTED FROM THE RAIN. THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SALVAGE, NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME. AMONG THE BROKEN MIRRORS, I DON'T LOOK THE SAME - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - . Six thousand was a whole lot of languages indeed, and considering Joshua didn't want to spend his life as a translator, he understood that it was not a realistic goal to learn every single one. Perhaps for Nell, seeing as she had such a fascination for them, but not for Josh. "Maybe not every one," he said with a half-smile. "I would like to learn a few more, however. Plus, just as you said, there are many languages quite similar to one another." One thing he would like to do was learn a lot more about the medical field. Not wanting to bore Nell with all of his medical jargon, however, Joshua merely left it at that. He laughed softly when she suggested a psychic for his apparent 'second life', nodding. "I'll look into that." He was kidding of course--Joshua didn't believe in psychics and fortune-telling. He was also an Atheist and relied heavily on science to tell him what he knew about the world, so any sort of 'second existence' didn't make any sense to him. "I never said that he couldn't dislike it," Josh frowned. "I only said that it wasn't unnecessary. I don't like Math, but I know why it exists and I don't try to pass it off as unimportant." His reasons for not liking Math were likely different from the reasons Nell's friend hated history, however. Josh just didn't like that it was so uniform, so absolute. There was no room for flexibility in the subject at all, and this bored him. He enjoyed doing things by instruction, but it was a bit too much instruction for his liking. He was good at it, he just wasn't fond.
A sheepish smile adorned his features. "Guilty," he admitted. There was no reason to deny that he was largely into non-fiction, none at all. He could even go so far as to say that he was proud of his love, that it was nothing he felt he should be ashamed of. "I do like some books and films outside the genre, though," he said in his own defence. He didn't want her to see him as someone so rigid and serious that he couldn't enjoy a book that wasn't about science or the real world in every way. Smile suddenly turning almost sly, he said, "I've been reading through the books you got me for my birthday. They're rather well written, and I'll admit I didn't expect that. I was under the impression that it was children's literature, but it's more than that I think." Even Josh could admit defeat sometimes. He had been wrong to assume that it's children's fantasy label meant that it would be boring and amateur. "So I can be convinced to like things outside of my usual... stereotypes." He used the word with some distaste. He didn't like assumptions and labels, but he hadn't really been sure how else to word it. "Things like that, yes," he agreed when Nell named a couple of movies.
It might have seemed childish to anyone else, but it was almost adorable to think that Nell had been folding the little origami cranes since she'd been a young kid. "Lost count, eh?" he chuckled when she said that she had to restart. At least he was assuming that was what had happened, considering the count to one thousand was very, very long and it would be easy to lose focus and mess up. "I'd never heard that myth before now," he said, seeming interested. "Guess you'll find out if it's true in two hundred more, hmm?" His tone was playful and light. He was not smiling, but he seemed to be in good spirits and to those that knew him, that was enough. "No, actually," he admitted when she asked about the Stone in Ireland. "We did see the castle from afar, but we were in a bit of a hurry. Rather unfortunate. Maybe I'll get the chance if I go again." He really didn't mind either way. When Joshua travelled he preferred to witness the cultures and languages of the people, try the cuisine, things like that. He might not have liked people too much, but they fascinated him all the same. Everyone around the world and in different countries were so unique.
He wasn't surprised when she didn't have any typical pet peeves like your average person--he hadn't been expecting anything like that. Her question, however, required a lot more than just a simple answer. He was entirely serious as he thought about it for a moment and then started in on a hesitant prediction, "Well, I know I wouldn't be of much use physically," he said. "I quite like my brains and I don't fancy having them eaten. However, I'd like to think that I'm logical enough to go into hiding and use my powers when necessary to keep myself alive. I would hope that I'd be able to survive until I ran out of food or something." He may have been serious and disbelieving in the possibility of a zombie apocalypse, but he understood that her question was metaphorical. "Overall it depends on whether or not I was cornered." If he got trapped in a building full of them, his powers wouldn't really help. The only way to kill them was with a bullet to the head, if he remembered correctly from cliché zombie horror flicks. But if he was able to stay out of their way and rely on basic survival skills, he could at least use his powers for heat and light source. Of course, he was over-analysing, but she'd expected that sort of answer, right?
It was his turn again, and Joshua blinked as he reached into the box for another donut and came up empty handed. He glanced into the box of crumb-and-sprinkle residue, then shrugged and decided that he was full anyway. He'd been so immersed in his conversation with Nell that he hadn't even been concentrating on the food. He only had a couple sips of tea left, however, and that was not good. Swallowing them down, he excused himself with a polite, "I'll be back in a bit," and went to get another. "Right," he said as he sat back down and placed the steaming tea on their table, "where were we? Ah... let's see..." He frowned thoughtfully. "How about a classic question--if you had to lose either your sight or your hearing, what would you choose? And why, if I'm allowed that sub-question." It was Joshua's belief that you could learn a lot about a person through such questions.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Aug 14, 2011 17:52:04 GMT -5
i think god is moving its tongue there's no crowd in the streets - - - - - -and no sun in- - - - - - MY OWN SUMMER Talk of learning about things made her lean forward in her seat, interested in what Josh had to say. She didn’t have a lust for learning that she’d dig in books for hours on end to find out something. Her interest laid mostly in people. Like Josh, who she just couldn’t figure out no matter how much he told her about his love for history and his love for anything that involved books and learning. ”I’m glad you liked them! I was kind of worried since I didn’t exactly know what books you liked, so I took a shot in the dark,” she admitted while twirling a piece of hair around her finger shyly. She was really glad that he liked the books, especially since she hadn’t even read them before so she didn’t understand what they were about. ”Sub-question! Do you get stereotyped a lot?” Nell didn’t really understand stereotypes. She grew up…sheltered, in a way, so that she didn’t understand how people could be labeled as certain things. Except ‘whore’ as her mother quite literally labeled her, and ‘murderer’ as the law labeled her.
Nell ducked her head a bit when he talked about losing count. ”Actually, it was a stint of pyromania.” Hopefully he would infer that she’d burnt her other cranes, and just leave it at that. He’d come upon her burning pictures before, so maybe he wouldn’t take it as an odd occurrence. ”But that sometimes happens…which is why I take note of what number I’m at.” The little scrap of paper sat on her coffee table, with number scribbled out one after the other. She knew the exact number was now eight-hundred and fifty six. She grinned and lifted her eyebrows in amusement as she said, ”I learned about it from a book, actually.” See, she wasn’t a complete uneducated hick, even though her formal school education was practically non-existent. ”I actually don’t really know what to wish for anymore,” she said. It was more like a thought that she decided to voice aloud. Nell always wondered if wishes like ‘world peace’ or ‘ending hunger’ would be too big for whatever higher power took its cues from paper cranes. ”It stinks that you can’t pack a lot into your vacation when you go. There’s always so much to see, and not enough time to see it in.” She’d never experience it in another country, but the lack of time always held true. It was like there wasn’t enough hours in the day.
She was glad that Josh made no comment on the silliness of her question. Because since he was a serious guy—even though he had admitted to roaming outside his nonfiction—something told her he didn’t think a zombie apocalypse would be happening any time soon. Unless, it was by way of virus or something medical and scientific like that. She could recommend some books and movies for that. The comment about liking his brains greatly amused her, and she had to push her drink away so she could laugh. “Well, I’m sure you won’t do what everyone doees in the movies do and run into an old, worndown abandoned building and end up getting trapped. Yeah…smarts definitely factors into it.” She never really thought about how much logic would go into it. Survival was something on her mind a lot in her life, and she had a list of techniques and tips for real-life cases of survival, memorized from books. They were necessary back then. ”I’m sure you’ll have enough time before an apocalypse occurs to plan your strategy,” she joked. As a matter of fact, she was at least somewhat positive there was a book with tips out there, and wondered if Josh knew that being…well, Josh.
Nell waited patiently until Josh came back with more tea. She was still working on her donuts, one box finished and the next half-way done. Hell, she may need to get more. Oh great, he chose a hard one. ”I’d rather be deaf, so I can still drive a sexy car…when I get one,” she said, not even holding back her laugh. She’d really have to think about that, and so it took her a moment of chewing on a donut before she came up with a serious answer. ”I think, definitely lose my hearing. Because then I’d still be able to see my flowers.” Plants meant a lot to her, though she wouldn’t go on and on about them with Josh. She just saved the earful for her Earth friends when they got excited about certain species of plant life. Flower children, for sure. ”I think that question really has to do what was important in your life that you don’t think you would be able to live without, ya know. And because my friends are most important to me, I would be fine with either one actually. Because neither would affect my relationships…hopefully.” It would be difficult to communicate being deaf, but friends would find a way to work around that.
It was hard to choose just one question that she wanted to ask out of all of them swirling around in her head. To say that learning about Josh was interesting for her was an understatement. What she wanted to know wouldn’t be able to fit beneath twenty questions, but she would certainly try. She snapped her fingers when she thought she came up with a good one. ”If you could sit down and talk to any person that lived in the past, who would it be? And why?” He was a history buff so hopefully he would like this one. Of course, it could also be a dead relative or something like that. Nell was truly enjoying this game, with it presenting so many opportunities to learn about Josh and what goes on in that strange head of his.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 14, 2011 19:27:03 GMT -5
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I STUMBLE THROUGH THE WRECKAGE, RUSTED FROM THE RAIN. THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SALVAGE, NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME. AMONG THE BROKEN MIRRORS, I DON'T LOOK THE SAME - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - . Joshua grinned slightly when she expressed her delight at her gift being well-received. It really wasn’t hard to please a bookworm like Josh, and as long as you didn’t get him some shitty and cliché teenage literature or a book without a plot, he’d probably pick it up and read it. “Well, you can consider it a successful shot,” he told her. She asked him one of their infamous sub-questions, to which he immediately replied, “I’m beginning to realise what a situation we’d be in if it weren’t for these sub-questions.” He laughed a little, but then cleared his throat and opted to reply more seriously to what she’d asked him. Did he get stereotyped a lot? Why yes, he did, depending on what way you looked at it. Should he be honest about this? He really didn’t see a reason to lie to Nell at the moment. “I do,” he replied. “I get all of the typical things like gender and class stereotyping, I’m stuck with elemental stereotypes, but it doesn’t really stop there.” He wasn’t doing this to whine. In fact, it wasn’t often that Joshua talked about the way that others treated him or viewed him. He wasn’t someone that whined a lot or made a habit out of complaining. Internally, perhaps, but he didn’t want to come off as bitchy. “Apparently in our society it’s alright to assume someone is homosexual because they have an overly generous closet, or that they’re some heavy-metal addict because they like dark clothing.” He snorted and rolled his eyes. “It’s a lot of garbage, in my opinion, but there’s your answer.” Trying to offset the irritated mood with something a little less grim, he added a half-smile and said, “It’s all just talk, I don’t put any stock in it. I’m quite sure I’m not gay and loud music makes my ears hurt.”
Joshua arched an eyebrow at Nell. “Pyromania?” It was purely to express the irony of the situation. He was not asking what it was, for he obviously knew, and he wasn’t going to ask her why she’d burned them. “Bet you regretted that when you had to start over again, eh?” It was rhetorical and said with a bit of a chuckle. Joshua literally did take what she’d said at face value, assuming that she might have been interested in burning things and that the paper cranes had simply been the closest thing. He was taking her honesty up-front, and that said a lot about how Joshua valued Nell as a person. His acceptance of honesty was always a big step in dealing with people. “A book? You?” He was only teasing her, and the way his eyes sparkled with a teasing mischief a moment later clearly conveyed this. “I’m only kidding,” he said, just to be sure she understood that he didn’t see her as an undereducated sod. “What sort of book was it?” Believe it or not, Joshua had never really picked up a book on origami or arts and crafts before. Again, he usually only picked up books that had to do with serious or literal things. He could be persuaded to act outside of this stereotype, but he usually didn’t do so on his own. “I’m sure you’ll come up with something when the time comes,” he encouraged lightly. Nell then mentioned regret for a lack of planning in vacations, and this encouraged a soft snort. “That, plus the fact that it wasn’t actually a vacation. My father was away on business, he just invited me along because he figured I’d find it fun. He wasn’t entirely wrong.” He still loved the Irish accent, and at least he’d gotten something out of it after all, right?
Joshua, too, managed to laugh at Nell’s joke about cars. He also assumed that she wasn’t done in answering the question seeing as the two of them were treating this game seriously. He appreciated that she was considering his questions just as much as he did hers, for he saw this as a real sort of way to learn about Nell without being too invasive or blunt with his questions. Friendship didn’t always have to involve knowing the deepest and darkest secrets of the other person. Sometimes something as simple as knowing their favourite movie or what they thought of music was enough, because it helped you to find similarities and to relate to one another. “I think I’d rather be deaf, too,” he said thoughtfully, “though it’s not so hard to guess why. I’d go mental without my books.” He might not be able to ever hear Belle’s laugh again or listen to his mother ramble on and on about her garden, but at least he could see them smiling and watch their face light up about something that he did. See, Josh wasn’t entirely selfish. He, too, factored family into the question. “You pretty much hit the nail on the head, I think,” he agreed when Nell analysed the question. There was something touching about the way she said she wouldn’t be able to live without her friends, knowing that he could count himself amongst those invaluable people. It was nice, even.
He blinked when Nell snapped her fingers, though it amused him. “You’re quite good at these questions,” he accused almost teasingly. Joshua then went quiet for a moment as he tried to consider who he might want to have a chat with. “I think I’d really like to talk to a historian,” he replied. ”One of them from the ancient times, you know? It’s like we were talking about earlier--things have become so warped and twisted in places that we don’t really know the truth. It would be nice to clear some of that up.” Of course, it wasn’t like that could ever happen, but he’d treated the question as if it was a tried and true possibility of their time. “Ah, it’s just one of those things I guess I’ll never know.” His sigh was wistful, but Josh still didn’t sound too upset about it all. At any rate, it was Joshua’s turn to ask a question and he only had to think for a moment before a cheeky sort of smirk played upon his lips. “I’ve got one,” he said. “We both know you’ve got quite the appetite,” Josh said, gesturing to the donuts with a chuckle. It wasn’t meant to be offensive, for he didn’t judge her or hold it against her. “Are there any foods that you can’t eat? Perhaps that you won’t eat?” Hey, he was curious.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Aug 14, 2011 23:19:25 GMT -5
i think god is moving its tongue there's no crowd in the streets - - - - - -and no sun in- - - - - - MY OWN SUMMER Nell smiled when he joked about the sub-questions. ”Yep, we’re definitely not cheating or anything.” She didn’t care about the rules, as long as she could just keep asking questions. Especially when it came to learning about how he viewed things. Like stereotypes, something she’d never been introduced to before. So when he listed off the sterotypes he had attached to him, she didn’t understand a few of them. Like the big closet thing. ”I don’t have any gay friends, so I wdon’t really know, but…I don’t think closet size determines sexual orientation,” she said with a hint of confusion in her voice. She didn’t want to come off as naïve, especially since this bothered Josh, but she honestly didn’t really have a clue about things like that. And she didn’t think unless those black shirts had band logos on them that….well, that just didn’t make sense. She liked black, and a lot of her family liked to wear black. She even had an Iron Maiden shirt that she got secondhand, and yet she only knew some of their songs. ”Stereotypes are honestly just confusing,” she said with a bit of a huff. Ironic, since they were meant to make things ‘easier’ for people, but all they did was make her wonder what went on in some people’s heads.
Nell dipped her head in what may have been seen as a timid gesture, but it was really to hide the fact that she was frowning. But she regained her smile when she looked up and laughed. ”Not my best decision, no.” It wasn’t like those cranes mattered to her in the moment she had burnt them though. Her sister died before they even reached eight-hundred. So Nell was upset and distraught and didn’t think that by burning them she would be incurring her mother’s wrath. She smiled evne wider when he teased her, and she teased right back, ”I’m just trying to compete with you.” Remembering the story that had given her the idea of the cranes, she said, ”I was reading about a girl who folded cranes when she was sick with leukemia. She died before she could get them all, but her classmates had finished the rest.” It was a sad story, and one she could relate to in a way. But there was only Nell left after Tilly’s death—no one else remembered her except a family and a father that didn’t care. She smiled flickered for a moment when Josh said that she’d think of one, but she didn’t say anything more on that. Instead, she listened to him talk about his trips with his father. Well that was interesting. Usually parents wouldn’t bring along their children to important trips like that, or at least she didn’t think so.
Nell tried real hard not to smile when Jsoh brought up that his reason for choosing deafness would be because of books. ”I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be smiling,” she said, turning her head away, acting innocent. ”That’s a good reason, though.” All joking aside, she could completely understand him, of course. It was all a matter of what you wanted to do. What was important to her. It seemed he agreed about the friends thing, and she wondered if he thought his friends to be as important to him as they were to her. The people she’d come to know where the world to her, and she hoped that even if she was struck blind, deaf, and dumb she’d still have those people in her life. She was pretty sure Josh wouldn’t leave her because of something like being handicapped—he stuck around when he found out she was a murderer. So he was among the people she thought of when she considered the friendships she had.
Nell spread her arms and rolled her eyes to the ceiling, as if she didn’t know where her amazing question asking abilities came from. Honestly, she had to think about the ones he asked, which was great. So many things that he’d asked, she’d never even thought about. She could at least try to match that. Amused by how forlorn he was about the fact that he would enver be able to have a conversation with those people, she once again tried to resist the smile that found its way onto her face. ”You know what…mystery is a good thing.” This decision was followed by a nod and she took another donut out, looking at Josh matter-of-factly. ”If we knew everything about the world and its past, it would take the majesty away. So don’t be too sad that you can’t ressurect a historian and have a cup of tea with him.” She said the last part jokingly, even laughed a bit after saying it. In her mind, there should always be wonder in the world. Sure, it would be nice to know about things like Stonehenge and what lay at the deepest points of the sea, but it would also mean losing something great.
His next question sounded like it would involve her love of food, and she looked at him with her eyebrows scrunched together. ”…I have an appetite? Well this is news to me.” She didn’t mind the fact that her absurd intake of food was noticed—it would be disturbing should someone not notice that she did eat quite a lot. Nell bit her lip as she thought about the question, though. ”And you think I as the tough ones,” she said pensively. ”Does broken glass count? Because I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t eat that. Otherwise, I haven’t eaten anything that I haven’t like. Plus, I’ll try at least everything once.” Now that she thought of it, she couldn’t think of anything she’d eaten that she didn’t like. In any case, it was her turn now, and she rubbed her hands together as she thought. ”What is the most useless purchase you’ve ever made?” He had a lot of money, so she wondered just how many shopping sprees and whatnot he went on. Boys didn’t go on shopping sprees, though, right? But still, buyer’s remorse was more than possible.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 15, 2011 9:51:22 GMT -5
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I STUMBLE THROUGH THE WRECKAGE, RUSTED FROM THE RAIN. THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SALVAGE, NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME. AMONG THE BROKEN MIRRORS, I DON'T LOOK THE SAME - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - . There was something like naivety there when Nell spoke to him, seemingly confused by the world of stereotyping. It wasn’t something he normally would have picked up on, but he knew that the masculinity versus femininity roles were pretty common knowledge to most. Including his own grandfather, who never missed a moment to remind him that he enjoyed shopping far too much. “It doesn’t, clearly,” Joshua replied. “You’ve seen my closet, after all. I have nothing against homosexuality, but I’ve never felt attracted to a man. I have space in my closet and I choose to utilize that space. I don’t see anything wrong with that, but there are people who disagree.” He waved his hand almost dismissively, pressing his lips together into a frustrated line. Joshua would never understand why people always chose to victimise one another as they did, to make fun of someone because of something that they were born with or something that they liked doing. Josh would take stabs at someone’s attitude--if they were acting like a child, he would call them out on it, but he certainly wouldn’t accuse them of being gay. What was wrong with liking guys, anyway? Girls like guys and no one went after them for it. Josh could never truly understand it, but it bothered him all the same. Then, before he could think to stop talking, he said, “My own grandfather never misses the chance to remind me of how feminine my hobbies are. Just because I find no pleasure in tackling anyone to the ground for a liv--” He cut himself off, realising that he was starting to rant and grimacing in Nell‘s direction. “Sorry,” he apologised almost immediately. “Now I’m the one drowning you in my problems. Don’t pay it any mind.”
Joshua didn’t notice when Nell frowned, taking her ‘timid’ gesture to be just that. It was kind of awkwardly adorable the way she ducked her head like that. Then she laughed and acknowledged that it hadn’t been her best decision, and they were moving on in the conversation being none-the-wiser about what she was really thinking. “That is… rather sad,” he said. Joshua was able to pick the correct choice of words for the situation, but did he really feel an aching sadness for the story? No, no he did not. He had noticed quite some time ago that he didn’t cry when other people did during a sad movie. At first he’d passed it off to more emotional stability, but when some things even got the other guys in the room to tear up and he felt nothing, it had caused a strange feeling in his stomach. Why am I so different? He didn’t want to be too distracted from his conversation with Nell, though. “It was good of her classmates to do something like that.” He really did think that it was a lovely thing to have done, he wasn’t lying, but he was pretending to be more affected than it actually made him feel. Not wanting to stay on this topic for too long in fear that Nell might notice his abnormal reactions to such a depressing tale, he added his own chuckle into the mix when she laughed at his choice in the question. “Go ahead and laugh,” he invited, gesturing with his hand as if to say that it didn’t matter to Josh either way. For it didn’t--he really didn’t mind if she found it funny. “I won’t take any offence.”
Nell was ever the optimist, finding a bright point in a situation that might otherwise have been quite depressing or at very least maddening. Joshua chuckled, his lips twitching but never really forming the smile that could have been. “I suppose you’re right,” he concluded with a dip of his head. This time he was not lying, for he understood where his friend was coming from and he agreed with her on the subject. “After all, I don’t suppose my favourite class would be very favourable if everything was so monotone, so… exact. It’s why I dislike Math, after all.” He swatted her playfully with an accusing, “Ah, now you’re making me tell you things outside of the games, you cheater!” His eyes, however, were bright with amusement. He was glad that he’d chosen to sneak out of the house and hang out with her here, because he knew that it might be quite a while before his parents would allow him to step foot outside of the house again. He wanted to enjoy his freedom, and with Nell’s help he was doing just that. It was easy to enjoy himself when he was with such a good friend, and he regretted that he hadn’t treated her with more trust and respect a little earlier. She really was a good person, and yet he’d shown his ‘thanks’ to her kindness by threatening to cut her when they’d first met.
She seemed to be having difficulty with the question about food, and this delighted Joshua. That was what he’d been going for--he wanted to ask the tough questions, the abnormal questions, so that he might learn interesting facts about her. It was quite amusing to consider that the two of them were playing a back-and-forth game and each enjoyed the answers of the other more than their own. Joshua answered as honestly as he could and he certainly didn’t act as if this was a bore, but he was really playing it so that he could learn more about the girl sitting across from him. “Glass?” Joshua repeated incredulously, then laughed. “I wouldn’t say it did, considering I can’t fathom why anyone would want to eat it.” He made a face and rubbed at his throat for a moment as if imagining how painful and bad it would feel going down. The teenager shuddered, deciding ultimately that it wasn’t an idea he wanted to entertain. “So you’re a total omnivore, eh?” This time he did smile, appearing entertained by this as he dipped his head. “I may not be surprised, but I am impressed. There are a lot of things I can’t eat, and meat is only one little spot in that category.” He was being honest and genuine when he said that it was impressive, not pulling her leg or anything. Nell fascinated him, he couldn’t help it. He didn’t look down on her appetite because clearly she knew how to take care of her body, so it didn’t affect anything in the end.
Joshua blinked at her. “Good question,” he complimented with a bit of a frown. “I’ll need a moment to think, if you don’t mind? I’ve made a lot of pretty stupid purchases, I’ll try and narrow down what tops the list…” He trailed off and, despite his best efforts to keep it from doing so, the finger tapping started again. At least it was light, for it wasn’t like he had a French manicure that clicked against the polished wood of the table and grated upon one’s eardrums or anything. “Well I guess you could count all of the things I’ve bought and then not used or only used once,” he replied, brow furrowing. “I really can’t think of one thing that stands out.” Joshua didn’t realise how incredibly spoiled or privileged this made him sound. He could have anything that he wanted, so it didn’t matter if he bought something and lost interest immediately after the purchase. They’d just give it away or else shove it into the attic into a box where it would never see the light of day again. Joshua never had to go through the hassle of returning something if it didn’t work--Patricia usually insisted on it, but there was just the sense that it wasn’t necessary for money. “What’s the silliest thing you’ve ever taken part in?” he asked after a moment, propping his elbow against the table and sipping lazily at his tea.
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Aug 15, 2011 16:29:31 GMT -5
i think god is moving its tongue there's no crowd in the streets - - - - - -and no sun in- - - - - - MY OWN SUMMER Nell guessed she was glad that she’d never been introduced to stereotypes before, especially since she didn’t understand the whole closet thing. And she guessed Josh didn’t either. She never thought anything about his huge wardrobe, except that it would be a nice place to live. And that wealthy people probably had bigger closets for all the clothes they were able to buy. Sexuality never crossed her mind, and she thought it silly now. Then the topic of his grandfather came up, and her face twitched into a frown. ”Let me guess, Patrick?” She didn’t think Trish’s father was the one he was speaking of, since the man seemed genuinely nice, if not eccentric. ”That explains the closet comment. I knew I got bad vibes from him.” She nodded as if this was the final say in all matters of his grandfather. Well, it seemed like she did have evil grandfather senses. Using the donut in her hand to point at Josh she said, ”Don’t listen to him. Grandparents should be rolling around in wheelchairs and using walkers, not being…meanies.” She decided it would be best to censor herself, since she didn’t like saying anything offensive about others families, even though her own was fair game. Which is why she never defended her father. Grinning at his apology, she said, ”You can use me to bounce your complaints off of anytime.”
Nodding, Nell didn’t really notice that there was no direct expression of sadness on his face or anything like that. Since she thought him to be so stoic, it seemed like a Josh thing to do. Besides, she didn’t expect him to break out crying over the story. Even though she always felt sad thinking about it, both because it was a terrible story and because it also reminded her of a sick little girl she knew who didn’t get to live. But she didn’t want to think of depressing topics too long during this game, so she brushed it off, and laughed when he explained about math, and she held up her hands. ”I never cheat and I take offense to that.” But it was really difficult to take the smile off her face to be at all serious. She was now used to this kind of behavior with Josh, so that she could actually enjoy it. The best times were always had sneaking out, and she would know that, wouldn’t she. She really didn’t want Josh to have to go back there to endure his parents’ punishment, but there was nothing she could do short of hiding him in a bomb shelter. And that wouldn’t be at all convenient. So she’d just make sure to enjoy the time that he had away from his house.
She dropped her head and mussed up her hair as if disappointed by the fact that glass was inedible. ”Yeah, didn’t think so. I guess that means there really isn’t anything I won’t eat.” Nell smiled, even though it was kind of odd now that she thought about it. But it was also a good thing to her that there was a boundless amount of food out there that she could enjoy. She didn’t think there would be something she disliked after all these years of eating everything she was given. ”Impressed? Oh, I’m flattered. But only liking certain kinds of food isn’t bad, either.” Nell smiled at this, remembering how the fact that he was a vegetarian was one of the only things she’d known about him before they even had an iota of trust between each other. She patiently waited for his answer since his questions to her took some time. It wasn’t like she was going to shake him by the shoulders and tell him to answer quicker just because she wanted to hear more about him. When the answer finally did come, she didn’t know whether to be surprised or not. ”Really, not one thing?” she said, then leaned back to consider it. ”That makes sense,” she eventually decided. ”Not everything you buy ends up getting used, right?” Even though she was trying to spend as much of her father’s money as possible, she still used pretty much everything she got. Probably because most of it was food.
Now it was his question, and she had to scramble her brain again. Silliest? She did a lot of silly things. ”It’s hard to choose one,” she drawled out as if it was taking a lot out of her just to think of it. But she smiled all the same. ”Well…I have to say shopping cart racing down a hill is pretty high up there. And there is also the time I built a gigantic snowman with Ashton. It was my first one, too. Oh, and at a party once I…well, let’s not get into what I did, because that’s too silly.” She chewed on her lip, and then groaned. ”You’re making me pick one?” Nell honestly didn’t think she could think of the silliest thing she’d ever done, so it was quite a choice. The question was too good. ”…pass?” she said with a small smile as she shrugged her shoulders and ducked her head. Npw she wanted to ask her question instead of the really hard ones Josh was hitting her with. ”If you could do anything, what would it be?”
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 15, 2011 19:06:32 GMT -5
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I STUMBLE THROUGH THE WRECKAGE, RUSTED FROM THE RAIN. THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SALVAGE, NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME. AMONG THE BROKEN MIRRORS, I DON'T LOOK THE SAME - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - . Joshua's expression darkened as Nell guessed correctly, though of course the rage was not directed toward her. His colourless eyes glared for a moment at the napkin dispenser between them on the table, and Josh was lucky that he had control over his powers else he might have just magicked it into flames with his kinesis. "Yes, Patrick," he confirmed. "He's never tried too hard to keep his distaste for me a secret. The feeling is mutual." Sparks flew every time the two men were in a room together. Patrick had never gone to college to hone his powers like Joshua had, but at almost seventy the man had definitely mastered his elemental prowess. Should it come down to a fight, Joshua didn't need to know rocket science for the answer. He would lose, and he would lose terribly. Patrick might even kill him. As of right now, the tension was thicker between them than it had ever been before. He tried to kill me. I can't forgive that. "I suppose he was hoping to make you doubt me," Joshua told Nell with a roll of his eyes. "I'm glad you didn't, if it counts for anything." Even though he had nothing against the sexuality of another, it was uncomfortable to know that you were straight and have your own family suggesting otherwise, even to your friends and other family members. "Rather than being complete and total dicks, you mean?" He gave a wry sort of smirk to show he'd understood what she meant. "Thanks. It's a good thing Patrick's the only one who's gotten that bad. My Mum's father's pretty great." He seemed to mean this as he spoke.
He laughed when she said that she truly would eat anything. "You'd be right at home in a buffet," he remarked, remembering one time when his family had went to a fancy upper-class Christmas party that had huge tables of all the food that you could imagine. As the topic switched on over to Joshua and his spending habits, it was remarkable that the boy didn't realise how absolutely spoiled he sounded. "Sometimes I just buy things and forget they exist shortly after." It was one of the main problems with Joshua, the fact that he didn't have much value for the money that he was spending--and effectively wasting by not utilising everything that he purchased. "Though it also provides an interesting game whenever you venture into the attic. There's loads of stuff up there that I forgot existed." He'd also stumbled upon Trish's collection of photo albums once. There had not only been pictures of their family as a whole, but of she and Donovan as grinning, blushing teenagers. He resembled his father quite a lot in their similar age, though Donovan had been a bit more muscular and a tad shorter than his son. Annabel was probably going to grow up to look a lot like Patricia, though her hair was much lighter than their mothers.
Joshua chuckled as she spoke of shopping cart racing, considering this was something that he had actually done and found quite entertaining... that is, until one of the guys in their group had hit a pot hole and broken a couple ribs and his wrist on the landing. That had been the end to their stupid and obviously drunken excursion. Josh had woken up the next morning with a hangover, but at least he'd had a laugh to amuse him. "That one time at a party involved what, exactly?" He shot Nell a devilish grin, clearly amused and wondering what the hell she had gotten up to that was so bad she wouldn't tell. "Oh, I don't know if I can let you do that," he said teasingly when she asked if she could pass on his question. "I think that 'one time' at that 'one party' would top the list, seeing as you're so embarrassed you won't even talk about it." He wasn't doing all of this to be mean, he was just being a friend and a troll. This was what friends did to one another, after all. An acquaintance would let it drop, but oh no. Joshua thought this was much too good of an opportunity to pass up. It would be something epic and hilarious, wouldn't it? That was generally what happened when people were too embarrassed to talk about something they'd done. "Spill?" he encouraged, though he made it a question so that she was free to resist if she wanted to. He wasn't too much of a dick, after all. He understood that it was her own experience and she could keep it to herself if she wanted to.
Her question made him think, just like all of her questions thus far were making him think. "We should be crowned the masters of this game," he said thoughtfully, frowning. "We are just too good for our own good." Rapping his fingers once before pausing in the motion, he said, "We're at fifteen questions now, by the way. Mine will be sixteenth. Thought you should know that--I've been keeping count." Joshua grinned, wondering if Nell had also been keeping score. He was still thinking up an answer for the question she'd just asked him, so he frowned and tried to think of something that he wanted to do. "Damn it. This is a really good one, Nell," he complimented with a chuckle. Eventually, after much mulling it over, he decided, "I'd like to find a cure for something, I think. Medically." He had really put deep thought into the question she'd asked him, not wanting to answer with something too mundane. What did he really want to do? He wanted something that would impact his life. That would really mean something. I want to make my father proud. That, however, was something he couldn't put into words. "I want to be remembered for something more than just my power, you know?" He ducked his head. "Cheesy as hell, I know." Now it was his turn, question number sixteen. "Where are you happiest?" he asked, blinking at her. Everyone had that one place where they were most content, right?
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Aug 15, 2011 22:20:57 GMT -5
i think god is moving its tongue there's no crowd in the streets - - - - - -and no sun in- - - - - - MY OWN SUMMER Patrick was obviously not a good topic of conversation. When he spoke of the two’s dislike—rather, hatred—toward each other, she opened her mouth in a silent ‘ah’. Well, that made sense now. The man didn’t seem like the kindest person, even though the whole closet thing had flown over her head at the time. She flushed, remembering her reply. Even though it had been rather curt, it still hadn’t carried the dislike it should have for a man who was mean to her friend. If Patrick was a bastard to Josh, then obviously she wouldn’t think much good of him. Nell snorted. ”Doubt you? Well, I guess he did fail then.” Because she kind of had a hint with the conversation at the one party where she’d stumbled upon him wasted. Plus, his romantic escapades weren’t necessarily the Academy’s best kept secret, and none of them have involved guys so far. ”You put it so eloquently,” she said with a small smile. ”It must be something in the water at the senior centers.” Even though her abuelos wouldn’t go near one of those places. It was a miracle they were still walking around, but she knew they were pretty young considering her father had been young when she was born. Still, they were old, and old people should be giving their grandchildren hard candies and war stories, not sentencing them to prison and being general assholes. Her own grandfather wasn’t like Patrick—he was much more blunt and straightforward, not at all underhanded.
”I’ve never been to one actually,” she commented as she propped up her head on her hand, a donut about to make its way into her mouth. That was definitely something she’d have to go to, actually, a buffet. An all you can eat buffet. Her eyes practically lighted up at the thought. After swallowing down the donut, she almost commented that she wished she had the luxury to do that, forgetting that now she actually did. Nell wasn’t going to bring that up, definitely not. Instead, she changed it to, ”That sounds pretty interesting, being able to go up in your attic and discover hidden treasures.” She instantly thought of The Goonies, but decided he probably wouldn’t catch that reference. Not because he was dumb—of course not—but because of the movies that she now learned he generall went for. This game was good for many things, including saving yourself from the awkward moment created by someone not understanding a reference made. In any case, she honestly still couldn’t say that she understood about forgetting things after having bought them, because she made sure that everything she purchased was put to good use. She chalked it up to different ways of life, because she certainly didn’t want to think of Josh as a spoiled brat.
Great, he was going to be evil now. She looked to the side as he questioned the party incident. It involved nothing, Josh, nothing at all. It seemed he was not going to drop that little comment of hers, and why did she have to include that? ”You are made of pure, unadulterated evil mister,” she said, though it was obvious she was joking because only a moron would be taking his teasing so seriously. Still, it was getting her flustered to even consider telling him of this night. She sighed. ”All right, all right, I’ll spill.” She bit her lips, wondered exactly how to phtase this. ”It was my first time with vodka, okay?” she admitted, her face heating up. She lowered head so that her bangs successfully cut off view of her face. Oh jeez, this was just terrible and so stupid. ”I thought the grass would be soft, I don’t know why, blame it on the booze. And…well, at least the roof was close to the ground. No major injuries.” She lifted her head, but still steered her eyes away from him, looking at the wall and picking apart a donut. She wasn’t just a silly drunk, she was a ‘lock her up in a padded room so she’s not a danger to herself and others’ drunk. ”So yeah. I don’t do vodka anymore. Or roofs.”
The conversation was away from that now, thank the good lord above. Nell momentarily considered making a flower crown, but reconsidered seeing as how they were in a public place. She blinked. ”Good, because I…have not.” She had become so wrapped up that she wasn’t even thinking of keeping count. God only knew how she’d managed to keep track of those paper cranes. ”It doesn’t even feel like that much, wow.” Maybe it was because there was still so much she wanted to ask him, but time seemed ot have passed quickly during this game. She grinned quite evilly when he returned to the topic of the question, proud that she actually got to stump him. She just looked at him innocently, twiddling her thumbs as her hands rested on the table. His answer greatly intrigued her and she felt the need to ask, ”Were you thinking of anything in particular? Like a disease?” With a shy smile, she added, ”Sub-question, of course.” It was interesting to hear Josh say that he wanted to make a change in the world. ”Leave it you to want to make your mark in history.”
Already she’d forgotten what question they were at, and she settled in to think about this one. ”We really do need to be crowned for this game,” she said as she scrunched her eyebrows together in thought. Really, he was just too darn good at making her think about things she never thought of before. ”I like being…outside. Anywhere outside is good. I can’t really choose a favorite.” At least she didn’t think so. As long as she wasn’t closed in or alone, she was happy. She didn’t like being alone. It was scary alone. ”But I guess I should choose a specific place. I’m going to be all hippy Earth student and say gardens. I’d really like to have one of my own…someday…” The wide open space and being surrounded by her element was really what she loved. But if she was just chilling out with her friends somewhere, that was just as fine. It was hard for her to feel discontent with something. ”Okay, my turn. What is the most embarrassing thing you have ever done?” It may have been a subtle shot because she was forced to reveal her drunken behavior earlier.
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Aug 15, 2011 23:20:28 GMT -5
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I STUMBLE THROUGH THE WRECKAGE, RUSTED FROM THE RAIN. THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SALVAGE, NO ONE LEFT TO BLAME. AMONG THE BROKEN MIRRORS, I DON'T LOOK THE SAME - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - . It took her acknowledgement of the lack of doubt aloud to make Joshua realise why else she might have been confident in his heterosexuality. Oh. It made his cheeks flush with a sudden colour, and Joshua glanced elsewhere in the cafe so that he might not have to meet her gaze and own up to the fact that he had one of the most shameless romantic pasts in the Academy. He didn't go around flaunting the idea that he'd slept with a lot of girls in his lifetime, mainly because Josh was not that arrogant, but it was embarrassing to think about it in the company of his very female friend. "I wish the prick was in a senior centre," Joshua said with so much vehemence that he even surprised himself. He ducked his head and cleared his throat slightly. "There's, uh, a lot of animosity." Because not only had Patrick tried to kill Joshua, but he'd threatened Patricia and he'd went for Donovan. The surge of protectiveness that had slammed into Joshua when his family was threatened by his own grandfather had solidified the years of hatred he'd been trying to ignore. He'd threatened him viciously. "I'd stay away from here if I were you, old man, or you'll regret you ever thought about hurting them." He'd never stood up to Patrick before, and it had actually had an affect. Patrick hadn't really backed down, per say, but he hadn't said anything. After a long moment of glaring from both parties, the senior of the two had stomped out and slammed the door of the elegant mansion. He hadn't been back since.
The fact that Nell had never been to a buffet before actually astounded Joshua. He was so shocked that it took a moment to recover from this surprise, a moment which was concluded with a light laugh. "You've never been to a buffet? You, Nell? Really?" His features split into a broad grin now, unable to help but be absolutely baffled by this fact. The girl had the biggest appetite out of everyone he knew and yet she'd never been to a buffet. "All the food you could ask for and you've never been. Huh." He was still grinning like an idiot. He probably looked quite goofy and silly with such an expression on his face, but the realisation actually made him quite gleeful. Crossing his arms for a moment, he decided, "Well, then. The next time I go to a buffet or something, I guess I have to drag you along, because you are missing out." The thing he liked best about buffets was the wide array of options. Vegetarians were never left out and neither were those that ate meat, so both could attend one and not have to compromise on the places where they chose to dine. "It can be really nostalgic, too," Joshua remarked as he continued to look back on his trips to the attic. "Sometimes I'll find stuff that I had as a kid and I'll actually remember owning it once." It wasn't often that Joshua came across toys, for most of those now belonged to his sister. They had rarely been used, for he had been into other things. There were boxes upon boxes of childrens books, though.
Joshua's gray eyes brightened with excitement and mischief when Nell said that she would confess to her silly adventures, immediately following this with mention of hard alcohol. "Ooh, vodka. This'll be good." He wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was being a troll now, but it was all in good fun. Joshua figured that Nell knew he wouldn't hold this against her or make fun of her for it. They were too good of friends for that. It was strange to think that, that he liked her too much to be a dick. He hardly ever reached that point with someone and it was quite the milestone. However, there would be more time to think on this later, for Nell was still recounting her tale. He arched an eyebrow slowly as he pieced together what she was implying. "You... Jesus, you jumped off the roof, didn't you?" He couldn't help his laughter, immediately feeling bad about this afterwards. "I'm sorry," Joshua apologised earnestly, face flushed from how much laughter had been escaping him. He was also trying to keep it down so that he didn't get them both kicked out of Timmies, for that would be bad and would also call an end to his little escape plan. "You are too great for words, Nell," |
[/colour] Joshua concluded with a shake of his head. "Really." Not like he was really one to talk. He'd done a load of embarrassing and idiotic things in his time, but that was a tale for another time. He wasn't about to start recounting them now. His lips twitched a little when she asked a sub-question involving his answer to her previous official one. "Whether it's a cure for cancer or some little thing, I don't really mind," he replied. "I just want to impact something." It felt weird to tell her such a personal thing about himself, like he was revealing his need for recognition by admitting how far he wanted to take his studies. "I don't ever want to feel like my existence was pointless, I guess. You only live once." It was in his belief that you also only died once, and once you were gone, that was it. So he wanted to leave a part of himself, a legacy behind. Cheesy, but that was just Josh for you. "You will someday," Josh said with rare optimism when she spoke about the garden. Because when it came to Nell he felt like she could do anything. She had a high place in his thoughts, really. He respected her and thought much of her, which was not something many people could brag when it came to Josh Dale. He was a self-certified jackass that usually greeted people with a glower instead of a smile, and yet Nell had managed to worm her way into a friendship with him. He was glad for that, really. Her next question wasn't one that made him need to think at all. Instantly he could think of about twenty or so things that were crowning moments of humility, and the thoughts made him go as red as a cherry. "You so did that on purpose," he accused, having a feeling that it was because of his insistence she confess to the silly question. Sighing, he said, "Alright, alright. I won't pussy out." But which of his many horrid recollections should he recount? It occurred to him that most of them had happened whilst he was drunk out of his mind--though not drunk enough to be past the point of remembering, unfortunately, for this had been before he'd drank to pass out--and that many of them were, well... bad. "Don't judge me," he started slowly, just knowing this was bad, "but I might have, um, well... there's a reason I don't like streaking, and it involves a lot of alcohol, a stupid dare and a video camera... yeah."[/b] He ducked his head and looked away, cheeks full of colour. "Well, at least you don't have to feel so bad now?" He still wasn't looking at her. "You get drunk and jump off roofs, I get drunk and, well..." Bad things happened. Really, really bad things. "I may or may not have destroyed all evidence of it. Thank goodness for fire."[/b] Speaking of fire, his cheeks were blazing with heat. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he asked his question quickly in hopes to deter attention away from himself, "If you could acquire any talent, what would it be?"[/div][/center] GO ON CRUSH ME LIKE A FLOWER, RUSTED FROM THE RAIN. COME ON STRIP ME OF MY POWER, BEAT ME WITH YOUR CHAINS. AND IF I'M THE KING OF COWARDS, YOU'RE THE QUEEN OF PAIN - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - . [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Aug 16, 2011 12:45:55 GMT -5
i think god is moving its tongue there's no crowd in the streets - - - - - -and no sun in- - - - - - MY OWN SUMMER She figured Josh must have caught on to what made her certain of his sexuality by his avoidance of looking at her. And it was awkward for a moment, now that they were both on the same track of mind. But Nell didn’t want to let her mind stay on it for too long. It was odd to think of her friend like that, so she wouldn’t. She almost laughed when he said that he wished Patrick was in a senior center, even though it wasn’t meant to be funny. It just sounded so threatening, and yet it was about a man who had to at least be over seventy. But, she had similar feelings about her own grandfather. Sure, he wasn’t quite as bad as Jane—nowhere near as terrible as that woman—but he was like his son in too many ways. Both just didn’t understand other people, and they didn’t care. And she couldn’t forget the paragon of douchiness when he explained to her what he was going to do. Though her grandparents were pretty much nothing without each other—they were the wonder twins of assholishness.
Nell stopped in eating for a second to eye Josh curiously. Ah. Now that she thought of it, it was pretty strange that she’d never been to a buffet before. ”I have to say it’s one of the places I’ve never been,” she said, a bit shy now that she realized it was odd that a buffet was somewhere she’d never eaten. But at least she ahd a good reason, even though he didn’t know—the first time she’d ever eaten out was when she was seventeen-years-old. And she actually had never seen one around. ”Never ever,” she said, now looking at Josh suspiciously. What was he all happy about, anyway? It was kind of funny, looking at him with that expression on his face. ”What is going on in that head of yours?” she asked warily, slowly picking up her donut. Of course, she was only playing around, but still, his behavior was odd. His next words made her grin with excitement, however, and she said, ”Really? That would be awesome!” He might as well have told her he was going to take her to Disneyland. But he didn’t like amusement parks, so it would have to be something else that would instill the same sort of childish excitement. ”So much food…” she said, wonderment in her voice just thinking about it. She was getting hungrier, even thoguh she consumed a box and a half of donuts. She wondered if she would ever be completely full.
Nell shot an exaggerated glare that meant she wasn’t actually offended by his enjoyment. But it was still completely embarrassing, what she did. Especially since the friends she was with wouldn’t let her live it down. Nope, they still reminded her of that one time she got totally shitfaced and thought that grass would be a cushiony landing. It was one of the reasons Nell tried her best not to get drunk, and it usually worked well since she could hold her liquor well. But vodka hits hard and it hits fast. And Josh was laughing now, so she felt the need to defend herself by saying, ”The roof was low and the lawn was made of that astro turf. It's pretty darn soft!” Sitting back and sipping her drink through a straw, she rolled her eyes as Josh apologized. She was still embarrassed, but she could laugh about things like this. It seemed useless to be so ashamed about soumething that happened that was quite amusing in restrospect. ”I didn’t get hurt and it was funny, so go ahead. You can laugh.” Not that he needed her permission, since he was cracking up as if she’d just told him the world’s funniest joke. People were actually looking at him, and she held up a finger to her lips, eyes wide, in a playful ‘shh’ gesture. Now not being able to resist laughing either she said, ”I’m glad that my reckless, dangerous, drunken behavior amuses you so. No really. It’s fine.” Since she was laughing too, hopefully he saw that she was fine with revealing all this. Nell had this thing where she could laugh at herself.
Quelling her laughter, she listened to Josh’s words with interest. Because she’d once wanted to find a cure for something as well, but she was a bit too young and naïve and stupid to actually do anything. Papa could have done something. And there was new bitterness, which she refused to feel in a nice conversation like this. ”You’re right. You only live once…” she murmured, a bit contemplative. Nell was actually terrified of that, fading away like her sister had. She also wanted to leave something of herself behind, which is a part of why she liked interacting with others. So that when she was gone, they would remember her. But curing a disease would be an even better way to be remembered, because everyone died, as sad as it was. But science never died. Or maybe her garden that she’ll make one of of these days will be remembered. It might be the largest one ever, or filled with the widest array of flowers, or something like that. In any case, when she eventually bought a house, it would be one of her main things to do.
His accusation made her spread out her hands in defense and say, ”I am completely innocent.” The grin on her face really wasn’t helping her case, and it was especially hard not to when he said that he would admit to his most embarrassing memory. She was being very evil, but that wasn’t totally a bad thing. It was all in good fun, just like his questions, even though they were both taking this game completely serious. She was just as serious when she said, ”I don’t judge.” Especially since she just admitted one of her own embarrassing memories. Sipping her drink again, she waited for him to recite his little tale. And when he did, she had to put the cup down and cover her mouth with her hands because she was giggling so hard. It made sense now why he refused to streak at the party refused, because he’d actually done it before. Nell closed her eyes and shook her head, hands still planted over her mouth, feeling bad that she was laughing so hard. Finally regaining composure, she told him, ”No, no I don’t.” Okay, she may have jumped off a roof but at least she was clothed for it. No, the giggles just wouldn’t stop and it took her several more moments to speak again. ”Yeah, fire’s a good thing to have when there’s evidence…” And the laughter started up again, and then she was apologizing, ”I am so, so sorry.”
Clearing her throat and trying her best to wear a straight face, she considered his question. But even her mind was laughing. After taking a few seconds to truly calm down, she said with a leftover smile from her earlier hysterics, ”Any talent? Well, it’d be cool to learn how to do the trapeze. I’ve never been to the circus, but I’ve seen videos and everything. It looks pretty hard, but even moreso, fun. She bit her lip, thinking of even more things that she’d like to learn. How to draw a perfect circle, how to do cup stacking, breathe fire… ”Again, you’re forcing me to choose only one,” she said as if greatly exasperated by this fact. It was kind of hard to pick only one thing for these questions, but that was also something else that made it fun. She had to think about it. And she also had to choose the best ones, and this next question would be her grand finale, so it had to be good. ”If you could be anyone for one week, who would it be and why?” She always felt the need to add the ‘why’ in there, even though they both would give explanations anyway.
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