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Characters: Jake and Emilie Setting: The CCI Art Room Content: Hmmm, I’m sure some swearing may be involved. Summary: Jake follows Emilie to pump her for info Flying class really kicked ass for Jake today; he zoomed down to the landing field and landed, jumping off of his broom with a good ol Texas YEEEEEEE HAAAAAW!, drawing laughs from some of the other students and a sigh from the instructor. Placing his broom back on it’s rack and hanging up his gear, Jake hurried to a mirror to brush his tangled mop of blond hair into a shiny, silky coif. Pleased now that he was presentable, Jake hurried into the hallway and then… stopped…Emilie Devlin had just past him, headed for who knows where. She hadn’t noticed him, but Jake sure knew who she was; her trail of chaos spoke for itself around CCI. Following the green-haired Satanist down the hallway, Jake was more than a little surprised when he saw her enter the Art room, What is she going to do in there? Oh, shit! I hope she’s not going to vandalize the paintings! My stuff is in there and it hasn’t been graded yet! Hurrying into the art room, Jake came face to face with Emilie Devlin, “Oh…uh, hey! Just coming in to do some work on a painting”, he raised his hand in greeting, “Name’s Jake…Jake Frost…” Tags: !complete, emilie devlin
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Seemed that Emelie was unwrapping new brushes; Jake bought his own brushes too…his father had them ordered from an art studio in Paris and sent them to Jake regularly. “Yikes! That ‘Hi’ was like someone sucking a lemon”, he mused, to himself.
Deciding to ignore the acidic greeting and move along, Jake smiled and made conversation about the brushes, “Smart to use your own brushes. I do the same thing. That way you can guarantee they aren’t all mucked up.”
Surprising himself, Jake looked Emilie over and decided that she was actually pretty hot, up close. He didn’t even mind the green hair…it was, to tell the truth, excitingly exotic. Clearing his throat and trying to clear his mind, Jake decided he needed to keep himself on the ball. “So, hey, whatcha painting?”, he asked, conversationally. He actually wanted to ask if she were in league with Ciaran and/or Lisette and what plans they had to destroy the school, but he would carefully probe into that later.
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From: babalon |
Date: January 25th, 2011 08:06 pm (UTC) |
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Emilie stared at him blankly, setting the brush in her hands down and opening another pack. Yeah, that was exactly why she used her own brushes. Thank you, Captain Obvious!
When he asked about her painting, she raised her eyebrows as if to say 'Really?' Had he just not noticed?
"That," She pointed behind her, tone still flat, to the large canvas in the other side of the room. It was more of her same fare, one of the circles of hell, its inhabitants nude, though mostly blurry for the sake of the school, and all clamoring to get out, crawling over each-other in sheer terror. Across from them a white figure stood alone on a ledge. It was what Emilie had come to finish painting today. She didn't expect him to like it.
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Whew was it cold in here or what?, Jake jokingly thought to himself; Emilie was treating Jake like a leper masseuse. He wanted, so badly, to say, ‘Careful, Mama says, If you make that face, it will stay that way!’…but he knew better. He didn’t want the Satanist to put one of her brushes through his eyeball.
When she indicated the painting that was her’s, Jake checked it out. “Nice…”, he complimented, “…inspired by Dante?”, he asked. He wasn’t just kissing up; Emilie actually did have talent. The painting drew a feeling of anxiety from Jakob, the bodies futilely crawling over each other to escape their torment; he had to look at it on a surface level only and try not to go too deep. “Powerful…”, he commented as he turned back to the girl.
“I’m working on a piece about Icarus”, he told her, in case she wondered…but he had his doubts.
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“You’re welcome”, Jake replied, refusing to be ruffled by the contrary girl, “Gotta give the devil his due, eh?”, he added, with a grin.
“Yeah, I’ve seen Constantine, but I was thinking more of Michelangelo’s Last Judgment or the paintings by Hieronymus Bosch”, Jakob responded to Emilie’s comments about her painting.
Now, Jake had to laugh, “You think I fly too close to the sun?”, he crossed his arms and shook his head, “The grass is always greener…etcetera.”
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“Oh my God! The eye-rolling now!, Jake shook his head incredulously, How smug she is, thinks she just knows it all
“What similarity were you looking for, Devilchild?”, he retorted, moving over to his own class’s work, sorting through the canvases for his own. “…and what’s with this ‘jockstrap’ shit, anyway? I’m not on any of the school teams.”
“Ahhh, deeper! Sorry, I should have realized you were so very deep”, Jake chuckled, pulling out his canvas and placing it on an easel, “Why don’t you explain it to me then?”
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Annnnnnnnd the sarcasm!, Jake wanted to laugh, but it would have been extremely counter-productive.
Unpacking his brushes, Jake was totally unmoved by Emilie’s attempted insult; he’d been harassed and insulted by his older brothers his entire life. Anything she could say to him couldn’t hold a candle to the hurt they had put him through.
“Are you trying to apologize?”, Jake asked, pretending to not understand what she was actually saying, “Please, Emilie, I don’t think you’re an idiot at all. Just be careful when you assume. You know what they say?”, he gave her a cheesy smile, “When you ‘assume’, you make an ass out of u and me.” He tried to keep a straight face after he’d said it, but was having a hard time, so he turned back to his painting, opening the gold, brown and orange.
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Now the violence, he sighed, inwardly.
“Did I stutter?”, Jake replied, “Seriously, you really don’t play well with others, do you?”
Knitting his brows, Jake shook his head and shrugged, “You know what? Threats are boring. If I bothered you by trying to be friendly, I’m sorry. You just work over there and I’ll work over here and we can each pretend we’re alone, okay?”
He turned his back to her and continued to paint, then, as an afterthought, half turned his head and warned, “I’m obligated to warn you, that I’m a 2nd degree black belt”, he shrugged, “I don’t hit girls, but I will defend myself.”
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Jake was working on the details of Icarus’ sandal, trying to forget Emilie and her pitbull-like behavior; he had just moved to dab at the paint on his palette when he heard her cry out the spell…
”Expulso!”
Before he could react, Jake was blown backwards by a concussive blast of energy; his painting had exploded into, what seemed like, millions of pieces and was raining down on his head like confetti, where he sat, stunned, on the floor.
Jake sat for a moment, holding his paintbrush and palette, covered in the remains of his painting. Then, finally coming to his senses, he turned and looked at Emilie, “Are you out of your fucking mind?”, he growled, throwing down his palette and brush and brushing himself off, “You could be expelled for doing that shit!”
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Jake hated fighting and it seemed this girl made a life out of it; he would have no problem following her directions. He wasn’t even mad at her, at this point; he was just tired of her. “Fine, whatever...not like I’m that desperate”, he sighed, waving her off.
When Emilie stomped towards the door, Jake was relieved to see her go. He wondered what had happened in her life to make her such a hateful person.
When Emilie threw back the threat at him, as she left, he just let it go. If she wanted to believe he’d let her blow up his head, more power to her. Blowing air out of his mouth in a frustrated sigh, Jake pulled out his wand and looked around the room, “What a mess!”, he grumbled. Flourishing his wand slightly, he intoned, “Tergeo art room.” He moved against the wall and watched as all of the minute pieces of canvas whirled off of the floor and any other surface they had blown onto and emptied themselves into a waste basket, the easel righted itself and the spots of paint he’d gotten on the floor wiped clean. “Excellent!”, he beamed.
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