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Post by Jacob Jackson on Dec 23, 2009 20:56:27 GMT -5
" Ah don't you dare worry about that missy. I just needed a little sleep. I was fine after a few days. Wasn't much worse than a flu or something. " Jacob grinned lightly at her. He blinked his warm brown eyes lightly. " I didn't exactly like that black haired creep anyway. " Jacob smiled at her again. " You being around is enough for me. Haha your the only one I actually enjoy talking to here. Everyone else is.... Just bizarre. " Jacob said softly.
The man adjusted his postiion to get a bit more comfortable. He looked at the sky for a moment. " I can use soundwaves to deafen people or temporarily parazile them. I don't like to do it to often though. "
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Post by Emby Foster on Dec 23, 2009 21:08:41 GMT -5
Emby's eyes narrowed and she playfully pressed her forehead against his. "Don't lie to me, Jacob. Claude...he said you probably were going to die." Her voice hitched and her arms grew even tighter, as if making sure he was really here. Those words had haunted her and were part of the reason she had found herself in the orchards early in the morning. "Neither did I," she quickly agreed.
She pulled her head away and rested her forehead against the crook of his neck. "Me and you. We'll stick together, right?" she asked, looking up at him for a moment.
Emby let go of him, thinking she was the cause of his discomfort. She scooted a bit always and sat in front of him. She smiled as he said he didn't like to use it. "You're just full of surprises," she said. He didn't like to use his power but he would threaten a room full of men sending her into a panic attack.
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Post by Jacob Jackson on Dec 27, 2009 23:43:10 GMT -5
" That guy was a retard. He didn't know any more about the diesease than anyone else at the time " Jacob said simply. Lightly he smiled pushing his forehead against her. Lightly Jacob smiled down at her enjoying her presence. " Of course we'll stick together. We're.... Peeps so to speak. " he said playfully but seriously at the same time. Gently he caressed her hair. Jacob raised an eyebrow as she pulled away. He thought he might have made her uncomfortable. Lightly he moved closer to her wanting to keep in contact with her. She soothed him. Made him feel more calm than he usually did.
" Ah I'm not really. You can ask around. Anyone will tell you what I can do. It's not a well kept secret. A lot of people know about my father. The guards sort of blabed about that. " he smiled at her wrapping his arms around her gently.
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Post by Emby Foster on Dec 27, 2009 23:54:19 GMT -5
Emby touched his face gently. "Regardless, I was scared for you and I should've at least visited you. I'm sorry." Her eyes wide, open and showing just how much she cared. She pulled away slightly, startled just by how much she did care. It was strange. She hadn't expected it in Freakopolis.
"Hey old man," she teased. "No one says that anymore." She rolled her eyes playfully. "Really, I know we're stuck here but that doesn't mean we have to revert to old lingo." She shook her head and laughed gently at her own foolishness.
Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she absent-mindedly shifted closer to him. "Your father?" she asked. A picture of her own dad passed through her head and she looked away with a sniff. |
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Post by Jacob Jackson on Jan 11, 2010 14:17:16 GMT -5
" Like I said. I'm fine now. Thats what matters correct? " Jacob smirked lightly at her. He looked at her caring face. It made him blush. He couldn't help but laugh though as she commented on his lingo. " It was more of a joke than anything. And don't call m old. I'm barely in my twenties. " He chuckled lightly pushing his glasses up his nose.
" Yeah... Let's just say me and my dad well.... Didn't get along when my mutation arose. And he ended up in the E.R. " Jacob looked away for a moment. He didn't want to talk about it. He hated his father but he still love dhim. Jacob knew the man deserved it but he still felt wrong for maiming the man for life.
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Post by Emby Foster on Jan 11, 2010 18:47:09 GMT -5
"Yes. But either way, I still feel guilty and there isn't much to do about that so..." Emby shrugged, a childish grin on her face. She saw his blush, and looked down, trying to hide a small blush on her own cheeks as the result of his. She looked back up as he spoke. She giggled, shaking her head. "Still older then me and..." She raised one hand to his glasses, playfully pulling them on his face and putting them on her's. "Old enough to wear these bad boys. What are you? Half-blind, old man?" She teased. She took off his glasses, carefully putting them back on him. Her eyes met his for a moment too long.
She tilted her head, listening. Well, his story didn't end well. Emby slid an arm around him, effectively pulling herself closer as well, snuggling herself into his side. "I'm sorry. It's not any fun when families are torn apart. Especially because of mutations." Her experience was radically different, but ended in a similar way. |
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Post by Jacob Jackson on Jan 14, 2010 22:19:01 GMT -5
" Don't feel guilty. I promise I'm fine now. Thats what matters right? " Jacob said nonchlantly. Lighlty he noticed her look away before she took his glasses making him blink. " I'm not that much older. And excuse me for being far sighted. Excuse me for having bad genes. I mean really why else would I be here if it wasn't for bad genes according to the guards. It ain't my freaking fault I'm a mutant. I didn't ask for it. Not that I don't enjoy it. " He shrugge dlightly.
As her gaze lingered so did his. Jacob slowly looked away again. " I hated my father. My mom is all I had and now I'll probably never see her again. " Jacob sighed sadly. He ran a hand through his thick locks of hair lightly licking his lips.
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Post by Emby Foster on Jan 14, 2010 22:26:28 GMT -5
"Yes, in the long run. So I suppose maybe I can stop wallowing in self-guilt," she gibed. She smirked at first but then her face turned kind of lost, though she knew exactly what he was talking about. "Hey, hey. Four-five years, mister and you have perfect genes. At least from your mom's side. Because guess what? Your the sweetest guy ever." She tapped his nose, any excuse to touch. Was that what it was coming down to? Feelings greater then friendship?
Emby bit her lip as he looked away, doing the same. She squeezed his side. "I promise you'll see her. I'll do whatever I can Jacob." She rested against him, her nose pressed into his shoulder. "You're so different Jacob." In her mind, a picture of Sulley came up, the man she was comparing Jacob too. |
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Post by Jacob Jackson on Jan 21, 2010 13:18:23 GMT -5
Jacob smirked lightly as she tapped his nose. " Ha everyones got perfect genes. Every person is made the way they are supposed to be. These Guards just don't see it. I kind of... feel bad for them though. Thats why I try to be nice to them. Show them that we're not all bad. " Jacob rubbed his nose lightly. " Four five years isn't a lot. Even though I wish I was still a teenager. This place robbed me of the youth. "
Jacob blinked as she promised he'd see her again. He knew what that meant. The people who hated him had met her. " You met Raze then? " it was obvious. Their was no enterance and people didn't just spout talk about getting out unless they met Sulley.
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Post by Emby Foster on Jan 21, 2010 17:13:29 GMT -5
Emby rolled her eyes but listened to him. She grimaced as he said he made nice with the guards. She looked down, thinking about what he was saying. She looked back up as he talked about age. She really didn't want to talk about the guards. Unless it was plans about how to deal with them without getting killed. She rose an eyebrow as he spoke of his age not being a lot. She smiled. "It isn't." Her smile faltered a bit. He had this thing about being light and than becoming eerily serious. "You're still young. I was just teasing you about being old. You can live out your youth through me," she laughed.
Emby's eyes widened in surprise. Pretty good insight. She shrugged. "Yeah," not revealing that she actually followed him. "Met him before I even met your," she told him, sheepish. "He's not crazy Jacob. He's just....focused. The Dreamers dream about fake lives. Sulley dreams about getting out of here." She shrugged.
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