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Post by Jeremy Desrosiers on Dec 15, 2010 1:14:48 GMT 10
Jeremy Desrosiers had plans; big ones. He strode into the cafeteria with a determined look on his face, stopping at the buffet table where the lunch spread was laid out. It had only just hit eleven-thirty, so the platters and hot-plates were still fairly full. The sight of the gigantic hot plate of steaming mashed potatoes was definitely one to behold, and it was one that put a grin on the boys face.
It didn’t take long for Jem to collect his supplies; three of the largest plates available stacked on a lunch tray, a steak knife, a butter knife, a teaspoon, a tablespoon and a fork. He stood, astounded and slightly frightened at the feat he was about to attempt, and reached forward, hand quivering, to the ladle. With two of the plates on the lunch tray, and the other balanced on the buffet table, Jem began to spoon out large piles of mashed potato onto the plates, distributing it evenly so by the time he was finished there were three identical mounds of white, fluffy deliciousness.
The boy then set his sights on a table close enough to the buffet table that he wasn’t in danger of dropping the plates, and far enough away so that the kitchen lady who came to refill the table saw what he was about to do. Jem balanced the tray across his left arm, holding it tightly so it couldn’t fall, and keeping the third plate in his right hand. As he walked to the table, the silverware jingled in his pocket until he had the plates on the table when he could retrieve them.
Jeremy finally to a seat and cleared the tray so it sat in front of him with mashed potato mountains surrounding it. Suddenly he remembered the most important step; planning. A small black book was brought from his pocket to the table, in which Jem wrote in small scrawling letters:
Sand Castle Log 87, Mashed Potato Castle.
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Post by Felicity Skye on Dec 20, 2010 13:05:37 GMT 10
Felicity entered the cafeteria, her dark brown eyes sifting over face after face of unfamiliar people. She stepped toward the hot plates, her mouth watering at the scent that hit her nostrils. She hadn't eaten since the icky plane peanuts the day before, and her stomach growled angrily at her, demanding food.
She waltzed confidently across the room, her black silky hair flowing out behind her like the waves of an angry ocean. She grabbed a hot plate and began examining the appetizing food.
She wandered toward the mashed potatoes after filling her plates with enough food to feed her entire family, she frowned upon realization that they were almost completely gone. She examined the cafeteria, finding that she was one of the only people in the room. Her eyes fell on a petite boy writing busily in a black notebook.
She grabbed her plate and walked breezily toward him, her new heels clicking gently against the floor, a small, catlike smirk adorning her pretty face, she placed her tray down with a loud clunk in front of him, staring at him with her curious, brown eyes.
"Would it be alright if I sat with you? I'm new, my name's Felicity. Any oppurtunity to make a friend would be nice." She stated, speaking very quickly, despite all the training she'd been through to slow down and enunciate.
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Post by Jeremy Desrosiers on Dec 23, 2010 18:31:19 GMT 10
Jeremy popped the little book back into his pocket and picked up one of the plates. He smiled to himself and tilted the plate toward the empty lunch tray, ready to make the foundations of his castle with the fork when he heard the clunk of a tray and a sweet voice speaking rapidly.
Jem looked up to be met with a smirk. The girl introduced herself and asked if she could sit with him. “Of course! I’m Jeremy.”He replied with a smile, before looking down at what he was about to do. “I’m making a castle.”
Jem didn’t feel like he had to apologize for his admittedly strange ways, but he did feel like there was to be a certain amount of caution. He gestured at the empty seat with his fork and tipped the plate so the mashed potato fell to the tray with a gentle ‘splat’. It wasn’t by accident that he left out his surname. There had been more than one occurrence that year that his name had scared off many seemingly nice people.
“Felicity is a nice name.” Jem continued, scraping the potato from the plate onto the tray. “What is your talent?”
It was a common question to be heard around the school, and it was a fairly good indicator of how a person would act, and Jem wasn’t really looking to get his glasses flushed down the toilet again by a swimmer just for asking if he was an academic student.
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Post by Felicity Skye on Dec 30, 2010 4:34:39 GMT 10
"A...Castle?" Felicity asked, sitting down at the seat he'd gestured toward, She smiled at him, totally intrigued. "That's so cool!" She said, resting her chin in her hand, sort of half way picking at her food.
"I'm not very artsy. I'm an actress." She said, watching him work quickly, "Are you, like, an architect or something?" She asked, venturing into his mind, she loved making friends, and definitely wanted this boy to be one of them. She looked at her food.
"Thanks, by the way, I have a little cousin named Jeremy, he just turned five. He's the cutest!" She said, enunciating her words carefully, just as she'd been taught in acting class. She crossed one slender leg over the other.
She took a cautious bite of her food, praying it wasn't as bad as her old high school's.
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Post by Jeremy Desrosiers on Dec 30, 2010 14:44:57 GMT 10
Jeremy glanced up as Felicity sat down with a smile on her face. She praised his castle and watched him work with her chin resting on her hand while she picked at her food with the other. The girl was an actress and claimed she wasn’t artsy before inquiring if he were an architect.
Jem laughed lightly, as he began to shape the foundation of his castle. “Geology, actually. I got into making sandcastles after digging up the garden when I was a kid, but this is my first time with mashed potato.” He smiled at the girl across the table, glad she seemed to be so nice.
When she thanked him for complimenting her on her name, she commented that she had a little cousin with his name. “I love kids. My sister says it’s cause I act like one.” He grinned to show that her saying that wasn’t a bad thing. He and Eliza had a great relationship, even if it had been lacking for a few years in the communication department.
Jem watched Felicity take a bit of food, with a face that looked like she was expecting the worst. “Don’t worry. The food here is yummy. I promise.” He said, using the teaspoon to begin scraping away at the foundations. “I’ve been eating it for years.”
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Post by Felicity Skye on Dec 30, 2010 15:26:34 GMT 10
"Oh, God, geology." She said with a laugh. "It sounds mathy and artsy, two of my worst subjects." She flipped her black hair behind her shoulders. A small, melodic laugh eliciting from her. She watched him work a moment longer, continuing to eat her food.
"I love kids too, I have a lot of little cousins. They pull my hair." She grimaced and then smiled beautifully again. "I get forced into digging up the garden with them." She added, joking lightly on his geology comment.
"I wish I had a sister," she said dreamily. "I've always been an only child. It's a lonely life." She said, staring off into space, she snapped back suddenly. And chuckled.
"I love your glasses." She added. "They're cute on you. Usually, guys look geeky in glasses." She said, she wasn't hitting on him, just trying to be nice. However, that was usually taken the wrong way when it came to her...
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Post by Jeremy Desrosiers on Dec 31, 2010 0:20:15 GMT 10
When Felicity laughed at Jeremy’s talent, he felt a little sad. She seemed so nice before, though it was all cleared up before he could even say anything. She continued on to say it included math and art, and she was bad at both.
Jem smiled as she laughed. “I can tutor you in math if you want. I’m actually alright at it.”
He listened to her talk of her cousins, and nodded politely, while continuing his master piece. After finishing the foundations, Jem began to add the second plate of mashed potato, this time doing it gradually, so as not to spoil his work.
“My sister is great.” Jem commented, quietly, after Felicity mentioned how she had wanted one. “She’s my twin, actually, so we’re pretty close.”
It was then that the pretty brunette complimented his glasses, to which Jem smiled, and lifted a hand to touch the rim. “Thanks. I like them too, though some of the sports students don’t seem too.” He frowned, slightly, remembering back a few days.
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Post by Felicity Skye on Dec 31, 2010 1:19:15 GMT 10
"Oh, no, that's fine," she said, quickly declining his offer to tutor her. "You'd just get frustrated." That much was true, she thought back to all the other math tutors she'd had as a kid and smiled lightly to herself. After a moment, she turned back to Jeremy, noticing he was doing something else to his castle now. She tilted her head curiously.
"I've always wanted a twin." She said quietly, looking at the boy talk of his sister. His whole face brightened. "It must be great to be born with your own best friend." She added, quietly. She bit her lip and zoned out slightly, before snapping back.
"What are you doing to it now?" She asked, watching him work quickly, she started playing with her mashed potatoes rolling them into balls and piling them on top of each other. It came out looking lopsided, awkward and all together screwed up. She laughed happily.
"Look! I made something that almost resembles a snowman!" She said with mock pride, watching Jeremy, he seemed like a shy person, but she liked that he was opening up. Maybe he'd been picked on when he was younger. It was okay, though. She liked friends.
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Post by Jeremy Desrosiers on Dec 31, 2010 23:17:45 GMT 10
Jeremy smiled politely when Felicity turned down his offer of tutoring. She, like many others it seemed, was happy enough having one subject that she was bad at. In Jem’s case, it was phys. Ed.
He listened as Felicity mentioned her want for a twin, going on to say how great it would be to be born with your own best friend. Jem looked up and nodded, with a smile. She had called it almost exactly. Eliza was his best friend, no doubt about it. There was no one else in the world who understood how he felt, and if she didn’t, she wasn’t afraid to ask.
When Felicity asked what he was doing to his castle, Jem looked down. At that point he had shaped a large square with a smaller square a little bit away from it. “This bit is going to be the barbican.” He gestured with his spoon at the smaller square. “And this is the main building. This little bit here is the main bailey, and this is the keep.”
Jem looked up to find Felicity making her own crude potato sculpture. He smiled, pleased that she was having a good time talking to him and making her own fun as he made his. “It looks good.” He said, happy to have someone to make him look a little less like a fool.
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Post by Felicity Skye on Jan 1, 2011 1:54:33 GMT 10
Her hands were getting covered in mashed potato, but she really didn't care, she continued to play in the fluffy mashed potatoes. She giggled, making a few more snow people and then attempting an igloo, however, it came out looking more like a floppy ball than anything.
She looked up at him, enjoying herself despite their childish activity. She noted all the words she didn't know in that sentence, her face momentarily blank. She bit her lip.
"Yeah, I'm not cool enough to study castles so...I'll pretend to know what you said" She said with a laugh. She continued shaping her mashed potato people, trying to keep them from falling down. Her eyebrows furrowed in a moment of distressed frustration.
"Grr." She said to it. "Stop dying!" She smashed the potato man and crossed her arms over her chest gracefully, acting as though nothing had happened. She smiled at Jeremy.
"Sorry, I just threw a temper tantrum."
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Post by Jeremy Desrosiers on Jan 1, 2011 23:18:26 GMT 10
When Felicity claimed she wasn’t “cool” enough to study castles, Jeremy was a little taken aback. It seemed to him like she was making fun of him, which was upsetting, at the least, but he tried to shake it off. She laughed afterwards, so Jem assumed it was just her sense of humour, but he looked back down at his castle for a while, focusing on what he was doing.
It seemed like Felicity was getting upset at her potato snowmen and the igloo she had formed, ending a little angry rant by smashing it. She then smiled and apologized for throwing a tantrum, though it seemed like that too was just a joke. Jeremy looked up and forced a smile, trying to be polite.
“It happens sometimes.” He said, simply. “If it helps, you aren’t using the right tools. Use the flat edge of your knife to pack the potato together.”
Jem looked back to his own work and made the blob of potato that was to be the keep more square, defining its lines. He was used to working with castles, but mashed potato was a new medium for him.
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Post by Felicity Skye on Jan 2, 2011 5:45:11 GMT 10
"Like this...?" Felicity clumsily picked her knife up in her left hand, she began to pat at her igloo, biting her lower lip, gently in concentration. The rest of her food was forgotten, and the script she was supposed to be studying lay uncared about in her bag. She looked at Jeremy, trying to figure out what he was doing with his castle, and trying to imitate his quick, graceful movements, however, hers always came out looking more klutzy.
She sighed in almost-defeat, brushing her hair behind her shoulders, and adjusting her shirt sleeve, which had begun to fall down her shoulder. She was easily frustrated by artwork, but loved doing it. She watched Jeremy again, attempting to mimic his motions perfectly. Her stomach growled slightly at the scent of her cooling food, but she ignored it.
"Dammit.." She cursed, and then put her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. "Excuse my language." She said almost immediately afterward, she didn't look up at Jeremy though, she was too busy trying not to crush her igloo.
Why isn't this turning out right? She wondered, her eyes beginning to show the anger and frustration that whirled around within her. She looked desperately at Jeremy's hands again, trying to figure out how he was doing it so perfectly.
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Post by Jeremy Desrosiers on Jan 2, 2011 16:18:31 GMT 10
Jeremy and Felicity both worked on their pieces, the former coming out much better looking than the latter. Jem was used to tools and forming shapes, and he adapted to potato quite quickly, but Felicity seemed to be having a hard time. She watched him work and tried to replicate his movements, but it was obvious she was getting frustrated. She cussed, quietly, and apologized, but it didn’t seem to help her at all. Jem, on the other hand, had finished the keep and moved on to the barbican. It was a similar square to the keep, so it was easy, but he worked slowly, forming each side carefully.
“Don’t worry about it.” Jem commented to Felicity. “It’s harder than it looks, but you’re picking it up quicker than I expected.”
He paused for a moment, watching her work. “So you’re new, huh? Where are you from?” He asked, smiling politely.
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Post by Felicity Skye on Jan 2, 2011 16:48:49 GMT 10
She smiled at his compliment, she figured he was just saying that out of courtesy. He was always so guarded and polite, it seemed odd. She looked up at him when he questioned her about her place of origin, a moment of homesickness washed over her and tears brimmed in her eyes.
"I came from a little town in New York called Smithville Flats. It's not much, but everyone's really close." She said quietly, her voice breaking slightly. She poked her pathetic igloo and then laughed. "Everyone in the town is really tall, and then there's me. I'm short" She hoped he didn't catch the insecurity in her voice when she mentioned her height issue.
"Where did you originate from, Mr. Jeremy the Geologist." She said, then crinkled her nose cutely and giggled. "I like the way that sounds, I'm going to start calling you that." She reached across the table and pulled a little bit of mashed potato from his bangs.
"How do you get mashed potatoes in your hair?" She asked, laughing good-naturedly.
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Post by Jeremy Desrosiers on Jan 3, 2011 12:50:24 GMT 10
Jeremy raised his eyebrows, surprised at Felicity’s next action. She spoke briefly of her hometown and teared up, obviously homesick, or upset about it. When she mentioned how short she was in comparison, Jem couldn’t help but laugh.
“Story of my life, seriously.” He said. “I’m one of the only guys my age who is 5’4”. I’m tiny in comparison.”
Jem was glad when the subject was changed to him. He wasn’t close enough to this girl yet to comfort her, although he seemed to be good at it. “Well, I was born here, but my mum is Australian and when my parents split I got to go and spend holidays over with her and my sister in Australia, which explains my weird accent. Part-French, part- Australian with a hint of English in it. It’s one of the many things I get teased for around here.”
Jem was surprised at himself. He never expected to be opening up to someone who wasn’t his sister, but then again, Felicity had opened up to him, so it was only fair to return the favour. When she extracted the mashed potato from his fringe, he laughed. “I suppose I’m just a little bit over-enthusiastic. I get the same way when I play trumpet.”
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Post by Felicity Skye on Jan 3, 2011 13:11:16 GMT 10
She laughed, wiping her tears away, a line of mascara running across her cheek bone, she shook her head. She smiled at him, she had the urge to stand up and show him that she came to about his shoulder. If that. She shook her head.
"I'm 5'1, 5'3 if I stand on tip toe." She said, with choked laughter. She felt pathetic for crying, but pretended everything was all good. She scowled when he mentioned getting bullied. There was no reason to pick on him. He was a sweet boy.
"I like your accent. It's cute and adds to your character. They're just jealous." She said, turning her nose up. She'd always hated bullies, she'd usually go out of her way to be nice to the bullied kids. Especially the overweight ones, because....been there, done that.
"Does your sister also go to this school?" She asked with a smile, the tears long since evaporated from her eyes. She sniffled, slightly, but that was the end of it. She tilted her head, clasping her hands in her lap and glaring at her snow igloo as it collapsed.
She laughed at his comment about the trumpet, and nodded, totally able to relate. "Yes, I get that way when I'm acting, it's like...I forget the real world exists." She said, groping for the words. "I like to pretend I'm good at piano. But, really, it sounds like a dying cockatoo." She said with an awkward laugh.
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Post by Jeremy Desrosiers on Jan 3, 2011 22:31:46 GMT 10
Jeremy nodded. “Yeah, but you’re a girl. You’re allowed to be short, but guys have to be tall and strong.” He pretended to flex his arms, before continuing with his castle.
She then complimented his accent and he smiled. “Thank you. Some people find it hard to understand.”
“Yes, Eliza started last semester for our eleventh year. Unfortunately we aren’t in any classes together, as of yet, but that might change next year.” Jem smiled. “She’s a pianist and a singer. Beautiful singing voice. We used to play together when we had time, she on piano and me on my trumpet. She’s humour me with jazz standards and I’d play whatever she wanted.” He stopped and looked down at his castle, embarrassed for being so proud of his sister. She was just such a fantastic person that he could hardly contain himself.
Jem smiled as Felicity spoke about her acting. “Well, maybe you could get piano lessons here. I’m sure it would be easy to get Mr. Hemingway to help you out.”
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Post by Felicity Skye on Jan 8, 2011 14:27:24 GMT 10
She flexed her slender arm in return, pulling a cheesy "macho man" face. She growled playfully, and then laughed. "It's alright, I think it's cool that you stand out. You're so comfortable with it, too." She added, smiling at him and-as usual-flipping her raven-colored hair over her slight shoulders. She grinned, and nodded as he talked about his sister.
"She sounds cool." She agreed, clasping her hands together tightly on the table, she thought back to her mother's miscarriage, wondering if her sister or brother would have been this devoted. Would she have ended up at this academy? She bit her lip and looked up at him again. "So are you older or is she?" Felicity asked, tilting her head, curious about this Eliza person.
"Ha! Here's the thing, I'm too shy to talk to anyone and if people try to teach me things they get frustrated. Like math tutors." She said, smiling at the memory of his polite offer. She looked at her food, poking it again. She wasn't hungry anymore, this boy seemed to interesting to her, and she really wanted to know him better.
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Post by Jeremy Desrosiers on Jan 10, 2011 21:47:33 GMT 10
Jeremy laughed as Felicity mirrored his action, and added a funny face and a growl, but stopped when she commented that he stood out and was apparently okay with it. He shrugged and looked back down at his work. “I suppose I don’t really notice it all that much, you know, unless someone points it out. I’ve always figured that everyone is different and everyone is the same. We’re all people, you know?”
He moved on to talk about his sister for a little bit, and Felicity replied by asking who was older. “I am, but only a few minutes older.” He grinned. “But if you’re talking maturity wise, she’s older all the way.”
When Felicity claimed that she was too shy to ask Mr. Hemingway for help with piano tutoring, Jem raised his eyebrows. “See, I know that that’s a lie. If you were shy, you wouldn’t’ve come up to me like you did. And if you were that shy you wouldn’t be a successful enough actress to get into a school like this. So I think you’re lying to get out of having to ask someone for help. I expect your parents gave you what you wanted most of the time, so there hasn’t been much need for asking. You’re just a little nervous, aren’t you?”
Jem quickly looked back down at his work, utterly embarrassed for guessing so much about Felicity’s personality, though he assumed it was right. She had no other reason to lie about being nervous, and being the headmaster’s son, Jeremy knew a fair amount about the application process to the school. He knew for a fact that someone who wasn’t a successful actress wouldn’t get into the school. There was no doubt Felicity was a good actress.
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Post by Felicity Skye on Feb 7, 2011 8:43:29 GMT 10
OOC: I apologize for taking so long! I've had writer's block up the rear!
IC: She watched as his personality seemed to change from pleasant to awkward and serious once again. He did this often. She sighed, and nodded, an agreeing, easy smile on her smirking lips. "Yeah, that's why I dislike when people judge others." She said, wringing her wrists awkwardly. She didn't like staying on serious subjects for too long, and often acted childish.
She chuckled. She wasn't the most mature person either, but she was an only child, which made the whole immaturity thing easier for her. She looked at him for a moment longer, he was definitely a different person, like a puzzle you had to work to figure out, one of the harder ones too.
Felicity's eyes widened as he made his deduction. "So? I don't like having to admit my weaknesses to someone. Especially adults, they look down at you and then they hate you. It makes me feel all small and weakened, and pathetic." She said. She really was an outgoing person.
She looked down at her own pile of lumpy mashed potatoes. She sighed, slumping her shoulders. "Yeah, I am a bit nervous, it's a new school and all. You know how it is." She said with an awkward smile.
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