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| Meeting; Year 5 Day 9 During Muggle Studies (7th Year) | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 6 2017, 01:05:07 PM (333 Views) | |
| Jesse Lee | Feb 6 2017, 01:05:07 PM Post #1 |
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Jesse was outside looking at the lake. His coat was buttoned up and in his hand was an unlit cigarette. The young man's icy blue eyes watched as the few drops of rain hit the water. With each drop a ripple was created, somehow even in the cold it was soothing to the Slytherin's racing mind. Other students were outside talking in groups.Jesse kept the annoyance he felt at their laughing and joking hidden off of his features. Perhaps his annoyance was with the students, or perhaps it was with himself since he had spent seven years isolating himself from the other students. Even Jesse didn't know the answer to that question. Jesse pulled out his wand and lit the cigarette. He was going to die anyways, so what did it matter if he hurried it along with smoking? |
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| Chaska Godard | Feb 6 2017, 02:02:56 PM Post #2 |
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Lisbeth Elliot and Chaska Godard were an odd pair, it seemed as thought neither had bothered dressing for the weather before coming out into the cold. Lisbeth leaned heavily on Chaska, looking as though she might be ill. He had attempted to bring her to the Nurse's office, but she had insisted on fresh air instead. "So we'll walk, you'll feel better." "I'll feel better if you just kept talking in French, because you're a bit insufferable. Has anyone ever told you you're insufferable?" Lis, depite her best intentions to shake away Chaska's well meaning, the exchange student had glued his way onto her side. Chaska's tone did not indicate his insult, "Que la couleur de cheveux est ce qui est horrible," Although Lis likely received the message anyway, horrible still sounded the same as horrible no matter the accent. "I'd be more than willing to leave after dropping you off at the Hospital Wing." "I'll freeze you out long before that - Jesse." Lis' relief at spotting a fellow Slytherin hinted at a relationship much closer than the two actually had, "Can I bum a smoke?" Jesse was a remnant of Lis' past, back when she had thought being a go-to girl for things like alcohol had made her unfathomably cool. With any luck, that connection would be enough to make Jesse, the enigma, amicable. It did not occur to her that she was still dressed up, body covered in her own artwork, face included. It had been her intention to stand at the doorway into the Great Hall during lunch, a living statue, an expression of her own artwork. She'd chickened out, and here they were. Chaska shared a look with Jesse, the "she might be insane" look. |
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| Jesse Lee | Feb 6 2017, 02:28:12 PM Post #3 |
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Jesse was lost in his own world as the unlikely duo walked up to him. Lisbeth a little seventh year drew his attention, not because she'd said his name, but because the girl was covered in--what he assumed was art. He definitely wasn't cultured enough to recognize if it was good or not. "Sure." Jesse took another drag from his cigarette as if to emphasie the statement. "If you tell me why you are painted." Jesse reached inside his coat pocket and produced the pack of muggle cigarettes. His older brother always sent him a pack, along with the weekly letter telling Jesse of all the events that he was missing out on from home. "You're new." Jesse turned and nodded at Chaska. The seventh year was pretty good at remembering faces, and Chaska's wasn't one he'd seen before. "Are you two now a thing?" Jesse's eyes traveled to the pair of students. He looked at Lis for a sign that he was wrong. The last he knew she was with some Ravenclaw boy. |
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Feb 6 2017, 05:11:55 PM Post #4 |
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Lisbeth managed to look grateful through her face paint, and then embarrassed. The Slytherin had an explanation for this, but it was really better to experience it in person. After all, art was meant to be interpreted. "This is just my face now." "We aren't a thing." Chaska sighed, as though this entire encounter was keeping him from more important things. It wasn't. "I find her looking as though she's about to pass out, and instead of going to see a nurse she comes to you for a smoke." "Chaska woke up this morning desperate to play the role of an annoying crutch." Lis plucked a cigarette from the pack, and thankful for an excuse to pull herself away from Godard, sat down next to Jesse. The rain was coming down a little harder now, and she cast a spell from her wand that acted like an umbrella. She then propped the wand, which worked as a handle now, between her legs. It had been a very long time since Lis had taken a drag from a cigarette. This particular bad decision hung from her lips for a moment, as she imagined what her mother might say, before she used the tip of her finger to light it. Lis managed not to choke and, feeling calmer, reiterated on Jesse's original question. "It's supposed to be performance art," Her free hand waved absently at her face, "You stand, still as a post, waiting for someone to acknowledge your existence, and then..." The teen shrugged, her drawings were supposed to come to life. "It really doesn't have any of the impact when you explain it out loud." "Pretentious." Chaska had ducked under the umbrella too, his nose crinkling at the smell of smoke captured within their bubble. "Says the French guy." "American." |
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| Jesse Lee | Feb 6 2017, 05:47:15 PM Post #5 |
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Jesse looked at Chaska. Shrugging Jesse tilted his head, "Guess it's okay now since she hasn't passed out?" Lis seemed okay enough to Jesse. It wasn't as if she was gushing blood or vomiting or any of the usual reasons that kids went to the hospital wing. Standing still as a statue? Seemed like a waste of time to Jesse. He shook his head. "You wait for people to make fun of you? Seems like a waste of time." Jesse narrowed his eyes at Chaska, even if it seemed like a waste of time he wasn't sure he was okay with a random guy telling Hogwarts students they were pretentious. It rubbed him the wrong way. Jesse watched the two interact. It wasn't his business but they seemed to know each other. "So how exactly do you two know each other?" He squatted beside the two other students, his hair flopping down into his eyes. "If you weren't speaking French, she wouldn't assume you were French." His eyes went back out to the lake. An expression of indifference rested on his face. "Besides, it's not like American's aren't pretentious." Jesse took a drag, and kept his eyes out on the lake. |
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Feb 6 2017, 06:13:27 PM Post #6 |
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Chaska shrugged, he was content allowing Lis to be someone else's problem. Lisbeth felt a wave of nervousness wash over her, much the same as the one that had prevented her from following through with her plan originally. "People do as they like, that's kind of the point." Lis had actually practiced a bit as a living statue for a muggle crowd, and enjoyed it quite a bit. Recreating it here, where people actually knew her, though? A bit more intimidating. The Slytherin girl channeled a lot of emotion into the drawings on her skin, it was how she spent most of her life. A part of her had been struck by the thought of her body no longer belonging to her, and instead being a piece of art for everyone around her to interpret. It felt right somehow, like a statement on how people judged those around them. Maybe it was pretentious. "We don't," Chaska's expression was quite wry, "Excusez-moi de me faire une merde. Au revoir." Lis thought that she should apologize to Chaska, or thank him. Instead she just watched him go. For all the thought of humanity and connection, she still wasn't very good at. Beck would have known what to say. Her eyes landed on Jesse, and thought that she might have a small problem. The Slytherin contained a small sigh, in her mouth and swallowed it down. "He meant well. I think. Thank you all the same, but as I am an American I think both points were proved." "Go on, tell me why it's a waste of time." |
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| Jesse Lee | Feb 6 2017, 06:39:37 PM Post #7 |
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Jesse's eyebrows rose. He didn't know that the Elliots were American. Then again he'd never actually interacted with Beck, or the other twin. He shook his head. "It takes a lot of energy to just stand there. Not to mention how many people are naturally mean." Jesse shook his head, he was from a terrible part of a terrible town. Nobody he knew would ever take the time to do this sort of thing, and those who noticed would have just made the artists life hell. "He clearly isn't going to get used to anyone here. You're a nicer Slytherin then most, and he couldn't handle you." Jesse didn't pay much attention to those who were from the other schools. Except Daphne, but that didn't count he'd met her before all these schools showed up at Hogwarts. "Besides, isn't it awkward to just be standing there with all that...paint on you?" Jesse really had no culture and he couldn't imagine having people stop to take the time look at him like that. |
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Feb 7 2017, 11:48:59 AM Post #8 |
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"You think I'm nice." Lisbeth bit of the last of her sentence with mock pep and a smile. Jesse had basically said that Lis had yet to join a cult, but she'd consider it a compliment as she had just used him to get rid of someone else. The Slytherin attempted a long drag to collect her thoughts, and think of an explanation that made sense. Her hand was steadier this time, when she took a drag. "It's not supposed to be easy," Lis finally settled on this, after discretely trying to clear her throat, "people are supposed to look at you weird, and be cruel, and you're supposed to start wondering why you even bother..." Lisbeth cast a wry glance towards Jesse, "but then someone walks by who gets it, and they stop and appreciate what you've done, and it's..." Her eyes were over the lake now, and she sighed, "Well, it wouldn't be the same without the struggle beforehand." "Have you never seen a street performance?" Lis felt strange in the aftermath of her explanation, and fired off a quick question. |
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| Jesse Lee | Feb 7 2017, 12:10:32 PM Post #9 |
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Jesse watched the young girl as she bordered on mocking him. "I wouldn't say you're nice." The corners of Jesse's lips curled slightly, more into a smirk then a smile. "Just a nice Slytherin. After all you care about... Art." Jesse was trying here he really was, it was just that this world. This art thing, with the culture he never understood it, even when he and his brother's snuck into an art gallery he couldn't quite understand why people would pay so much money to go in and see paintings of things that didn't even look like anything. Struggle. That was a word that Jesse knew all too well. "So you like the struggle aspect of it all?" It was odd to hear anyone say they liked the struggle, or that it was a rush or whatever other students around here said. Perhaps it was because Jesse had to work twice as hard as others to have the bare necessities or perhaps it was because Jesse strived for more then the necessities in life that made him struggle so much. Either way he couldn't understand that mentality. It was one for people who had a bed in a safe neighborhood to go home to at night. Jesse thought to his hometown with the children who begged on the corners and the women who were huddled under newspapers. His home wasn't somewhere where you stopped and listened to anyone else, nor was it one where you wanted to be on the streets any longer then you had to be. His thoughts went to the preacher who stood on the corner and yelled his sermon at passers. Taking a drag he shook his head. It wasn't as if that really counted. "You're from America right?" Lis had just said this. "Think of the worst city you know. Now think of the worst part of that city. Do people stop to view street art there?" Jesse assumed no, but he'd never actually been to America before, so he couldn't be sure. |
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Feb 7 2017, 01:05:12 PM Post #10 |
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"We have already decided that it's pretentious." Lis reminded Jesse, casually. She knew his implication, of course, the subtle reminder of her privilege. Lisbeth didn't know anything about Jesse's past, but she was starting to get a picture that it hadn't been particularly cheery. At this point, however, everyone at Hogwarts had gone through some shit. It wasn't right to compare pain, was it? "Nobody wants struggle, but it exists all the same. It's more about the connection you have with that one person, even though you aren't talking, even if you are just sharing a glance; a moment." It filled up a part of her that felt really empty sometimes, when she was in a crowd of people who were all doing their own thing. Lis spent a lot of time over her summers doing charity work with her mother. Hazel and Cylas were big believers in giving back to people. They were generous souls, who at least attempted to instill their children with good values. Lis didn't have to think hard to imagine a place worse than what she was used to. "There's graffiti. I don't know if people stop to view it, but someone thinks it's worth expressing." "When people don't know what to say, or what to do. That's what art is for." Lis thought Jesse was being quite nice in humouring her, "But that doesn't mean everyone gets it, or has to get it. I mean, graffiti is generally viewed as something that should be gotten rid of." |
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| Jesse Lee | Feb 7 2017, 03:44:08 PM Post #11 |
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Jesse eyed Lis almost curiously. "So you stand out on the street in a painting and get ridiculed for a glance--for a nod in your direction?" Jess snubbed the cigarette out and shook his head. "Perhaps if there were more people like that in the world, it wouldn't be the shit hole it is." His words were more directed at himself then at Lis. He hadn't been to any museum besides the one he'd snuck into, and it wasn't as if they were getting a royal tour of the place. Jesse honestly had no taste for art, nor was he going to try and act like he did. "No one stops to look at the graffiti, often it's a sign of who is allowed where, and not what necessarily a pretty picture. Occasionally it is.. but more often then not, it's a way that people who feel they have no control over their lives, regain some." He shook his head. The artists who were known for actual artwork weren't going around his neighborhood tagging anything, that sort of work was done by people like him. "It's accepted in part of the city, there is even a festival where they graffiti part of the city." Jesse had heard of it, but hadn't actually been anywhere near where it was taking place. It had been around some of the posh neighborhoods that Jesse only went to for business, and he hadn't even thought of a reason as to why these people where here, just that they were, which meant more business for his families illegal activities. Jesse adjusted his watch, which allowed the top part of his tattoo to show on his wrist. |
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Feb 7 2017, 06:15:44 PM Post #12 |
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Lisbeth thought that she probably wouldn't explain it any better, and was nodding along. Although her expression was soon to transform into a grimace. The Slytherin couldn't stand holier-than-thou attitudes, of which she often associated members of her family as having. Had she been a bit preachy? Was it an inescapable fate of being an Elliot? All of her hard work to avoid it, and here she was. There was no ash tray, so she simply flicked the ashes into the wet grass before taking another drag. The problem with cigarettes was that their effect wore off too quickly. Lis had not considered graffiti acting as borders, in fact she hadn't taken much time to consider the meaning behind graffiti beyond her brief mention of it before. It was only over the summer that Lisbeth had dove into this sort of thing. If someone was tagging their name, it was an expression of themselves. I'm here, or we're here. Don't forget about us. Graffiti, especially if frowned upon - or even illegal - was defiance. Like, we aren't going anywhere. We deserve more. "That's art -" She exclaimed, without much thought, upon realizing her thoughts followed Jesse's words, "It says something important, no one said it needed to be pretty." Her eyes landed on his wrist, drawn by the motion. She pulled them up, to look at his face; unsure if his tattoo was something she should comment on. "Where are you from, Jesse?" It probably went without saying that Lisbeth would enjoy something like what had just been mentioned immensely. |
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| Jesse Lee | Feb 8 2017, 12:07:45 AM Post #13 |
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Jesse shook his head, he wasn't sure he would classify 'skank' as something that was important, no matter how pretty it was written. It was better then for Jesse, when Lis decided to ask where he was from. Odd, because often students didn't care to know about his past, and he didn't care to give it. "Well clearly England." He was sure that wasn't exactly what Lis had meant, but it wasn't as if she had told him the town she came from. He knew her eyes had followed the motion of his hand, which meant that she had seen the tattoo. Carefully, Jesse moved the watch to cover the entire thing, again. If Lis wanted to know about it she'd have to ask, as Jesse wasn't one to just give out personal information, about himself. "So if you are from America, why go to school here, why not Salem. I mean pre-destroyed schools age." Jesse added the qualifier on at the end. He'd honestly forgotten that other schools were at Hogwarts, which was odd given his--friendliness with Daphne. "I mean is Salem that poor of a school?" Jesse looked around to see who was paying attention, and pulled out a small bottle of whiskey. It was another gift his brother had sent, actually Jesse's brother sent a wide variety of alcohols to him. Jesse just didn't typically have anyone to share them with. After taking a swig from the bottle, Jesse let rested his arms on his knees and loosely held the bottle. "Want some?" It wasn't as if Jesse was one to care about rules, nor age restrictions. |
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Feb 8 2017, 01:48:53 AM Post #14 |
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Lis offered Jesse a wry smile, "It's not like I would have recognized anything more specific," The Slytherin could boast extensive knowledge on very few things indeed, and England simply was not on the list. "so your air of mystery is safe regardless." Lisbeth had a full arm of tattoos that were constantly changing - the only reason her parents had not lost their shit was because she had proven they could be washed away easily with magic - but her arm was covered with a skin tight sweater that had been painted over to match her motif. The garb wasn't particularly warm, but it took a lot to chill a fire elementus. Lis could think of a number of reasons why a tattoo would be hidden, but she thought none of them really suited Jesse. "I wouldn't know," Lisbeth admitted. Ryan had been the one all into figuring out which school would be better, researching classes offered, and the like. Lis couldn't remember caring, but retrospectively Hogwarts had been the superior choice. It was still standing after all. "my parents met at Hogwarts. We've got family here, so we all come out towards the end of summer for a visit, and come here instead of going back home." For the first time, Lis allowed herself to really study Jesse. She'd been trying not to, knowing her own tendencies. Jesse reminded her of a lot of things she'd been avoiding, and with good reason. "I'll take you up on it later." When it was later in the day, and if she felt a little less queasy; a little less enamoured of a new connection, and a little less afraid of what lowered inhibitions did to her. A cigarette couldn't last forever. Sad as it was. She had let the filter dangle from her lips until it had threatened to burn. The smoke was likely adding to her queasiness, and she felt her lungs protesting the ash inside them, but overall she felt better than she had before Chaska had found her. Lis ground the butt into the grass. "I'll show you my actual tattoos if you show me yours," Lis offered, "the ones on my arm anyway." |
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| Jesse Lee | Feb 8 2017, 12:07:27 PM Post #15 |
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Jesse nodded over at Lis. It wasn't as if he had expected her to appreciate his answer. Even so he had become accustomed to keeping his home life completely separated from his career at Hogwarts. "So you basically came to Hogwarts on an extended vacation?" Jesse eyed Lis skeptically. Of course if her parents met here then it was all explained away. He just couldn't pass up an opportunity to tease the younger student. Jesse nodded as Lis refused his offer. He figured it was probably for the best. She was underage, or at least he assumed she was, and after all, he had never gotten used to sharing. "Suite yourself." He took another drink from the bottle, before he returned to his orginial positioning. He could feel Lis' eyes on him. "If you take a picture it lasts longer." For the first time in this entire conversation Jesse grinned over at Lis. It wasn't a cheeky smile, and it rarely appeared. As Lis questioned about his tattoo, Jesse felt his body involuntarily stiffen. Like Lis had previously said, she wouldn't know anything about the meaning behind it. She was sheltered enough that he assumed even if it was a tattoo from a gang in America she would have little idea. "The less exciting version of I'll show you mine if you show me yours?" Jesse slowly undid his watch, and pocketed the muggle machine before turning over his wrist and revealing a small flower tattoo. He was sure she would have questions, but wasn't as if he would be forced to answer them. Edited by Jesse Lee, Feb 8 2017, 12:12:13 PM.
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Feb 8 2017, 09:51:57 PM Post #16 |
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"You have a strange way of summing things up." Lis swallowed down a nervous laugh. It wasn't her intention to be cryptic, she just tended to wave past anything dealing with her family because she didn't want to bore someone half to death with the picture-perfect-power family. Or whatever the fuck. Well, it was hard to impress people in the Slytherin house, because most were either living in mansions or knew someone who was. That, and the family drama just could not be competed with. "I can't really open up to you about the generations-old cult that needed to be maintained down the bloodline, that would just ruin the whole secrecy of the thing." "Uhh..." A hesitant twitch of a smile was returned his way, but her gaze shot back towards the lake. Fucking stupid. She tucked her hair behind her ears, "Yeah, I mean, only if you sign it, uh... too." There had to have been a better way to deal with that. Well, it wasn't the first time she'd wished the ground would swallow her up whole, and it wasn't like she'd set him on fire, so... Lisbeth picked at the sleeve of her sweater. She spent a lot of late nights drawing art on herself; it annoyed roommates less than music did. Frankly, she needed an outlet for all her nervous energy. Frankly, she couldn't understand why someone like Jesse would bother with body art, but then maybe his tattoo had something to do with that mysterious backstory she wasn't likely to unlock, you know, ever. "I was hoping you'd show me the secret tattoo on your ass, so it's only as exciting as you make it." "And I have no idea why you keep it hidden, still. So don't worry." It was just a flower, pretty nondescript. The tattoo had to mean something to someone, or it wouldn't have a watch over it. "I could come up with some pretty wild guesses, but I'll spare us both." She rolled up the sleeve of her sweater, it took a bit of time, and she couldn't get it all the way up to her shoulder. Her tattoo was likely to change before the week was up, but there it was all the same. "Pact sealed, I think we're almost done summoning a demon." |
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| Jesse Lee | Feb 8 2017, 11:46:39 PM Post #17 |
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Jesse shook his head Lis. Her sarcastic responses were actually humoring the young man. Jesse chuckled at Lis as she told him that she'd only take the photo if he signed it. The noise surprised him probably more then it did her. He was actually enjoying himself, more then he'd admit. Jesse shook his head. "I mean... that's actually kinda stalker-ish." There was a twinkle behind Jesse's icy eyes. Teasing Lis was just too easy. As quick as he had said that, he tried to restrain himself. She was clearly embarrassed by him catching her staring. "I mean that has to be the most unique way of someone saying they wanna see my ass." Maybe Jesse liked the way Lis looked embarrassed. Maybe Jesse was an ass. As Lis said she could come up with some wild theories Jesse nodded."I wouldn't mind hearing some of these far fetched theories." It was actually odd Jesse didn't show his tattoo. After all it wasn't as if that symbol was all over the wizarding world--not yet anyways. Besides if anyone else saw that tattoo there were bound to be rumors as to why Jesse had a flower tattooed on his wrist. Jesse eyed Lis' sleeve. Her entire arm was covered in a web of designs. It was serious ink. She had to have sat down for at least 2 hours at a time to get something that smooth looking. Jesse nodded approval over at Lis. "Wizard or muggle tattoo?" Jesse's was completely permanent, not to be removed, or changed ever. A lifelong commitment to not only his family but also his business. Jesse's eyebrows rose. "You still believe in those things?" He had never been one to believe in such things, but over the last several years he had decided that the only monsters were those of the human nature. |
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Feb 9 2017, 01:23:21 PM Post #18 |
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Whatever was happening here should probably not be happening. Lis didn't know what it was about guys she knew nothing about. It was like she kept misinterpreting the rush of the unknown, the dangerous, with something more than adrenaline. Guys like Jesse were bad news, period. They were bad for Lis, who wasn't lucky like her sister. Or like Ree. Boys didn't change for girls like Lisbeth Elliot. Frankly, her skin wasn't very thick - hard as she pretended it was. Lis raised both of her eyebrows at Jesse. If that's all it took to be constituted a stalker, then she had no idea what she should do with all the pictures of students she'd drawn during her free time. Burn them, probably. Jesse was just fucking with her, but it didn't really seem to be in a way that suggested she should leave, "All these assumptions and you haven't even seen the shrine." Now he was trying to embarrass her, but Lis was protected with a layer of paint. Merlin, did she actually think they were flirting when her face looked like someone had vomited art onto it? She resisted the urge to start rubbing the paint off, even though it had suddenly gotten quite itchy. "Well," She segued rather obviously away from asses, "It reminds you of an ex - like they have the same tattoo and you can't stand looking at it anymore. But ink is so easy to remove, so you're actually just pining. But you don't really seem like a guy who pines. So maybe it's family, a sibling you had a falling out with. So you can't remove it, but you still don't want to look at it." She paused for breath, smiling in a manner that suggested this was something he had asked for, "That's with the assumption you don't want to look at it, opposed to you not wanting others to see it." Lis rolled down the sleeve of her sweater. "Wizard, I guess. I finished drawing it a little over a week ago, so the inflammation is finally gone. So it's about time to start over." Lisbeth wasn't good with long term commitments, but she was trying to be. Given that Jesse had seemed not to have taken anything she'd said seriously, it was surprising for Lis that demons was what struck him as the one time she wasn't being sarcastic. The Slytherin hadn't put any thought into whether or not demons existed, she'd had a pretty steep learning curve in regards to werewolves, vampires, centaurs, and unicorns. So now, if something new presented itself she just tried to roll with the blows. Demons? Why the hell not. Wasn't Ioanna death? "If Beelzebub suddenly rose from the lake I'd probably be a bit surprised," Lis admitted, "Anymore chance encounters this month and I'll have to ask him to be my boyfriend." |
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| Jesse Lee | Feb 9 2017, 04:51:09 PM Post #19 |
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Jesse noticed Lis' reluctance at his mentioning of his ass. It was kinda adorable to see a girl who got nervous over the things he said like that. Thinking back to it, Jesse realized that he had never been with a girl who was innocent. Everyone that he had dated or had found attractive was very definitely not innocent. "Awe the age old, matching tattoos." Jesse tilted his head back. "Come on Lis, you are a Slytherin, why would you hide a part of yourself from the world." It was odd, even to himself that he was encouraging her along this path. "So I seem like the kinda guy who wouldn't pine, but also would keep a sibling tattoo?" It was halfway true, two of his brother's had matching flowers, however, it rubbed him the wrong way that he was perceived that way. "That's a heck of work of art to just wipe away and start over." Jesse his impressed tone rather well, he didn't want Lis to think that she in fact impressed him. However, looking at the sleeve again, there was no doubt in his mind that had she not been from a different world then him, she probably would have become a tattoo artist...Perhaps an illegal one, but with talent like that...Jesse had to pull his eyes away from her arm. Jesse shook his head at Lis. "Now just think of what your parents would say if you brought him home." Jesse went right back to the joking tone, as if he hadn't just asked her a real question. "I can't imagine they'd be okay with that." Actually, he imagined it would go a lot like the time he had went over to one of his exes houses. |
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| Lisbeth Elliot | Feb 9 2017, 08:46:26 PM Post #20 |
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If you don't stand for something, you might fall for anything.
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Lis didn't need to think about why she would hide parts of herself from the world. She'd been hiding for a good year, maybe two. Not that she expected most Slytherins to have her specific problems. Frankly, what she had said wasn't what she assumed his tattoo to be at all. The Slytherin had a more solid guess, but she hadn't wanted to hit the nail too close to the head. After all, with Jesse, it had to be because he was keeping something secret. The symbol meant nothing to her, but that didn't mean it was without meaning. "So you are a piner." Lis gasped, deflecting with humour, "I should have known better. But you can't blame me for being wrong, I know two things about you. Three, I know your name. Oh, four - I know you're from England." "But don't worry, I don't expect a ring." Stop talking. "You like my art," Lis exclaimed, bumping his shoulder lightly with her own, teasing with her mock pep this time. She wasn't going to circle them back around to taking pictures and stalking, no sir. "The next one will be good too," She promised, "so if you're in the market for something more macho, or you want to get an exes name off your ass, just hit me up." Lis laughed a bit too hard, as she found herself needing to wipe tears away from her eyes. With tears, came some paint, "Ah, shit. My face is coming off." "My parents," The Slytherin attempted to explain, while wiping at her face - and trying to hide it from Jesse simultaneously, "are very used to disappointing SOs, but they've never had to worry about anyone crushing their house, so... " She shook her head, she was never going to look presentable again, "It's just nice to know that there's greater heights out there to, uhm... aspire to." Edited by Lisbeth Elliot, Feb 9 2017, 08:49:56 PM.
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