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Kana Denmire ([info]the_new_hotty) wrote in [info]genome_project,
@ 2012-12-05 21:33:00

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Entry tags:december 2012, elliot denmire, jj allen

Who: Elliot and J.J.
What: Helping Elliot gain some control
When: Thursday
Where: Tattoo parlor
Rating: medium to high



Elliot hadn't been managing all that well over the past few days. Things had been getting worse and worse. She was actually supposed to be at work, but she called in today. She just couldn't do it today. She almost set the store on fire yesterday, and today she could swear someone kept calling her name. A few times her phone had rung, but there was never anyone there. She had looked online and found a bunch of other things she was going to be going through also. Then there was the whole fact that, she had gone online and found symptoms. She now couldn't tell what might just be an imaginary symptom from reading things, and what might be real. Seeing as figuring out what was real had already become a problem, things just really weren't looking good.

She wished she was back in her room listening to her Avril Lavigne playlist, but it was the fact that she had nearly lost total control that caused her to think of J.J. The school had reluctantly assigned him as her mentor or something. He may have been a little odd, but honestly, that was what caused Elliot to like him. If he were some by the book guy, she would likely not tell him many of her problems, outside power control. She stopped outside the store to check her reflection. She regretted this immediately. She looked like shit. Usually she prided herself on her style, but, "It looks like you got dressed in your sleep." She stared blankly at the reflection. Had it just talked to her? She shook her head. No. Reflections can't speak. She fiddled with herself for a moment, doing what she could to not look like some kind of junkie. Even if she felt that's what she was. She then entered the shop.

Her stomach groaned a bit reminding her that she hadn't eaten. The metallic taste just wouldn't go away. Every time she tried to eat, she felt like vomiting. Why was she so screwed up? She looked around a little, trying to ignore the eyes on some of the artwork that just stared at her. It was all in her head. It was all in her screwed up head. She tried to act as casual as she could, but how was she to know how well it was working. She was still hearing a text message alert on her phone. She didn't even bother checking it this time, just assuming it was in her head. She waved to get J.J.'s attention. "Hey," she said, "Can I hang out for a bit?" She wasn't about to actually ask for help. She didn't do that too often. Plus, she didn't want it to seem like the only reason she was there was because she needed help.



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[info]istartthefire
2013-01-11 05:56 pm UTC (link)
Elliot's mom had graduated high school the year before JJ started, but it wasn't hard to know or remember who she was. She was closer in age to Josie and Jacen, and if he remembered correctly, a bit like Josie was in high school. Luckilly for Josie, things had worked out in her favor. Life hadn't exactly been as kind to Karina. He didn't know any specifics. It wasn't as if they were friends or something, but he was aware that she'd never really settled down, and Elliot made him feel like she wasn't a completely... Attentive mother.

"That's not really your job, kid. Mothers are supposed to worry about you, not the other way around. It can't really be that bad anyway?" It was a question, not a statement.

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[info]the_new_hotty
2013-01-11 06:10 pm UTC (link)
Elliot avoided eye contact. She made like it was due to her drawing, and she would keep talking. She just was hoping that she wouldn't give anything away. "I guess she's been trying to step up ever since Xavier left," she answered, "I guess she realized how much more of an adult he was." Her brother had even tried to take her after he got settled. That was the first time Elliot actually saw concern in her mother's eyes. When she and the police showed up to take Elliot back.

She had the feeling that she was only giving JJ more ground for her needing to go ahead and live on campus. She also knew that there were likely only two people in this world who could talk her into at least trying it. One was Xavier, the other was the man talking to her right now. Well... maybe a third.

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[info]istartthefire
2013-01-11 06:40 pm UTC (link)
"So? If she's stepping up, then she should want you to live somewhere that you could safely practice your abilities without fear of burning everything down, you know?" The waitress dropped by with their drinks and didn't flinch at the mention of powers. JJ's was a pretty mutant friendly neighborhood.

He may or may not have had something to do with it.

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[info]the_new_hotty
2013-01-11 06:54 pm UTC (link)
Elliot had definitely lost this little debate. She doubted her other reason would convince him otherwise. It would actually be more likely to convince him even more that it was a good idea to live at the school. She remained quiet for a moment as she wracked her brain for a rebut, but it was no use. With her help, JJ had her cornered. "I guess," she finally said, "Maybe I'll talk to her about it."

She took a sip of the sprite, attempting to ignore the metallic taste. If she focused hard, she found she could taste the soda a little. It still wasn't wonderful, and she still had to hold back the feeling in her throat. She did her best to hide it. "Is it difficult to draw tattoos?" she asked, hoping that she could change the subject.

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