jean-paul beaubier is much faster than you (northmost) wrote in mutanthaven, @ 2009-01-04 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | jean-paul beaubier, walter langkowski |
log: jean-paul and walter
summary! To make a long story short, Walter comes to see Jean-Paul about what his sister did last night and in the end, they tamper with a federal mailbox to get Walt's glasses back.
JEAN-PAUL: It went without saying that Jean-Paul's night had been rather shitty. Sure, it had started out all good a fine when he had went to work, but near the end of his shift it just went downhill. He had told Terry to leave his sister alone, but apparently that was impossible and he found himself trying to pull Aurora out of a fight. Things settled down a bit once Jeanne-Marie made an appearance, though the damage had already been done. Or something. He's having a bad week here, folks. So the next day, he made sure his sister was all right before sneaking up to his own room to take a shower. After taking one that was long enough to have the hot water run out, Jean-Paul got dressed and then just flopped down on his bed, not caring if his wet hair made his sheets wet. Ahhh. Silence. WALTER: Walter was completely confused. In his eyes, Aurora is perfect. He has a crush on the girl, therefore he's blind to all her crazy ways. She's just a little... overzealous. What Walter was confused about was how she acted after the fight. Either way, he skee-daddled it out of there while the dust was still settling. He should probably leave Aurora alone for now. What about poor Jean-Paul? He got dragged into this and had nothing to do with it! That's enough for Walter to feel bad for him. He finds himself outside of JP's door, knocking and calling, "It's me, Walter!" JEAN-PAUL: His sister was perfect! Well. She was perfect other than the fact she was completely nuts, but other than that it was all gravy, baby. Within seconds after Walter knocked, the door to the room opened and Jean-Paul looked out at him, blinking a few times before stepping back so his friend could enter. "Hello." He suspects why Walter was here. WALTER: Oh dear, did he interrupt something? "Are you all right?" Everyone's worried about Aurora, but Jean-Paul is the one who had to leave work. Though, it's not like he didn't want to ask about her. Just now is not a good time, might look suspicious! JEAN-PAUL: He was only interrupting Jean-Paul being lazy, so no big deal. He opened his mouth to assure Walter that he was fine, but closed it a second later. Hmm. "I have been better." He's being honest here. Imagine that. WALTER: Walter nods vaguely. "Probably. You know, you're a good man to come to your sister's aid like that. Aurora is lucky." Walter can respect a protective nature like that. JEAN-PAUL: Closing the door behind them, he zipped over to the bed and flopped down once again, though he did turn his attention toward Walter. "She probably would have killed Terry if I hadn't." No really. One swift punch to the head and the Irish girl could have been a goner. WALTER: Walter takes a seat on the floor, completely comfortable there as he would be anywhere else. Pulls his knees up to his chest. He still looks awkward and bulky like that, a little out of place. "Oh, I don't know about that..." Aurora would never! ... Would she? JEAN-PAUL: Walter being awkward makes Jean-Paul feel less awkward. Yes, that made sense in his head. "Not on purpose. Just by accident," he replied quietly. He just worried how Aurora went off so quickly over being called a whore. WALTER: "Our powers are strange things. Yeah." He's agreeing. It's totally possible. Super speed gives you crazy strength. Motion built up like that. "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction..." Like brain exploding. "Girls, right?" Crazy things! JEAN-PAUL: The fact that the Beaubier's could focus their speed on one body part, like an arm, was just something bad waiting to happen. At least they couldn't blow things up too? "Girls are completely nuts." This was why he didn't date them! Not really. WALTER: "This would have happened eventually. If it wasn't your sister and Terry, it would have been ... I don't know. Coupla of the other girls. Or, or, you know. The guys." Got to be equal, Walter. JEAN-PAUL: Oh, Walter. You are so politically correct and stuff. "Guys would just beat each other up and then be friends. Girls drag shit out." Girls are trouble, WALT! WALTER: "Oh wait. Didn't a couple of the boys get in a fight?" That Jared, what a rapscallion. "Jared and that jerk and Wade." That Jerk. Julian, right? What a jerk name. JEAN-PAUL: "I wish Warren would have kicked them out." Well, just Julian. The two of them used to be cool, but apparently Julian didn't like the fact Jean-Paul wanted to kill him for what he did to Jeanne-Marie. Oh well! WALTER: "Is your sister dating Julian?" Try not to act too interested. Play it cool. Walter looks down and picks at his shoelace. JEAN-PAUL: Smooth. "I..." Huh. Jean-Paul actually had to stop and think about this for a moment. "No. I don't think she is dating Julian." The Beaubiers apparently just liked to sleep around, some more than others. WALTER: Walter nods. Somewhat pleased with this. Kinda. He even lets it swirl around in his brain a bit. "Is she--" No. Just... No. Nevermind. "I'm hungry. Do you want to come with me to get a burger?" JEAN-PAUL: He almost asks 'Is she what?', but changes his mind because in the back of his brain, Jean-Paul knows what Walter might ask and he doesn't want to hear it. "Sure," he answered as he sat up and looked at Walt. "I could eat burger." WALTER: "I could eat two." Oh god oh god distract JP from that question. "Maybe even three," Walter's actually considering this. He stands up, "Let's go?" JUST GO WITH IT, BABY. JEAN-PAUL: He wasn't going to ask. Jean-Paul preferred his delusions! Or something. "I'm going to get fries and a milkshake too." Everyone in the restaurant could be amazed at how much they ate. Then he crawled off the bed and started to put on his shoes. "Let's go." WALTER: The boys ate their weight in cowmeat. Walter even got a little crazy, got himself a milkshake. It was delicious and he thanks Jean-Paul for it. Now they're all done eating. Walter's sitting on the curb outside the diner. He throws a pebble. It skips and skips until it hits a big blue mailbox. "Do you think you could fit inside one of those?" JEAN-PAUL: He ate two bacon cheeseburgers. With mayo and pickles. Plus fries. And a milkshake. Hopefully, his body would be able to deal with the sudden increase of junk food today. "Probably." If there was no mail. "If I... squished." WALTER: Walter was impressed, to say the least! "What if I helped squish you?" He thinks JP needs some fun. This... this might be fun. JEAN-PAUL: "I'm not squishing into a mailbox." That's illegal! Plus, he wouldn't fit in the opening. WALTER: "We're not even American." To Walter, it made sense. JEAN-PAUL: "They could still arrest us." Jean-Paul did not want to be arrested. "I do not want to be some ganster's bitch." LOOOOOOOOL. WALTER: In a moment of honesty or a moment of teasing, Walter grins, "I wouldn't want that for you, either. You're quite possibly my only friend." Not counting the tiny girls who he wants to protect. He wants to protect Jean-Paul, also. JEAN-PAUL: Pause. "Same to you." You're his only friend that he isn't sleeping with or related to! That meant a lot since Jean-Paul took it as Walter actually wanted to hang out with him because he was... a decent human being? WALTER: Jean-Paul is Walter's only Guy Friend. Guy Friends are important to the development of a teenage boy. Or something like that, Walter isn't sure. "So, when the cops come, you stay hidden in the mail box and I'll take the fall for you." Walter wishes he could tell Jean-Paul that he's hanging around him because he likes him. But then that means he'd have to say something like 'not because I like your sister.' Better to just leave it be. JEAN-PAUL: Friends are important in general! It's a good lesson, kids. "I'd speak up." That way when they were carted off to jail, they could protect each other from the scary inmates. "I can't let you face the gangsters alone." Awww. Er. WALTER: "We'd sell the movie rights to the CBC." And then they'd be famous and beloved. After that, coming out of the mutant closet will be easy! Walter throws another pebble at the mail box. "You don't even want to try and see if you'll fit?" JEAN-PAUL: They would be rich as well! So rich that they could actually afford to go to college to get degrees and make money. Plus maybe Jean-Paul could come out of the other closet while he was at it. GOOD PLAN. "I don't know. Maybe some other time." WALTER: Walter shrugs. "I'll do it." If it will make you smile. JEAN-PAUL: "I think you are just a bit too big to do that." He may have smiled. Did you see it, Walt? WALTER: The big ol' Canadian stands up. Straight and tall, nearly proud! "Lemme see." Walter walks over to the mail box and opens it. Creeeeeek. He pushes his glasses up. "Give me a boost?" YEAH RIGHT. JEAN-PAUL: "You're not going to fit," he answered as he stood up anyway. Uh. Hmm. Jean-Paul wasn't exactly sure where he should, uh, help boost Walter. So he just blindly reached out and gave his friend a shove upwards. WALTER: "Oof!" Walter's glasses flew off his face and into the mail box. "Crap. Crap." JEAN-PAUL: Totally not looking where he was grabbing here. "What?" This looked awkward. WALTER: Oh pah, football players smack each other on the rear all the time. "My glasses." Walter's face felt weird without them. When they landed, it sounded soft and pretty. Like his glasses fell onto some leaves. BUT NO. THEY ARE IN A MAIL BOX. D'oh. The things he does for friends. JEAN-PAUL: He wished swimmers did that. Er. >_> Letting go of his friend, Jean-Paul circle around the mailbox and looked aimlessly around for Walt's glasses. "I don't see your glasses." Curious. WALTER: Walter feels AWFUL. Jean-Paul wanted nothing to do with his damn postbox! "They fell inside." He looks like a big, scolded, stupid, puppy. JEAN-PAUL: "That is not good." Not at all! Hmmm. HMMMM. "We need to retrieve your glasses." After stating that obvious fact, Jean-Paul walked to the front of the mailbox, shooing Walter away if needed, and placed both his hands on the handle at the top. "Is anyone looking." He had a plan. WALTER: Not only did this feel like a heist movie (The Italian Job or is it more like Ocean's Eleven? If it's the latter, he hopes he can be Brad Pitt and JP can be Clooney) but he was happy JP was helping. Jean-Paul is about to do something he didn't want to do for Walter's glasses. He's damn touched. Walter is shooed and he puts his back to Jean-Paul. "No one's lookin'." JEAN-PAUL: He said nothing as his grip on the handled tightened. Then Jean-Paul took a deep breath and with all the concentration he could muster, he threw his speed into his arms in a pulling motion. Crunching metal was all he could hear as the opening to the mailbox bent under the force from his arms. Without really thinking, he gave the handle another speedy tug and this time the metal flap finally flew off it's hinges, out of Jean-Paul's hands and collided with a car door, denting it. "I think we should get your glasses and go." Oww. His arms. WALTER: Walter quickly sorted through the mail and grabbed his glasses. They were a little scuffed. Speaking quickly as he did so, "Thank you thank you thank you okay let's go." JEAN-PAUL: "Oui. Let's go." He then grabbed Walter by the wrist and started to run, though not as fast as he could, away from the mailbox. Jean-Paul may have laughed too because it was a bit funny. Kinda. |