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muppet_thighs (muppet_thighs) wrote in tensor,
@ 2011-02-22 12:24:00

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jono_starsmore, marie-ange_colbert

Marie-Ange, backdated to Feb 12, evening
Post Party Festivities.

Except for ducking in and out to go to class, where he tried to be as unnoticeable as possible, Jono had stayed in his room. For once his homework was immaculate (if not completely correct) and on time... since he had more time than anyone else to do it. The homeland was also sending him a small stipend for pocket money, another thing he'd never expected. Fifteen dollars a week, a mind blowing seven hundred and eighty dollars a year. Or... around six pounds. Still, it was amazing. Jono had turned one of his notebooks (history, he did it all on the computer) into an accounting book and automatically saved half of it, writing in red pen the money he had to spend. It came in on a plastic card.

He should've become Powered a long time ago.

He had considered it a spin of karma to get to America just in time for them to (over)celebrate Valentine's day, a day he couldn't stand when it was done up in the reserved British style. The abundance of pink and red and hearts and glitter and floofy things had been horrifying. Of all the colors, Jono really hated pink. It reminded him of girls giggling.

So he'd totally skipped the 'dance'. Which probably had very few actual dancers dancing. He'd stayed in his room, read ahead in his English text, and tried to wash the glitter out of his hair. It was heart shaped. The glitter. Americans.

The next day came and hopefully all the pink decorations with it, and Jono felt it was finally safe to venture out. There were people around the halls, but the loud laughing and shouting that accompanied breaks in routine had died down to tolerable levels. He had no reason to go out except for curiosity, to see who was about. That, and he could only spend so much time with his texts before he went mad.

As he poked himself out into the hallway, a cautious turtle out of his dorm room shell, someone promptly flew by him and shoved a horrid orange flower in his hands. It was... it was a rose, he thought, but... a sort of... calico kitten orange. What was it with Americans and their need to genetically engineer everything into odd colors? A flash of red caught his eye and before he could think he held out the rose and mindvoiced, *'Ere. 'Ave this.*

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deal_the_arcana
2011-03-03 01:23 pm UTC (link)

"De rien," Marie-Ange said as she started gathering the cards up and putting them back in their proper order. "Oui. I found this one many years ago. Tarot decks can only be given or found. If you buy them for yourself they do not work properly."

She shrugged. "I have not seen the need for another one yet. This one found me so it was a gift from God. Who would need anything else?"

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	muppet_thighs 2011-03-08 04:39 am UTC (link)
	"That might be 'ard if yeh wont one 'n no one knows," he said. "I've 'eard some people c'llect 'em 'cause some artists make 'em special." It was hard to argue one might need more in life than a gift from God, so Jono was quiet. Then he thought what to say and said, "That's lucky." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

deal_the_arcana
2011-03-08 04:57 am UTC (link)

"There are a few sets I have seen that would be pretty to own, but I have no need for more than one. If I were meant to have another, then someone would get it for me whether or not I asked," she said with a smile. The thought had never crossed her mind to get more cards and try her power out on them.

"I did not think so when first they came to me, mais oui, it was very lucky indeed."

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muppet_thighs
2011-03-08 06:40 am UTC (link)

If you weren't a collector but a real reader like Miss Colbert, Jono could see the logic in just having the one set. It made things easier, probably.

It felt quite nice to sit and be with Marie-Ange. She wasn't pushy or loud like some girls, and she was easy to talk to. And her accent was familiar, if not homey. Still, Jono couldn't think of anything else to say. This was probably the longest conversation he'd had with a girl in his entire life.

*Ehm. I oughtter go do me Spanish 'omework. Verb conjugatin' 'n all. Twas nice t' meet yeh, Marie-Ange.*

And he got up and nodded a little, and went back to his room.

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	deal_the_arcana 2011-03-08 02:06 pm UTC (link)
	Marie-Ange stood and nodded. "It was nice to meet you as well, Jono. Have a good day." Then she hurried off to the photo lab to develop her film. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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