Jonothan Starswick (not_a_mutant) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-03-22 08:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | jonothan, ruby |
Sunday 10/7/07
Who: Jonothan, Ruby
When: Mid-day
Where: Common lounge >> cafe >> "the lab"
What: Jono meets his first female student who also happens to be a banshee. Sweet!
Within two weeks Jonothan had done more moving of boxes than he ever had in his entire life. Fortunately, he was intelligent enough to pack his things separately. More than half of the boxes of his at the house were meant to be in his bedroom, the rest was stuff he had put in dorm-friendly containers and brought to school. This place. . .It was all a little much. Two days had passed and the brunette hadn't set foot out of his room other than to see the registrar for his classes and school ID or use the bathroom. Now it was Sunday and he had nothing to do until he was able to attend lessons on Monday.
He was excited, really, this just all felt very strange. All of his life he had been one of those kids who asked himself "if I could be a X-Man, what would my power be?"
Never, not once, had he thought it would be cool to be like Banshee. Sonic screams were the way of the past. Once you did your big move, you didn't have another one. People came to battle prepared after that. Though, Jono highly doubted anyone would be striking up a war with the supernatural beings he was now attending school with. But what was he supposed to do with himself? He had intended to go to college, get an art degree, work for some comic company or maybe do the art designs for an online game. World of Warcraft seemed to be pretty popular and they just got over the release of the Burning Crusade earlier in the year.
Ah well. . .Jono sighed as he lay back on a couch in the common rooms. A sports magazine was draped over his head, though he was clearly awake by the way he was tapping his foot to the beat of whatever song was playing on his iPod. Turning his head toward the wall and away from the back of the couch, the magazine slipped off and fell to the floor. Making no motion to get it, he stared out the window tiredly. What was a guy to do on these kinds of days? Please, though the avid comic reader, don't let today be another boring Sunday.
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Boring? Hardly. One of his earphones was popped out of his ear. A fairly tall, fire-red haired girl stood in front of him, a hard expression on her face who had clearly wanted to get his attention.
"People don't like litterers," said Ruby in her thick Irish brogue. She had spotted the melancholic guy from about a mile away. Being of the Celtic kind, this particular banshee had her empath head on all the time and she picked up the fallen magazine and shoved it at him. Just cause she was an empath didn't mean she had to be sympathetic. "People also don't like mopers, despite everyone here thinkin' their life is doomed. Perk up!"
Okay so now that she was close to him she realized he was quite a cute kid, but wasn't letting that fog her senses. He was being melodramatic and she couldn't stand melodramatic people. Her reason for helping him had been purely selfish in the way that she couldn't stand feeling him mope anymore. Her job done however she gave him a small smile, quite surprisingly, and then began to walk away.
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Swinging his eyes around to let his gaze fall on his guest, Jono blinked once. Then he blinked again immediately afterward, his lazy hand coming out and taking the magazine from her. He wasn't littering! He was just--moping. Lord, she was psychic. Just what he needed now. Making a face of shock, he closed the sports magazine and lay it aside before pushing himself up. Alright, he could get his ass in gear. He knew what it was like to feel other people's pain. Though his empathy wasn't very strong, when someone was feeling a strong emotion he could feel it, too.
"I don't think my life is doomed," called the brunette after the redhead. She had a distinct look about her that he couldn't place. Smooth pale skin, that flame hair that made her look all the paler, her eyes. Something about her face looked small and made her seem rather delicate. Hmm. . .who was this, then? Strange girl as she was, waking him up from his lack of reality.
"You're just gonna go?" asked Jonothan as he watched her stroll off. Taken aback, he grabbed his magazine and rolled it up while standing, jogging after her. He was just two inches under six feet in height, leaving him rather tall. It worked for him, not being too tall and not really being too short. The magazine he had rolled up was shoved into the large, back rear pocket of his jeans, leaving his hands free to move around as he talked. Jono, much to his dismay, did that now and then. Made large, grand motions with his hands. It was because he did'nt know how to say what he wanted to.
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As soon as she knew the guy was following behind, Ruby had a smirk on her face and carried on walking. Oh she loved this bit. It didn't happen often but when she managed to get a cute guy's attention - for he was quite cute, if not the tall, brooding, handsome man she had ideally wanted around campus - Ruby liked to revel in it. Which was what she was about to do.
"Why? You want me to babysit you?" she asked, turning round slightly with an arched eyebrow. "I know you're new and all, but the woe is me act will get old eventually, I can tell you that. You don't need a babysitter you need a bloody shag."
Quite forthright and direct if nothing else, Ruby chuckled and continued to make her way around the corridors. Let him follow if he wanted. She was quite enjoying the attention.
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He paused in his step, shocked that anyone had talked to him like that. It wasn't that he felt like he was too good for it, Lord no, a good kick in the pants was necessary from time to time. He just hadn't expected it from this young lady. Throwing up his hands, Jonothan picked up his pace and kept after Miss Ruby. Brows furrowed, he looked into her eyes when she glanced back, then just looked at her hair as she turned away.
She had nice hair.
"Hey! Hey, hey! Hey now. I don't know what's up with you, Pepper Potts, but you can't got around saying those kind of things!" As if to demonstrate the fact that he did a lot of motioning with his hands, he threw the right one up in a 'what the hell is wrong with you' manner. "I mean, yeah, you're right. It's not gonna help me, but ah, you don't go offering that kinda thing either. I mean, if you were serious-"
Jonothan stopped himself before she kicked his ass.
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Pepper Potts? What the hell was that? Did that make him Iron Man? Ha not likely, he looked nothing like him. And hey hey hey, "What are you, a Monkee?" she snapped, before he was allowed to continue. Why was he unable to let this go? Just keep sitting there in his pit of misery wiling away the hours in his own company.
But then he decided to go there which made her stop and whiz around, arms folded and making her hair bounce. Okay so on second look he really was quite cute but there was something else about this annoying little leprechaun.
"No, Brains, I wasn't serious. Thanks for the mime show though," she said, indicating his hand movements. "If I ever need to communicate with a deaf person I'll know who to call."
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Oh, a fire cracker. Jono let the look on his face fall so he was just standing there, talking innocently with her. He could do that, too. Crossing his arms loosely, somewhat defensively because she had insulted him, he shifted on his feet. For a moment his warm brown eyes blinked, otherwise staring at her. Then they turned away when he figured he was being rude and he sighed.
"Sorry," he said softly. Jonothan wasn't upset, nor was he moping, he was merely apologizing for being one annoying S.O.B. When he looked back at Ruby, he gave a smirked smile and uncrossed his arms, hands slipping up to the middle of his fingers into his back pockets. "I was kidding, you know, about that." With a wag of his head toward the way the had come, his implications were clear. "Ah, sorry." Again, a smile, this time with less of a smirk.
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As he relaxed so did Ruby, but she didn't unfold her arms. Looking him up and down her own lips formed into a smirk and she had to stop herself from laughing. Aw. Wasn't he cute? Like a little lost boy. Perhaps she could call him Pan instead. Or something like Toodles...
Reminding herself she was supposed to be mad Ruby flicked back her hair, tilting her head to one side. "I accept your apology. Shame you were kididng though." A grin formed on her face now, then she quickly made it vanish in a quick cough, back to her devil-esque smirk. Now what did they say? She didn't even know his name to start a conversation.
"Ruby." She told him, holding out a hand. "Not Pepper."
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Had she thought of calling him Pan or Toodles, he'd have walked the hell away. But she forgave him and he gave a soft smile. Really, she was the first student he had spoken to for more than a handful of seconds. There was a spark, a friendship, that he realized and wanted to act upon. Jono only looked dumb, and his grades reflected misunderstanding. However, he was street smart and had a lot of common sense, which, in these times, was a pretty good thing to have.
"Mmm, shouldn't do that," teased Jonothan as she grinned and toyed with him. Alright, play that game. He would not give in. Quickly. He'd give in, just not right now. Maybe tomorrow. Or the day after.
"Jonothan, call me Jono." Taking her hand, he shook it firmly but comfortably. "It's not Brains, sorry. I don't got any."
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Ruby would play that game, though if he'd made out he was holding off from giving in she would have tried a little harder now.
However she did not know he was holding off, and so she laughed when he made the little joke. "I doubt that's true. You were intelligent enough to know to follow my lovely figure out of that room of boredom. There is hope for you yet." With a grin and her hands on her hips, she paused a moment before thinking of another question.
"What are you in for?"
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Laughing with her, he gave a shrug and let his hands fall to his front pockets where they hung on by his thumbs. She did not have to try harder, he was a young man with little stamina. If she really wanted him to cave, all she had to do was say the word. That ruined the fun, but it kept certain people sane. And out of embarrassment.
"Well," replied Jono with a small shrug and tilt of his head. "I don't really know. My 'rents just kind of sprung this all on me when I was looking for college. I guess this is it?" He didn't sound all that amused, considering he wanted to go to college for real and get his degree. Well, he supposed he would just have to keep on drawing here and wait. Jonothan would get there eventually.
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Ruby allowed herself to bite her lip a little as she stifled a smile. So he was disappointed about not getting a proper college education - a lot of people were like that. If they wanted a big job many employers would ask where the hell this facility was, not know its reputation and write it off as nothing. She understood.
"It's a nice place. Really. You'll get to like it." She offered him her best smile now, one of warmth and genuine feeling. "Not a lot goes on in the way of activities but the gossip here? Woah. It's filled with it. Catfights, late night sneakings... it's all go. But that wasn't really what I meant, I meant like - what's your thing? Presuming you have a thing..."
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"Oh! Ha," Jono chuckled at his goof and grinned, white teeth flashing at Ruby. "Sorry, it's weird having this conversation after reading them for about nine years." He hung his head before picking it up and sighing. How weird was it to tell someone? This wasn't quite the feeling he had expected, for he felt a little excited and nervous, lost. There was a moment in which he glanced around, mulling over how he wanted to say it before waving a hand lightly.
"I'm a. . .banshee." Voice having dropped considerably, like he didn't want anyone else to hear other than her, he shrugged. He was shy! That wasn't an expression you'd see often on Jonothan's face. Generally, he was rather out going and quite the entertainer. Being here, however, was new element and ground he didn't understand. It confused him and made him feel all sorts of things he never thought he'd experience.
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Ruby half expected Jono to say something like he was an incubus, or something embarrassing like a penis wizard - then he said the one thing she was least expecting him to say. This had to be a joke. He was messing with her, getting her back. Her smile turned to a frown though she gave a low laugh devoid of mirth.
"Oh yeah, very funny. Right. A banshee, what a coincidence. What are you really, a psychic? Mind reader? Getting in my head so you know what I am?"
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That didn't sound good. That didn't sound good at all.
Jonothan looked at her curiously and then around the room in comical hope that she was talking to someone else. She wasn't, damn. He brought his eyes to hers and he shook his head, honesty ringing in his gaze. "I. . ." How did he explain this? And what did she mean by coincidence?
Then it clicked.
Shock took over Jono's face as he looked at Ruby for a long time in silence. "Ah. . .It's my dad's fault." It was the only explanation he could offer as he had no idea how to use said banshee gifts. He never had in the past unless it was on accident, and even then that was a rare thing. An anomale. Jono rarely angry enough to shout.
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"What's your Da's fault? Using a girl's gift to get to know her better?"
Ruby frowned. She didn't know what his deal was but it was becoming rather unfunny. "I'm a banshee, right? The only banshee in the school - so you figure 'oh hey an easy lay if I tell her I'm the same'. Next thing you know you'll be saying you're Irish and we're soul mates for the rest of our life."
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Sighing, Jonothan shook his head and held up his hands. "No, no! Pepper, it's not like that! My dad, he's the banshee in the family. They just told me, like, a month ago. Looking back, it kind of makes sense, but that's not the point!" He took a deep breath, for he had been talking quickly and somewhat loudly. Speaking in a loud tone did not make things factual, but there was nothing about this boy that said he was lying.
"Honest, truth. I wouldn't lie to you, I just met you. I have no damn reason to lie!"
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Ruby blinked. He was getting so het up about it that it was almost amusing. After a deep breath she surveyed him closely. He wasn't lying or she would be able to tell and his reasons were not shady - he really didn't have any reason to lie and on second thoughts he didn't look like he had an Irish bone in his body so...
"Well." Her tone was less clipped and she took a breath. "I suppose I can be the only Irish catch in the school.... another banshee though that's... weird. A month without company now I have a cute kid who's my own species..." She realised she had messed up then and then snapped her mouth shut.
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Ah ha! Jonothan pointed a finger at her momentarily before putting his hand down. He only looked at his companion, a thin smile upon his lips. "Do you have to be Irish?" he asked curiously. Well, at least someone who knew something. His father had refused to answer any of his questions, which really had him going crazy on the long car ride from California to Massachusetts. That mostly lead Jono to believe his father knew nothing, or so little it was embarrassing. Either way, it didn't matter. You didn't have to know about your race to get by, especially if you weren't going to go around hurting anyone. His father was so calm it hardly seemed like he could have been a banshee.
But then Banshee in the comics was a pretty chill guy, too.
"Hey, Miss Potts, you wanna get a coffee? I could use some caffiene right about now."
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Ruby shrugged. "Usually it's Irish genes - celtic genes at least. It's rare there's an American banshee... you probably have a stray gene. I'm still pure Irish though, through and through. So don't forget it, toyboy."
The offer of coffee was unexpected. She was trying to put on a bravado now she'd openly admitted he was cute. She was also trying not to imagine what it might be like to have a kiss with a banshee, never having met one of her own species out side of her family.
"Coffee sounds nice..." she nodded, feeling a little shy for having thought about him in such a way. She needed to get her fire back.
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Nodding, the younger of the two, by a year just about, thought if his father had ever mentioned being Irish. His parents didn't really talk about where they were from, but they did spend every Christmas with one side of the family or the other. Never had he got the impression that his father's side was Irish, though they did like drinking. Drinking they could do. That didn't seem like a good reason to think they were Irish, however, that was just stereotyping.
"You're explaining the toyboy reference on the way to the cafe," stated Jono after taking a step in the right direction. His hand reached into his left back pocket and pulled out a wallet to check for his school ID. Ugly photo, check.
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Ruby giggled, stepping with her hands behind her back and grinning to herself. Another 'shee! How great was that? Well it was great to her and she walked with an extra sort of bounce.
"Explain the toyboy reference? It's nothing bad. Just means a term when older women, which I assume I am to you, get a nice young lad like yourself in their personal company... you are a toyboy. A smart-alecky one, but a nice one." She poked him in the side before feigning innocence, almost beginning to lead the way as she had a feeling he'd try to get her back for that.
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Opening his mouth, Jonothan looked back at Ruby in shock. "I am not your, or anyone's, boytoy. Mmm,hn, no. Not gonna happen." Taking his hand, he cut it in a diagonal through the air to make his point. Not a boytoy or a toyboy, whatever. Same thing. He was not either!
Then she poked him.
"Yeah, mature! Who's the older one now!" Turning round, he gave a 'glare' before marching off to the cafe. He'd get her back later, when she wasn't expecting it. Doing so now would ruin the fun. So, once they reached the cafeteria, he pulled out his card while standing in front of the coffee machines. "What'd'you want?" Jono didn't think he needed to say he would buy her drink, as it was more or less implied by the way he waited for her, card out and ready to swipe.
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"They don't do cocktails do they?"
Ruby had chosen to ignore his insistance he was not a toyboy. Let him think whatever he wanted. Time would soon reveal that he was exactly that and he'd realise that Ruby was, in fact, the older woman of their newfound friendship. Good job she could keep her own emotions in check - if he was sensitive to her he would be able to feel her curiosity from a mile away.
"I'll have a normal Americano whatever..." she wrinkled her nose a little then changed her mind. "A mocha."
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A year older did not a mistress make. A year younger did not a boytoy make. Jonothan would think what he liked and she could say nothing against him. "I doubt it," he replied with a smirk while picking up a cup to make her the drink. Easy.
Fortunately for Ruby, his empathy was horrible and it was his least powerful 'gift.' Only very strong emotions could catch him, or the person had to be closer than even Ruby was. Jonothan liked people, but he didn't want to feel their emotions. As is he had to hear their conversations. Across the cafe he could hear two girls gabbing about some television show that had been on last night. Great. He rolled his eyes while putting a lid on Ruby's drink, setting it on the counter in front of her while making his own coffee.
"How long have you been here?" asked Jono when he was through, holding out his card to a woman to swipe for the drinks. Once she had and the card was back in his pocket, he made for a seat unless she motioned for them to go elsewhere. Anywhere was fine.
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Mistress... Ruby would make a good mistress. Luckily for Jono he would probably realise that in time, get to see it first hand...
"About.... a month. Just over. I got a nice roommate, some cool classes. No friends, though, think I've played the Irish and lonely card too much." She sat at an empty table, looking a bit like Jono had when she'd first thrust the magazine at him. "Don't do well in talking to others, seem to get a motormouth on me. And there are no fit boys! Just crude ones. Girls, on the other hand, you might be lucky. There are few I wouldn't kick out of bed if I were so inclined..."
Her motormouth was going well into effect and she hardly had time to sip her drink.
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Out of kindness he pretended to understand what she had said. Between Ruby's accent and the speed at which she spoke, he got about half of that. With time he would learn to understand her and catch up, but for now he was on his own. Acting on the few things he had caught, he nodded his head in understanding.
"Consider yourself friended," said Jono with a smile over the rim of his coffee cup. Taking a sip, he let the hot liquid fall down his throat as he swallowed. Mommy's little boy was growing up. You could practically see the path the drink took with the way he was sitting, chin tilted up slightly. There was nothing to block the view.
"Tell me what classes your taking? I think I got bad ones 'cause I came in late."
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Ruby laughed. "Thanks. I like being friended." And it was true. Though he might not have understood her she appreciated him trying to. Perhaps a mental note to consider things before she said them and to speak in measured tones would not go amiss but that would come later.
"You don't get bad ones, you can choose them. I'm doin English, swimming, dance, art, music, energies and emotions... seing as I have a lot of energy and can feel a lot of emotion. Like happiness, loss, lust... all sorts. Be glad your empathy aint strong." Though perhaps paired with another banshee it might be heightened. That was something to test in the future, and she smirked at the thought.
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"You're welcome," teased Jono after another sip of his coffee. The drink was mostly black, he having put one cream in it. Definitely not good for his health, but he couldn't stand those light, frilly drinks. They were just so watered down and tasteless that he didn't want to drink it, even if it was the last drink around.
You were pretty shit out of luck if coffee was the last drink.
"I know that," said the newbie banshee with a shake of his head. "I picked my classes, but most of them were filled. I don't need any core classes, though. We haggled to get me a spot in art. It's intermediate though, which pisses me off." There was a darkness in his eye before he shrugged and carried on, turning light once more. Jonothan quickly recovered from 'bad' emotions.
"I'm in intermediate art, myths and legends, supernatural history, and baseball. I got nothing on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday." He shook his head, looking mighty peeved as he thought about how boring a week that would be. At least he had plenty of time to do homework?
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"Aw you poor baby," she said, pouting and genuinely feeling for him. "I'm in advanced... pity you're not in music though. They're not that busy in those classes why don't you join? You can bang a drum or something. Play the triangle, anything of the sort. Blow on a recorder - pardon my French - just as an excuse."
It sucked he wasn't in advanced art. Really sucked. Now she couldn't use her masterplan of throwing paint at someone and starting an art-fight. Drawing Picasso on each other, generally larking around and making comical portraits. Perhaps that was a hobby she should start outside of class.
"I'm sure we can get you into some extra-curricular activties. Start a banshee club..."
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Jonothan could pout, too! He did as Ruby, pushing out his bottom lip and looking generally sad. He wasn't really that bad off once he got used to it. Maybe his teacher would see his exceptional skill and bump him up, or just give him harder things to work on. Art was art. Jono tried to think positively about it. Take the project and turn it around. He was creative enough to do that.
"I don't think we need a club if there's just two of us," he said. "I'll figure something out. I draw a lot in my spare time, if I can't get outside and swing it. Have you played baseball? Eh, softball?" Softball was the girly way of playing a big boy sport.
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"I play rounders. We don't have baseball in Ireland, or the UK."
It was put very matter-of-factly, giving him a Look with a flash of her green eyes. She did not conform to American sport, American shows, anything to do with the yankee fashion. She was an Irish gal through and through, and tennis was tennis, football was where you kicked a ball with your foot, and Rugby was American Football without the nancy padding and stopping every two seconds.
If he'd mentioned having his teacher "bump him up" she would have definitely had something to say about that. "You know the art teach is a succubus so you know..."
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Not wanting her to get overly defensive, Jonothan held up his hands in innocence. Guilty as charged, he supposed, for thinking foreigners could enjoy something American. Some could, it just seemed as though Ruby did not. Alright. At least he played 'football' so he was alright on those terms. Soccer was soccer where ever you went. It just had a different name. Kind of like other countries had different electrical outlets. You still got electricity from it.
"A what? Oh! Whoa, lady. Whoa. I'm okay in intermediate art! I don't need my life sucked. Thanks, but pass." Jono did not understand the full affect of being a succubus or incubus--he only knew he did not want to be life-sucked. That was the important part.
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Ruby snorted. This guy was clueless and it occurred to her that she could have rather a lot of fun here.
"She doesn't suck the life out of you! She has sex with you and takes your sexual energy for food. And if you're really a nice meal, she eats your dick afterwards... I swear. It's true. And you can't grow it back unless you're mister many-limbs."
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She was fucking with him and he knew it. Jonothan wasn't blind! And he was not that naive. Slapping his hand on the table, he glared at her in a teasing way, though there was an underlying seriousness to his visage.
"We don't talk about those kinds of things at the dinner table, Miss Potts." His voice had dropped low, he leaning forward over his drink to speak directly to Ruby. There weren't many other people in the cafe, but enough that he did not feel like speaking loudly. In fact, this was a moment in which he thought the quiet tone was best.
"Now, if you want to have this discussion, we can go back to my room and do so there. Otherwise, this conversation is closed."
He couldn't help but smile afterward.
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Ruby laughed. Damn he'd found her out. Though she was glad he had, for when he slapped his hand on the desk and addressed her in a deep tone she kind of shivered. She liked it. The small, wicked grin with spread over her face was evidence of this.
"Oh no?" she said, when he told her that they would not talk about this at the table. She squirmed a little in her seat, chuckling slightly. "Shame..."
But then the said the "R" word and mentioned "back to" and her interest was piqued. Leaning forward though not so much as to allow her breasts to fall out of her top, she locked eyes with him. "Seeing as you're not up on the rules, I'll take your little suggestion as mere ignorance rather than boldness. See, us females aren't allowed in boys' dorms... yet with you I could attempt to sneak in." She leant back, spreading her arms wide. "Bring it on, Brains..."
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Shiver, lady. He wasn't trying to do it on purpose, which may have made it all the more fun. Who knew? Jonothan smiled and bowed his head while drinking his coffee. Ah, caffeine, the savior of races. Jono wasn't a big fan of coffee, but he drank it when he felt it was required. After lounging around all weekend, he felt tired and needed a pick-me-up. Though talking to Ruby had lightened his spirits considerably.
Brown eyes couldn't help the little glance at her breasts--her fault for being provocative--before finding her face. Again, Jono leaned forward to meet her gaze completely. "Who said I didn't know the rules?" he asked quietly with a grin. As she leaned back, he did, too. And then he got up, bringing his coffee with him and holding it up as if to say 'cheers.'
"You gotta find me a better name than that. Until then, ciao." Perhaps it was her turn to follow. Jono didn't glance back, only listened for her footsteps. It was probably a little bit unfair that he could hear even her heartbeat if he honed in on it. Most of the time Jonothan just found his hearing strange and passed it off as nothing, pretending he didn't have it. Selective listening was amazing!
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Ruby laughed. What else could she do? He was being a bit of a twat now and seen his roaming eyes. Typical bloke. When he raised his coffee mug as if he was James Bond and exited in such a seedy manner, Ruby continued to laugh then shook her head. This wasn't over. Though he probably wanted her to follow, and in essence she was probably giving him what he wanted, she smirked and sidled along behind him catching him up.
"You know with a walk like that they should give you heels and name you Priscilla," she told him, smirking at his side. "Queen of the Desert. Or just plain Queen..."
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"You think?" asked Jono jokingly with a half-serious look on his face. He really was a goofball. "I don't think I'd look good in heels. Maybe if they were red. . ." Running a hand over his jaw as if he were thinking, the young man shook his head and sipped his near-black coffee. "Yeah, no. I don't think heels are my look. Some guys can pull it off, I'm not one of them."
Smiling, he slowed his walk to just be a normal pace, looking over at Ruby and her red hair. It was very nice hair, he had to admit. It reminded him a lot like Jean Gray, or more specifically, Dar Phoenix. That woman was a beautiful lady with long curling, waving hair like Ruby's. At least in her 80s/90s look. The modern versions were not nearly as entertaining.
"So now what?" he asked lightly. "What do people do here? Same thing at regular schools?" Truth be told, Jonothan felt a little stupid for asking what to do now, but he really had no idea. Should he just go back to his room and read comics or draw like usual? Supernatural people were no different than normal people when it came to hobbies and such, right? "I guess I could go draw. I got a new pack of charcoal and I am burning to use it."
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At his question Ruby had to frown in thought. "If you want to know what people do around here you're better off asking someone else. I'm not exactly social. I just sit in my room and play music or go outside under the trees. It's nice out there. I heard there was a spring people like to go to... dunno if that's your scene, though."
She felt a little stupid. Folding her arms she became rather quiet because of her reclusive appearance - she didn't want him to think she was a social weirdo.
"I'm sure you can find some interesting people to hang around with."
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Aw, Jono hadn't meant to make her upset. He frowned back as he put his empty hand in his pocket. "I'll probably just do the same things I used to do," he said to make up for it. Shrugging, he tilted his head in thought. This was no big deal. "Draw. Do some sketches or something. Get outside and play some ball." A spring didn't sound all that entertaining, so he decided to not make any comment rather than ruin their nice time by offending her.
"I'll hang out with you," he said after that. "I think Ms Potts needs something to do aside work in the office." Smiling, he lifted his coffee to his mouth, hoping he had made up for his flub.
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"You'll hang out with me?" said Ruby rather suspiciously. "Me - a boring reader who doesn't do anything, has no social life and no way of making herself busy on campus. I can't even draw. All I can do is pick up people's stupid emotions and scream really loud. That is not a past-time. That is... sucky. And stupid. So unless you also have the super ability to fly us out of here I suppose I shall continue to be stupidly sucky and generally lonesome in doing nothing of my usual hobbies."
She threw herself back dramatically with a great sigh, placing a hand on her head but her sentiments were more than just playful. She meant everything, even if she said it in jest. "Romeo Romeo where for art my Romeo?.... or general studmuffin..."
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Listening to Ruby, Jonothan only crossed his arms after putting down on a warm window sill and leaned against it. He was grinning softly, trying hard not to, as she raved about being boring. "I don't do that much," he replied weakly. Alright, so he played sports if he wasn't drawing figures or reading comics, big deal. Out here he knew no one, so he didn't have a gaggle of friends to walk with. He knew where nothing was, so he had nowhere to go. This was perfect for Ruby. She had someone in a similar position. A perfect chance to make a friend. Perhaps, even through Jono, who made friends fairly easily, she would meet more people.
"General Studmuffin at your service, ma'am," teased the young banshee as he snapped to attention with a salute. "By the way," he said after relaxing. "Maybe you just haven't found something to do, yet. I wouldn't worry about it, or call it sucky. Even if it sucks that you're not doing much now. You might later?"
He was trying to be optimistic.
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Ruby stared at him. "You are not my general studmuffin." A very pregnant pause before she smirked. "You are the only studmuffin. Yet still here you are, boring me to death. To quote the King himself, a little less conversation - a little more action please. So if we're going to read, or play muckabout, or generally break the rules can we not discuss it and actually DO it?"
She smirked at him. 'Do it' always sounded dirty to her but she refrained from laughing like she usually did. She was quite restless, no thanks to him and now had itchy fingers.
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Hey, Jonothan had done nothing wrong! He picked up his coffee from the sill, drank from it, and then started down the hall. "Feels good to be the only stud 'round here," he mused jokingly while walking onward. Pausing, he turned and looked back at Ruby, beckoning for her to hurry up with his hand, it reaching out for her when she was close enough. Jono then tugged her along gently, walking at his normal stride.
"Come along, Miss Potts, we have work to do in the lab."