The Amazing Flick
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I am awesome, and you know it...your just jealous because even when I shrink mines bigger than yours
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Post by The Amazing Flick on Jun 20, 2006 16:58:11 GMT -4
"Thats good. Thats why this schools important I guess, so freaks like us can learn to control ourselves. I mean, before I got here I was shrinking and growing every five minutes, and I'm not so pleasent as an inlarged person so it was a bad situation. But the Deans helped me out, he's helped us all out."
The dean. Girly sigh. IF there was one person, in the school, in the world that Jeremy had a guy crush on, it was probably the Dean. Well not really a crush but large admiration. The man was like a second father..and a first, considering his birth father was and mostly likely is a jack ass. The man picked him off the street, dusted him off and created an enviroment in which he could grow, he could be normal, he could be with kids like him and feel normal for the first time ever in his life. It was a miraculous feeling. But it was a feeling that only existed behind Hawthorne gates. once in the city, you felt like people were looking at you, knew who you were. Knew you were a genetic freak. Ah depressing thoughts, quit it Flickeroo.
"Nah I mean, your a nice person and you didn't run off when I appeared naked and glistening in the sun as the epitome of manliness."
He struck a model pose and grinned widely, pushing the hair from his blue eyes and glancing at her. Well this was pleasent but he was starting to feel a little awkward. This was the longest he had gone without throwing some immature comment or flirting or pulling a trick on someone. Was Jeremy Swanson changing? Was Flick taking a turn for the worst? No! NO! NOOOO. Woah. hold up wait a minute. The boys jaw dropped and he looked at the girl slightly insulted, throwing his hands in the air.
"CHILI!? GUMBO?! AHHH!!!"
He pretended to faint and then flipped off the ground.
"You've never heard of Spicy Shrimp Remoulade or King Cakes or oysters bienville or Mimosas or Huffulettas orrr orrrr Tasso Jambalaya?"
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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 20, 2006 23:10:31 GMT -4
Molly nodded as he talked about the school and the Dean. It was true, the Dean was like a father to most, and he sheltered and helped many people when they had no where else to go. Molly's mouth turned up in a smile as she remembered the help that the Dean had given her. If he hadn't sought her out and set her straight, she'd have probably insolated herself for the rest of her life until her own emotions led to self destruction.
Pulled out of her state of gratitude, she smirked as Flick spoke. It was true. And odd. They seemed so easy around each other, already blazing over most awkward situations ranging from Molly's crazy powers to Flick's 'epitome of manliness,' as he had so bluntly put it. It was strange. She had barely spoken to anyone under the age of 30 in almost 5 months, and all of a sudden they were chatting it up like they had known each other all of their lives. Not that she minded, it was nice. She liked having attention, after all, she didn't play an instrument just for the heck of it. Before...well, everything, she had played at the boardwalk for pocket change, mostly to get the adrenaline of holding an audience's attention.
She looked back up at him. What made him so special? They seemed to click, if that made any sense. He was funny, and she needed that, but it was also something else she just couldn't place. And while she would've at first thought him to be an obnoxious peeping tom, he didn't seem all that bad. It was weird to think she barely knew him, and that they had met less than and hour ago.
She laughed as he struck his model pose, and she pretended to hold a camera and take pictures like a paparazzi.
"Yes, yes...work it. I love it!" She laughed, mocking a photographer.
She stopped flashing her imaginary camera when he threw a fit, causing her to burst into more giggles.
"Afraid not." She laughed, raising her eyebrows.
"The only place I've been outside of Maryland is here. It's kosher food. But I do have a soft spot for spicy so I'm sure any southern remedy you place on a plate in front of me, I'll eat." She nodded, running a hand through her hair.
"It all sounds good, really." She smiled, licking her lips at the prospect of it all.
"Ack! You're making me hungry." She laughed, holding her stomach, feigning death by starvation.
The conversation paused for a minute after her giggles died down, but not in an awkward way. Yet she found it easy to keep the conversation rolling with him. It was so easy, so relaxed.
"So I can only assume, with your love of southern food, that you know how to cook? Or are you just all talk?" She tilted her head, challenging him.
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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 22, 2006 14:22:22 GMT -4
-pokes the topic...- is it dead? -tilts-
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Liao Zhang
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Sometimes the silent ones are the ones you should fear the most
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Post by Liao Zhang on Jun 22, 2006 15:57:35 GMT -4
no not dead! -will revive-
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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 22, 2006 16:02:36 GMT -4
-snicks- ok -waits-
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Liao Zhang
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Sometimes the silent ones are the ones you should fear the most
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Post by Liao Zhang on Jun 22, 2006 16:05:56 GMT -4
She had a sense of humor! Oh cupid shoot me now! well, not literally, Flick liked very much to live and had already expierenced someone shooting arrows at him before. This weird new kid, some asian dude randomly open fired of Flick one day. Kinda uptight. He and Jade should get together....their asian and their both basterds. Match made in heaven. Jeremy laughed and flexed his muscles as he posed for her, and then retired to his normal position of leaning against the table.
"Or are you just all talk?"
Woah woah, hold up wait a minute. Was she challenging him? Was she CHALLENGING HIM? HEllllllll nooooooo. Jeremy often cooked dinner for his parents, before they kicked him out of the house obviously, and upon entering Hawthorne had continued cooking by taking it as an elective. He took it this year as well and the professor of the class always exclaimed he was one of her best pupils. Pride pride priiideeee overload. That might be the one thing he was really inlove with, other than the pursuit of ass and playing jokes. Cooking. A slightly secret passion.
"All talk? Tryin to challenge me Molly? Call me the infamous Chef Flickeroo. Lead to a kitchen and I'll prove it...unless you know your afraid or something."
Jeremy raised a quizical eyebrow and grinned foolishly. Well now they were getting somewhere. Of course he was still buttnaked underneath a robe that barely fit him and he was now about to go cook. With oil. And other boiling liquids. But you know, whats life without a few risks huh? He proudly placed his hands on his hips and turned his head to the side as if striking a hero pose and then released it, jumping up a little.
"You in or out MOlly-sue?"
Molly-sue? Where had that come from? With a shrug he offered her his hand.
(complete crap sorry couldn't think of anything)
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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 22, 2006 16:20:54 GMT -4
-ack! bombarded with threads! this one will have to be short-
Molly laughed as he feigned offense. Ok, so he said he could cook, but could he prove it? He'd have some pretty high standards to match. Her grandma was italian and loved to cook. Anything from classic spaghetti to stuffed eggplant.
She was quickly swept up in a memory of her grandmother in an apron that was splattered in sauce, resulting from a match with a tough pot of the steaming red liquid. She sat next to Molly, gripping her hands and helping her roll meatballs.
"Little so, bella. Good good..." She cooed, urging her grand daughter to not be afraid to touch the raw meat.
She remembered burning the meat balls, and they tasted horrible but her family ate them anyway to show support. Cooking was something she had never picked up on, in fact...she sucked. But she had been able to pull oo's and aa's out of her family as she strummed her tiny guitar later outside under the moon. It always seemed magical when her grandma was over...but she had lost touch since...well...for a while now.
"It's a bird...it's a plane...no, its Chef Flickeroo!" She giggled as he struck his super hero pose. She turned, starting to pack up her guitar. He was meeting her challenge.
"Yeah, all right, all right. I'm in..." She was back to her old self. Not hermit Molly, or shy Molly. This was the Molly that had run and hid when things got bad. It was fun to be her again.
"I'm in..." She said again, grabbing her guitar with one hand and taking his hand with her other.
This should be interesting.
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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 22, 2006 17:27:00 GMT -4
-pokes- your turn
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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 23, 2006 15:26:21 GMT -4
-pokes again...- is abandoned at the moment. -sigh- notes how the posts get smaller and smaller... -nods- after the next flickeroo post, the next molly post will be...stupendous! -snicks-
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Post by Praline Kline on Jun 23, 2006 15:47:31 GMT -4
-nods- go ahead. -shrugs- doesn't know where the dylan went to...if you don't want to read the entire posts to figure out where we are, just ask and I'll give you the cliff notes version...is the molly, by the way. and you are?
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A. Hardy
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I wish I'd known I was going to have an epiphany, I would have dressed for it.
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Post by A. Hardy on Jun 23, 2006 15:52:30 GMT -4
Cliff notes would be greatly appreciated if you don't mind -waves- I'm Alex/Alessandra
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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 23, 2006 16:00:02 GMT -4
-wavels to the alex- so, what powers does your charrie have? -pokes- ok, cliff notes. Molly is an empath who rufuses to face her past (she killed her family on accident) and Flick is the first student she's told...ever because most people are weirded out by the fact that she can channel their powers and read their innermost feelings. And she's a wicked awesome guitar player -beams- flick can alter his size and was chased out of the girls bathroom because of so and tied to a tree naked. after her got down, molly gave him her robe to wear and after much talk (and some flirting I must admit) the conversation pretty much turned to food so they're heading somewhere (doesn't know yet because it's dylan's turn to post and lead the way) so that flick can meet molly's challenge and prove he can cook. -gasps for air and stares at the run on sentence- so yeah, thats pretty much it -snicks-
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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 23, 2006 16:01:32 GMT -4
-realizes her ugly font size.- also realizes all the spelling and mistakes she made in that summary. sorry. i hope you get the basic jist of it. -shrug-
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A. Hardy
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I wish I'd known I was going to have an epiphany, I would have dressed for it.
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Post by A. Hardy on Jun 23, 2006 16:10:40 GMT -4
Ooh fun -has no idea where to start- -snicks- Alessandra's powers are telepathy, and a kind of astral projection (an ability to project someones greatest fear into their mind at an enhanced level). She projected one of her own greatest fears into her father on accident when she was seven, which resulted in her father having a stroke -nods- Very dramatic -sighs-
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Post by Molly Hunt on Jun 23, 2006 16:14:58 GMT -4
why do we always kill our families? -snicks- well, just... -shrug- who am I kidding...has no idea where you should start either -cackles- but you charrie seemes very intriguing... -hides- I'll never tell you Molly's greatest fear!
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