Post by Molly Hunt on Aug 5, 2006 0:14:58 GMT -4
Molly raised her eyebrows skeptically at Flick. Out of love? Hardly. Even if he hadn't been running away in nothing but his birthday suite, Molly felt the anger from those girls from a mile away. That was some passionate love, if that's what he was really at. She looked at the rob again. It was a nice robe. It had costed her a decent amount of money, and now she had gone and given it to the nude-boy-wonder. And told him he could keep it. Why had she told him he could keep it again? Oh yes, nude-boy-wonder germs. But now that she thought about it, she really didn't see what the big deal was. It was just Flick. Friends shared things. She briefly wondered if she could ask for it back without being rude, then decided against it. Let him keep. To always remember me by she mused. He better be a damn good chef though...
"Yes, stalling." She nodded smirkly, raising her eyebrows at him, re-enstating the challenge.
Somewhere in the tet-a-tet of banter Flick's mind seemed to turn off. His mouth dropped open and Molly looked at him in confusion. Boys. They could be so weird sometimes. She wrinkled her nose as squicky vibes came from Jeremy, and she could only guess what he was thinking which she figured was probably X-rated at this point, based on his current state of emotions she was reading. Reaching over, she closed his mouth shut and rolled her eyes, before turning back to Alex.
Alex. A complete mystery. While she could pry into her like any other normal person, Alex seemed very gaurded. Almost as if she knew how to block out Molly's power. Weird. Only a serious telepath would be able to do something like that. Shivering slightly, she shook her hair out of her eyes and tried to regain some focus of her own.
"Like he says, its no intrusion. You and I can be the judge of just how dazzling he is, eh?" She tilted her head, smiling in a way she hoped to portray as friendly. This girl seemed more timid than Molly herself was.
She watched as Flick grabbed Alex's hand, and then was surprised when he took her own, and gave them both a forceful yank towards who knows where. It had just occured to Molly how lucky Flick looked at that moment, but decided not to ruin his moment of glory. Afterall, to the world he was leading two young and vulnerable girls to do who knows what...it was at that moment Molly decided to shut out any of Flick's emotions. She had no desire to dig around in there and see what was going on. He was looking far to meschevious as things were.
"Real southern cooking, right? Not the cheap imitation stuff that the north tries to duplicate? Like microwave tosquitos?" She reminded him, licking her lips in anticipation as she continued to be pulled along by the over zealous Jeremy Swanson.
Molly started to recognize the area they were headed in from when the Dean had brought her to the Academy for her original rehabilitation. Her memories flooded back to her and she noticed a building not to far off that she remember having a working kitchen. It was her old barracks, with a mini kitchen so that she wouldn't have to go out for food and have to face people. She looked to Flick, noticing that he seemed to have no idea where he was headed. A kitchen, she guessed. Any kitchen.
"I know where there is a decent kitchen. Common then Chef-Flickeroo. You know, it worries me that you're lost before we even find the kitchen." She mused.
She gave his arm a tug, which in turn tugged on Alex's. Molly led the small chain of them around the corner to her old rehabilitation building. No one used it anymore, since a new one had just been built after Molly had destroyed half of this one in a particularily bad episode. Dropping his hand, she pushed open the door and took a few tentative steps in. What was equivilent to the common room lay in shambles. Part of the ceiling had fallen and glass was shattered everywhere. Personally, Molly thought it was poor judgment on the decorators part to put glass objects in a room for the rehabilitation of a bunch of teenagers who happened to have some wicked powers with no control over them. Stepping around the rubble, she went up a flight of stairs to the thrid floor, which had been specifically designed for her and cases like hers. It was separate from other dorms, so no emotions of thoughts would be intercepted. Better still, it had all the accutraments of a small apartment, so she had everything she needed. The only time she would need to leave the floor would be for her daily visits with the specialist and the therapist.
Looking around, she realized what an utter pigsty the place was. Blushing slightly, she rushed over to the dresser she had occupied and closed the drawer that contained her underwear. She had left most of her clothes behind when she moved into the main Academy, having no need with the uniforms. Blankets were strewn about everywhere, probably from one of her last recoveries of an episode. Those were the worst. It was like flu symptoms times ten. Thankfully, the kitchen was still intact. Stepping into it, she surveyed the materials. She had all the basic cooking supplies, and thankfully nothing too parishable. There were a few rotted pieces of fruit, but besides that, everything seemed eatable. At least workable. She opened one of the cabinets, wondering if she had enough spices to make anything remotely southern. Sure enough, when she had first been moved in, she had been supplied with every spice imaginable. Not that she had any use for them. She was a horrible cook herself. Toast was about the best she could do. But besides the normal spices, she noticed a few of her old medicines sitting around. Regular cold medicine, but then also weird bottles of pills her specialist had given to help recover from an episode. Great, this place looks more like a mental institute than my old room. She sighed a little over dramatically, turning to face Flick and Alex who had followed her up.
"Welcome to la chateau a Molly...well...sorta..." She sighed, sitting at a chair by the counter and resting her chin in her hands.
[[long....but I'm bored. So this will get the rp movin!
ps thank the stars for my laptop! up and running and rpn again!
pps...dylan...I does not know if the alex charrie be coming back...so we may just want to move on without her.
-sigh-
misses her. needs another buffer to protect the molly from the flick's raging hormones]]
"Yes, stalling." She nodded smirkly, raising her eyebrows at him, re-enstating the challenge.
Somewhere in the tet-a-tet of banter Flick's mind seemed to turn off. His mouth dropped open and Molly looked at him in confusion. Boys. They could be so weird sometimes. She wrinkled her nose as squicky vibes came from Jeremy, and she could only guess what he was thinking which she figured was probably X-rated at this point, based on his current state of emotions she was reading. Reaching over, she closed his mouth shut and rolled her eyes, before turning back to Alex.
Alex. A complete mystery. While she could pry into her like any other normal person, Alex seemed very gaurded. Almost as if she knew how to block out Molly's power. Weird. Only a serious telepath would be able to do something like that. Shivering slightly, she shook her hair out of her eyes and tried to regain some focus of her own.
"Like he says, its no intrusion. You and I can be the judge of just how dazzling he is, eh?" She tilted her head, smiling in a way she hoped to portray as friendly. This girl seemed more timid than Molly herself was.
She watched as Flick grabbed Alex's hand, and then was surprised when he took her own, and gave them both a forceful yank towards who knows where. It had just occured to Molly how lucky Flick looked at that moment, but decided not to ruin his moment of glory. Afterall, to the world he was leading two young and vulnerable girls to do who knows what...it was at that moment Molly decided to shut out any of Flick's emotions. She had no desire to dig around in there and see what was going on. He was looking far to meschevious as things were.
"Real southern cooking, right? Not the cheap imitation stuff that the north tries to duplicate? Like microwave tosquitos?" She reminded him, licking her lips in anticipation as she continued to be pulled along by the over zealous Jeremy Swanson.
Molly started to recognize the area they were headed in from when the Dean had brought her to the Academy for her original rehabilitation. Her memories flooded back to her and she noticed a building not to far off that she remember having a working kitchen. It was her old barracks, with a mini kitchen so that she wouldn't have to go out for food and have to face people. She looked to Flick, noticing that he seemed to have no idea where he was headed. A kitchen, she guessed. Any kitchen.
"I know where there is a decent kitchen. Common then Chef-Flickeroo. You know, it worries me that you're lost before we even find the kitchen." She mused.
She gave his arm a tug, which in turn tugged on Alex's. Molly led the small chain of them around the corner to her old rehabilitation building. No one used it anymore, since a new one had just been built after Molly had destroyed half of this one in a particularily bad episode. Dropping his hand, she pushed open the door and took a few tentative steps in. What was equivilent to the common room lay in shambles. Part of the ceiling had fallen and glass was shattered everywhere. Personally, Molly thought it was poor judgment on the decorators part to put glass objects in a room for the rehabilitation of a bunch of teenagers who happened to have some wicked powers with no control over them. Stepping around the rubble, she went up a flight of stairs to the thrid floor, which had been specifically designed for her and cases like hers. It was separate from other dorms, so no emotions of thoughts would be intercepted. Better still, it had all the accutraments of a small apartment, so she had everything she needed. The only time she would need to leave the floor would be for her daily visits with the specialist and the therapist.
Looking around, she realized what an utter pigsty the place was. Blushing slightly, she rushed over to the dresser she had occupied and closed the drawer that contained her underwear. She had left most of her clothes behind when she moved into the main Academy, having no need with the uniforms. Blankets were strewn about everywhere, probably from one of her last recoveries of an episode. Those were the worst. It was like flu symptoms times ten. Thankfully, the kitchen was still intact. Stepping into it, she surveyed the materials. She had all the basic cooking supplies, and thankfully nothing too parishable. There were a few rotted pieces of fruit, but besides that, everything seemed eatable. At least workable. She opened one of the cabinets, wondering if she had enough spices to make anything remotely southern. Sure enough, when she had first been moved in, she had been supplied with every spice imaginable. Not that she had any use for them. She was a horrible cook herself. Toast was about the best she could do. But besides the normal spices, she noticed a few of her old medicines sitting around. Regular cold medicine, but then also weird bottles of pills her specialist had given to help recover from an episode. Great, this place looks more like a mental institute than my old room. She sighed a little over dramatically, turning to face Flick and Alex who had followed her up.
"Welcome to la chateau a Molly...well...sorta..." She sighed, sitting at a chair by the counter and resting her chin in her hands.
[[long....but I'm bored. So this will get the rp movin!
ps thank the stars for my laptop! up and running and rpn again!
pps...dylan...I does not know if the alex charrie be coming back...so we may just want to move on without her.
-sigh-
misses her. needs another buffer to protect the molly from the flick's raging hormones]]