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Post by Jack Winchester on Aug 15, 2007 17:56:55 GMT -5
 
Well now everybody's losing control
Intoxicated circulation...
Just try and sit back, get my palette wet
And get me mentally prepared for the consequences
Shits and giggles made up the majority of Jack's life. It was how he 'rolled', to address it in simple terms. Life was here for the taking, and by God, he was going to take full advantage of the glorious opportunity. His laugh was addictive and his playful jests were more frequent than his heartbeat. Plus, he was one flirtatious little son of a bitch. Roll him up with the producers of Shrek and you've got one amazing bottle of laughter and hysteria.
Ever since he had been attending the prestigious East Valley University, Jack had managed to have a friend within a twenty-foot radius. For some reason, he was a magnet for both people who recognized their problems and people that probably needed to recognize their problems but chose not to. He was the one that could cheer you up with a grin and a joke.
I can take your problems away with a nod and a wave of my hand cause that's just the kind of boy that I am.
However, he managed to latch onto a few friends that he considered the cream of the crop. Gemma Miele was one of them, oddly enough. If you had seen them when they first met, you would be amazed to know they can even stand in each other's presence. So many nasty and vile words had been thrown back and forth with their first few meetings that it was almost like living life in an R-rated film. Bitch, dick, jerk, asshole, vain, arrogant... so many words. It was ridiculous.
After awhile, though, they seemed to click. Once that click was felt by both parties, it was hard to find them apart. There was a minute age difference between them but it really made no difference. Jack was quite capable of sinking down to a younger train-of-thought without so much as a second glance. This wasn't to say he was an idiot or immature - he just knew when to trigger it on and off. In his eyes, he was a genius for having that lovely little mechanism built into his tiny little body.
Saturday mornings and afternoons were always relatively boring by default. Parties didn't start until the late evening and clubs didn't open until nightfall. Unless there was an assignment of priority, nothing was worth doing on a Saturday before five p.m.
That is, unless you were Jack. Jack was always full of brilliant ideas and spontaneous episodes that earned him a badge for his ingenuity. It was madness, to say the least. At least the madness was the good kind.
Without so much as a second thought to what the rest of the world was doing, Jack had waltzed up to Gemma's door and knocked repetitively until she opened up. He wanted to go to the movies and he wanted to go now... or within the hour. You didn't normally get much warning with Jack. Either you jump on his bandwagon and head off for the high seas, or you crash and burn all by yourself while he is out having fun without you.
Forty-minutes later, two young people stood outside the cinema staring at the movie posters. One was a male, relatively short with a slender figure and hair as black as it could get. He wore a white t-shirt that must have come from some carnival or tacky festival. It was spray painted with what appeared to be a seriously cartoonized version of one of the My Little Ponies. It sat atop a huge, though slightly faded, rainbow swirl and simply read 'Pwned'. Weird. He wore a simple pair of dark blue jeans that almost appeared black if they weren't directly in the sun. A pair of Vans were on his feet, his sunglasses on his face, and two wristbands around his right arm from clubbing two or three nights ago.
"I'm not watching some fucked up chic flick, just so you know," Jack said as the two stood outside. His dark eyes had just met the poster of what appeared to be a Victorian-esque woman in a fluffy red dress. From the looks of it, she was desperate for love and searching for it in all the wrong places. Wow, what a change. Jack hadn't seen any movies like that before. Ha. Not.
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Post by gemma miele on Aug 16, 2007 16:54:18 GMT -5
It was crazy it really was, all she'd have to say was thank God she'd been dressed. Thank God she'd been awake because Lord knows Miss Miele would have been extremely pissed it she'd been asleep when Jack Winchester came knocking on her door.
She wasn't even sure why she was awake at this point of the day, she really wasn't. Except for the fact that she hadn't been able to sleep, which right about drove her up a wall, and Miss Miele had been in dire need of coffee. She'd just gotten back to her apartment when there was this annoyingly loud knock on her door and with what could have been considered a growl the female went to answer it.
Thank goodness it was actually someone she liked, because if it hadn't been... well let's just say that person probably wouldn't have been leaving in one piece...
Though as soon as he said let's go. The female had said one second and grabbed her purse and keys and locking the door behind her was out of there.
He'd mentioned the movies, Gemma said okay and the two were soon in NYC standing outside the theater as they debated on which movie exactly they'd be seeing.
"I don't know, that movie looks hell'a interesting." Gemma replied. With that French accent of hers hearing her say hell'a was awfully funny.
She wasn't being serious of course... not really.. She loved those type of 1800's chick-flicks even though they were basically all the same story over and over again. She was a girl though, what did you expect?
"And Jack, you're really no fun, you know that?" she replied as she looked up to the sign showing what times the movies were playing, her index finger rested lightly on her bottom lip/chin as she looked with narrowed, blue eyes at the sign. Her lips pursed ever so slightly as she finally looked over to him.
"I'd say we should see Bourne Ultimatum.. though after seeing the last two Bourne movies I always leave the theater feeling rather violent." she commented eyebrows raising slightly as she stated this and looked over to Jack, showing she didn't even know what to think about that. |
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Post by Jack Winchester on Aug 16, 2007 21:36:28 GMT -5
Well now everybody's losing control
Intoxicated circulation...
Just try and sit back, get my palette wet
And get me mentally prepared for the consequences
Jack quirked his brow and glanced sideways at Gemma, not turning his head entirely but obviously giving her his attention. Her accent always managed to crack him up; he made a point of informing her, too, on a regular basis. "Can you repeat that, please?" he asked smoothly, raising an eyebrow at her almost mockingly. Of course, he was playing with her. He loved Gemma. He wouldn't actually say much with intent of harming her ego - not like it was capable of being bruised, anyway. At least, not by him.
Chic flicks had never amused Jack - not even a little. He wasn't the sappy type. He loved action movies. Transformers - now that was a great film. It had the sexy girl, the cars and the insane cinematography that kept you on the edge of your seat. Yes, action movies were good. So were thrillers, but not the shitty ones. Jack was more than willing to skip over The Hills Have Eyes, but if you sit him in front of, say, Silence of the Lambs or Disturbia, he was all over it. He loved movies that made you jump.
He shot her a look that suggested she was the craziest person in the world when she said he wasn't fun. "Are you on cold medicine? I'm the funniest person on two legs. I think you're high or something. I'm more fun than that other girl... I don't even know her name. That one with like, pink hair. I totally rank higher." Jack didn't know Elle's name, but he was more than determined to be the best. It was the competitive side of him. He wasn't going to wish anything ill on her, obviously, but he did enjoy having attention - especially from his closest friend. Childish, sure, but that was Jack.
Jack seemed to beam the idea of watching the Bourne Ultimatum. Action! Score. When she remarked about feeling violent, he couldn't help but smirk a little. It wasn't a vicious smirk, not in the least. It was more flirtatious and playful - mischievous, even. "I like you when you're violent. You're more fun that way," he added with one of those oh-yes-I-did grins.
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