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Post by Gleam on Jul 9, 2012 9:35:48 GMT -8
"That they are." Jacob said, amused. "No one else speaks like this anymore, I think. And the training standards for contemporary actors is much, much lower, so I doubt that even if they possessed the facility for language necessary, they would be unable to work it into a performance."
He steals a blanket from atop his bed and snuggled underneath it, the picture entirely odd - a huge, eloquent boy swaddled in a green-blue afghan, beer in one hand, remote in the other, Bringing Up Baby on the screen and the sort of content that should only be awarded with age plain on his face.
"Have you ever watched older movies?" he asked, one eye questing out Ace's.
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Post by 'Ace' Julia Dale on Jul 9, 2012 10:22:44 GMT -8
Ace listened to his words and wondered what it must have been like to live in an age where people would have actually spoken like this commonly. She watched the movie intently, not really having a response to his comment about modern acting skills.
She glanced up as he went to get the afghan, and noted how odd he looked, but said nothing of it. Having caught herself staring she pulled her eyes back towards the screen and watched more of the hilarity on screen ensue.
He asked her then if she had ever watched older movies. She glanced back to him, pausing for a moment, "Well, not... really... " She admitted, pulling out her pack of cigarettes. "Didn't watch too many screens growing up..." She added. TV, movies, internet, video games...
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Post by Gleam on Jul 9, 2012 11:00:57 GMT -8
Jacob hummed appreciatively. "I did not either, though this was more because screens were a rare thing in my time. It was not until the late nineteen fourties that a home television became a common thing in the United States. It took much longer for the rest of the world to catch onto the fashion."
He shuffles around a bit in his seat to get more comfortable. "Supposing I do not fall asleep in the next ten minutes, I will do my best to point you on the right way."
It's a probable prediction - Jacob's eyes keep drifting low.
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Post by 'Ace' Julia Dale on Jul 9, 2012 11:11:52 GMT -8
Ace looked over to him as he sat on the other side of the couch. "Huh, weird. I know I don't pay much attention to it, but I kind of expected the TV to just sort of always be there..." She said simply.
She blinked whenever he sleepily added the cryptic remark. "Right way? What way is the right way to you then?" She wondered curiously. If anything his words only seemed to insinuate that whatever way she was already going was the wrong way, and Ace wasn't sure if she appreciated that. Then again, she told herself that she was reading too much into it. "You say the weirdest shit, you know that?" She said with a laugh, a half-grin on her face as she noticed his eyes drooping.
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Post by Gleam on Jul 9, 2012 11:23:09 GMT -8
Jacob thinks about it for several seconds, still blinking sleepily.
"I think," he said, "that I attempt to sound as prosaic and profound as usual when I am sleepy, but my brain is not quite up to to the task anymore." He shook his head and burrowed into his blanket, hiding his head inside the thick fabric. "Mm. I am so very very very comfy."
The blanket isn't quite big enough. It pulls up over his feet and leaves them sticking out. He grumbles in complaint and curls up beneath it, becoming an enormous blanket-covered lump.
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Post by 'Ace' Julia Dale on Jul 9, 2012 11:33:53 GMT -8
Ace realized that he was gonna be taking the futon that night. She shook her head and stood up. She tiptoed around to get to where he had put the remote and turned off the TV. She figured she could go without infomercials now and then. Wouldn't kill her. She put the remote back down and pulled out a lighter and a cigarette from the box she had been holding. She lit it and took a long drag, letting it out slowly and feeling the burning sensation on her lips and throat.
"Sleep tight, Jack." She said quietly. She began simplifying what she was wearing for sleep as she smoked, occasionally just keeping the cigarette held between her lips as she changed. When she had finished it she put it out into the drawer he had offered her and turned off the lights to crawl into his bed. It didn't have the comfortable familiarity that hers had, but it did smell like wet grass, which she figured could have been worse.
She found it hard to sleep, tossing and turning, occasionally just looking at the wall or ceiling..
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Post by Gleam on Jul 9, 2012 11:47:31 GMT -8
After an hour or so, Jacob sighed and sat up in the darkness of the room. He fiddled around for the remote blurrily, and finally found it. "Sorry." he yawned. "Almost forgot."
The TV flicks back on and scans to the informercial section, and Jacob's eyes squint against the brightness of the screen in the previously dark room. "You sleep with this thing on normally, right?" he said, and rubbed his eyes. "Leave it on from now on. It does not bother me any."
Jacob smiled sleepily and extracted a beer bottle from beneath his blanket, which he blinked at and then tossed away.
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Post by 'Ace' Julia Dale on Jul 9, 2012 11:55:54 GMT -8
After the hour or so, Ace had been beginning to sort of drift off, but she heard him shuffle around on the futon on the other side of the room and turned over. "Fine, okay- I was just turned it off in case..." She said, sounding somewhat groggy, her sentence drifting off.
She listened to the infomercials with a comforted sigh. The air didn't feel so still anymore. "If you want your bed, say so." She told him, trying to sound in any way forceful while half-asleep. "Don't sleep there if you don't want to..."
Her eyes were beginning to close again. The infomercials seemed to make quite a difference in Ace's energy levels. Then again, she had been tossing and turning for so long that she had been getting more and more tired anyway, and had just been on the verge of actual sleep.
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Post by Gleam on Jul 9, 2012 12:49:47 GMT -8
"I find myself content." Jacob said sleepily. "Even if . . . everything smells like cigarettes." He snuggled down into his afghan again, ignoring the commercial chatter. "G'night, Jane. Get some sleep." ~*~ In the morning, Jacob awoke and immediately started coughing. He reared up off the couch and breathed in some fresh air, smiling like an idiot. "Well." he murmured. "That was new." He yawned and meandered into the kitchen, where he started mixing up some pancake batter, trusting that the smell would wake Ace better than anything he could actually say to her.
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Post by 'Ace' Julia Dale on Jul 9, 2012 14:31:35 GMT -8
Ace mumbled things about dirt, rags, and a palace. Whenever she finally felt herself waking up, she grumbled to life, momentarily wondering where she was, as she hardly recognized the room from the angle she was at. She curled herself into a ball once again under the covers, feeling cozy. It wasn't until the urge for a smoke and a cup of coffee became overbearing that she pulled her head out from under the covers.
The scent of cooking pancakes hit her like a wave of warmth. She grumbled in greeting, grabbing her jacket without thinking about it and slipping in on as quick and casual as always. She staggered over in her bare feet and shorts and leaned over the bar, her messy hair over a good part of her face.
"What time's it, Jack?" She wondered. The sun would indicate morning of some description, but that was about all Ace had managed to comprehend.
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Post by Gleam on Jul 9, 2012 14:44:32 GMT -8
"Six twelve AM." Jacob answered automatically. "You are not usually up this early, are you? You can go back to sleep if you want - I will leave some pancakes in a heating dish for you, whenever you should decide that you want them."
He set out a pair of plates and dished out the pancakes on top of them, and then fished out the syrup and butter, adding both to his out breakfast. "I apologize for falling asleep on your bed." he said, eating a bite of one pancake. "I imagine that was less than ideal."
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Post by 'Ace' Julia Dale on Jul 9, 2012 14:56:05 GMT -8
At hearing Jacob's response to her question, Ace just fell onto a stool and put her face on her arms. "Fuuuck..." She mumbled finally from beneath her arms. "I'm awake now..." She moaned. Her eyes managed to pry apart enough to see the pancakes and syrup and butter on top. She stared at them like a beast ready to strike.
"Hey you make coffee?" She inquired, looking around the counter for forks. About the bed situation she rolled her eyes, "Before I came to Solstice I lived in and out of different hotels for a year, I don't mind sleeping in different places." She corrected him. "Though it's nice to have your own place and whatever... But life doesn't always work like that, which you should know." She shrugged, "You get over it."
She pulled the plate of delicious golden brown pancakes towards her, prodding at their fluffy texture with her fork, salivating. "I was more worried about you on a couch." She said simply with a grin beginning to form, "I'm sure it wasn't quite to your personal standards." She mocked, trying to imitate his english accent.
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Post by Gleam on Jul 9, 2012 15:07:59 GMT -8
"Slept on a hammock for years." Jacob said happily, completely undisturbed. "A couch is, by comparison, much easier and less nerve-wracking. When a strong wind or a push can dump you on the floor, your nerves burn short very quickly. Coffee's in the pot, dear, I put some on before I started the pancakes."
He finished off a pancake, then stabbed his fork at Ace. "This is your place." He declared. "Maybe that changes soon. Fortune telling is not a talent either of us possess, I am sure. But you chase off anyone that says otherwise. Yes?"
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Post by 'Ace' Julia Dale on Jul 9, 2012 15:18:53 GMT -8
Ace gave a reach out towards the pot but realized that it was worthless effort, so pulled herself up and walked around the bar to the kitchen. She pulled a mug out and filled it up with the steaming java, dumping 3 spoons of sugar in and neglecting milk. She went around once again to her plate of pancakes, cutting into them two or three at a time and skewering them to bring them to her gob.
She had wondered why he'd slept on a hammock, but didn't ask. He had been considerate enough not to ask her, so she showed the same level of respect back. He said that this was her place. He said it with such certainty that Ace was somewhat taken aback.
Against a large portion of her mentality, she felt a small smile creep onto her face. She bit her lip to hide it and found herself giving a small nod. "Yeah, of course.." She managed to say, trying to seem as casual as ever, but her voice seemed softer saying it.
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Post by Gleam on Jul 9, 2012 15:28:35 GMT -8
Jacob smiled, and once again failed to restrain his instincts. He reached up and ruffled Ace's hair, sorting through the bedhead and the cowlick. "Good." he said. "Remember that."
He glanced down then, finished off another pancake, and then sighed in relief as he finally cleared his plate, and set beside the sink for later cleaning. "Alright. You take a shower first this time, I am terrified of you showing up again while I am naked and wet and vulnerable. I promise not to terrorize you."
Jacob made puppy dog eyes.
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Post by 'Ace' Julia Dale on Jul 10, 2012 1:30:04 GMT -8
Ace looked up at his smile, and so had been distracted as his hand went to her head. The weight of his hand on her felt comforting, and this resulted in her neck and cheeks growing warm again. She really wished they would stop doing that.
He said ' good, remember that ' and she knew that she wouldn't forget. She was honestly getting a bit worried about the state of her head. What the fuck was she doing, she asked herself, what the hell made her want to trust this guy?
She blinked and brought herself back down to earth to see Jacob begging for her to take a shower first, promising not to terrorize her. "huh? Yeah. Shower, right, yeah, no problem, I'll have one now." Ace thoughtfully went to the futon and looked on the floor around it to find that she had put all her clothes in the drawers. She had forgotten about that.
"Don't make that face, Jack, it's stupid.", she said with a small grin as she dug through the drawers on her side of the room to pull out a baggy jumper, a pair of guy jeans, and undies.
She wandered over to the bathroom and let the water begin to run for the shower. Remember she told herself, This isn't a case of 'might' change... this will. This is temporary. Don't forget that. This thought strangely comforted her, nearly as much as Jacob's hand. Thinking on this, she undressed and stepped into the shower, feeling the hot water against her skin.
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Post by Gleam on Jul 10, 2012 4:12:04 GMT -8
Jacob huffed and gathered up the plates to wash, cleaning them with the long practice of a kitchen virtuoso. "But it works." he counters, mildly. "This is not a thing to discount, I assure you."
He cleaned up after last night's movie marathon - that was what it'd been, without doubt, even if it had only been a single movie - making both beds up again and extracting the last two bottles from where they had hidden. Then he paced back into the kitchen and started to set up the things he'd need for his feast - the oregano and onions, the cleaned out and opened oven, the skewer the meat would go on. Traditionally the lamb was supposed to be made in a smoking pit, but for obvious reasons that just wouldn't do.
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Post by 'Ace' Julia Dale on Jul 10, 2012 5:30:38 GMT -8
Ace walked out of the bathroom after around fifteen minutes dressed in the clothes she had brought in with her. She carried a pile of what she had been wearing before and more or less dumped it in a pile somewhere.
"Are you seriously starting dinner already." She said, glancing around for a clock, "Isn't it like, 7:00 AM max?" She went immediately for a cigarette and lit it, before heading into the kitchen to pour herself another cup of coffee. Just mentioning what time it was made her tired.
She took a long drag of her smoke while putting in more sugar. "How the hell are you awake this early? I mean, how do you not die." She wondered, using it in a metaphorical sense.
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Post by Gleam on Jul 10, 2012 5:39:54 GMT -8
"I have not started dinner yet." He said primly. "But I will be starting it just before noon on my lunch hour, and I will not have much time to get things ready then. So I must ready them now, then."
Jacob extracted his head from the inside of the oven, where he'd been wiping it clean, and blinked up at Ace. "I grew up without alarm clocks." he pointed out. "The only timer I had was daylight. So, generally, I wake up whenever the sun rises. Another reason why I dislike winter, I suppose."
He shook out his rag and dunked it in the sink, leaving it to soak. "It is also the first time at this Academy that I have cooked for anyone besides you or me, and I would hate for it to be a flop."
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Post by 'Ace' Julia Dale on Jul 10, 2012 5:54:56 GMT -8
Ace sighed, "Well whatever works for you." She said rubbing her eyes. "Right, anyway, I'm pretty sure I have something at Ten.. So I'll be out of here by then." She told him. "You don't need anything extra for whatever it is you're making?" She wondered.
She moved some of her wet hair away from her face, grabbing one of her old shirts and using it to soak up some of the damp from her hair. She took another drag of her cigarette when she had done that, "Don't worry about it," She said, picking up her coffee with her cigarette hand and taking a sip. "You food tastes like crap but we'll survive." She gave him a grin to let him know she was joking.
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Post by Gleam on Jul 10, 2012 6:04:42 GMT -8
"I will be gone before you then, the lab requires me an hour earlier." Jacob said thoughtfully. "And, ah - no. I will worry about it. No one shall wander within my reach and leave unsatisfied."
He smirked at Ace. "If that is your main concern, I am sure I can find some MRE's floating around. You might enjoy them. They are for survival as well. You would find the taste nostalgic, I am sure."
With a backwards wave Jacob headed for the bathroom, snatching up a loose change of clothing along the way, and took a quick shower, just refreshing himself.
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Post by 'Ace' Julia Dale on Jul 10, 2012 6:34:20 GMT -8
Ace looked over to him when he said he would be gone. It suited her just as well really, she figured. She had to pack up her course work and all that for the teacher anyway, and that was still hidden under the couch, although she was almost positive that he'd noticed her hiding in pretty much every time.
"Ready meals?" She blinked, "Woah..." She was genuinely surprised, "I thought you'd have tossed them out!" She grinned just before he headed out to the shower.
She went into the kitchen after the shower began to run and pulled out a few leftover pancakes and dug into them cold, standing before the open fridge door.
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