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Post by remi on Aug 8, 2008 0:30:54 GMT -5
"No one said anything about me surviving after that, except maybe to write a fucking suicide note," Remi said. "So it's not much worse than yours. And I'd die happy, which is saying something." Not that she actually had the guts or the true intent to do anything of the sort, but it made her feel better to dream.
If they just sat back and tried to not tear off each other's heads long enough to realize that neither of them was at fault, it might be going better. But that was Remi. When she was in a bad mood, anyone involved didn't get the nicest side of her. Even if it wasn't because of them, they'd still caught her at a bad time. And this one was to blame, as far as she was concerned. She had to marry him, so why wouldn't he be at fault? She'd never even be able to tolerate him, she was sure, let alone love him, or even like him. This wasn't going to be a happy marriage.
"Go ahead and insult my ass, but it's a bit hypocritical, don't you think?" she said. In reality, she hated it when people insulted the way she looked, probably because she had enough doubts about it on her own. But she was not going to let him see that weakness, or any of them. There was no need to give him any ammo. "Yours isn't any better."
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Post by jamieholbrook on Aug 8, 2008 0:46:53 GMT -5
"Ha. You don't even know about my plans." Jamie said, smirking some more. "They've certainly changed, now that I know you'll be out of the picture." He didn't think of what he would do if she wasn't gone first. Of course, he still had that paper. If he felt like going through with it, anyway.
He would not marry her. There was no good reason to do so. Pure lineage... fuck pure lineage. He didn't need to start on Defaeco. And he certainly didn't like her. He hated Remi, and all that he thought she stood for. He hated the idea of having to live with her for the rest of his life. And while he also hated the idea of taking his own life, it seemed better than dealing with that. He was marrying someone he liked, or no one at all. He hadn't even gotten his choice.
"You haven't even seen my ass, dear." He said, smiling. It wasn't like he was a girl. He didn't give a damn what people said about his ass. "Unless you've been looking at it in Herbology, which I doubt." He shook his head, still grinning. "The most you've seen is me sitting down, let me remind you. So please, lets not judge a book by it's cover."
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Post by remi on Aug 8, 2008 1:02:01 GMT -5
"I don't give a damn about your plans, just that I don't have to marry you," she hissed. "Anything's better than doing that." Well, it seemed like that, anyway. There were worse things, even if Jamie was an arrogant little pureblood-which there was no garantee that he was anyway. She could have ended up like Fiona, or a lot of other girls, whether she knew them or not.
She wanted to go and kill herself in the bathrooms. Or at least cut, but the point was that she didn't want to be here with this person who she hated. But she wasn't leaving until she won, and that hadn't happened yet. it's possible to be too stubborn, and even though Remi was living the results, she didn't think about it.
"No, I assure you I haven't." Remi said coldly. "Hopefully, you haven't been looking at mine either." Ugh. That was one of her worst fears; guys checking her out. She wasn't exactly interested in being ogled, thank you very much. "And, if I'm not supposed to judge a book by it's cover, shouldn't you do the same? It's not like you even know why I got forced into this crap in the first place. You don't know a thing about me, in fact."
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Post by jamieholbrook on Aug 8, 2008 1:36:21 GMT -5
"I'm inclined to say the same about yours." Jamie said. He'd calmed down, a lot. Enough to find this whole conversation amusing. He wasn't always arrogant, but he did find the time. "Except the fact that I like laughing about them, of course."
He was winning, as far as he could tell. Good. He'd do anything to get a hand over someone he hated. And yes, he hated her. He wasn't going to bother being mature about it, either, because... Jamie didn't feel like being mature. Not yet, anyway.
"No, I haven't." Jamie rolled his eyes. He hadn't even known her name til she introduced herself. Why would he be looking at her ass? He was a teenage guy, sure, but... "Believe me, your face kept me from doing that." He couldn't stop, could he?
Actually, he could. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You're right about that. I don't know you any more than you know me." He looked at her calmly, then. "Who starts, then? You or me?"
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Post by remi on Aug 8, 2008 1:50:09 GMT -5
"Fine. I'll go first, seeing as apparently I'm the one who first thought of it." Strange, that. Usually, she was the last one to think of getting to know someone she hated. But then, she'd never thought of murder or been forced into getting married either, so today was just full of firsts. Oh joy.
"I hate Defaeco. Most of my friends are either muggle-born or half-blood, meaning that they're going to die if Damian gets his way. It was my sixteenth birthday present." She had nightmares about that sometimes, especially since technically she was supposed to be happy about this. Or at least not care, like her parents. Scum. But that wasn't anything she needed to tell him.
"Also, I hate my parents above anything else, except maybe you. The last time I talked to them beyond answering a direct question in as little words as humanly possible was, again, my sixteenth birthday." So saying she hated him was a little rude, since he was calming down, but she wasn't. Trying to, but not succeeding. Classic Remi.
"Don't think there's anything else important about me that you need to know, so it's your turn," she finished, after thinking about it. There was a ton of important stuff, but she hadn't told anyone about that, and he wasn't exactly first on her list of people to trust. She was pretty sure he was top on the one for people not to trust, actually.
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Post by jamieholbrook on Aug 8, 2008 2:09:23 GMT -5
Jamie rose an eyebrow at... pretty much everything Remi had just said. So maybe he was wrong. Maybe she wasn't so bad. But he wasn't going to admit to that just now. His turn.
"Well, just so I don't start off on the same page as you," He said casually. He was calm now. Mostly. But she'd better watch where she placed her insults, because he still wasn't happy. "I probably don't belong in Ravenclaw. Because even if I can come up with good insults," He smiled again for a moment, before his face faded back into the same old dazed expression he got when he talked like this. "My grades are still just a little above average."
"On the other hand," He said, sighing and leaning back against his palms. "I definitely don't belong in Slytherin. Mostly because of the same reasons you have. Except the whole friends thing." He really didn't have many friends at all. "There's only two things I'm truly terrified of. One of which is Damian Lestrange. The other... I'm not telling you."
"I have a tendency towards defying my parents." Jamie frowned, speaking blandly before switching to a high, whiny voice that he only used to mimic people. Namely, his parents. "Jameson, you really must learn to take pride in your heritage. Jameson! When will you learn that coinciding with mudbloods" He sneered at the word, pausing. He really couldn't stand his family. He finished the sentence in a normal, if sad, voice. "Is not appropriate considering your lineage." He left it there.
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Post by remi on Aug 8, 2008 2:25:51 GMT -5
"I defy my parents plenty, that's how I ended up in Defaeco to begin with." Remi said sadly, the fight taken out of her. So she'd been wrong. Damn it, she hated when that happened. "I'm afraid of a lot of stuff. One of them is Damian LeStrange, definitely, and I'm not telling you the others. Nobody else knows what they are, and you're not exactly high on my list of people I trust."
"I don't know why I'm in Hufflepuff, unless it's the fact that I have never yet succeeded in making myself cheat, and I hate it when anyone messes with my friends-which is why I'm glad that most of them aren't going to end up either forced in Defaeco or a marriage, because I might actually go on a killing spree. I'm not sure how I'm a hard worker. And I really, really hate to admit it, but you do come up with pretty good insults." She tacked on the end grudgingly. He wasn't what she thought he was, and she'd definitely deserved the bitch comment, so she could give him that.
"I despise the word mudblood above all else; as far as I'm concerned bitching at someone because they got magic from somewhere other than their parents is bull. Closely following that is lineage or bloodline or pure, any one of them. Mostly because I get all of them a lot. Remi," she said in her usual high pitched imitation of her mother, "Kalypso Malfoy is a perfectly lovely girl, why don't you try talking to her? Remi Kaida Hesterm if I see you get anywhere near that mudblood," she grimaced, "I will ground you until you die! So I also hate people who try to make me be something I'm not. So that's most of the stuff that's not important. I'm sure that I'll think of more, but as it's not important, I'm not remembering it now."
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Post by jamieholbrook on Aug 8, 2008 2:51:21 GMT -5
So she wasn't that bad, Jamie could admit. He'd been wrong, he'd also admit that. If not aloud, he'd at least think it. The marriage was still something he'd rather be disowned than go through. But die? He wasn't sure of that anymore.
"I don't really have any big secrets worth worrying about." Jamie shrugged. He was what he looked like, for the most part. Except for the loyal Defaeco member and all that. "I'm just worried that you hate me so much, you'll find a way to use it against me." He smiled as charmingly as he could manage. She probably wouldn't use it against him. He was paranoid, just the same.
"I can say the same for you." His smile was less genuine for that comment. He hated losing. Of course, he hadn't lost. They'd just... come to a compromise of sorts. Which did lend Jamie's smile a bit more reality.
Jamie nodded, not offering any comment on the majority of what Remi had said. All he would have been able to do was agree, anyway. He was still slightly disgusted by himself from using that word. He let his breath out in a long sigh. "Well. That was one of the most useless arguments I've ever had in my life." The others, of course, being with his family, about Defaeco. And Quidditch.
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Post by remi on Aug 8, 2008 3:04:47 GMT -5
"Well, I have a ton. And I can't tell anyone, because..." My parents would lock me up in a mental institution if I did was the the way that sentence usually ended in her head, but that was giving away a little too much. "Because my parents wouldn't be happy. And my friends would probably tell. Although I suppose I could use them to get myself disowned, maybe."
"I probably wouldn't use it against you," she admitted. "I'm not that creative, or hardworking." Even if she wanted to, she'd mostly just sit around and daydream about it. "But you shouldn't tell me, because someday I might get the sudden, unexplainable urge to scare the hell out of you." Yup, that sounded exactly like what she would do.
"And, like I said, I don't tell my secrets. So even if, by some freak of nature, you do end up making it on that list at all, I'm still not exactly going to be pouring my secrets out to you." The fact that you cut wasn't exactly something that you confided in your fiancee who you'd just decided wasn't a total jackass, and saying that she was terrified of getting married didn't seem that brilliant either.
"I wouldn't call that an argument," Remi said, thing. "I'd call it...more of a collective hissy fit, actually." Which sounded really mature and all, but the whole 'argument' hadn't exactly been mature anyway.
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Post by jamieholbrook on Aug 8, 2008 23:48:16 GMT -5
"Well, don't tell me then." Jamie said, frowning. He didn't need all the extra information. It wasn't like they'd have to know eachother really well or anything. They had a lot of time for that. Say, the rest of their lives. "Because I'm no good at keeping secrets." Actually, that was a complete lie. But he really didn't want to know anything that was so important that she couldn't tell her friends.
"Yeah, well. It'll probably slip accidentally someday." He frowned, sticking his tongue out a little and slipping slowly back down from his bag. "It's not something that you can really scare me with that easily. Takes a lot of planing, actually."
He wasn't going to give her anymore hints on that, because his fear wasn't something he was proud of. Maybe it would make sense if Jamie had nearly drowned as a child, or something, but he hadn't. In fact, he knew how to swim, and could do so farely well. He had no problems with pools, either. Just oceans. And the occasional lake.
"They wouldn't be secrets if you did." Jamie shrugged. Again, he'd just met his fiancee. He'd just decided she wasn't that bad. So he didn't care about her secrets. And he didn't expect her to share them.
"Angst party..." He mumbled, smiling a little. That really was what it had been. He hadn't thought he'd really ever have issues with teen angst. But then again, he never thought he'd be married before he was twenty, either.
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Post by remi on Aug 9, 2008 0:15:49 GMT -5
"Wasn't planning to," she said. God, why was she talking so much? Ugh, she might as well tell him all her screts, she was babbling enough as it was! "Neither is anyone else I know." Okay, so that was a lie. They could keep secrets fine-just not when they thought her safety was at stake. Jesus, the way she was yattering, she was probably about to tell him that too.
"Well, that's good, if it's going to end up slipping out anway. I'll try to not hear when it does, I tend to be good at that." she assured him. "I don't put much effort into planning anyway, so if t takes a lot of planning, I probably won't ever bother." She shifted slowly, lowering herself to the ground.
Again with the yattering too much. Was she trying to make him so curious that he asked? What was wrong with her today? "Well, you can tell secrets to a few people," she pointed out. "Just not the whole world. Then it's not a secret." Excellent. She was debating when a secret was not longer a secret with her fiancee.
"Pretty much, yeah," she agreed. One hell of an angst party. But it wasn't happening anymore, at least. Thank god for some small blessings, at least.
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Post by jamieholbrook on Aug 9, 2008 1:22:55 GMT -5
Jamie half-smiled, shrugging. "Wasn't expecting you two." He picked up his well-worn sketchbook again. He flipped it open, but not to the same page as before. Remi might not have been a horrible person, but he still didn't want her seeing his Master Plan. "These aren't really good times for secret-keeping, anyway," He commented, using a green pen- which he got from god knew where- to draw a dinosaur, accenting it with red fairy wings and a kangaroo pouch.
Jamie grinned. Oh, now he wouldn't be able to resist. Testing people was a bad habit, yes. But one he enjoyed thoroughly. "Oh, I'm sure you'll notice when I tell you I'm afraid of the ocean." He said casually, over the sound of his pen scratching. A flamingo. With a mohawk. And those muggle boots... Uggs, or something.
"You're not helping your own case very much, you know." He said, looking up at Remi and pointing his pen at her out of instinct. His look was more intense than he meant it to be, and more than he realized. "It's like you want somebody to ask. You want somebody to really want to know." He shrugged, turning back to his drawng. "Honestly, I don't expect you to trust me. It's just what I'm seeing."
"Those don't really happen to me," He said, tone apologetic. "So I apologize. But they are going to... occur a lot more. Again, sorry."
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Post by remi on Aug 12, 2008 18:55:17 GMT -5
"No, they're not." Remi agreed. "But they're the times when you do have to keep some secrets. It's dangerous to tell too much to someone, no matter how close you are. Anyone can be exploited." She looked at him curiously. "What're you drawing?" she asked, a bit timidly. It wasn't a common thing fro Remi, but she didn't know how he was going to react. And that made her cautious. Times a lot.
"I'm sure I wo-oh. Nice," she said, just realizing what he'd said. "Okay, so I almost didn't. You have to admit, I am pretty good at missing most of what's said, though." She looked at his grin, smiling a bit. "Enjoying ouselves, are we?"
He was right, actually, she did want someone to know. But that wasn't exactly something she went around telling people. She didn't talk about how she was always torn between hiding everything and letting her carefully maintained shields fall around other people...but she shouldn't be thinking about that. "I don't," she insisted.
"They happen to me a lot, but I shouldn't have taken my mood out on you. You're sort of the cause, but it's not really your fault, I suppose, so sorry." She shrugged. "I can handle most angst parties. So it's fine, it's not like I'm not going to be having my own."
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Post by jamieholbrook on Aug 19, 2008 23:44:32 GMT -5
Jamie nodded along to Remi's words, smiling when she asked about the drawing and holding it up in the middle of drawing a potato with a mustache. "Nothing in particular." He said, pointing at each drawing with his pen before setting the pad back down on his lap and doodling some more, finishing the mustache and adding a top hat.
"Oh, you have no idea." He said lightly, brushing some hair out of his eyes. "Messing with other people's minds is one of my favorite pasttimes when I'm not drawing or writing." He looked back to his drawing, adding an eye with a pupil in the shape of a teardrop. It really didn't fit in with the rest of the page, but it was pretty. So Jamie left it where it was.
"Mhm, sure." He said, not looking up but smiling slightly to himself. Honestly, it must be something pretty bad, to be able to deny it so strongly. Making Jamie want to know the secret even more. He'd probably figure it out someday, though... They were only going to spend the rest of their lives together. His nose wrinkled a little at the thought.
Jamie looked up at Remi from underneath his bangs. "Well, I don't suggest you take them out on me, because..." He took a deep breath, looking back to the paper. "I don't deal well with crap from other people." [/center]
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Post by remi on Aug 21, 2008 19:45:04 GMT -5
Remi giggled a little at his drawings. "They're gorgeous," she said sarcastically. But they were funny. "Is that a potato?" she asked. She fidgeted, trying to find a comfortable way to sit. GAH. She hated skirts, you just couldn't sit in them. It was so annoying. She settled for on her knees, sitting on her feet. Her feet were going to fall asleep, but it couldn't be helped.
"And I'm probably going to either pull another stunt like just now, or completely miss what you say. I get like that sometimes." Remi said. She looked at what she could see of his paper. "The eye's pretty," she said.
Remi rolled her eyes. "I don't, but go ahead and think I do if you want." she told him. A lie, but a necessary one. The smile slid off her face thinking about it. And it wasn't like she could tell anyone about the cutting, or being afraid of getting married, or...anything. And she certainly couldn't tell him.
"I'll try not to," Remi said apologetically. "Can't make any promises, but I will try." She smirked. "I didn't notice. I don't either."
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