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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 22, 2009 5:04:10 GMT -5
"Why thank you. I have always depended upon the kidness of strangers." Ah, the southern belle act. It was scary how many people in LA seemed to think it was the reality of life down south. I moved through the door and raised an eyebrow at him from the other side. "You gotta be kidding me right? Because the day I become a lady, you become a gentleman, and that ain't happening."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 22, 2009 5:07:41 GMT -5
"Hey, I'll have you know there's a very nice lady in Spain who thinks I'm the ideal gentleman," he said, opening the door. "Of course, she also owes me about 50 thou American. She lost a bet."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 23, 2009 7:35:30 GMT -5
"She'd have had too - wait, if you're owned fifty thousand dollars why is my mother wasting money paying indirectly for you to not sleep in tombs? And why would you lend that much in the first place? I don't know how far away this place is, but you're going to be explaining all the way there."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 23, 2009 16:46:04 GMT -5
"Like I said, it was a bet," he said with a shrug. "She thought there was no way in hell vampires existed. I proved her wrong. However, she only made the bet because she thought I'd loose. She doesn't actually HAVE the money, hence she sweet talks me every time i see her," simple story, totally true. He really had to collect one of these days. Eh, at least he had a place to crash everytime he was in Spain.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 24, 2009 7:37:56 GMT -5
"Ah, I wish I knew people that stupid, though in my case I'd actually like it if they had the money. Being so obviously impoverished and all." I paused for a moment, and turned to him. "Don't go making bets with my mother. I may not like her all that much, but I'm counting on that money for many, many interesting projects when they both roll over, stick their legs in the air and stop moving." I locked the door and headed for the window, before checking myself and heading for the stairs. "Sorry. Forgot you can't, you know, do that."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 24, 2009 18:23:31 GMT -5
"That's fine," he said. "I guess you kinda get used to things. Like me checking for easy exits or explosives. Don't ask," he added. "Long story. And any bets i make with your mother, you'll get a cut, sdon't worry."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 29, 2009 5:22:15 GMT -5
"You've done the research, you know I'm her only kid and her new husband's about a virile as a dead slug and yet you try to persuade me to take a cut? To be utterly blunt, and since there's no feeling involved I feel I have a right to be, I'm getting all of that, and I'm going to use it to build the biggest library in Africa, attached to the biggest school, attached to the biggest hospital. Or something similar." As we stepped out onto the street I looked up and down. "Now, where are we going?"
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 29, 2009 5:28:23 GMT -5
"Well let's see..." he said looking up and down the street. Just as he was about to move off he stopped.
And looked across that street to a book shop that had not previously been there, clearly labelled 'Planet Library'.
"Smart ass," Doc muttered, adding a "Show off," Before turning to Jessy. "Right across the street apparently. Shall we?"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 29, 2009 5:35:04 GMT -5
I turned to move up the street, turning back at his voice, and found myself staring at..., well, something that hadn't been there before. And which had replaced my local grocery store. "A shop that moves. This city doesn't get old, does it? I mean, there are dragons, and demon bars and other stuff just like that, and you get used to it, and then they throw a library that moves into the mix." I cracked my knuckles semi-threateningly and moved to cross the street.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 29, 2009 5:39:57 GMT -5
"Mal's just a show off," Doc said following her. "The shop has a spell so it can only be found if he wants it to be. That includes moving around. To everyone else, whatever's usualy there is still there," Dc shrugged as they reached the store front. "It's just for us we get... well, I hope you like books," he opened the door for her, revealing, the now familiar (to him) sight of wall to wall books.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Dec 30, 2009 6:30:18 GMT -5
"I... I like books," I managed, before my eyes grew as wide as saucers, leaving little to no room for speech. I'd seen libraries before, practically lived in them at one time, but no where had had an aura quite like this one - as if the whole of boundless knowledge was paradoxically kept inside the walls of books, perhaps not even in the books themselves. It was a little mindboggling - a tad upsetting perhaps, as well, for a scholar - and so for a moment I simply gaped.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Dec 31, 2009 3:40:28 GMT -5
"I can see that," Doc said, leaning against the now closed door with a smirk. "You want a bowl for all that drool?"
"Jackson, be nice. You didn't exactly give her a warning on what she was about to see," Mal said, standing up from his table, his usual blank book snapping shut. "Miss Jackson. Apologies for my rude actions in regards to your information. When Doc said he knew a shifter, I'm afraid I got a little... excited. It's a regrettable personality flaw."
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