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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jun 30, 2010 7:35:46 GMT -5
"Yeah," said Jerome, happy that Marty remembered one of his interests. "It's one of my favorites, too.
"As for pizza, I don't see any other way to go than with plain cheese." He chuckled. "Not Andrew, though. He can pile on the pepperoni and hot sauce like there's no tomorr - oh."
Jerome stopped speaking at that point, as the little bell above the door caught his attention. Along with the twins, he peered over the rim of the jukebox as a young woman entered. She was around their own ages and was devastatingly beautiful, with dark hair that rested in soft waves about her shoulders. Her eyes were a startling, oceanic blue, her complexion giving the impression that she didn't venture out into the sun all that much.
Jerome watched the girl closely as she ordered something at the counter. It wasn't until she turned that their eyes locked and he felt his cheeks flame, as if someone had stuffed them full of hot coals. This sensation only intensified when he realized she was advancing toward the boys' booth. He prayed that if she spoke to him, that he would be able to avoid doing or saying anything stupid. This was a constant concern of his whenever meeting new people, a feeling which had plagued him during the first ten or fifteen minutes after meeting Marty and Artie.
Jerome was so busy worrying about what might happen, he hadn't realized that the girl had reached the booth.
"Hello," she said. "Would you mind if I sit here? All of the other tables and booths are taken."
"N-n-no," Jerome stammered.
The girl smiled around the table as she slid into her seat. "Thanks. I'm Esmé Salinger, by the way. I'm on my way home from boarding school, and my bus stopped here before heading on to San Francisco, where I live with my guardian."
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Jun 30, 2010 8:44:20 GMT -5
"Pleased to meet you, Esme," replied Artie, as he also found the girl to be beautiful. After all, unlike his twin, he didn't have a girlfriend. "So, uh, where are you from?"
"What kind of music do you listen to, Esme?" asked Marty, flashing a lopsided smile.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jun 30, 2010 11:18:58 GMT -5
"I grew up in Paltryville," Esmé replied, "a small town near San Francisco. Any of you guys ever heard of it?
"As for music, I mostly like pop, such as Belinda Carlisle, Cyndi Lauper, and Roxette."
Esmé grinned, and it was for the first time that Jerome noticed the tiny birthmark near her chin on the left side of her face. It was almost too small to distinguish, but still he saw almost at once that the birthmark was heart-shaped.
How cute, he thought, and hoped Esmé wouldn't notice him staring.
Apparently she didn't, as she was too busy rattling down a list of her interests for Jerome and the twins. "But I don't mind gettin' down and rockin' out to something like Bon Jovi now and then, either," she told them. "Just ask my best friend, Geraldine Julienne."
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Jun 30, 2010 15:54:01 GMT -5
"Oh, yeah, I love Bon Jovi!" gushed Marty. "My twin would be the one more into the other stuff you mentioned, though - even though I do like them, some of the time."
"Yeah, while I do enjoy hard rock," agreed Artie, "I also have an appreciation for softer music. Say, do you like Christopher Cross?"
Just then, Over the Hills and Far Away by Led Zeppelin began to play. To Marty's embarrassment, tears filled his eyes. The acoustic guitar intro always got to him - and, in fact, the whole song moved him. But why, oh why, did he have to hear it in a public place? He moved to step up from the table
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jun 30, 2010 17:11:20 GMT -5
(Aww, poor Marty! 'Tis so sweet that he cried, though. I'm glad you were able to work his standard reaction to Over the Hills and Far Away in. "Hey, Marty," said Jerome, "where are you going?" Had he hurt Marty's feelings somehow? Had he said something wrong? Was he paying too much attention to Esmé and not enough to his new friend? No, Jerome scolded himself. Stop it. It's just your paranoia talking.Esmé held up one red, long-nailed finger to Artie, indicating to him to hold onto his thought and that she'd answer his question in a minute. Turning to Marty - who was in the process of edging away from the booth - she asked concernedly, "Are you O.K.? You look as though you're going to cry."
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Jun 30, 2010 17:33:29 GMT -5
OOC: That must have been a little shocking to Jerome, who probably figured Marty to be least likely out of the trio of boys to end up in an embarrassing situation.
"It's the song," whispered Marty, as tears rolled down his cheeks. "It's so beautiful, and I really love it - but I can't help but cry."
"I'm about as bad as Marty," Artie confessed, softly, "when it comes to All My Love by the same band. Led Zeppelin, that is. All My Love actually is a sad song, though."
Marty leaned back, knowing that it was too late. Fortunately, his new acquaintances didn't seem to think badly of him. He continued to weep silently.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 2, 2010 10:03:02 GMT -5
(Yeah, I agree. And to think, all this time Jerome was worrying he would be the one to do something he felt was embarrassing. Awww. "Don't worry, Marty," Jerome said. "You aren't the only one to ever cry because of something you've heard or seen. Take me, for example. Every Christmas I watch It's a Wonderful Life with my mother and brother, and I always end up crying. But I'm never ashamed, and neither should you be." "Really?" asked Esmé, who turned to Jerome and smiled. "It's a Wonderful Life" made you cry? Me, too. I mean, it wasn't that movie in particular that made me cry. But the book, Anna Karenina, did." To his surprise, Esmé reached over and laid her hand over Jerome's. Her hand was warm, and he blushed noticeably beneath the dimly lit chandelier suspended overhead.
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Jul 2, 2010 10:28:09 GMT -5
"I've cried a little, too," added Artie, "to that movie. What especially touches me is that part towards the end, when George Bailey is reunited with his friends and family." Then realizing something, he added, "Even though it's not particularly sad. I think I understand a little better now why this song moves Marty. As far as songs go, I generally only cry to sad songs."
Marty smiled a little, through his tears - even though he was focused a little more on the song. Perhaps, if it wasn't being played as loudly - the song wouldn't have gotten him, quite as much.
Artie then leaned over, smiled slyly, and whispered, "Well, I guess you two now know one way to tell the two of us apart."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 2, 2010 16:31:28 GMT -5
"I think I'm starting to be able to spot the differences between you and Marty," Jerome said. "Artie, you're more the jokester type, while Marty is more sensitive."
"You two must have had some great times playing pranks on your teachers when you were kids," Esmé indicated. She grinned, her straight, pearl-white teeth framed by full, red lips. "Or were you guys always too mature for that?" She pivoted and winked at Jerome, whose face flushed over in bright crimson as her ocean-blue eyes met his emerald-green ones.
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Jul 2, 2010 17:01:44 GMT -5
"Oh, yes," Artie replied, smiling. "In fact, every April Fool's Day, Marty and I would dress up as each other. It became a little harder, once we entered junior high - as we didn't have all the same classes together. Of course, most everyone is already expecting for us to switch places - but they don't seem to mind."
He glanced at Marty, who was still weeping. "Yeah, my twin is the sensitive type. Granted, it doesn't always manifest in tears - and it can sometimes get him in trouble. Like, for instance, when people call him a 'chicken'. He tends to get into some real... Well, suffice to say, I tend to worry about him."
Finally, the outro started - and Artie grew silent. He then placed his arm around his twin. He reached into his pocket for a tissue. Then, as the final loud long note played, Artie began to dry Marty's eyes with the tissue.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 3, 2010 14:54:52 GMT -5
(Oh, that is adorable! What sort of guy would dry his brother's tears like that? Artie needs to win an award or something. ;D)
"What about you?" Esmé asked, turning to Jerome. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"I have one brother," he replied, "Andrew, who's twelve. He's quite advanced for his age and is a member of three different sports teams."
"Are you two close?"
"Yes, I'd say so. Andrew's a good kid."
"You're lucky. I always wanted a sibling. But my parents were so poor they were afraid to bring another child into the world after me."
"Well, Andrew isn't perfect," Jerome said. "There are times when he annoys me."
Esmé smiled. "He's very fortunate, though; to have such a patient and understanding older brother. A very..." She paused, as if afraid to continue, and bit down on her lower lip. "Handsome older brother."
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Jul 3, 2010 15:35:34 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, Artie probably does. Also, Marty would be in a sticky situation - if his band mates wanted their band to perform Over the Hills and Far Away at a concert.
"We have an older brother, too," piped in Artie. "His name's Dave. Marty and I get along with him, most of the time - but we're not as close to him, as we are to each other. He works as an executive, and plans to move to New York."
"Then we have a sister named Linda," added Marty. "She's two years older than us, and works at a boutique. She is quite the boy crazy type, though. She seems to always have several boyfriends at once."
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 4, 2010 13:57:27 GMT -5
(You should keep that idea in mind for a later scene in the RP, maybe. From the sound of it, it would make for a great finale.)
Esmé couldn't help but giggle at the mention of the twins' sister. "She sounds a lot like the girls I went to school with. That is, the ones I knew up until I started attending boarding school. The girls there seem to be a little too focused on their studies to think about boys." She paused. "Well, except for Geraldine, who's got her eyes set on this guy, Monty Montgomery. She's hoping he'll ask her to the upcoming Fall Ball."
Jerome - who had not stopped blushing ever since Esmé had used the word 'handsome' to describe him - was suddenly dragged out of his daydream of walking through a field of wildflowers with his newly found love interest. "You don't mean the same Monty Montgomery who attends the boarding school up in the Mortmain Mountains, do you?"
"Why, yes!" Esmé grinned. "Do you know him?"
Jerome returned her smile and said, "I do - along with Jacques Snicket and his siblings."
"I know Jacques! His older brother is the boyfriend of my roommate, Beatrice Taylor." Esmé clapped her long-nailed hands together in excitement. "This is so awesome! When I walked in here, I had no idea I'd be meeting someone whose associates were the same as mine. Small world, isn't it?"
Jerome nodded.
"What about Bertrand Baudelaire?" Esmé asked. "Do you know him, too?"
Jerome nodded again. "Both his parents and mine are members of the same country club. We've known each other for years."
"He's certainly a comedian, isn't he? Whenever I'm feeling down or stressed out from school, he never fails to make me laugh."
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Post by Very Funky Disco on Jul 4, 2010 20:51:35 GMT -5
OOC: I like that idea, too. Good suggestion.
OOC2: The date would now be October 20 of 1985, so this would be the day that Doc disappears. We have to figure what would happen on October 26.
"I would love to meet them, someday," commented Marty, flashing a lopsided smile.
"By the way," added Artie, "you forgot to answer my question. What is your opinion on Christopher Cross?"
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jul 5, 2010 0:01:48 GMT -5
(Thanks - I was remembering the end of the first BttF film. Yeah, you're right. I have a few ideas, and if you have any, we can always work out the details via PM.) Esmé had been so taken with Jerome, that Artie's question had completely slipped her mind. She blushed, and Jerome swore it was the sweetest thing he'd ever seen any girl do before. But he said nothing, and instead sat quietly beside Esmé as she turned to Artie. "Oops," she said. "Sorry. But yes, he's another favorite singer of mine. My mother and father couldn't afford to buy records when I was growing up, but we had a player and would often borrow albums from friends. Then one evening my father came home with a copy of Christopher Cross' self titled album. From the moment my father put it on the record player and I heard Cross' voice for the first time, I fell in love. My parents - who were both vocally gifted - used to sing Best That You Can Do to me whenever I was sick or couldn't sleep." Smiling, she turned to Marty and said, "It's one of the few songs that makes me cry."
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