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Post by Very Funky Disco on May 17, 2009 0:00:49 GMT -5
"You shouldn't give up, Jerome," Marty commented, gently. "It's like Doc is always saying. It put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything." "Yeah, Marty is right," agreed Artie, nodding. OOC: Right now, I'm more interested in continuing this one. I have to figure out what happens on October 25 of 1985 in this universe.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on May 17, 2009 15:49:54 GMT -5
“I suppose that’s true of some things,” Jerome replied, as he jumped on a Koopa and sent its shell hurtling into a group of Goombas. “But when it comes to schoolwork, I’m nothing but a failure. The only place I’ve ever been able to succeed in is the kitchen.” [Yeah, so am I. This is actually the first crossover RP I’ve ever done, and I’m having a lot of fun with it. And October 25 of 1985 is when Marty first uses the time machine, right?]
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Post by Very Funky Disco on May 17, 2009 15:59:45 GMT -5
Marty felt unsure of what to say to that - and he had to admit that, perhaps, Jerome had a point. For instance, Marty didn't think he could ever become as athletic as his twin. Then again, he also wasn't even very much interested in sports. On the same token, he didn't think that his twin had the ability to become a guitarist - like him.
"Perhaps, you are right," Marty replied, gently. "Different people do have different innate talents. Still, I also think motivation and personal interest also has a little something to do with it. For instance, if 'pleasing your dad' is your only motivation to working on a task, then..."
"I'm not going to pretend that I know your dad," added Artie, gently, "but I do think it's very unreasonable for him to not allow you to have your own interests. Have you, perhaps, tried telling your dad how you feel?"
OCC: Actually, it's early morning of October 26 - but, yeah, that is when the movie starts.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on May 17, 2009 16:17:40 GMT -5
Jerome sighed openly. “Many times,” he said. “As a child, I had one of those little easy-bake ovens that I used to like to play with. When my mother’s friends would come over, I’d make them all cupcakes and pass them around. My mother and her friends all thought it was cute. Then my father found out, and took away my easy-bake oven. He hid it somewhere, I suppose, or gave it away. The following day, he came home with a football and expected me to know how to use it. When I wasn’t able to kick it properly, he laughed and called me a sissy.” Tears began to gather at the corners of Jerome’s green eyes, and he wiped them away quickly before either of the McFly brothers could notice. [Ah, that’s right. I’d forgotten that Marty and Doc meet behind the mall at midnight. ]
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Post by Very Funky Disco on May 17, 2009 17:47:10 GMT -5
"I'm so sorry, Jerome," whispered Marty, as tears filled his own eyes. He couldn't even begin to imagine the feeling of being unappreciated your own father. He began to feel eternally grateful that his own father had never tried to push sports on him. Then again, George himself was never really the athletic type.
"I wish I knew what to suggeste," added Artie, as he also had tears in his eyes. "If you don't mind, can I ask you a question? Did you ever try tel;ling your father that you loved him?"
OCC: That's right. I'm almost starting to wish I had used the original timeline model, so that Marty would be able to better commiserate with Jerome. Still, I had to make Marty's parents members of the VFD - as to tie it in more with the ASOUE Universe. I the being in the VFD would've made George realize his inner courage much sooner.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on May 17, 2009 22:14:15 GMT -5
Jerome was incredibly touched that two people he had only just met would show him this much compassion. The fact that Marty and Artie each had tears in their eyes was proof enough that they cared about his wellbeing. “Not since I was little,” Jerome replied with a sniff. “Even then, I don’t ever recall Father saying it back to me. When I asked Mother, she explained he wasn’t the type to show affection and to not take it personally.” [Well, since this is AU, I wouldn’t worry too much about the timeline being one-hundred percent accurate. And I totally agree with you about George’s initiation into V.F.D. would have boosted his confidence significantly. That was so sweet to have Marty and Artie shed tears for Jerome! I love guys who cry. ]
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Post by Very Funky Disco on May 17, 2009 22:23:12 GMT -5
"Ah, I see," Marty replied, nervously. He couldn't imagine his parents being the type of people to not be affectionate. "Well, when I have children - I plan to show them plenty of affection." "Yeah, same here," agreed Artie. "I understand that this might not be much of a substitute, but you could talk to our father. He's not really into sports, himself. I mean, he likes to play tennis and golf - but that's about the extent of it. Actually, I'm the only one in this family who's really into sports." OCC: Hey, thanks. Tomorrow, I should maybe introduce George.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on May 17, 2009 23:01:32 GMT -5
In all his eighteen years, Jerome had never had a male mentor with whom he could speak with on an personal level. He was so grateful to Marty and Artie for offering to “share” their father with him that he nearly hugged them both. Then Jerome thought they might not like that, and so he restrained himself quickly. “I’ve played tennis at my parents’ country club,” he explained. “But I’m not very good. The only ones who are patient enough to play with me are Kit and Jacques Snicket.” [You’re welcome. And I’m looking forward to having my Jerome interact with your George.]
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Post by Very Funky Disco on May 18, 2009 0:18:09 GMT -5
Almost as if on cue, George stepped into the bedroom. "How are you boys enjoying the Nintendo?" he asked, jovially. Then, noticing Jerome, he added , "Well, I don't think I've seen you before. Who might you be?"
"This is my father, George McFly," Marty explained, flashing a lopsided smile.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on May 18, 2009 0:41:17 GMT -5
“J-Jerome Squalor,” Jerome replied, doing his best to conceal his stutter and failing as he continued. “I-I hope you d-don’t mind me s-stopping by like this. But M-Marty in-invited me.”
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Post by Very Funky Disco on May 18, 2009 3:49:14 GMT -5
"Oh, no, Jerome!" gasped George, as a smile spread across his face. "It's a pleasure to meet you! Our boys have always had good taste in friends."
"Aw, Dad!" groaned Marty and Artie, in unison. They could hardly keep the smiles of their faces, though.
"Well, it's true," insisted George. He smiled, as he gazed into Jerome's green eyes. The young man appeared to be quite shy - and, in fact, reminded George of himself. When George was a young boy, he was also quite shy. "Well, Jerome, don't be a stranger. Come over more often, okay?"
OOC: I hope I got the eye colour correct.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on May 18, 2009 13:52:43 GMT -5
“O.K.,” Jerome said, relieved as his stutter finally appeared to be dying away. He had never been entirely sure of the reason why he stuttered— only that his parents believed it to be related to his baby-talk stage, which he had finally outgrown just before entering the fourth grade. It had caused him considerable embarrassment as a child, but as a young man he found his stuttering even more difficult to deal with. [Yup, you did. ]
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Post by Very Funky Disco on May 18, 2009 14:06:35 GMT -5
"My wife should be back very soon," explained George, just before he left the room.
"Now, uh, what were we talking about?" asked Marty, nervously.
"I think we were talking about tennis," replied Artie. "That's one game I could help coach you with, Jerome. That's if you're interested, of course."
OOC: Wow! That I can relate to. I didn't start speaking in complete sentences until I was five. That would explain why Jerome felt so insecure.
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Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on May 18, 2009 16:11:08 GMT -5
“Really?” Jerome asked, his voice lined with disbelief. “Wouldn’t it frustrate you if I was unable to catch on right away? Father used to hire instructors for me. But they always gave up after a few weeks because of my failure follow instructions properly.”
[One of my friends in high school had a younger brother who didn’t start talking until he was about five. I can’t help but imagine that Jerome had a lot of childhood insecurities that shaped him into the adult we know in the canon.]
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Post by Very Funky Disco on May 18, 2009 16:42:40 GMT -5
"Well, it's up to you," Artie replied, gently. "If you're interested enough, I'd be more than happy to help you. No offence, but your father sounds like a real jerk."
OOC: Yeah, I think that makes sense.
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