dreams, hopes, plans and wishes ~

[Emilie Gael Duprae]

Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose

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Voices were buzzing inside the big coffee-shop as it got to the busiest time of day. Many of the students from both the two major colleges in the city were stuck up in piles around the large tables. Some discussing exams, some preparing for those and some just chit-chatting with each other about this and that. The buzz was comfortable and gave some off some sort of safety. It made her feel comfortable. Like most other people, the quite unusual girl sitting alone my a smaller table felt safer when being surrounded by other people. She had her head leaned down on her hands with her chin. Both elbows were placed casually on the table, supporting the weight of Emilie's head as she sat there and thought to herself. She was in fact in a very good mood – but when did you ever see her not-happy? She was the single most happy and cheerful person on the planet. But her usual hyper-activity was in that moment hard to notice since she was thinking everything through. She had been in town for a few weeks now and she absolutely loved it! She loved going to college, she loved making all these new friends without having to leave them again and she loved the boiling hot coffee in front of her. Basically, she had fallen for everything in the city and the feeling she got from it.

Usually, the unusual girl from circus would have walked straight up to some group of people and get to know them. - She wasn't at all shy about that ! But today she had set her mind on waiting. Maybe someone would in fact walk up to her and talk to her without her making the effort. She would like very much to know that someone gave her a chance without her almost forcing that someone to getting to know her. She wanted someone to sit down on the chair in front of her and talk to her – not because it was impolite to ignore her – but because he or she genuinely was curious about her. Of all people, a girl with bright red hair, tattoos and piercings should wake some sort of interest from at least one. And if not a stranger she wouldn't mind someone she knew contacting her! After all, you had to take care of the friendships you've already made. No point in befriending someone and not talking to them afterward.

Emi freed herself from the thought of the new place she had gotten to and let her big orange-brown bambi eyes wander and take in all the impressions for her sight. She noticed every little face and smile and the facial expressions the workers, making coffee for all the young people, had in their faces. Some looked happy and some looked sad. Emi guessed that it was probably a matter of how you felt about your job. She would personally love working in such a place. She would get in contact with other people all the time. But of course there were bad customers too to worry about. Not that she was looking for a job. She had all focus on her dreams of becoming an aerial acrobat. She had thought about asking for a job in 'Bob's summer circus'. Her parents had known 'Bobby' for a long while and Emi had met him quite a few times through her upbringing too. He was a nice man really. She enjoyed his company. Maybe he'd accept her as a part of his circus for the summer.

Things seemed to quiet down after everybody had found themselves a chair or sofa and they started talking more quietly around the tables. Still, no tables were free so maybe there would be a great chance that someone would walk to her and settle down on the chair in front of her. She hoped no one would come and ask her, if they could take that chair and add to their table. That would ruin her entire plan completely! So she crossed her fingers and kept hoping. She smiled widely up to the people passing by, showing them a part of her bubbly personality. Not one of them sat down.. But never did she loose her spirit. If it was meant to happen it would happen – if it didn't: Well then it obviously was not meant to happen.

She let out a little hum before lifting coffee to her full lips. She took a few careful sips, trying not to burn her tongue on it, and felt the warm fluid run down and heat up her neck and stomach.

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Notes: Tadaaaah! Works without them knowing each other and works with them knowing each other ;D
Lyrics: We are golden - Mika
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[Jordan Dredd]

I’VE LEARNED TO TALK WITH MY FINGERS
THE ONLY VOICE THAT WAKES MY EARS

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Starbucks. One of Jordans least favorite places to be. There were just so many people always in that place and they all seemed to be vibrating, yes vibrating or rather pulsating at a faster pace than he was used to. It was definitely all of that caffeine that they pumped into all of those damned drinks that Jordan sometimes drank. More often than not he stuck to a water or the pink lemonade drink, that had a clever title that always seemed to escape his mind. The fact that Jordan had actually gotten in before the mad morning rush was a surprise to him, usually he was not one for early starts but he needed to catch up on some work. So he figured starbucks was the way to go because most people and or things that could distract Jordan would never think to look here, because he wasn’t really a fan of coffee or anything caffeinated. It was really a wonder how Jordan had gone this long without going the mass amounts of people that seem to live off of coffee, especially other students. This place was a home away from home almost, especially to the more dedicated students, not Jordan though. He honestly did not understand how some people came here every day for hours on end, either studying in small groups or just chit chatting about things that were irrelevant to Jordan. Either way, Jordan was not going to make a habit out of coming to this place, though he would give it credit because he had gotten through most of the work he needed to get done. Now though, now was time for a small, much deserved break.

Jordan shook his head, letting out a small aggravated sigh as he looked up from the book on the romantic era, glancing around the coffee shop again. It was one of the busiest times of the day now and he was no longer reading the words in the book and actually retaining the information they yielded. He rubbed his eyes and looked around the busy Starbucks, swarms and swarms of people seemed to have flocked to this small shop in less than half an hour. He flicked his tired gaze to his phone, noting that it was way later than he had thought and he had been sitting in the corner, hidden away from human communication for way too many hours, reading about the stupid romantic era artists; not by his choice of course. It was time for yet another time consuming paper that was due in his elective history class and naturally he got stuck with the romantic era, probably one of the most popular and over done eras. “dang romantics.” He murmured to himself as he placed the book back into his bag, along with his lap top, getting ready to leave and find something fun to do.

Jordan stood up and stretched his tense muscles, instantly feeling his muscles loosen up and sigh with relief. He glanced around, shuddering lightly at how cramped this place actually was, it was basically shoulder to shoulder and everyone seemed to by biding their time, waiting for a seat to open up. As soon as he moved from his seat a couple of kids practically gazelle leaped at the table, beating out a couple that looked like they had come here, hoping for a quiet date. He grinned and shook his head at the two parties exchanged dirty looks before the defeated couple reluctantly left the Starbucks. “wow”]he muttered under his breath as he navigated his way though tables, bags and computer cords that made an obstacle course for him; at least he was stretching his cramped muscles.

As Jordans hazel gaze swept through the Starbucks, planning a path of least resistance to the door his gaze landed on a familiar red head, pulling a slow grin to his lips. It was Emi and he absolutely adored the girl, though it was slightly too bad that she was a Balston kid, though he didn’t tend to let that fact ruin a good friendship. He watched her as he made his way over to her, determined to snag the open chair before someone else sat down, which by the way Emi was looking around, smiling all hopeful was what she wanted. As he walked by her he ruffled her hair before sitting down opposite to her, a large grin pulling his lips up at the corner. “Emi, how are you darling?” he asked in an overdramatic, fake British tone, as if he were some posh old woman coming across an old friend. His bad imitation faded into a small laugh as he set his tattooed hands on the table in front of him, his grin calming down to a charming smile. “I hope I’m sufficient enough company, it kinda looked like you were hoping someone would sit down and strike up a conversation.” He commented while briefly flicking his gaze out to the crowd before back to her.

OH, MAKE MY BONES DO SOMETHING
EVER WANNA JUMP OUT OF YOUR SKIN?

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• Notes: ahh im sorry its not good and totally rushed, but I wanted to give you a post before I went away, but I didn't leave myself enough time for a decent one. next one will be better. promise!
  
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[Emilie Gael Duprae]

Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose

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Emilie was starting to consider if she should just leave. Her thoughts in that moment consisted of fear that people didn't dare talk to her because she looked the way she did. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if they were as in every other place in the states she had been. Human beings had that primitive fear of the unknown, and if anyone was so be defined as unknown it was Emi. She seemed so strange and not like most of the other kids. Emi liked to think that everyone was unique and kept holding on to that point of view. But sometimes she had to admit how alike most people were. Teenagers here were doing the same, had the same style, same rankings as any other place on earth. Maybe -just maybe – people wasn't all individual. How often had she not experienced someone having one opinion when talking to her and another opinion as soon as the friends came over. Maybe, kids were just part of that group-culture-thing. They were in a group and the members of it would have all the same opinions – often from the 'queen bee'. Oh, how the world seemed dull like that.

Emi wasn't all like that though. She had of course been a part of a ”family” with 30 members through her upbringing. But unlike these kinds of groupings – her troupe had appreciated individuality. They taught the kids to think themselves and make their own point of views instead of influencing them to thinking the same as the parents. Surely, there was points where everybody thought the same but it wasn't many. No, the circus did like individuality because individuality brought new ideas and new ideas kept the shows fresh instead of the same boring thing. So naturally, Emi had a set of opinions that was no one elses. She liked to think of herself as special too. With her special appearances and point of views, she was pretty sure that there was no one much like her in the world. However, she had met this guy some time ago who seemed to be much alike her personalitywise. She loved it! Now she had someone she could act childish and silly with and have a hell of a good time! And he was rather cute too which was definitely a plus in her book. Yes, Jordan had really gotten to her mind lately. But right now she didn't see him as much more than a friend. At least that was what she told herself. The only flaw she had found about him was that he was a Luxford kid. Obviously everybody hated people from the other school. And if she had been part of that group-identity she probably wouldn't have talked to Jordan at all to start with. But Emi liked to think of herself as an individual so obviously she didn't care all that much.

Seeing his face made her smile all over and she tilted her head slightly to the side while quickly glacing around him and lastly looked right into his eye. Her own eyes were shining with cheer and she got to her feet and half-hugged him before finally settling down on her chair again. She ran her hands through the curly bright red hair to make sure it wasn't like all over the place anymore. ”Hi Jordiiiie! How're you girl?” she greeted him in one of those shallow ways most preteens used with their girlfriends. She could not help herself but giggle a bit when she wasn't quite good at that act – so she dropped it pretty fast. before She took another sip from her coffee.. It was one of those decaff lattés. She liked the taste of coffee but she had plenty of energy herself so why would she drink it with the caff? She then leaned back in her chair. ”Hmmmm... I don't know really.... Okay, you're company will do.. if you make an effort at least” she told him teasingly with that rouge-ish glimpse in her big bambi eyes. ”I'm all fine, thanks! But horribly horribly bored!” she grimaced and stuck out her tongue while squeezing her eyes together.

”What have you been up to today? Anything thrillingly exciting?? Oh, please tell me” she begged with big puppy eyes – yes, as mentioned before, Emi had a childs soul inside of her. Of course this was another joke of hers – being overly dramatic and all. She did that a lot. But most people actually seemed to play along with it! She tilted her head very much to the side and blinked with her long black eyelashes – almost like a charmer really. She just didn't look like much of a temptation. But she did looked cute with that gesture. A thought crossed her memory and a huge smile went over her soft full lips. The enthusiasm was almost shining through her eyes and the way she straightened her back. Almost seeming like she was on tip toes, even though she was sitting. ”Jordan, Jordan, Jordan, Jordan!! I have something like really cool to tell you!” she said with a firm nodd.

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Notes: :] Hope you had a good weekend, love! :3 <3
Lyrics: We are golden - Mika
Tagged: Jordan :]

[Jordan Dredd]

I’VE LEARNED TO TALK WITH MY FINGERS
THE ONLY VOICE THAT WAKES MY EARS

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Jordan couldn’t help but smile widely at her half hug, enjoying the close contact, he was a bit of a touchy feely guy, always needing a reassuring hand or a touch to the knee or arm to let him know that the person he was with wasn’t going anywhere. Though, it had been toned down quite a bit over the past few years because unless people were drunk they did not tend to enjoy his overzealous contact, it really wasn’t socially acceptable, is what he came to find. After years of people burning the idea that public displays of affection were a big no-no, people generally tried to steer clear of anything that was not quick and harmless. Any long term contact, if it wasn’t hand holding, well it started to make people uncomfortable and then caused a lot of staring. Now, while Jordan did not particularly care of the opinions of most people, sometimes he couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious from time to time, seeing as he wasn’t exactly the most normal guy out there. Just one glance at him and you could tell he was going to be a strange one, covered from head to toe in tattoos, a mischievous grin adorning his lips most of the time and his typical stoner attire. That was just from a first glance, actually care to strike up a conversation with this boy and you will be able to tell that he is much like a child. Though entertaining to some, others don’t particularly enjoy his persona, thankfully he had run into a good friend of his who was probably as close to his personality as he was ever going to find.

If a smile was contagious then he did not know what to call the look he was receiving from Emi, it was particularly enjoyable, it made him simply joyous to be on the receiving end of such a cheerful look. That was only one of the numerous reasons that he absolutely loved the girl before him, as a friend that was, she always seemed to be happy and just one look instantly cheered him up. He found that it was almost impossible to be sad around the girl, just like it was almost impossible to be sad at a circus, so he supposed that her coming from the circus was that particular reason. A laugh fell from his lips as she greeted him, in a way that would normally annoy him if she had not have been joking. “I’m doing excellently now that I’m in your company.” He answered her question with a charming smile, moving his gaze to the girls red locks; silently wishing to be able to tangle his fingers in them for a brief moment before banishing the thought as she spoke once more. He chuckled slightly as he brought his playfully gaze to her own, his grin colouring his face. “Babe, of course I’ll make an effort, it simply wouldn’t do for me to leave you here, horribly, horribly bored!” he teased, copying her words.

Jordan pursed his lips at her next question as he brushed his fingers through his hair, letting it flop haphazardly on his head. In all honesty he really had not done anything thrillingly exciting, but that did not mean he couldn’t make up some story to amuse her. “Hmm what have I been up to, eh?” he stated to himself as he flicked his gaze out to the crowd before back to Emi. Those puppy dog eyes were practically begging him to tell her something exciting, coupled with the tilt of her head and the way she batted her delicate lashes, well he was a goner. He was a sucker for a pretty girl, especially one with an awesome personality to match and Emi definitely was a dead ringer for that. Besides, what would it hurt to make up a story? It wouldn’t do to just tell her he’d been sitting in the corner for the whole day doing work, that was boring and who was he to let her down and crush her happy spirit? He simply couldn’t fathom letting her down, besides he was getting excited himself, noticeable as he started to grin once again. He loved story time as a child and still loved it to this day, especially if he was the one making up the story.

Jordan parted his lips to begin his story but before he had the chance to being his tale she spoke up, causing him to sit up slightly in his chair, an eyebrow raised. “Emi, Emi, Emi, Emi!” he mimicked in a tone identical to hers as his eyes lit up with anticipation “What is this really cool thing you have to tell me?” he inquired, trying to play down his excitement, but it was evident in the way that his fingers went to the silver owl hanging from his neck. It was a tell, whenever he was nervous, excited, anxious or was just waiting for someone to tell him something, or if he had to tell someone something important, he would play with the necklace to soothe himself. “Well darling, don’t keep me hanging, I’ve just got to know!” He stated after a moment, leaning closer to her as he waited with anticipation to hear what she had to say.

OH, MAKE MY BONES DO SOMETHING
EVER WANNA JUMP OUT OF YOUR SKIN?

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• Notes: I did! Thanks. I all ready like these two a lot! <3
  
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[Emilie Gael Duprae]

Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose

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Emi did notice the way he smiled when she almost hugged him. It wasn't a rare situation that she wanted to hug someone and they would either push her away or just stand there staring down on her with sceptisism painted in their eyes. She had to constantly remind herself that she wasn't in circus anymore. With the people in her former troupe, it would be weird if you Didn't hug each other all the time. But of course – the circus had been a more loving place than this cold harsh world considered 'the real world'. Why did it have to be like that? There was no fun in being cold and hard. - she really didn't think people were cooler that way. If everyone were more caring and showed their emotions more openly the world could be so much better in her opinion. But obviously she already knew that she probably was one of the only persons around here with that point of view. She was one of those who wanted to hug her friends all the time and walk down the streets holding hands with them because that was just normal to her. People could think whatever they wanted really. It wasn't her fault that they probably made assumptions without even knowing anything. But back to Jordan – his wide smile made her so happy. He actually liked being hugged! She absolutely loved that fact and she couldn't help but feeling that the smile was rubbing off. Who would have known that a smile could do so very much?

She giggled when he stated that he was feeling good because she was there. She was pretty sure that it was nothing but a joke but she played along anyway. What kind of weird person would she be if she sat there all serious if he was playing around? Of course she would never be the very serious type. Not because she wasn't able to. But it wasn't very fun to sit all straight with hands folded neatly in the lap and gazes locked to each others talking of the weather. That was her definition of ''serious''. Others would define it as 'not making jokes of things'. - usually important things. But Emi was able to sit down and have a talk with a friend needing someone to listen or so. She just didn't define it as serious. She defined it as caring. If you really care for your friends you cry with them if they need to cry, listen to them if they need to talk and laugh with them when they need to laugh. That's what friends do. ”Of course you are! Who wouldn't feel excellent just by looking at me?” she answered him teasingly and nudged playfully to his leg with one foot. Her beautiful special-colored eyes were still carrying that half-childish 'hyper' look in them. Only now they wore that teasing look too for a few moments. ”Oh thank you, Love! I shall forever be grateful, my favorite knight, you have indeed saved my life” she said and winked.

She watched him as he repeated her question and sat there with some thoughtful expression in his face. She wasn't able to hold a smile back when he had sat there for quite a long time without saying anything. ”Sounds like you're not quite aware of what you have been doing... Are you on drugs!?!?!” she asked the last playfully serious with her back straight but a smile discretely curling up on her lips. ”Or else it just wasn't all that exciting.. Just let me know when you figure it out” she said with a giggle in the voice, before again remembering what she wanted to tell him. She smiled widely and clapped her hands childishly. ”I'm doing a show in a week. Aerial acrobatics and all! And I want you to come. Well, you don't really have a choice, Mr.!” she noded and laughed happily. She was so excited about getting to do some real aerial acrobatics again. It was going to be awesome!!

She leaned a bit forward to herself – eyes locked on his hair. Her lips was curled up in a sneaky smile for a second before she ruffled up his hair with both hands. It had been oh so tempting to her! She laughed and leaned back in the chair and out of his reach – just in case he would feel like revenge. She made sure to have the most angelic expression in her face as she looked to him again. ”Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked innocently and tilted her head to one side. The sneaky was still to find in her eyes though.

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Notes:AH! possibly a lot of spelling mistakes and all... but .. I wanted to reply before I needed to go... :( But I love 'em too :3
Lyrics: We are golden - Mika
Tagged: Jordan :]

[Jordan Dredd]

I’VE LEARNED TO TALK WITH MY FINGERS
THE ONLY VOICE THAT WAKES MY EARS

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The prominent grin stayed on his face as she nudged his leg playfully after her statement. “ I can’t even think of anyone who wouldn’t because you’re just too awesome.” He replied playfully as he nudged her foot back with his own, it only seemed fitting. It would do neither of them any good if he got in a huff about something so silly, though he knew there were people like that out there. Thankfully he was not one of those people that was so serious all the time that it looked like he only had one permanent facial expression, the forlorn look as he liked to call it. It typically looked like the person had permanent angry eyebrows, a frown that was almost a scowl and smoldering eyes that basically told everyone to fuck off. It was surprising how many people walked around like that day to day, whereas Jordan usually walked around with a small smile on his lips. It wasn’t like a fully toothy grin that was often on display when he was in Emi’s company, but it was enough to let passer-bys know that he wasn’t going to bite their head off if they accidentally bumped into him.

Once again the contagious playful attitude radiating from Emi, laced in her words caused a small bout of laughter to fall from his lips. “Anything for the fairest maiden in all the lands.” He replied through a small laugh, keeping with the whole fairy tale knight theme that she started. That was another thing he loved about the red head sitting across from him, she knew how to start a joke and knew how to keep a joke going. Jordan considered it a skill to be able to roll with a joke, one that both he and Emi shared, which was probably why they got along famously. He figured that if neither of them knew how to roll with a joke then they probably wouldn’t be as close as they were, especially since they went to opposing schools; but that thought rarely ever crossed his mind. Only his friends were there to constantly remind him of that fact, which he was quite eager to dismiss, to him the schools that they attended were irrelevant to their relationship. As long as he made her happy and she made him happy then he figured that it was good enough. After all wasn’t that what any sort of relationship was about? Being able to make the person you were with smile, laugh and feel good? That was what Jordan attempted to do and so far in his life it had worked well for him, so he wasn’t about to stop now.

Jordan grinned slyly at her next series of statements, “me? Drugs? Never…okay well not right now anyway.” He stated, holding back a small laugh. It was no secret that he indulged himself with a hit off a bong or a joint every now and again, but he didn’t need a fix to get him through the day like some people did; which he considered himself lucky. “Mhm, I’ll be sure to keep you posted when I figure it out.” He joked while brushing his fingers though his hair. It would appear that he missed his window to completely amaze the bubbly red head with a fictions story, which was a bit of a downer but there would be other chances he was sure.

Jordan jumped ever so slightly as she clapped her hands, he wasn’t too fond of sudden loud noise, they startled him something fierce. He shook it off as she started to speak, her smile bringing a smile back to his own face. “Oh no way! That’s siick!” he stated, excitement clear in his voice just as his eyes lit up. “That’s too cool Emi!” he commented while tapping his fingers against the table excitedly.“And you know I wouldn’t miss it for the world babe.” He added as he pulled out his iphone to make a note on his calendar so that he wouldn’t accidentally make any other plans; not that he could really forget something this cool anyway. He put the phone on the table and looked up at the girl, his face turning slightly serious, “promise you’ll be really careful though, I mean as cool as all that stuff is, and I know how you’re an expert, but I’m still gonna be worried.” He explained while nodding before allowing a slow smile to cross his lips. “But still this is way fucking cool!” With that being said he was back to having that playful tone and sparkling eyes as he looked at the girl, completely thrilled for her.

He raised an eyebrow at her curious look, he wasn’t entirely sure what she was thinking but he had seen that smile before and he knew that she was up to something. Before he even had a chance to anticipate her next move she was all ready messing up his hair and then hurriedly sitting back in her seat, out of arms reach unless he wanted to lean across the whole table. Jordan huffed playfully, pouting like a child that had just gotten pinched on the cheek by a crazy aunt as he stared at her, the innocent look only working so much for her. “Emiiiiiii!” he whined, elongating her name. “Why are you so mean? you know I don’t like my hair messed up.” He continued to whine playfully as he fixed his hair back to just the right amount of messy. He stuck his tongue out at her and squeezed his eyes shut before sitting back into his chair and laughing. “You do know I am going to seek retribution for this, don’t you?” he asked, a devilish grin curling the corner of his lips as he gazed at the girl.

OH, MAKE MY BONES DO SOMETHING
EVER WANNA JUMP OUT OF YOUR SKIN?

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• Status: Complete!
  
• Tag:EMI!
  
• Notes: psh whats a few spelling mistakes? =P
  
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[Emilie Gael Duprae]

Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose

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She smiled triumphantly and did a sitting bow for him as he 'complimented' her for her awesomeness. ”Thank you very much! I think so myself.! Not that I can say the same about you” she said in a playful snob-voice. All nonchalant and stuck up really. It was all a joke of course – honest to God: She thought the exact same about Jordan. How could you not? Covered in tattoos, smiling all the time and always a good time. How could you not describe those qualities in the one, very framing word: Awesome. She let the stuck up-act carry on for about 10 seconds before it dropped completely. In reality, Emi was all down to earth and easy to be around. She didn't see anyone as better than any other around the street corner. After all, everyone did deserve a chance – didn't they? But then again – she was the only one with that opinion too. Sometimes she would have liked to be just a bit more ordinary. Especially during her year with the grandparents in Denmark. That was one period of time where all she wanted was to be normal. That was why she went to school and tried the normal life. But it got boring in the end. Even though she changed her way of living, her opinions and point of view had not changed much. She just had a bigger insight on what other people thought than before. That probably was a good thing. Or else she wouldn't have been able to function properly socially today. ”M'kay... You're awesome too” she admitted with her eyes in the sky before she let out a big overly dramatic sigh. As if she had been forced to telling him that.

”Well, maybe not the fairest.. But definitely the most awesome and pretty one.” she said childishly and nodded like a little girl making a firm point of her being a princess and everyone else her minions. The thought brought back memories about a little pretty girl playing the princess in one show and claiming the title as princess permanently afterwards. She smiled to herself and played with a lock of hair. She must have been about 3 years old back then. She had in fact been stubborn as hell back in time. A thing she had worked on for the last years. In her own opinion it had gotten better. She didn't act all stubborn as much as before now. It wasn't like it had been awfully bad – except for those years from 3-5. Her parents probably considered dropping her off somewhere on the road quite a few times during that period of time.

She shook her head because of that comment about drugs and held her index finger high. ”Have your mom never told you that drugs are bad for you health? You really should lay off that sort of things” she pointed out and tilted her head. She wasn't all about correcting someone doing drugs really. So she said it in a cheerful tone – even though the message behind it was very sincere. Her next words pointed that out very well: ”I wouldn't want you to O.D. Or anything.. Man, I'd miss you!” she made sure to tell him and slapped him over the fingers gently and with a little smile on her face. She didn't believe that he was going to take too much on purpose – but it could happen without him knowing. So she hoped he'd just stay more aware and careful about it, now that he knew how sad Emi would be if he left this place with no hopes of return.

”It is totally sick! But I LOVE it!” she said smiling all over the face. ”You better not miss it, no.. 'cuz then I'd come and kick your ass! Fair warning” her eyes went all cheerful as she moved in her chair to get her back more straight. It was important to do that as an aerial acrobat. You couldn't afford getting all weak in that region – that would mean complete and utter failure for your career as an acrobat. A smile went straight to her face as he asked her to be careful. She liked the fact that he cared so much even though he knew she had a lot of exercise in the ''sport'' and all. She leaned over to kiss him gently on the cheek. ”Awe, you're too sweet. Of course I'll be careful. And there's going to be security lines and all too. You don't have to worry at all, love” she assured him and tatted his shoulder gently.

Another gentle laughter burst out from her when he reacted the way he did. He reminded her so much of a little child not getting his way at all. She held up a hand in front of her mouth to tone down the laughter a bit. She looked kinda shy in a cute way like that. Not that many really noticed. ”You just answered your own question” she said teasingly. He had asked why she was so mean – and the answer to that: She knew he hated to get his hair messed. That was why she did it. To get that exact lovely reaction to it. She stuck out her tongue too when he did and made it some sort of competition. Really, she had considered just biting his tongue – that would teach him a lesson! But that would also put her in reach and if she got in reach: BAM! Revenge from his side.
”I know you would like to think that.. But you wont be able to! I'm just too damn cute. You wouldn't do anything to this pretty face” she said before pouting her lips and dashing her long black eyelashes again in the most charming way possible.

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[Jordan Dredd]

I’VE LEARNED TO TALK WITH MY FINGERS
THE ONLY VOICE THAT WAKES MY EARS

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Jordan feigned hurt at the tail end of her comment, only after smiling at her cute little bow. He slapped his hand over his chest where his heart was and clutched playfully at his shirt. “Why darling, must you hurt me so?” he lamented playfully. He watched her through hazel eyes as she continued with her snobeque persona. If he didn’t know her and she acted that way he most definitely would have bought what she was selling, though it did sharply contrast with her physical attributes. Emi, to him, was a natural born dramatic; it seemed whatever playful character she threw herself into for both of their benefits she managed to pull it off without a flaw. Well that was until she started to laugh, then usually the two of them just started into an all out giggle fit. Though his sides were often sore after a day spent with Emi he would never give the time they shared up. In all honesty this girl was one of his favorite friends, she was just one of those girls that was effortlessly cool. Some girls tried too hard to be cool or be one of the guys or whatever, but not Emi, she was just happy go lucky, laid back self. That to Jordan was the most attractive quality a woman could ever possess. Jordan chuckled at the tone of her voice, it was almost as if he had coerced her into telling him that he was awesome. “well don’t sound too coerced into saying that or anything.” He teased.

“Oh and don’t forget modest.” He stated with a wink. The way she acted sometimes honestly reminded him of a child, and no doubt she thought the same as him when he stuck out his lip in a playful pout. He wouldn’t dare admit it to anyone, but Jordan adored children and not in a creepy pedophile way. In the way that he wanted to have a couple when he was older and settled down with the right girl. He was hoping that he’d have twin boys and then a little baby girl that he could spoil rotten. Though looking at him no one would ever suspect it, with all the tattoos and the piercings he just did not seem the ‘dad’ type. He wasn’t going to let that stop him because he knew one day that he’d find the girl, the one, the love of his life and then he’d settle down; of course that was just the romantic in him talking. It would be an entirely different thing to actually accomplish his life goal. Jordan flicked his gaze the big bay window, watching various people pass by before looking to Emi noticing a smile on her face as she twirled her hair in her fingers; cute.

Jordan quirked an eyebrow as she held her index finger, almost in a nagging way, but it was such a strong contrast with her tone and the message she was relaying to him. At first he wasn’t sure if she was joking, but he soon realized that she was being serious but at the same time trying not to sound like someone trying to tell him how to run his life. He flicked his gaze away briefly, looking down at the table before looking back up at her like a scorned child. It was curious, Emi thus far was the only person that could actually make him feel slightly guilty for partaking in the occasional toke. Though obviously it was not her intention to do that, but he appreciated her looking out for him nonetheless. “My mom tells me a lot of things, but I stopped listening to her a long time ago.” It was the truth, he really didn’t have many interactions with his parents, and they weren’t exactly parents of the year. “But I know, I try to be careful, only pot for me and don’t you worry I’d never dream of leaving you.” He stated while patting her fingers gently, as if it would reassure her further.
Jordan nodded at her enthusiasm, a bright smile on his lips at the sight of her happiness. “I’d never miss it, especially since I know you’d kick my ass.” He stated in all seriousness. Jordan was not much of a fighter, more of a lover, he just didn’t see the point in fighting. Though he had been in a few, mostly to defend his honor, but he could even think of actually fighting Emi, or any girl for that matter. He would definitely just sit there and take it, so it was probably a good thing he had never found himself in an abusive relationship. The kiss from Emi brought him from his strange thought, just as it brought a bright, happy smile to his face. “Aww, gosh, you sure know how to make a guy blush.” He stated bashfully before allowing a small chuckle to leave his lips. “I’m going to worry anyway, I can’t help myself.”

Jordan rolled his eyes as she tried to hide her giggles behind her hand, though that was only another adorable thing about the girl. No matter what she did she always seemed to look very cute, but Jordan wasn’t complaining. “Huh, I guess I did.” He stated, a sort of dumbstruck on his face for the briefest moment before it returned to a grin as he noticed she stuck her tongue out at him. “Really, you’re going to make that a competition? “ he questioned. “I might just bite your tongue to teach you a lesson.” He joked while leaning back in his chair, stretching his long legs out underneath the table. He raised an eyebrow at her next statement and the way she batted her eye lashes and pouted. “Although you are just about the cutest girl I’d ever seen, that doesn’t necessarily negate the fact that you messed up my hair.” He stated as he curled his feet around her chair, pulling her closer to the table and to him. “Wouldn’t it be fair for me to mess up your hair?” he asked with a sly grin as he leaned closer to the table, his fingers slowly inching across the table towards her.

OH, MAKE MY BONES DO SOMETHING
EVER WANNA JUMP OUT OF YOUR SKIN?

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• Notes:oh dear, a little rambly, but they give me great muse!
  
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[Emilie Gael Duprae]

Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose

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Another adorable little smile got to her soft pink lips as he asked her why she had to hurt him. And she had just the perfect reason for that! ”You see, in Denmark they have this saying: 'Dem man elsker tugter man'” she started in the most philosophic tone possible. ”It means: You hurt the ones you love.” she added with a nod and smiled playfully to him. ”So I only hurt you because I love you, babe” she said in a teasing tone. She loved teasing him this much. Mostly because he was the kind of person who'd just play along and that was a quality she liked in a friend. He was able to stand it and get the joke in it. It was one of the reasons why she never regretted getting closer to this guy. She had not yet found any too bad sides of his personality – well except the fling-thing. But after all she was like that too most of the time. Before she couldn't be with a guy for more than maximum a month. So she learned not to get attached to the people she spent nights with or flirted around with for that couple of weeks/month. It had gotten lonely in the end though so for the last year or so she had stayed away from guys completely. The one night stands and flings just hadn't interested her anymore. But besides that little thing about Jordan, he was absolutely perfect. Easy to talk to, charming, childish, friendly, caring and fun. She felt lucky to have gotten such a friend.

”Modest! Oh yes. I can't believe I forgot that.. Jeez, I'm lucky to have such a good little minion to remind me” she teased him with that last part. She didn't particularly consider him a minion or a slave. But she loved to make jokes about that. That was a part of her childish ways of acting – that she wasn't all ''serious'' about everything. It was rare you found her in any other mood than that cheerful bubbly one. But she of course had times where she missed home and got all sad and alone. When she was sick was also a good example of her being in a bad mood. She never really showed herself to people like that though. He mission in this world was to get people happy. What would it help if shend herself sat in a corner with the eyes locked on the table.

She looked at him almost wondering when he moved his gaze to the table like a child being reproved by his parents. She thought for a second that maybe she had been too harsh on him? She tilted her head slightly and tried to catch his eyes again to make sure she hadn't wounded him or anything. But he looked okay when he looked back to her and told her about his mom and how he stopped listening to her. She had heard of his parents once before but not very much. ”Then you should listen to me instead” she stated and smiled gently in his direction to make sure he didn't take it too bad. - not that she believed he would. She knew him so well by now so she could be sure he wouldn't start hurtingt because she said that. ”As long as you're careful, I'm pleased” she made sure to tell him and gently patted his fingers back before just smiling and told him this and that about the show in her own excitement. She talked for a few minutes – both practical information and the things she personally was worrying about or looking forward to in the show... ”But hey! I'm a professional and a fighter. I'm gonna survive regardless of what happens” she ended after telling him a long list of things that could go wrong. Teasing him a bit with his worry actually. Then she just gently shook her head.

She couldn't hold back another laughter as he commented on her competitive stucking-tongue-out--at-Jordan-game. Okay, it did seem rather silly when he put it that way. She just gently kicked his leg under the table the way a wife does when her husband is about to say something stupid. ”Not if I bite yours first!” she scowled at him for a few moments before gasping in the moment he pulled her chair and herself closer with his feet. Her face turned into one big grimace as she tried to pull herself away, flinching. But she could not quite get herself out of his reach so she looked up to him with big puppy eyes and the lower lip shot forward a little bit. She made it shiver slightly – as if she was just about to cry. ”Nooo, that wouldn't be nice of you! Haven't you learned to turn the other cheek, like Jesus?” she asked him in a tiny tiny voice. ”I mean.. I have never really been religious, so I don't have to do that.. But you know..” she said letting out a giggle and pushing his hands away the best she could. She liked being touched, yes, but that was only gentle touches. Not this gruesome kind! ”Oh please Jordan, oh please, don't mess my hair up. I'll do anything!” she stated, trying to make herself as tiny as possible while squeezing her eyes together in horror.

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[Jordan Dredd]

I’VE LEARNED TO TALK WITH MY FINGERS
THE ONLY VOICE THAT WAKES MY EARS

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Jordan raised an eyebrow as he watched a smile that could only be called adorable turn the corner of her lips up, which only mean that she of course had some logical explanation for an answer to his question. He couldn’t help but tilt his head ever so slightly and look at her with his best confused face as she broke out some Denmark sayings, if she had not have translated it he would definitely be walking around all day trying to figure out what the hell she had said. “Well, we’re not in Denmark, so maybe that shouldn’t apply here, y’know? Because that type of thing could be misconstrued as emotional abuse, which isn’t cool.” he joked with a small laugh. “but I guess if it means you’ll love me than I can put up with it.” He added with a broad smile. Honestly he’d do anything for this girl, there were a select few who he would go to the end of the earth for, and Emi was defiantly included in that list. It was like the song from Oliver Twist, the musical, I’d do anything. Climb a hill, something about a daffodil, leaving her all his will, a bunch of other rhyming shit, yeah he’d do anything.

He scoffed lightly as he was dubbed her minion, playfully rolling his eyes . “Oh yes master, anything for you master.” He said in the most sniveling tone he could muster, only being able to hold it for a few moments before it faded into laughter. He cleared his throat lightly, as if trying to bring back his normal tone as he smiled at the girl, thoroughly amused. It was a rare thing for him to be bored or walk away feeling less than happy after spending time with the red head. In fact he was sure that it had only happened once or twice since the two of them had met, but he wasn’t counting. He tended to forget about all the bad, well not so good times that he had with his friends, he liked to focus on the positive. He was a pretty optimistic dude and was glad that Emi also fell into that category, there being only a handful of times when she had been less than cheerful; but everyone has their days. Though, that was just another on the long list of things that he loved about the girl, forever in a good mood and always trying to make everyone laugh. Jordan found it to be an admirable and attractive quality, especially in women.

Jordan barely caught her sight as she tried to catch his gaze, but when he finally looked back at the girl he made sure to smile, so as to dispel any concern. Truthfully, the girl had just put a bit of perspective into his thoughts, so he was going to make sure to be more careful from now on, not that he was completely irresponsible with his drug using before. He supposed that he’d, perhaps start toning it down before eventually trying to wean himself off of the pot; he could do it he was sure, though it would be difficult. After all it would save him a tone of money and keep him from making a lot of mistakes, plus it would probably put some of his friends concerns, namely Emi’s to rest. Besides, he himself did not want to get too involved in the drug scene, especially since it was getting more dangerous, at least in his opinion. Why just the other day he had gone to buy some weed and the guy, not his usual dealer, tried to sell him some shit laced with opium or something ridiculous; rightfully so he declined and opted to wait until his dealer was around. Jordan nodded his head, “yes, perhaps that would be the best thing to do.”He stated thoughtfully. It had actually been a while since he listened to anyone’s concerns and taken them to heart, so maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing. A small smile began to colour his face as she patted his fingers. “Babe, I’m always careful, but I’ll make sure from now on to be extra, extra careful, just for you.” He stated with a firm nod of his head.


As Jordan sat there, listening in wonder to the girl speak he found himself constantly fingering the silver owl hanging from his neck. What she was telling him wasn’t exactly helping him set his worries aside, it was actually making them just a tad more prominent in his mind; though that was probably the point, the girl was forever teasing him. Jordan slowly shook his head, trying to hide the smile from his face, he was truly happy for the girl, especially since she was so excited. He just wanted to make sure that she wouldn’t get overly excited and forget to concentrate, though the chances of that happening were slim. Honestly, you’re amazing, I don’t know how you can even think about doing stuff like that, freaks me out.” He stated through a small chuckle. “I have faith though, so you better go out there and kill it, champ!” he commended.

The smirk grew prominently on his face at her comment, “ohh kinky, I like it.” He teased with a small wink, nudging her foot back with his own; he just loved a nice game of footsies. A boisterous laugh fell from his lips at her attempt to get away from him after he had pulled the chair closer, there was no way he was going to let her go that easily; besides her facial expression were half of what made it so great. “Awww, poor baby, look at that pouty face, cute really.” He laughed lightly. “Sorry babe, you’re talking to an atheist.” He commented smugly, trying not to laugh as she pushed his hands away. Jordan paused for a moment at her plea, trying not to laugh as she squeezed her eyes shut, you’d think that he was about to murder her or something. “aww Emi, you’re so adorable.” He stated as he leaned forward and pinched her cheek lightly, in that way a grandmother does when she sees her grand kids at Christmas, before sitting back in his chair, a small smirk still on his lips. “So anything eh?” he finally stated, a devious glint in his eyes.

OH, MAKE MY BONES DO SOMETHING
EVER WANNA JUMP OUT OF YOUR SKIN?

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• Status: Complete!
  
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• Notes:Ahh thanks (: Emi is pretty adorable too! They make an adorable pair <3
  
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[Emilie Gael Duprae]

Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose

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Usually, Emi did not really talk Danish around here. She doubted that she'd even said anything Danish to Jordan before actually. But she was thrilled to see that reaction to it. That confused face was totally adorable to watch. Well, Jordan was always cute to watch but that was a different kind of cute. That was like his looks instead of what he did. ”Danes are always right, don't you know that?” she said with an eyebrow raised and one serious half-warning look in her eyes. ”And I'm like half Dane, so I must have more power than normal people around here” she nodded firmly with her head and winked in his direction. ”Oki doke! I loooooooove you, Jordan” she said teasingly while looking at him with the most infatuated gaze she could achieve. Den she just wiggled her eyebrows and let it go again. In fact, she did love him. As a friend. He meant the world to her and she was pretty sure that if he left or died or anything happened to him she'd be devastated. But that was how you was supposed to feel about your close friends. You wish them the very best and hurt twice as bad as them when something bad happens. And if they need anything – you'll do it for sure. Well, that was Emi's definition of being a good friend at least. She wasn't quite aware of it if she felt anything more about this wonderful boy in front of her and if she did, it probably would be a while before she really discovered. She wasn't quite the most experienced on that subject.

She liked the fact that he played along as minion and thought for a slight moment of using it further. Maybe make him go fetch another cup of hot ''coffee'' if you could call a latte so. But she decided on being nice for once. So she let it slip instead of calling out another teasing comment because of it. After all, she wasn't supposed to wear the sweet guy down completely in just one afternoon. She was pretty blessed with the fact that he had not yet run away screaming. God knows, many other people wouldn't be able to spend so many hours with her as Jordan managed to handle. But she pressumed it was a good mix of teasing each other. On occasion she was able to relax though. She even fell asleep with her head leaned against his shoulder or lap a few times. Yes, if anyone knew how to make it all be more comfortable it was him.

She smiled more widely when he really did seem to take her concern to heart and consider what she was saying. It was lovely to actually be heard instead of ignored – because he did have that option. The option of just saying 'yes' and then do nothing was always an option regardless of what situation you were in. ”I am honored and very proud” she said with a smile on her face and that gentle, almost loving, glimpse somewhere in her beautiful eyes. Surely it meant a lot to her. Then she threw another cheery look in the face. ”Yay! One of my very best friends is not going to die anyway.. Yeepee!” she said and poked him shortly on the nose with her index finger.

His playing around with the necklace was noticed by the redheaded girl and she watched him a little while speaking. It came to her mind that it was probably his way of showing nervousity like her was was twirling her fingers into her hair all the time. Well, that was her way of being nervous AND the way she did whenever she was thinking of something deep. It was quite the habit. She gently grabbed his fingers as they were around the necklace. She gently pulled it closer and moved his fingers away so she'd be able to see what the silverthing was shaped as. She tilted her head curiously while inspecting the beautiful silver owl while being unaware of the fact that she was partly holding his other hand with her free one. Then she let go of the necklace and let go of him too focusing on their conversation before. ”You're so fun to freak out! I should do that more often” she teased and straightened up slightly. ”I will! And people will be amazed to the drooling-point. Including you” a chuckle sounded from her full pink lips as she told him that. It could actually be pretty cool if it was possible !

She rolled her eyes before looking into his with one eyebrow raised and her arms crossed in front of her chest. ”Kinky? Really?” she said sceptically and stuck out her tongue again as cocky as she were. She did not really believe he'd do anything though. - Because obviously, she would just pay back again in some horrible, frightening way. She scowled at him and did a little growl when he did not quite buy her begging and kept moving closer to her. In the horrible fear of having her hair messed up – and a terribly dramatic soul – she put up both of her arms on her hair to protect it. When he let her go with one of those pain-in-the-ass-pinches she let out a relieved sigh and let her guards down... A little bit only though. She never did trust him when he did not get his retribution. And of course she was right. He had not let that 'anything' part slip as she had hoped. She sighed dramatically yet again and looked to the ceiling. ”Who said that?” she tried to act all innocent before looking back into his eyes and had to realize that she probably wouldn't get her way. ”Okay! What do you want, stupid?” she mumbled childishly stubborn with her arms folded and almost laying down on the chair.

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[Jordan Dredd]

I’VE LEARNED TO TALK WITH MY FINGERS
THE ONLY VOICE THAT WAKES MY EARS

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Jordan snapped his fingers as a look of realization dawned on him. Finally, Danish, that’s what the language was. Though it was only after she finally stated that it was Danish she was speaking that he was able to connect Denmark to Danish, like duh. “I didn’t but now I do, guess you do learn something new every day.” He stated while nodding his head, a smile on his lips. It was on the tip of his tongue and he had been puzzling over it, trying to think of what the language was all the while concentrating on her at the same time. No easy task really, or at least not for Jordan. He found it incredibly hard to be thinking about something all the while trying to pay attention to someone in a face to face conversation. Over the phone, or via computer was completely different and you didn’t really need to pay that much attention because it would be there for constant reference. It was completely different in a face to face conversation, ever move or expression told something about the way the person was acting. That’s why when he was talking to someone he liked to give them his undivided attention. Like if someone was saying something in order to be polite instead of actually wanting to say something, Jordan usually found that they had a tight smile on their lips and they tensed slightly; little things like that told him to stay away from certain topics.

Or like right now for instance as Emi spoke, saying that she loved him all the while trying her best to look like she was absolutely obsessed with him and wiggling her eyebrows to match. Obviously she did love him, but like a friend loves a friend or a sister loves her brother. Their love for each other, from his perspective, was completely platonic. “I looooooooove you too, Emi!” he replied back, a grin pulling his lips up. He wasn’t sure if their love would ever grow to be anything more than platonic because it was just an absurd thing to think, not that there was anything wrong with Emi, it was just that he didn’t know how it would change their relationship. After all, Jordan was not known for his long standing relationships with girls unless they were his friends, like Emi, or they were a fling of some sort. Most of the time when it was Jordan and girls he slept with them and then left, never caring to spend more than a night with most; save the few that had evolved into friends. He was just uncomfortable with the whole idea of being someone’s significant other ever since his first serious girlfriend died. Though he imagined that if he and Emi were ever to become anything more than friends it probably wouldn’t change their relationship too much, or so he hoped.

Her recognizable vocals brought him out of his reverie, causing the thought consumed look on his face to fade to a small smile at her words. “Good, you should be honored. I generally don’t listen to most people when it concerns things like that.” He said with a lopsided grin, half joking half serious. Jordan couldn’t help but smile slightly more as he received another cheery look from the girl, it was contagious and he was glad for that fact. Jordan rolled his eyes slightly, “psh, I’m invincible, I won’t be dying anytime soon.” He stated, knocking on the table three times, just so he doesn’t jinx himself. He wrinkled his nose after she poked it, going cross-eyed for a moment as he stared down at his nose where she poked him.“Completely unnecessary Emi.” He stated childishly, resisting a grin.

Jordan was slightly taken aback when Emi reached out and grasped his fingers that were toying with his necklace. No one had ever done anything like this, he got a lot of weird looks some of the time when he just sat there running his fingers over the necklace, but it gave him comfort so he paid little mind; plus it wasn’t anyone’s business really. He hesitated a moment after she removed his fingers and began to inspect it, instead of pulling away from the girl he focused on the fact that she was holding his hand; he wondered if she even realized that fact. Strangely enough her holding his hand brought him enough comfort to allow her to continue her inspection before she finally relinquished the silver token and brought her focus back to their conversation. Jordan shook his head and let out a small laugh, “come find me during a thunder storm and you can really see me freak out.” He stated through his laughter, settling back into the chair. “Babe, I all ready drool over you, so no doubt I’ll be drooling even more when you show me your tricks.” He winked, implying a bit of a sexual innuendo.

“Mhm, yeah kinky, y’know biting can get a little rough, never would have pegged you for someone who likes it rough.” He offered up with a small smirk, his eyes falling to the girls tongue as she stuck it out again. He had half a mind to lean forward and bite it, but thought better of it from fear of retaliation; maybe next time he’d do something. A chorus of laughter escaped his mouth as she defensively tried to protect her hair, only to have him pinch her cheeks, it was funny how she just assumed he was going to mess her hair up; even if that had been the original plan. Jordan settled his laughter, leaning back in his chair quite pleased with himself, the smirk on his face proving that fact. “The innocent act isn’t going to work this time darling.” He commented. Jordan raised an eyebrow as she practically sank into her chair, all the while calling him stupid, only causing his smirk to widen. “Hmm lets see…” he said while tapping his chin thoughtfully. “Ahha, I think I’ve got it. I want you to…” He said slowly, making sure to draw out the suspense. “buy me ice cream!” he chirped, a bright grin on his lips. Jordan enjoyed the simple things, especially when it was someone else’s treat.

OH, MAKE MY BONES DO SOMETHING
EVER WANNA JUMP OUT OF YOUR SKIN?

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”That you are right about” she said with a nod while smiling in his direction while watching his face and eyes a bit curiously. ”Maybe I should talk like that more often just to annoy you.....” she said in a teasingly thoughtful voice, as she gently ran a few fingers over her chin and twirled the fingers of the other hand around her long curly locks of hair – the thing she did when thinking hardly. This time it wasn't like a real thinking-gesture but her playing around with him instead. Then she nodded and smiled hugely. ”Yes, I will” she then decided playfully and roller around with her head when he neck acted out all sore. She had been too harsh on it during her training that morning, so it got quite annoying in the end of the day. But she just had to stretch out and lay comfortably then it would be over in the morning so she could get back to training again. But in the moment, she had to move her fingers around in circles on her neck to keep it okay for the next couple of hours.

She couldn't help but laugh a little because of the returned love from him. She patted him gently on the elbow with one hand and held the laughter back as much as possible. ”Of course you do! I can feel it from aaaaall the way over here” she said waving her hands enthusiastically in the space between them and with those beautiful joyful eyes looking into his until he went sort of far away. Probably lost in thought again. He did that some times and she had gotten used to it rather quickly. He got this rather cute but worried expression in his face and she loved to watch it and notice when it changed slightly. She pressumed it did that when his line of thoughts changed direction.

When he finally returned to their conversation, her eyes wandered around the coffeeshop – busy as hell still – just to seem like she had not been staring at him for a long time. For a few seconds she considered asking if they should get up and find some place else since this place was starting to stress her just a bit. But in the moment she draw a breath to talk and she looked into his eye again he talked instead. She let out the breath and listened curiously to his words. ”I know you don't. That is why I AM honored. Don't you listen to me at all?” she rolled her eyes and sighed over-dramatically before winking to him. ”You better not!... And invincible my ass.. I see you.!” she stated and ran her hands gently over each side of his face – now that he had complained about the poke she felt the need to touch his face some more! xD ”See, here it you forehead.. your eyes... your nose.. your gorgeous little apple-cheeks.. your chin.. Your very much tattooed neck” she said as she passed the points she mentioned. By his eyes, she just gently stroked his eyelids and by his cheeks she pinched him instead. Then finally she nodded. ]”Yeph, I see you! Unless it is not a very gorgeous guy with lots of tattoos and a lip piercing I'm seeing in front of me.. Is this an illusion?” she asked him.

She tilted her head to the side when he watched her that carefully when she looked at the silver token around his neck and held his hand – loosely of course. Their skin basically only touching but it gave off some sort of warmth and security – even for her! She liked all that touching; that is not really a surprise by now though. But touching just made her comfortable and secure and as if she wasn't all alone in the world the way she had felt it lately. Leaving 30 people behind and being only by herself did something to her. At times in the dark when she was sitting in her bed and trying to fall asleep she would be awake for hours and hours before even getting tired. She couldn't find rest at all. So she loved it when Jordan or her almost big-sister Chess stopped by or she would go to their place and fall asleep. Just the presence of someone in the room helped her feel better about falling asleep. It was even better when she got to be wrapped in the arms of someone else or just leaning her head against this warm person. She knew nothing better. She stretched her long body and couldn't help herself but to laugh slightly at his next comment. Instead of throwing back some sort of cocky comment she just raised an eyebrow and asked him: ”Are you afraid of thunderstorms?” she wasn't quite aware of that little thing. She knew he wasn't as hard-assed as his appearance looked like. He was actually quite sensitive in a way.

”Just make sure not to drown in your own bodyfluids” she pointed out with a teasing tone in her voice and a giggle she barely held back with her hand. The picture in her mind of him being killed by his own drool was kind of funny. Not the dying-part of course but the imagery was. ”Jeez! Death seems to follow you everywhere! If not drugs then drool” she stated with a nod. ”I better take you with me and protect you from all these horrible things... We can lock you inside my closet” she teased him.

Her eyes rolled again when he kept on that kinky-thing. Then she bashed her long black eyelashes quickly and charmingly a couple of times. ”I'm all about rough, babe. We're talking cuffs, latex, whips...” she said in a low ''sexy'' voice and wiggled her eyebrows wickedly. Then she let the whole temptress-act on a break and shook her head to assure him that it was nothing but a joke. Of course, she enjoyed the occassional handcuffing – of the guy of course – like any other person. But no, she was more of a gentle type. She pressumed that was easy to see with her personality and all. She arched the right eyebrow when he sat there for a long time drawing suspense. Another grin fell on her lips because of his commandment ”Man, you sure know how to waste your ''wishes''. You could have asked for anything and you want ice cream?” she smirked and winked to him. ”But I am not complaining” she stated and got to her feet before walking up to the workers and asking for two of those cornets. She chose his three favorite scoops and her own three favorites in her own: Lemon sorbet, chocolate and vanilla ice cream. Sour, fresh and sweet mixed together.

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[Jordan Dredd]

I’VE LEARNED TO TALK WITH MY FINGERS
THE ONLY VOICE THAT WAKES MY EARS

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Jordan rolled his eyes jokingly, “obviously, there are few times where I am wrong.” He stated in a tone that arrogant, but the silly grin on his face offset the tone and allowed it to come across as a joke. He shook his head,“nah, you shouldn’t, unless you’re going to translate it after.” He stated with a nod of his head. He watched with curious eyes as she twirled her hair, which normally meant she was thinking hard about something, much like when he toyed with his necklace. Though, the statement she had ushered a few moments again led him to believe that she was just pulling his leg, so to speak. “Noo, don’t be mean Emi.” He whined playfully. Jordan raised an eyebrow and watched as the girl kneaded her neck, suggesting that it was sore. “ “Did you hurt yourself?” he asked concerned. “You have to be careful Emi.” He added as an afterthought, a small worried frown forming on his lips.

The brunette shook his head lightly at the girls’ enthusiasm; trust her to be able to show extreme happiness over something so small. Not that him saying he loved her was small or anything, but it was just a given that she should know without him having to tell her that. Jordan figured it was kind of like an unwritten code, after being good friends with someone after a while it was just obvious that you loved them for being who they were and everything that they have ever and will do for your benefit. Though he supposed that it never did hurt to actually voice said thoughts, it was always nice to know that you were appreciated, even when it came in such a joking manner. He knew that like behind most things, there was always a bit of underlying truth. “Good, that’s what I was going for, awesome projected love for you.” He commented good naturedly.

Jordan couldn’t resist a grin when she asked if he ever listened to her, laughing slightly at her overdramatic sigh. “Emi, have you not been listening to me?” he began, a subtle teasing in his tone. “I never listen to anyone, so this is a whole new thing, gotta give me time to master the whole listening to you business.” He continued, a juvenile grin now adorning his lips. He waved off her comment about him not being invincible with a roll of his hazel eyes before raising an eyebrow as she ran her hands over the sides of his face. As she began to touch his face he tried to resist the urge to smile by frowning, but by the end a brilliant smile had come to be on his face. Normally, if anyone had attempted to run their hands over his face he probably would have back away out of reaching distance, in fear of them poking him in the eye or something, but oddly enough he trusted Emi and was almost put at ease by her silly gesture. So put at ease that he was able to close his eyes as she gently ran her fingers over his eyes lids and keep them closed until he heard her voice again, asking if he was an illusion. “You’d think someone as gorgeous as me would be an illusion, but nope this is reality, so you should consider yourself lucky that you’ve got me all to yourself.” He teased with a wink.

Jordan was slightly surprised when there was no smart ass comment, or some joke made at his expense when he told her that he was afraid of thunderstorms. He was even more surprised by the fact that he had yet to tell her, or that she hadn’t figured it out. Though it was kind of an embarrassing secret that he tended to keep to himself, so only a select few people really knew about it. He mentioning it to Emi now though, without even any hesitation or coaxing from her told him that he trusted her more than he did most people. He all ready knew that he trusted her more than most, but to tell her the beginnings of secret so close and personal to him, well that was a milestone in his book. Jordan shrugged it off, trying to play it as casual as he could, because even though he trusted her enough to tell her the full story, he was not about to do it in such a crowded place with many prying ears. “Eh yeah, I don’t like being caught out in them, nor do I particularly like to be alone when there is one.” He said almost shyly as he turned his gaze from her to his hands that he was tapping against the table softly; trying to find another way to calm himself without having to go to the owl necklace. He looked back up at her, “but shh, it’s a secret, don’t tell.” He said, a grin on his face though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

A crooked grin turned his lips up, “have a little faith, I won’t drown, hopefully.” He commented in a teasing tone of his own. For the umpteenth time that day Jordan rolled his eyes playfully, “Death apparently has a hard on for me, what can I say?” he asked with a grin, wondering how she would react to his blunt colloquial saying; it was pretty vulgar. “You’re closet? I mean I’m all for you protecting me and stuff, but I think I’d be bored to death if I got stuck in your closet.” He observed, the grin on his face widening slightly. Even in a closet he apparently couldn’t escape death.

Jordan regarded the girl carefully as she began speaking in a tone that he could only describe as seductive with a facial expression to match. He wasn’t sure if she was joking at first and because of that was slightly surprised, but as soon as she shook her head he clued into the joke. “ “Ahah I almost believed you for a minute, I was going to ask you to prove it.” He joked with a wink. Had it been any other girl he probably would have made some obscene comment and then lead her to either his place or went back to hers to test it out. Seeing as this was Emi, well he’d just settle for the ice cream that she had to buy him. A small laugh fell from his lips at her comment, “ “babe, by the way you’re acting I’m thinking that you actually wanted me to ask for something… sexual.” He shot back, a playful smirk on his lips. “ “but if I really want that I can always just seduce you, so I’ll just take the ice cream for now.” He called to her, over his shoulder as she got up to buy his ice cream, his tone just this side of arrogant.

OH, MAKE MY BONES DO SOMETHING
EVER WANNA JUMP OUT OF YOUR SKIN?

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[Emilie Gael Duprae]

Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose

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She smiled teasingly in his direction when he indicated that he was right most of the time. She leaned forward a little bit with that sly expression in her special-colored eyes. ”Babe... Not to hurt you and all.. but.. You're wrong most of the time” she corrected him before leaning back to her normal posture. ”No no! I'm going to speak danish and then not translate it. Because that would be the most annoying to you, and I love your annoyed-face” she said and watched his reactions to this piece of information. She probably wasn't going to do so though. She actually didn't like when he was annoyed. She didn't like any hint of that feeling really. She was really sensitive when it got to the way her friends acted on the things she did. She liked it when she was able to joke around and hated it when they got annoyed or worse!. In the middle of her worries he asked if she had hurt herself. She smiled reassuringly and shrugged a bit to make it seem like it was nothing – and it probably was too. ”No, no. I just burdened my neck too much this morning. I'm not as strong as I was before. But hey! If you feel like giving me a massage – feel free to do so” she said with that warm gentle look in her eyes. She loved the fact that he cared so much for her. ”I know. And I'm doing my best. Don't worry” she said, taking his hand in hers for a second and gently squeezing it for a few seconds.

A laughter left her lips when he came with that comment about love projected to her. ”You most certainly suceeded” she said with a half joking and half warm gaze. Something as small as getting confirmed in his love for her could make her entire day. In this world full of fools there still was someone caring for her – just the way she was. Someone who didn't distance themselves from her because she was weird but instead hugged her when it was needed. In a cold place like this you need friends like that. Even though all these declarations of love was said in a joking voice, Emi was aware of the fact that it was all true behind the joke.

She rolled her eyes playfully at his teasing and stuck out her tongue afterwards. ”Sweet Jordan.. You of all people should know that you have to listen to someone as important and perfect as this little princess” she said with her nose in the sky and that snob-act going on again, this time looking really insulted for at long time. But Jordan probably knew her too well; he would surely see that it was nothing but fun. Then a tiny sneaky grin curled up her corners of her lips. ”Even if you are not used to listening to people in general” she added and slapped him gently in tease. Her eyes lit up a little when his face turned all peaceful from her gentle touch. It was quite the cute face according to Emi. He looked a bit like then when he slept sometimes too, she had noticed. She adored that face completely! Even with his tattoos and piercings he could look so soft. She let out a laugh when he mentioned himself as gorgeous and her as lucky because she had him all to herself. ”i don't know about that ''all to myself'' part.. Those girls over there seem to be eating you with their eyes.. So let's just say slightly lucky instead of full out lucky” she teased him and nodded towards to girls who tried to hide their fascination with Jordan but they were so obvious.. To other girls at least. Maybe most guys were blind even though one of the girls turned entirely in her seat to be able to see him, then turning back, whispering with her friend and then giggling while looking back to him with hungry eyes and to Emi with envy. ”But you are gorgeous – obviously”

A guy afraid of something as basic as a thunderstorm was bound to be adorable. It was such a childish fear to have – just a little less childish than to fear the ''monster'' under the bed; a fear Emi still had. She hated having her feet stick out of the bed at night or have her feet on the floor beside the bed while sitting in the big comfortable thing. She – like Jordan – had a fear of thunderstorms. But unlike most ''kids'', she wasn't afraid of the dark which was rather odd with all the things she had seen. But growing up protected but not really protected like she was did that. You knew what was out there but you still felt safe because you had all these people around to protect you. Even though they weren't there for her anymore she still felt like they were. It was a part of that strong family- bond they had. Emi threw a smile in his direction and tilted her head to the right. ”Next time there is a thunderstorm, I'll come to you” she said with that innocent look in her eyes. ”Because honestly; I'm afraid of them too. I feel so alone during them.. But that is also between you and me.. No telling” she said with her first finger raised slightly in the air.

”hopefully not!” she agreed with a firm nod and scowled at him for a few moments before giggling gently underneath her soft palm. ”Jeez.. Death sure is out to get you.. How the hell am I supposed to keep you alive then? Can't fight the greater powers, y'know?” she sighed dramatically and ran a hand thoughtfully through the red curly hair. ”I'm just going to keep my distance so I that death-thing doesn't rub off” she teased him and make a gesture that seemed like she was just about to get up and leave. But then she slipped back into the chair with a wide grin. ”Too hard to stand up. Guess I'll have to take my chances”

She wiggled her eyebrows at him before going up and picking up the ice cream. She sat down on the table and decided to answer him. ”And I would have proved it. I don't say no to a challenge like that” she said teasingly. It was hard to know if she was joking entirely or if she actually would have dragged him home and cuffed him to the bed. You never really knew with Emi. She usually decided that kind of things somewhere along the road. But she probably wouldn't have done that with Jordan. As attracted she was to him she wouldn't do something like that unless she got to know that he was in love with her or so. She wasn't looking for more one night stands. She had had enough of them for now. ”Maybe, I was asking for something like that.. Now you'll never know. I'm not very easy to seduce” she said slyly and wiggled her eyebrows again in tease before eating a little spoonful of lemon sorbet. It was wonderfully sour on her tongue and followed by the chocolate ice cream it melted to quite the taste-sensation.

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Notes: Tadaaah!! Took longer than the other posts but I had to get myself together after a fight with a friend :3 but here it is!! :D
Lyrics: We are golden - Mika
Tagged: Jordan :]