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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 20, 2009 20:14:06 GMT -8
Jacques winced.
Then he realized that Herr Remmington had basically just avoided confict. He was astounded.
"Um, well." he muttered, rather at a loss for words. "Does it? I'm... I'm glad for you."
It was a nice line, and Jacques dimly wondered whether it was true. Let's see... chocoate + croissants= pan au chocolat. That was amazing. But Northern Lights + Nicole Kidman = THE GOLDEN COMPASS, and that movie was horrible.
((Hmm, yes. ^^ MWAAAAAHAHAHA...))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 20, 2009 21:00:29 GMT -8
((HAHA! Why is everyone so mean to that movie?))
Something to like about forgein people: no matter how good their English is, there's always going to be some things that don't come out sounding quite right. Daniel supposed it must be the same no matter where you come from. Which reminded him, "You said your English was 'only so-so'-- I know you took it back half a second later, but. Did you take it in school or something, or pick it up when you moved here, or... Because you're really very good. At least so far." Whatever that means. Besides, my French is terrible.
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 20, 2009 21:12:39 GMT -8
Jacques shrugged, not looking directly at Herr Remminton as he spoke. "I went to high school here. But more important, I think, is that when you live in a place where they speak another language you pretty much have to learn it, and fast." He smiled. "I did have a rather atrocious accent for a while though. But now, as you can see, I feel quite at home speaking English." His face softened somewhat.
((let's see... Because it was terrible? LOL))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 20, 2009 21:20:26 GMT -8
((ERAGON was terrible))
"Yeah..." Daniel thought for a moment, "Wait... So that's like... Eight years in Germany, eight years in France, then America? What the heck? Must've been hard." He kept eating the bacon-waffle; it was good.
((Conversations= short replies.))
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 20, 2009 21:26:50 GMT -8
((Yeah. Can't argue with that.))
"Not a bad guess. Actually, it was seven years each. I didn't go to school for a year after I got here. And when I did... Well. Never mind." He decided to turn the tables. "What about you? How was school for you?"
((Im not fishing for information! *this is my shocked face*))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 20, 2009 21:44:19 GMT -8
((We're both so curious yet so unyeilding. But it's tell a random person your life day!))
Daniel was so curious to know what he was going to say. What could he have done that he wouldn't want to say? There were millions of posibilities! But you can't push someone too fast too quick, not that he always adheared to that rule. Daniel shrugged, "Classes, homework, parents, fights, more homework. The usual stuff. Elementary school was interesting, little kids are..." he glanced at the table full of them, "energetic."
((I half hope you magically catch on to every hint I've ever given you and put it together.))
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Post by miku on Jul 21, 2009 5:52:14 GMT -8
((elva leaves to cool table, fyi))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 21, 2009 6:08:39 GMT -8
(( Because she doesn't like the crazies?))
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 21, 2009 15:38:35 GMT -8
((Because of her shiny new avatar))
"Energetic? I guess so. Personallly, I can't really remember my primary school days. Since I would move so much, you know." His eyes flickered to the side and he bit his lip, trying to remember the days before Then. It was all slightly murky. "I think I was one of those... teacher's pets. Big suprise, I know." He put a hand up to rub his right shoulder. I hurt now that he thought about Then.
((Um... Me too. AAARGH.))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 21, 2009 16:52:07 GMT -8
Daniel smirked, "Yes, you do seem like the teacher's pet type. I don't think most of the teachers liked me." He narrowed his eyes and looked at Jacques quizically as he rubbed his sholder. "You okay?" Daniel inquired.
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 21, 2009 17:50:48 GMT -8
Jacques jumped and put his hand down quickly. "Um, ja. I'm fine. J-just an old... from, er, when I was a kid... it still hurts sometimes." He went red and looked down at a waffle iron, staring at it as if it held all the secrets to the universe. This job was more stressful than the week before a concert, what with the bipolar boss and weird residents. It made him crave sweets, and maybe some Nocebo.
((Flustered Jacques is flustered.))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 21, 2009 18:16:05 GMT -8
((Thank you Sherlock.))
Daniel didn't look convinced. "You know, you don't have to tell me things if you don't want. You're alowed to have secrets. But if it's anything that could inhibit you from working, I should know." He leaned on the counter. It was hard to be intimidating to people who are taller than you. I don't think it matters much when that person is also scared of his own shadow, he reflected.
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 21, 2009 18:53:38 GMT -8
((  )) "N-no! It's nothing like that! It's not a big deal!" Jacques was rapidly losing his cool again, and he tried to cover up by picking up a waffle- by now cold- and putting it to his mouth, though he didn't eat it. Waffles weren't very good plain, after all. ((INTIMADATE SUBORDINATES Like a boss)) |
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 21, 2009 19:03:53 GMT -8
((You know, stating the obvious.))
"Hmmm." Daniel looked down at the counter for a few seconds then flicked his head back up. "So, what exactly happened?" he asked mearly out of curiousity.
((I am having trouble describing things. 8[ Actually. I almost always have trouble describing the things Rem does...))
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 21, 2009 19:13:38 GMT -8
((That's more of a Watson thing. *shot for being a fangirl and a literalist (is that the right term? --')*))
Jacques sighed. He probably should have expected that.
"Well, I think I told you how I was... I was in an accident when I was a child? Well, I've got a scar on my back, and it twinges sometimes- but never too bad. Mostly when I'm feeeling... sentimental." He gave the last word a touch of derision. "That's it, really." He took a half hearted bite of the waffle and practically choked. Gott, das war widerlich. Si seulement il pouvait manger des crêpes. Gingerly, he set it on the counter to his right. He glanced at Herr Remmington nervously.
((To state the obvious... he is INDESCRIBABLE OwO))
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