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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 22, 2009 7:50:56 GMT -8
(*thumbs up*
I seriously thought you said "for the wurst" XD))
If he had been any less angry, Jacques might have spun to face his boss and punched him as hard as humanly possible. As it was, he could only manage to turn his head to stare daggers at Daniel.
"You... you..." There were children around, he reminded himself. Children. So why don't you just calm down?
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Jacques stepped around until he was looking Daniel is the eye.
"Excuse me, sir, but I was just wondering." Are you the biggest jerk this side of Texas? "Do you mind if I inflict injury on your person?"
Okay, that sounded really strange, but it got the point across.
"I happen to be extremely angry right now- you should know; it's your fault. And there is really nothing I'd like to do more than hit you. In the face. Several times." He took another breath. "But I don't want to get fired."
That was the thought process in his head, but it didn't really make sense out of it.
((SUPERFrench!Jacqui is very restrained when he has to be.))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 22, 2009 8:16:18 GMT -8
((Rem is sorry, but asking for permission to hit someone.))
Please refrain from laughing. Please refrain from laughing. Please-- Daniel discovered it was physically impossible not to laugh when someone was, rather politely, asking permission to hit you. It was just too weird. In between laugter he managed to get out, "No, go ahead."
((Poor Jacques. He really isn't an angry person, but Rem's just... mean.
Lily would not be happy right now.))
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 22, 2009 14:49:01 GMT -8
((Bad Remms. Bad.))
The word "punch" just sounded so harmless, not to mention difficult to do right. "Slap" had some nice onomatopoeia, but it was rather weak and (lets face it here) girlish. Kicks were out because they were more of a crippling thing rather than blows intended to cause as much pain as possible.
The best thing for this situation was a good, sharp, smack.
Jacques drew back his arm then brought it around so it made contact with the side of Daniel's head.
THWACK.
That was a satisfying noise, so Jacques repeated his argument. Vehemently.
((Even violent!Jacqui has a sort of courtesy to him.
Lily needs to come and use her frying pan of justice!))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 22, 2009 15:47:41 GMT -8
((2 things.
Confused. Your arguement being a smack in which case I am being hit multiple times, or arguement as in... like a good reason for doing this... Because... Yeah...
2, Riv and Kyle (or someone) should totally go get Lily so that she can reign her frying pan fury on us.
Also, you should check my status on Facebook. Has to do with evil bulldozers.))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 22, 2009 15:49:24 GMT -8
((2 things.
Confused. Your arguement being a smack in which case I am being hit multiple times, or arguement as in... like a good reason for doing this... Because... Yeah...
2, Riv and Kyle (or someone) should totally go get Lily so that she can reign her frying pan fury on us.
Also, you should check my status on Facebook. Has to do with evil bulldozers from space.))
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 22, 2009 16:03:57 GMT -8
((Re 1: The first one. Jacqui is basically pulling a Germany here. (ie BONK BONK BONK BONK)
Re 2: Indeed!
Re Your Facebook Status: Jacqui will have nightmares for a month now!)
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 22, 2009 16:28:33 GMT -8
((I hate it when my phone is evil...
Also, picture this slapping chibi style... It's bloody brilliant *draws a picture*
And Rem went out to lunch, so I'm doing this reply all on my lonesome. 8[))
If one has ever hit their head at all, they probably remember what it feels like. Sort of hurt, sort of dizzy, and very hard to think about anything past the moment. Depending on your point of view, it could be rather refreshing. There was a point when it got to be too much, aka anything more than once. After the second 'smack' Daniel grabbed Jacques arm, not roughly, just enough so hopefully he would get the message. He blinked a few times and watched the little stars zoom around, always fewer and fewer.
((I love seeing stars. So much. And it happens so easily to me. XD))
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 22, 2009 17:21:13 GMT -8
((Re Chibis: SO DID I! LOL!))
Jacques pulled his arm away with a jerk then automatically backhanded Daniel's shoulder as hard as he could, pushing his arm away. Then he grabbed the other man's shirt and shook him.
"Imbécile!" Jacques shouted, eyesight going blurry with anger. "Vous ne pourrez pas obtenir le meilleur de moi cette fois-ci! Je te deteste! Mon Dieu, je viens de rencontrer vous et vous faire de moi si en colere!"
He stopped, seeing the slightly dazed look that was fading out of Daniel's eyes. Suddenly he came back down to Earth and realized where he was and what he was doing. He was Jacques the butler again, and he had just attacked his employer. He let go of Herr Remmington's shirt and shook his head disbelievingly.
"Gott ... Warum mache ich das? Es tut mir leid, ich wei nicht, warum ich mich so verhalten davon." He stepped back and rubbed his eyes, maybe hoping he was dreaming. "I'm really sorry." he said.
((REM"S BEING CUTE AGAIN
Jacqui snapped out of French-mode! Now you can talk about the Transformers movie and laugh evily.))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 22, 2009 17:59:03 GMT -8
((I want an icon of it!))
As with everyone else in this whacked up place, there are a few things that will send someone over the edge. For Jacques it had been teasing and bulldozers. For Daniel it was rough physical contact that brought him closer to someone rather than further away. The French that came almost simultaniously with the grabbing of the shirt threw him off. Whatever part his brain normally dealt with translating forgein language must have turned off when hit, because all he could make out was Je te deteste, which was pretty obvious in meaning. And then there was some German after he was let go, but for all he knew it was still French. "It's okay, I deserve it. And I told you you could. Just..." he tried to think of a good way to explain it, but there really wasn't, "Just be carefull, okay?" He didn't think Jacques would realize at the moment that he meant this for Jacques's safety, rather than his own.
((Why is Rem cute to you when he momentarily loses his ability to think straight!?
Lily's coming *hides*))
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Post by Lily Mathers on Jul 22, 2009 18:09:17 GMT -8
Lily marched into the cafeteria, Kyle dragged behind her, with an expression so uncharacteristic of the kind receptionist she had been earlier. It was pure rage. "DANIEL!" she yelled pointing angrily at him, "WHAT THE HECK DID I TELL YOU?!" She let Kyle go and marched up to the two by the counter. Upon arriving she slapped Daniel as hard as she could across the face, and then assessed the situation. She looked Jacques up and down, "You don't look hurt..." She looked mildly confused.
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jul 22, 2009 18:21:50 GMT -8
Hearing his named screamed rather angrily from across the cafeteria in a feminine voice he knew only too well, Daniel looked around frantically for a suitable place to hide. It was, of course, too late. Lily had already seen him. After Lily slapped him his head began spinning again. He brought his palms over his temples in an attempt to stop it. "Rapidly losing brain cells here, people.", he said under his breath, though it was still audible.
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Post by Kyle Davis on Jul 22, 2009 18:27:33 GMT -8
Kyle scurried back to the table the second he was released.
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jul 22, 2009 18:29:42 GMT -8
((Deleted post is deleted.))
((I WANNA MAKE IT!))
Jacques had backed up to the other other counter by now, and was staring frantically at the new arrival.
"I- I was-" he tried to explain, shaking his head at Lily's searching gaze. Had she thought that Daniel was beating him up? "I was just- and he said- then I- but I didn't mean- Gott no, not this I'm so sorry I'm so sorry I'm so sorry I'm so sorry"
And he was unable to say anything else as he sunk down to the floor, putting his knees to his forehead and shaking.
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Post by Lily Mathers on Jul 22, 2009 19:02:40 GMT -8
((What post was deleted? D8))
Lily assessed the situation once more. Jacques was apologizing, and Daniel was complaining about loss of brain cells. So, had she gotten here in time or had they resolved it themselves? Ha! Fat chance. So she must've just gotten here in time before something worse happened. She looked angrily at the two men. She pointed at Daniel, "You! Do I even have to tell you what not to do again? Do not harass people, do not provoke people, do not pick fights with people bigger and/or stronger than you, do not-- well, you get it. Or don't. Just, keep yourself under control for once. Is it really that hard?" She spun so that she was pointing to Jacques, "You! I'm very sorry this happened, I know it's hard, but. Don't touch him. No. matter. what. Ignore him and if he doesn't go away, tell me. I'll give you my cell number or something." She put her hands on her hips. "Both of you. I do not want to see you two anywhere near eachother unless it involves business. And by business I mean things that have to do directly with running the center, so don't even try to play with words, Daniel. Am I understood?"
((Mom!Lily))
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GIMME THE CHOCLATE CAKE AND NOBODY GETS HURT... OKAY, TANKS.
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Post by Bonnie Hart on Jul 22, 2009 19:21:44 GMT -8
Alexandra walked up to Lily and pulled her sleeve. she started to cry. She looked up at Lily, and said "Lily, could you talk to Kyle over there. he thinks evrything here is crazy." ((you though thats right??))
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