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Post by boingpop on Apr 12, 2007 15:53:22 GMT -5
Jean had put down his book now more interested in the yelling than the story really, he listened to the two while trying to seem as though he wasn't. Questions started to rise as the two went back and forth, references didn't connect to his own knowledge, it made it hard to follow the argument exactly. From what he gathered, he resolved Brandon was being a jerk. Picking up his book from its place, he stood and dropped it making a loud noise noise. He waited for the two notice than smiled. "Trying to read you see..." He smiled and knelt on one knee to retrieve the book. "Thanks." He replied to the silence.
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Post by Brandon Diggorced on Apr 12, 2007 15:55:26 GMT -5
Brandon turned to see jean standing there, making him somewhat startled. "oh....sorry." he said quickly
After a moment of silence, Brandon thought of something. "Jean, you can see it too, can't you? It's so blantly obvious."
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 12, 2007 15:59:24 GMT -5
"Leave. Me. Alone." Ian repeated, shaking his head furiously. "I am unique, but whatever I was thinking thanks to you little helpful present has nothing to do with me. I don't want to hear any more about this." His face was white with just a tinge of red fading from his cheeks; he was uncomfortable and bitter about Brandon's invasion. "You have no right to listen to my thoughts, Diggorced. No right to make assumptions." He frowned at Brandon now for bringing one more person into this; didn't he have any decency at all?
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Post by boingpop on Apr 12, 2007 16:03:42 GMT -5
Jean stood up now, holding the book in one hand. He frowned and looked at the two of them in turn. "And what is it that I'm supposed to see?" He asked his voice calm and rather casual. He took a few steps to the two of them and tilted his head pushing his hair behind his ear. "Don't tell me..." He said examining Ian with a sort of quirky smile. After a moment of this he looked at Brandon. "...alright tell me..." He smiled, and shoved the book in his back pocket. "I don't play that way Brandon." He warned his tone going harsher. "Leave it alone."
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Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 12, 2007 16:18:49 GMT -5
"I . ." Ian started, looking between them, more confusion than anger on his face now. He knew that; he didn't like appearing vulnerable and unsure, and he wanted away from this anyway. "I'm out. Enjoy your illusion, Brandon, it's as far as you'll ever get with me," he said loudly, as unkindly as he could muster, and slipped out between them, rushing in a restrained fashion for the door.
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Post by boingpop on Apr 12, 2007 16:24:42 GMT -5
Jean turned to watch Ian run. His face returned to its prior oblivious smile. He looked at Brandon, "Do people always run away from you that way?" He asked taking his book from his pocket. "Maybe you should play nicer..." He said with a subtly sharp tone as he strolled off in the other direction.
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