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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 23, 2009 20:49:38 GMT -5
The smell of burning plastic snapped her out of her stare. Elle jumped, a hand lifting from her stomach and her fingers crackling melodramatically. Her hand closed in a fist as she stared at the burned pan. Without meaning to, she burst into an all out laugh. She clasped her hand on her mouth and practically doubled over.
"Oh my God!" she managed to squeak out. She took a few deep breathes, wiping away a few fallen tears. "This is too adorable," she spoke when she finally stopped laughing. "Oh young Skywalker," she said the first nick-name that came to her thoughts, smiling. "Don't be jealous of Princess Leia just because Obi Wan has taken interest in her."
Elle made a deal with herself that she would never have sugar again. But this time it was just a little too much fun.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 23, 2009 21:07:14 GMT -5
Luke narrowed his eyes, almost slamming the pan back down on the counter.
"If I'm being a Skywalker, I want to be Anakin." he retorted after a moment, trying to keep his tone light.
"I'm not jealous. My hand got too hot."
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Post by gabrielgray on Jun 23, 2009 21:17:04 GMT -5
The scent of melting plastic made Sylar look to Luke, and he took in the melted part of the handle. He was about to make a snide comment when Elle busted out the laugh.
It took him a moment to get what she was saying, and then he wrinkled his nose, focusing more on the fact that she had referred to him as Obi Wan. "No, I would so be Darth Vader." he said, as if he were really somewhat offended.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 23, 2009 21:20:40 GMT -5
"But Darth Vadar is Luke's father, and that would just be weird," Elle ignored Luke's first comment, refocusing on Sylar for just a moment. She turned her head back to the kid.
"And, uhm, excuse my Company talk, Luke, but you've shown that you have quite a high control index and I don't believe your hand could have just gotten hot unless you had some emotion behind it. It sure doesn't look like fright or excitement to me, so it must be jealousy. Right?" She cocked her head like she was questioning herself.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 24, 2009 4:51:36 GMT -5
Luke shoved his hands in his pockets.
"That's stupid. Why would I be jealous?"
He glanced at Sylar, then looked down at the pan to try and work out if he could fix the damage.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 24, 2009 14:34:36 GMT -5
"Oh, Lukey," Elle murmured as though she was disappointed. "You tell me," she added, leaning forward on the table and giving her full attention to the boy. She considered laying off of Sylar and taking all her flirting to Luke, but after getting burned the last time she did it, she didn't exactly know where that would go. He's a seventeen year old boy, aren't they supposed to chase after pretty blonds who show them interest? He sure didn't act gay, even though he was in a relationship with Sylar. It all confused Elle.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 24, 2009 14:38:11 GMT -5
He eyed her up and down disparagingly, then shook his head.
"All I see is a psychotic bimbo. Nothing to be jealous about."
maybe he was being overly rude, but he had never really learnt when to hold his tongue.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 24, 2009 15:06:04 GMT -5
Elle laughed shortly. She cocked her head, smiling. "Psychotic bimbo? I think I like ditzy blond better," she teased. This kid was all about empty threats and insults. It was entertaining. Really entertaining.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 24, 2009 15:21:26 GMT -5
He shrugged, slipping into his seat and tapping the handle of the fork on the rim of his plate.
"If you'd rather I called you stupid than crazy..."
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 24, 2009 15:50:04 GMT -5
Elle sighed, rolling her eyes. "I would rather you call me Elle," she said, finally leaning back in her chair. "But yeah, I do prefer being called a stupid blond than an insane whore."
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 24, 2009 15:53:53 GMT -5
Luke considered that. He didn't think he would, personally.
"Call me Luke then. Not Lukey or kid or whatever." he said after a few minutes of thought.
He spun the fork around three of his fingers absently.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 24, 2009 16:02:23 GMT -5
Elle gaped in feign hurt. "Lukey is a term of endearment," she argued with a joking undertone. With an exasperated sigh, she pouted. "Why are you so difficult?" she added a second later under her breath.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 24, 2009 16:06:35 GMT -5
"It's patronizing." he argued.
The last question made him pause. Was he difficult? No, she was the one being difficult.
"Behavioural problems. I guess."
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Post by Elle Bishop on Jun 24, 2009 16:13:06 GMT -5
"It's cute," she said back. Elle had entirely forgotten there was another person in the room, focusing just on the kid. She had to admit he was pretty smart; had a nice vocabulary. It was easy to get sucked into a conversation with him.
"That's a pretty lame excuse," she said, hoping he would explain further.
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Post by Luke Campbell on Jun 24, 2009 16:18:40 GMT -5
"See, you're acting like a blonde now."
He shrugged again with a slight grin.
"It's what the teachers said. My mom liked to tell everybody. I think she liked the excuse; it meant like it wasn't her fault she was a crap parent."
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