Joselyn Lea Coeur's Room Day 1 and Day 2
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Joselyn slipped into her room and then collapsed on the bed with its sheets nicely folded at the end. Pulling one of the sheets off the stack, she drapped it over herself and curled up in a ball to begin a nap...
After fumbling for the key momentarily,
Joselyn held open the door for Java and the new kid to enter her room. As they entered they would see her wall covered in band posters such as of Montreal, The Faint, Violent Femmes, and other groups that she loved. There were bookshelves against the walls filled with comic books, novels, and video games. A gamecube and PS2 were hooked up to a small monitor in the middle of one of the bookshelves and there was a laptop sitting on her desk beside the unmade bed. "I'll only be a minute," she mumbled as she rummaged through a purse and pulled out a cell phone, tossing it on the bed. "There's my phone, talk as long as you want, my parents cover the bill and could care less who I call. And feel free to browse my collection. I consider myself a library of comics." With that she grabbed a pair of jeans from a suitcase that lay open on the side of the bed and disappeared into the small bathroom that was attached to her room.
"Excuse me,"
David said to Java as he picked up and dialed a number on the phone. He listened to it ring until someone picked up. "Tag, Oma, wie geht es Ihnen? ...Es geht mir gut. Yeah, I'm alive.... You know that's all the German I speak, Oma," he looked at Java with a smile. "Sorry to disappoint, I haven't really been practicing.... Yeah, I guess I made some friends... Joselyn and uh..." he covered the bottom of the phone with his hand. "What's your name?" he whispered.
"
Java," She replied, in a relatively low voice. She had instantly found herself at the wall of comics, poring through them and searching for any manga she could find. "Does she have Death Note? Please please have Death Note," she muttered to herself.
Oh, hey, he can speak German. Cool, she thought to herself, returning his smile before turning back to pursue the search.
Joselyn quickly changed pants and was out of the bathroom when she heard Java say something about Death Note. "I think I do..." she said, walking over to the shelf. "A friend recommended it and even gave me a copy, I think, but I haven't had the time to look into it yet...Aw! Here it is!" She pulled the first manga of Death Note from the bottom shelf and handed it to Java, smiling. "Here ya go! Feel free to borrow it as long as you need." She then turned to glance at the new kid.
"Java,"
David was saying into the cell phone. "And I met a couple... uh... people outside... Yes, it's nice to be free... I don't know, it's okay... Yeah, I'm sure they'll keep an eye out for me, Oma, you don't need to ask..." He rolled his eyes, turning his back on the two girls as if that magically meant they couldn't hear him anymore. "Really, I'll be fine... Listen, I have to go I'm on this girl's cell phone and -- Yes, a girl, Oma... I don't know, maybe," he laughed a bit. "So, you'll send my stuff up? ...Ah, that's why I love you... OK... OK, I love you, too. Tschüss." He hung up Joselyn's phone and turned back to them. "Where do you want it?"
"Just toss it on the bed,"
Joselyn said and picked at a small leaf she'd found in her hair. "So, if you don't mind me asking, free from what? Were you kept in daycare back home?" His end of the conversation had peaked her interest. She gave him a friendly smile and realized she still didn't know his name. "And why are you wearing that hat? Don't you like your hair?" Joselyn was in a curious kind of mood and could come up with more questions in a matter of moments.
"Aw, darn!"
Java took the book from Joselyn's hands, looking at it with a tragic eye. "I've already read this one. You should really read it, though, it's
soo good," she gushed. She offered it back and turned to David, listening to Joselyn's questions, and felt compelled to add to the lengthening list of queries, but chose to shut up and let him reply.
"No, I was raised by wolves and they had to keep me in a cage while they civilized me,"
David responded. "Obviously, they never got to finish the task but I suppose I'll always have a little bit of that wild wolfy attitude in me no matter what they do... It comes out particularly during full moons." He pulled down on his hat a bit, trying to cover his hair more.
"Oh, a wild one, eh?"
Joselyn grinned and her curiousity was pushed further when he pulled down on his hat. "And you're hiding your ears under there, aren't you? And to think, you looked normal from the sky." She accepted the manga back from Java and set it on her desk as a reminder to read it soon. "So I suppose your name is something like Fang or maybe even Fluffy, right? Being a cyborg dating jungle book boy and all." She leaned against her desk and placed her hands on the edge, watching him.
Java listened with wide eyes. "Wow! So wait, the wolves civilized you? How crazy were you before?" She asked, seeming to be genuinely curious about this. "Maybe his name's something really guttural, like, more like noises," she said as an aside to Joselyn, still watching David.
"No, I mean humans found me and civilized me the moment they realised I wasn't just an incredibly deformed wolf,"
David clarified, although still keeping the overall tone of sarcasm that laced most if not all of his remarks. "But the way she tells it, you'd think I was an incredibly deformed human." He let go of his hat finally.
Tempted to remove his hat with a bit of wind,
Joselyn eyed his head momentarily before deciding not to scare him just yet. Instead she turned to Java and grinned. "This boy here is adapt in sarcasm, Java. Can we keep 'em? Please? I'll feed him and even get him a collar with his name on it. Pleeeeeeeeeeas
e?" She clasped her hands together and leaned toward Java. "I mean, goodness, it's a lot better than an Emo couple."
"Be warned, I might pee on your floor," David said, feeling guarded about his hat seeing her eye it. He thought to Mort & Amy - they hadn't seemed very emo to him, maybe a little dull...
Java blinked. 'Sarcasm..?' she thought briefly. Shrugging it off, she set her fists on her hips, leaning over to Joselyn. "I don't know, Joselyn. I'm not sure you're old enough for that kind of responsibility," she said, a mock-motherly look on her face. She giggled at David's comment, completely tickled.
David smiled a bit, glad she found him amusing, and started to wander around the room looking over Joselyn's posters and such. He thought he would leave them to deciding if they would keep him in private. He didn't want to sway anyone's votes with his oh-so-loveable punum.
"But, but, I'm 19!" Joselyn argued. "When are you ever going to let me make my own decisions! You never let me do anything!" She mock pouted and sat down on her bed, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring for a few moments before she started to grin. "See anything ya like?" Joselyn asked as she stood back up and watched him look around.
Surprised she was speaking to him, thinking she was caught up in her conversation with Java, David almost didn't even hear the question. He turned around, looking at her while he processed what she said... and then just grinned.
Java snickered at Joselyn, dropping her act quickly. She walked over to her game collection and looked them over with unfamiliarity and looked up when Joselyn asked her question. Frowning slightly in confusion above an unconscious smile, she asked him, "What?"
"Aren't we supposed to be getting back to Amy and Bone Daddy?" David asked, turning back around to look at the posters again.
"And what happened to that monster o'yourn?" Java asked Joselyn suddenly, folding her arms and leaning forward curiously with half a grin.
David looked over at Java oddly, not sure if she was ignoring him or what. He leaned against the wall. "Do we not like them?" he asked.
"Huh?" Java looked over at David and frowned, not meaning to give the wrong impression. "No! I don't hold anything against them at all," she said worriedly. "I guess we are being kinda rude, ditching them like this."
"They did creep me out a little, honestly," David replied. "I was waiting for the scythe and for her to start screaming 'Go into the light!" He shrugged, nonchalantly
Java laughed, envisioning it. "Oh, you funny man," she giggled, looking at the posters on the walls absently and shaking her head at the joke.
"Harold seems to be playing the shy monster today," Joselyn mumbled, now on the floor and half way under the bed. Her voice muffled a little, she said, "Oh! Found ya!" and reappeared clutching a cthulhu plushie to her chest. "Everyone, meet Harold!" She held him up for Java and David to see and then climbed to her feet. "As for Amy and Mort, that's his name by the way, they kind of annoy me, but that's just me, and I do intend to go back outside. I don't want to start a fight. Not when I've just arrived here. The fights can wait a week." She gave both of them a friendly smile, still holding cthulhu out toward both of them expectantly.
David smirked. "Mort... who saw that coming?" he turned to Java. "Did you see that coming? I most certainly did not see that coming at all..." He walked over to Harold and gave him a quick once-over before looking satisfied with what he saw.
Java's eyes got big and her voice got high pitched at the sight of the entirely adorable cthulhu. "Nyawww! Hello Harold! Don't be shy!" She reached out and gently shook the plushie's little claw hand with two fingers.
Joselyn laughed at Java's reaction and held Harold out toward her. "Want to hold him? He acts all big and bad, but he's really just a softy," she said, grinning. "Do ya think Amy and Mort are wondering where we've disappeared to? Or do you think they knew we might not be back...right away?" She was feeling slightly guilty for just up and leaving, though she'd never intended to interact with them at all when her and Java had landed to see the new kid.
"Maybe they think we're ménage à trois-ing," David replied, watching Java with Harold for a moment before looking at Joselyn as if to say 'it could happen...'
"Eee!" Java squealed quietly and snuggled with Harold, a huge delighted smile on her face. She looked over at David, Harold still trapped in her loving embrace, and replied innocently, "But I don't know how to cook."
A mischievious grin spread across Joselyn's lips and she winked at David before returning her gaze to Java. "Don't worry, love, I'll take care of any cooking that needs to be done. My pa's a five star chef, I wasn't allowed to be anything less than a three," she said, sitting on the edge of her bed and offering the rest of the bed for anyone else that cared to sit. "Now all I need to do is get into that kitchen again..."
David smiled at Joselyn, but suddenly felt like their moment left Java out and put his arm around her shoulder. "You know what I could go for right about now?" he asked. "A huge piece of apple pie a la mode."
Java grinned up at David, surprised at the arm around her shoulder. "Ooh! There's a kitchen downstairs somewhere, I don't know if they close ever, but they make some awesome food! I bet they'd have some apple pie," She spoke up excitedly, turning Harold around and making him look around the room and bob up and down in excitement. "I bet you don't bother going out to restaurants for dinner, huh, Jos'?"
"Only when I'm with my mum," Joselyn said and stood up, patting Harold on the head and smiling at Java. "Unless I'm cooking, mum doesn't like to mess up the kitchen. She's weird like that. So let's go look for some of that pie, eh? And if there isn't any, I could always make us some...though it'd take a little bit...And bring Harold! He doesn't get out enough as it is." With that she headed toward the door and held it open for Java and David. "Hey, by the way, what should I call you, new kid?"
As he was passing through the door, he smiled at Joselyn and muttered something incomprehensible, but then just continued on to the main dining hall.
At the sound of his invitation, Harold jumped up and down and waved his arms excitedly. Java paused by Joselyn and allowed Harold to quickly glomp her shoulder before jumping off and tottering excitedly after David. Java grinned at her friend mischeiviously, having fun puppeting her little cthulhu plushie. "The destroyer of worlds must have his pie!" She heralded dramatically, walking down the hall.
Joselyn shut her bedroom door and locked it as she left for The Main Dining Hall with a smile on her face. It was good to know that she had two potentially good friends in the making, she thought as she pocketed her key and chased after Java and David.
Yawning as she opened the door, Harold still held against her chest, Joselyn leaned on her door as she pushed it open and then leaned against the frame to say her goodbyes to Java and David. "See you guys probably later tonight," she said, grinning at the both of them.
"Alright," Java said, giving her a quick, light hug. "See you then, eh?" She backed out of it kind of quickly, unsure of what kind of hugger Joselyn was or if she was okay with hugging. She assumed not, but you never know with some people.
David opted out of the hugging, or even the speaking, and just smiled at Joselyn a little bit like he wished she wasn't going, and then held up a hand in goodbye before backing up so she could close her door.
Joselyn, who just so happened to be a hugger, returned Java's hug with something of her equivalent of a bear hug, with Harold smooshed between them. She held up her hand in return to David's, and then waved Harold's hand at Java and winked. "Later," she said and then slipped behind the door and shut it slowly. Afterward, she stifled another yawn and walked over to her bed. Compelled by the decency her mother attempted to constantly remind her she should have, Joselyn decided she should straighten out the covers on her bed first before sleeping so set about doing just that.
From there, David went back to his own dorm room to unpack.
A bit over an hour later, David returned with his origami flasher and knelt down in front of Joselyn's room. He slid the flasher underneath her door and stood up to walk away.
Joselyn, having awoken about ten minutes earlier, was reading the beginning of Death Note as Java had suggested when she heard the sound of paper and looked down at her door to discover what looked like origami. Grinning, she climbed off of her bed and picked it up, flipping it over curiously and discovering the words 'From David'. "David..." she mumbled allowed. "His name!" She opened the door and leaned out, looking around until she spotted David. "David!" she called out to him and walked out into the hallway after him.
Grinning, David turned around, his hands in his pockets. He looked down at the flasher. "Yeah, that's a buddy of mine. He wanted me to drop that off for him," he said, smiling a little to himself. "I didn't know if you'd be awake yet, though."
A tiny laugh escaped and Joselyn smiled at him. "Right, a buddy," she said, leaning against the wall. "I woke up about ten minutes ago. I was just reading. It's something I do to wake myself up." She paused, flipping the flasher over in her hands. "This is nice, did you make it?"
David shook his head, about to go on with his story about his buddy, but then he just shrugged. "Yeah, it's not very hard... Were you reading that one book Java told you to?" he asked.
"Yeah," Joselyn replied. "It's intriguing. But then, I'm only a few pages in." She stood there for a few moments, glancing between David and the flasher in her hands, a faint smile always on her lips. "Doing anything? We could hang out."
"I was actually just about to go put on a tutu and perform a flying trapeze act with the Ringling Bros. but... I can totally blow it off," David said, pointing over his shoulder while he spoke as if he honestly did have to go there, and then dropping his hand at the end.
"Think they'll miss ya?" Joselyn asked, laughing and nodding her head toward her room. "I mean, the flying trapeze, how important is that to the show? Or rather, would the tutu bit be more important?" She leaned against her door frame as she waited for a response, still flipping the flasher in her hands fondly.
"To be honest, I think it's kind of a toss-up," David replied, furrowing his brow and assessing the situation. "On the one hand, I look mighty fine in a tutu, which of course attracts the crowd. But it wouldn't be worth coming if I didn't also have my mad trapeze skills... Oh, how mad my trapeze skills are..." He sighed whistfully and brushed past her into her room.
"You'll definitely have to show me both the mad skills and the tutu sometime," Joselyn said, shutting the door after he'd slipped into the room and leaning against it, crossing her arms over her chest and watching him. "Both must be pretty worth while to be part of the Ringling Brothers." She was still fiddling with the flasher even with her arms crossed and she held it up against her lips, still smiling ever so slightly.
David stood in the middle of her room, and turned around looking at her, and smirked. "It's not like I fly or anything," he said, and looked off a bit at her bookshelf.
"It's not that hard, really," Joselyn said, pushing off of the door and going to sit on the chest at the end of her bed. "It's all a matter of falling the right way. In which case, everyone can fly. With enough practice." She watched him curiously. "So now I know your name...David. It's a nice name."
"Nothing special," David said, watching her sit on her chest. "You and Java seem pretty close for just being here about two days. Did you know each other before?" He spotted Harold on the bed and brightened up, walking over and picking up the plushie.
"No, we didn't," Joselyn responded, turning to look at Harold as David went to retrieve him. "We really didn't start talking until this morning at breakfast." She grinned and shook her head. "There are others lurking around here. One kid with living hair, a little girl with the ability to give life to video game characters." She paused, looking at Katamari with brief amusement. "Just...more interesting people. But Java and I just kind of...bonded, I suppose. Over the ridiculous emo actions of Amy and Mort earlier, before you arrived." She let out a single laugh at the memory, having it only have just happened really. "Then we went flying. Saw you. And, you know the rest." She grinned and added, "Unless it wasn't you we've been hanging out with."
"No, that was my imaginative twin brother Steve," David replied walking over to Joselyn with Harold. "He might have mentioned being raised by wolves." David then allowed Harold to launch at Jos' face, his face-tentacles all over. "Oh, dear! I do believe he's hungry... or horny..." He then proceeded to make a combination of munching and kissing noises.
Laughing and flailing, Joselyn dove for the pillow, attempting to take refuge behind it as she was attacked by Harold. "It's very possible to be both, I assure you," she said, laughing, slipping the flasher onto her desk so it wouldn't get damaged. She peeked over the pillow and stuck her tongue out at David playfully.
"You better be careful with that, Harold might bite it off," David warned rather seriously as Harold continued his attack on Joselyn's face (and shoulders and arms when her face could not be reached.) "And then I could make strange comments at you all day and night and you wouldn't be able to respond."
"I'd respond with morse code," Joselyn retorted, once more peaking over the pillow and sticking out her tongue before retreating once more behind the pillow. She back pedaled, bumping up against a bookshelf and laughing as she worked her way around it. "You better be careful, Harold may turn on you. After all, he is my bed mate."
"Well, then, no wonder he can't keep his tentacles off you - you've been teasing him all this time," David let out a slight chuckle. "Perhaps it's time he gave up on you and found some new game." He had Harold look up at himself, and looked surprised. "Little ol' me?" he asked, looking over at Joselyn, acting all coy. Harold nodded and off they went together, getting on Jos' bed and hiding under the covers - though David made sure not to let his shoes onto the bed. "Oh, Harold, you naughty little alien!" he giggled from under her covers.
Joselyn doubled over with laughter before clutching the pillow to her chest and shaking her head. "Oh Harold! How could you betray me like this!" she attempted to say in a distressed manner, but it was a bit hard when she was also attempting to do this through laughter. "I shall get my revenge upon thee!" Joselyn proceeded to toss the pillow at the lump that was David and lept onto the bed.
"Oh!" David pulled the blankets down enough to his chin, and made sure Harold's head was also popping out. "Do you mind?" he asked her, he still hadn't lost his cool.
"Oh, uh, sorry," Joselyn said, climbing off of the bed and back away. "Do continue, I didn't mean to interrupt such an intimate moment." She reached for a figurine sitting on her desk and hid it behind her back.
David went back under the covers but quickly discovered something. "It's okay, Harold. It happens to all aliens..." He pulled the blankets back down and shrugged. "I guess tonight's just not our night," he said and tossed Harold over at Joselyn.
Joselyn caught Harold as he came flying toward her and in exchange, tossed the action figure at David. "I'm sure you'll have more luck with Deadpool, the darling Merc with a Mouth," she said, grinning and petting Harold on the head. "It's not your fault Harold's devoted to his Mistress."
"This is a little too manly for me to even pretend to be into," David said, looking over the Deadpool figurine and sitting up, moving so he was seated on the side of her bed, turning the action figure in his hands.
Smiling, Joselyn sat on the edge of the bed next to David, clutching Harold. "Deadpool's definitely too manly for many a person," she informed David matter of factly, grinning.
"You know," David said, watching her sit on the bed. "I usually don't get in bed with people before the first date... Plus, you wouldn't want to be sued for statutory rape or anything would you?" he grinned at her, holding out Deadpool so she could take him back.
Joselyn took back Deadpool, setting him delicately on top of her laptop. "Right, fourteen was it?" she asked, setting Harold next to Deadpool. "I mean, goodness. You can't even go to R Rated movies. How lame." She grinned at him, clearly not believing that he was only fourteen years old, no matter how many times he attempted to tell her this.
"You could always sneak me in," David said with a smile, and took off his shoes, letting them drop to the floor, twisting to put his feet behind her and then lying back on her bed. "And we could drive to Canada and you could buy me beer," he folded his hands behind his head.
"Canada? Just for beer? No, I think I'd have to buy you something better than just beer," Joselyn said, crossing her legs and leaning against the headboard. "And R Rated movies? Totally overrated. You can see worse on television. Or, as it were, at Mutant High." A thought struck her and an expression of guilt fell on her features. "We never did return to Amy and Mort...do you think they missed us?"
"When I was unpacking I think I saw them dismembering each other out on the lawn," David said. "So, that's either an absolute no or a terrifying yes... I just assumed it was some kind of strange mating ritual." He looked up at the ceiling. "You know, I don't really know very much about you..."
"And they go from Emo couple to Supa Freak couple," Joselyn said with an amused grin. "How frighteningly adorable." She shook her head, the grin turning into a smile and looked down at David. "Funny, I think I'd have to say the same about you, Mr. Mystery." She leaned forward, elbows on knees and head in her hands. "So how do you suppose we remedy this? I mean, I'm always one for digging up the other's confidential files, but I'm sure there are other, less amusing ways of acquiring the same information..."
"I suppose I could come clean," David said, setting his face as if uncertain about the whole subject. "I may or may not have lied about a couple things..." He sat up on his elbows, looking over at her. "Is your father really a chef?"
"Funny, never would have guessed," Joselyn said, the smile lingering on her face. "Yes, my father really is a chef. And he tried to teach me everything he knew about cooking. Most of it rubbed off, I suppose. I can survive, to say the least." She grinned as she looked at his hat. "Do you sleep in that thing?"
David's hand went for his hat and he adjusted it. "That depends on who I'm sleeping with," he said. "How did you find out about your... ability?"
"Would you sleep with it on or off with Harold?" Joselyn questioned, glancing over at the plushie cthulhu before looking back at David. "A group of older kids were beating on me and it sort of shook something lose. Next thing I knew it was like a storm was wailing on them and then I passed out. Took quite a knock to the noggin." She rubbed the back of her head remembering that strange day. "What aboutyou?"
"Off, he's got more problems than I do," David answered quickly to the first question, then listened to her story. "Me? My ability to dodge personal questions? I don't know, it more or less exposed itself during my first appointment with a psychologist. You know, they'll fall for more bullshit than you'd expect," he said.
"And they dish out even more than you want," Joselyn responded, leaning back against the headboard, her hands resting in her lap. "As for you amazing ability to dodge personal questions, I'm sure it's been with you since you were born. I have no doubts about this." She smiled and glanced up at the ceiling. "So, up for me taking you and Java to town for apple pie? I thought about inviting Amy and Mort...but then I remembered that a.) they're naked, and b.) they kind of stand out." She paused, grinning at the picture that began to form in her minds eye of people falling to their knees and praying as they saw a walking skeleton. "I could always bring them back some pie..."
David, knowing he wasn't always this way and once upon a time was quite an honest boy, simply shrugged at her first comments. "Mort has no stomach," he said. "And something tells me Amy would have a little trouble with the whole cutlery thing.... Plus I don't exactly think watching them try to eat gooey apple pie is a very appetizing activity." He sat up, pushing himself back with his hands to give her more room. "We should probably go hang out with them, though, so they don't think we're total assholes."
"You're probably right," Joselyn said, biting her lower lip and looking off in no particular direction as she momentarily zoned out. Then she snapped back to reality and grinned as she jumped off of the bed. "We need to find Java first. Harold and I miss 'er plus she's all cute and innocent like." She grabbed Harold as well as Deadpool, stuffing the action figure into her back pocket as she imagined him making some comment like That's exactly where I belong, sugar tits! and stiffled a laugh at the thought. She scanned around the room once more before deciding she didn't need anything else.
"Well, you find Java and I'll go hang out with Amy and Mort," David said, sliding off the bed and stretching his arms behind his head. He then let them drop and dangle before flashing her a brief smile and heading for the door, leaving to go to the school grounds.
"Sounds like a plan," she mumbled and decided as an after thought to grab her rainbow colored wallet and cell phone, incase they did end up going to get apple pie. After that she stuffed the items in her pockets and slid out of her bedroom, locked the door, and then went in search of Java with Harold in her arms.
Joselyn burst into her room and started throwing items into a back pack without even shutting her door. A pair of underwear, another shirt, a pair of clean socks and a hair brush were tossed into her back pack along with Death Note. She checked to make sure there weren't any knives of any sort in her back pack and then headed out the door, locking it behind her.
Stumble!