The walls are plastered with posters that she has picked up from various concerts as well as a pirate flag that she once had the urge to sew, which is comprised of a number of random pieces of fabric which came from god knows where. Tiny stars of varying sizes litter the flag and a large skull and crossbones in a geometric style covers the middle.
JLC's Room 1
JLC's Room 2
Joselyn lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Thoughts concerning her dreams circled her mind and she wonder if they meant anything, if they ever meant anything other than her mind was at play. An hour passed before she decided breakfast was a good idea. She didn't bother to change out of her pajamas, instead opting to shower after breakfast. With her mind made up, Joselyn left her bedroom and walked toward the stairs.
Joselyn walked into her room and shut the door behind David. "No, I don't have the day planned out," she responded after going over to her wardrobe to pick out an outfit. "I'm just guessing what will probably happen. Assuming, if you will." She browsed through her shirts until she found a plain yellow t-shirt with a breast pocket. Taking that out of the drawer she tossed it on her bed, followed by a bra and a pair of jeans. "You didn't have plans, did you?"
David glanced at Joselyn's bra and raised a brow. "I did, actually," he said, looking back over at her, and for the first time realising she currently wasn't wearing a bra, but didn't show that revelation visually. "I was going to paint my toenails, put on a mud mask and read Vogue."
Joselyn walked back from her wardrobe with a pair of underwear in her hand and picked up the other articles of clothing off of her bed. "Psh, Vogue. I usually go with Spin or Rolling Stone. Be right back." She then disappeared into the bathroom to change. Minutes later she emerged, stretching. "So, think we could paint nails together? Make it something to do with friends?"
"I don't know, Jos, I'm not a friendsy kind of guy,"
David said. As she was changing he'd sat on her bed and wait there leaning against the wall with his legs stretched out in front of him and her pillows propped up behind his back. "I'm more of a lone wolf."
"Adorable, really,"
Joselyn said, grinning and shaking her head. She folded up her pajamas and placed them in a drawer before walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge. "That whole loner deal. Doesn't get you very far. Eventually you need some one sitting next to you when you're locked up in jail for a night." She made a funny face at him and then laid back across the bed, dangling her arms off the other end and staring at the ceiling. She was goofy in the morning.
"I think Bubba will do fine at that job,"
David replied with a happy smile, looking down at Jos.
Joselyn laughed and held her legs up in the air, moving her toes and watching them wiggle. "But would Bubba let you keep your hat?" she asked, still watching her toes.
"I'd take off my hat for Bubba,"
David said. "He and I are deep in love." He looked off out the window, as if daydreaming about happy times with Bubba.
"How romantic,"
Joselyn giggled and stretched her legs while she had them in the air. Afterward, she rolled over onto her side and poked David in the foot. "Daydreaming about Bubba, eh?"
"Mmm... his chest is even hairier than Hasselhoff's..
." David sighed joyfully and looked down at Jos.
"No way, really?" Joselyn laughed, grinning. "What a hairy hairy man!" She laughed again and shook her head so her hair fell loosely off of the bed and she could brush it with her fingers.
David laughed, echoing her own laughter, and watched her run her fingers through her hair. "Would you ever cut your hair off?" he asked.
"Not unless it were a life or death situation," Joselyn said seriously. "It's my favorite trait."
"More than your saintliness?" David teased, pulling down his hat and silently musing on how opposite they were hair-wise.
"Oh, definitely," Joselyn said, grinning and pulling her fingers through her hair again.
"If you could be any famous person in the world, who would it be? Dead or alive," David asked, folding his hands on his stomach.
"Does Robin Hood count?" Joselyn asked, raising her eyebrows in questioning and pursing her lips, waiting for his response.
David hummed and cocked his head from side to side, pondering. "No," he answered, finally. "And neither does anyone from King Arthur. Or the Bible."
"That's so lame," Joselyn said, pouting. She rolled over onto her back again, her legs and arms dangling off over either side of the bed. "Hmmm...What about Sidartha?"
"Buddha?" David asked, raising his brows. "Sure, why not?"
"I'd totally want to be Buddha," Joselyn decided and glanced at David. "What about you?"
"Hugh Hefner," David responded after a long period of thought, and then looked very satisfied with his answer.
"Mind if I visited every once and a while, Hugh?" Joselyn asked, grinning.
"I'm pretty sure it's against your religion," David responded thoughtfully. "Plus, you'd be dead. But if you like, we can put up a big statue of you in the Grotto."
"I guess that'll suffice," Joselyn said, stretching and then folding her arms behind her head.
David heard some yelling and smashing going on the the recreation room. "What the hell is that?" he asked, only half to Joselyn, and stood up, leaving the room to go check it out.
David returned a few minutes later and flopped back on her bed, burying his face in her comforter. "Man, it's too early for drama," came his muffled voice.
"Oh, but David!" Joselyn said, nudging him in the ribs and leaning up toward his buried face. "Drama's always good for gossip! So, ya know, spill! What happened down there? Eh?"
"Well, see, Mort had decided to leave Mutant High forever," David started as he turned onto his side so he could speak clearly. "Because he wanted to go off and be a break dancer on So, You Think You Can Dance but Amy grew up in a Footloose town and doesn't believe in Dancing so she's all against it. Anyway, so Mort started gettin' crunk to show off his awesome skills and try to convince her dancing was good."
Joselyn was grinning ear to ear as she listened to David's story. "I missed all this?" she asked. "Or is there more?"
"Well, I don't know, there might have been mention of Mort being a backup dancer for the Spice Girls reunion," David shrugged. "By then I'd stopped paying attention because I was busy staring at this blue, floating genie monkey who totally popped out of nowhere."
"I love those kind of genies," Joselyn said, wondering if anything he'd just said was believable and rolling onto her back. "Did you get any wishes?"
"Just one, but if I tell you," David responded, "It won't come true."
Joselyn feigned disappointment. "Not even a little hint?" she pleaded, her head turned toward David while she spoke.
"No," David said, quite seriously, and sat up where he was, crossing his legs Indian style.
"Must be something you really want," Joselyn said, eyeing him suspiciously and then returning her gaze to the ceiling.
"I'm just kidding," David said happily. "I wished for a pony - want to see it?" he looked excited, his shoulders pushed up a bit and a little boy with a surprise grin on his face.
"Well of course! Ponies rock!" Joselyn said, pushing herself up into a sitting position and grinning at David.
"Let's go!" David jumped off the bed and went for the door, heading toward the main entrance hall.
Joselyn slid off her bed a bit more gracefully than David's jump and followed him to the main entrance hall.
David walked into Jos' room and looked around for Harold. "Harold, my love," he called, wandering about aimlessly, keeping his eyes open.
Joselyn didn't bother shutting the door before she started looking for Harold. "You know, he's probably under the bed," she said, walking over to her bed and reaching down to pull the comforter up so she could see.
David followed her, getting down on all fours to look under the bed, peeking under with his elbows bent. "My darling!" he exclaimed, and reached under an arm, presing his ear against the floor to extend his arm far enough to retrieve Harold.
Joselyn let the comforter drop back over the side of the bed after David had retrieved Harold and grinned at his reaction. "I'm sure he missed you while he was under there," she said, offering David a hand up.
"It was such a horrible place, under your bed, filled with many malicious dust bunnies," David replied, lovingly stroking Harold's head as if to calm him from his terror, every so often giving him a gentle "Shhh... It's alright now..."
Joselyn laughed, heading for her door and leaning against the frame as she waited for David. "Let's take 'em down to Java, shall we?" she suggested, spinning her keys on her finger while she waited. "I don't want her to wake up while we're not there."
"I concur, I once woke up with no one there and it left me traumatized for life," David said as he carried Harold out of her room. "But that might be because even though no one was there, something definitely was."
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