A Day In The Life Of Skippy

[jason]

TAGGED: Open

[W] Some Language

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In his room he was laying on his bed bored out of his mind and making random things out of thin air. Ever since he has been here he has been practicing his powers and such which is why his room is cluttered. He has so much stuff since he thinks of different things to try and conjure up randomly. "Baseball..." He said then he forced on his hand and tried to visualize a baseball which one appeared magically in his hand. He sighed a little bored then he threw the ball and smirked slowly. "Cat toy!" He said which he put his hand out then sat up which he imagined a mouse that a cat would play with. It popped into his hand which he set on his bed then got up to get dressed. He threw on some semi-tight black jeans with a light red shirt on him and normal black skater shoes. He shoved the fake mouse into his front pocket then grabbed his sweatshirt and skateboard. Leaving his room he snickered at his grand master plan and went out the front door.

He settled his skateboard out there for his masterful get away then walked back in to face Riven who shook his head. "Don't give me that look! You'd do it too!" He said in his own defense with a small whine. Riven just smirked then agreed to then left to his music room out of sight, he wanted to not be around for Jason's masterful plan. He went into the kitchen to see Dodge doing something with Jessica. Which Jason ran up to them shoved the fake mouse which looked realistic down Dodge's shirt. "Score!" He said which he went turned around quickly then ran out. He went straight out the front door pulling on his white sweatshirt hoodie over him. Running out the door he nabbed his board then took off down the street yelling back to the house. "AH HAHAHAHA! CAN'T CATCH ME I AM A NINJA!" He snickered as he took off on his skate board. He went rather fast too and just liked the wind blowing his hair about aimlessly. Now another question was where to go or what the heck to do right now.

Since it was in the afternoon right now why not get something to eat which he looked for his wallet. He left it behind so he grumbled held out his hand as he skateboard then conjured his wallet right up. Thank god for his powers sometimes, useful for something, since he also was so forgetful at times. He pushed down his foot to skateboard a little more which he was slowly entering Marseille which wasn't far to begin with. He looked into his wallet seeing he had enough for some lunch in the town which he smiled then went to the city center. There were too many people so he hopped off his skateboard to hold it and walk along with it. He knew he was getting some funny looks since not many owned a skateboard in the little village. Jason was an American man through and through which he didn't care it showed. Walking he was thinking what sounded nice to eat, what to get, something warm he thought. So he looked for a small little cafe which would serve some soup or something. Now that sounded like a good idea, nice warm soup, which his search was complete when he found one.

He walked into the little shop then looked around saw no one he knew which he did not care either, he would find a friend. He took a seat at the bar of the small little cafe then put his skateboard leaned against the bar counter on the ground. He sat there smiled when he got a menu then he opened it. Wow, they had some nice things on here which did not contain snails in it. He chuckled to his own little comment then he tilted his head to the side thinking about the soup. "Broccoli and cheese soup, please." He said when he was asked then he shrugged to a drink. "Water is fine." He tapped his fingers musically against the counter then he looked around at the place. He seen this place before but did not come in to eat at all. Must be new, which he was glad to stumble upon it today since what he ordered sounded delicious. Soon he stopped the drumming and just hummed to himself not sure what to do. He was thinking about what else to do today besides feed himself and cause aimless havoc. Havoc, which kind would he pull off this day? He went put his hand under his chin in a deep thought thinking pose.

[elaezerbelle]

Odille brushed her one free hand over her forehead and squinted up at the sun. It hung high in the center of the sky overhead, warmed her chilly body, and told her she needed to eat something. She set down the bow that was held in the other hand and grabbed her cello. Then, kneeling down, she opened it’s case. She had closed it so presumptuous passersby could not throw their useless coins at her. She shook her head as she placed the instrument there, closed it, and secured it over her back.

She walked through Le Cours Julien with her load, looking peculiar as usual. She glanced at herself in the shop windows, as was habit for most girls she thought. She was wearing her usual coat, a long green velvet with a flared bottom that made it look like a skirt. She had on black heels, with matching black ribbons in her hair. Underneath was a dress, for she almost always wore dresses. She couldn’t even remember now which she’d chosen.

A small café caught her eye, she was never one to say no to the coffee that was sure to be waiting inside such a place, and forgot about food altogether. When she went inside, a little bell chimed, letting the other inhabitants of the shop know someone had entered. There was a sort of bar there, which she quickly took a seat at, feeling like she was in a bit of a hurry for no apparent reason. “May I have a coffee, strong and black, s'il vous plaît.” She had a charming English accent, and said the last part in French. Then she remembered lunch. “Oh…and a salad.” She added.

The coffee came and was much too weak, but she didn’t object. She played with her food a little and ate slowly, then glanced around at the place. There was a boy nearby at the bar looking distracted, he looked up at her when she looked at him, and she nodded slightly in response.

[jason]

As soon as his meal came he was happy enough then put salt into it, lots of salt, for some odd reason. Just a dash of pepper then he thought of something to drink which he bite his lip about. Looking around slowly he thought of a normal coka cola which he conjured a bottle in his hands under then table. "Can I have a glass with ice?" He just asked which he waited then looked to the side seeing some girl sitting near him. Maybe she saw, maybe not, he did not mind at all. When he got his glass of ice he opened the soda pop then poured the contents into the glass and screwed the top back on. He left the bottle hear his glass then told the lady it's special drink for his...condition. She bought it since they did not carry coka cola products around these parts of France.

With a small victory snicker he took a drink of his soda then smacked his lips happily. He stirred his soup around slowly and then heard her order but was not being nosy. Nosy was something Riven, his friend, liked to do with the invasion of peoples minds. No Jason was more the settled type who liked to keep to himself and did not pester anyone. Lies, he went smirked then went looked at her after she was done ordering then gave her a compliment. "Beautiful french there, Madam, and also such a beautiful english accent." He smiled to let her know he was flirting and being friendly, mostly flirting. But he did leave her alone after that since after all he had his meal to deal with. After thinking off for a dazing minute to think what chaos to do later he went to his food.

Blowing on the soup slowly to cool it down faster did seem to do the trick. A spoonful went on his spoon then to his mouth which he chewed the broccoli chunks in it. Now this had to be the best choice all day because if he stayed at home. Dodge would of spit in his food before serving him lunch and he knew that well since he got her good. He snickered some more with the thought then shook his head happily ate his soup. Was not hot no more to burn his mouth off so he ate with a little haste but not in a hurry. Every now and then he took a break to take a long drink from his cola and then refilled the glass a little since he had a 20 oncer. The kind you'd get as some random 7/11 shop around America and such. After some time he thought he felt some eyes on him so he glanced to the side seeing the woman was looking at him.

No he was not creped out at all by the female he was just a little curious. Was she checking him out or was something dangling off his face? Maybe it was a boogie from his nose so he kind of itched his nose. No he didn't feel anything when he did that and went back to eating. Soon he did feel the need to ask her so he took one more bite of his food. He chewed the broccoli in his mouth then he shallowed the bite and took a small sip of his coka. He turned his chair to face her then he rose an eyebrow at her then he smiled slowly. "There something on my face distracting you or do you like what you see?" He bite down on the tip of his tongue then he let out a firm snicker of amusement at what he said. Now he sat there waiting for an answer which he was thinking of the millions of comebacks she could say to that. But hoping at least she was not a prude woman and was going to slap him or something. After all he was kidding mildly at the last part of his comment, was trying to give her a laugh.

[elaezerbelle]

His food arrived, just a bowl of soup. She watched him pour loads of salt on and was a bit disgusted. Lots of guys did that, so she should be used to it, but it somehow mentally triggered something that made her vividly imagine she was tasting that salt. Next, he produced a coca cola bottle, seemingly out of nowhere, but then she must’ve been too absorbed in the salt pouring. The waitress was curious about his beverage, and he said something about it being for his “condition“. It took all Odille’s might not to laugh outright, and she thought of many sarcastic remarks she could make in response to this, had they been more familiar and she much more outgoing.

"Beautiful French there, Madam, and also such a beautiful English accent." The boy said this blatantly flirting, and smiled at her. He turned away, and once he did, she rolled her eyes. She inwardly felt a mild pleasure at being complimented on her accent though, it was one thing she appreciated about herself. That thought she’d lived in America for so long, she didn’t have a New York accent, or anything like it.

He snickered some more with the thought then shook his head happily ate his soup
The boy next to her became more and more interesting as time went on, and Odille lost all interest in her half eaten salad (it was much too big anyway), and seemed to sip her coffee on an angle, turned to the side so she could watch him. He was laughing to himself and shaking his head, apparently enjoying a private joke or conversation with himself.

Eventually he started to become agitated that she was watching him, he even wiped his nose thinking something was on his face, and she once again had to resist the strong urge to laugh. There something on my face distracting you or do you like what you see?" He laughed a little, as amused at himself as she seemed to be. He was good looking, she thought, and crinkled her nose, but much too young for her liking.

She laughed finally and took a sip of her coffee, shaking her head in response to the latter question, “My apologies, I‘m Odille. It’s just you’re so much more amusing than my salad plate.” She said this in her normal sweet tone, introducing herself. Then she paused before adding, “And I was wondering what the black rubber band necklace was all about? I noticed lots of American guys wear something similar. Mean anything?” She quirked a brow.