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| Comfort Food; Terry | |
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| Topic Started: May 10 2010, 04:04 AM (561 Views) | |
| Siryn | May 22 2010, 08:37 PM Post #16 |
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Sonokinesis/Flight/Vocal Hypnotism
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Slumping in the chair slightly, Terry snickered as Dallas promised they’d show any nuns the door. He was a good sort; a few people she’d met so far wanted little more than to hear the gossip that was her life story and it had been the same at St. Elizabeths. He didn’t ask and he didn’t push at anything; it was a welcome change as she’d come to expect it at her former school. For the first time, properly, she was sort of very glad she was there as it was relatively safe, if only from nosy bastards and nuns running rampant. “Well…I do plenty of shoutin’ in all honesty, but I’m just a gobby mare. Can’t help it,” she gave him a wicked smile, wiping her hands with some of the spare kitchen roll he had passed to deal with her shirt mopup. “It’s just in me nature. Shoutin’ is sorta what I do, literally,” Terry alluded to her sonokinetic abilities that had been passed down from Cassidy. Nice how things worked out like that. “I admit it though, that’s the thing. You get those sorts that like to be the big I am and they’re just not,” she shook her red hair slightly, lazily allowing her head to flop to one side, glad that she had found someone nice and normal to talk to in this crazy place. While he busied himself, leaving notes about the leftovers, Terry made half an attempt to help clear up; domestication was not her strong point, but she felt obliged to try and make an effort in this case. After all, she might get food out of it again. “Well, any time you need a cake testing, or a pizza or whatever. I’m not really allowed out, so I’m normally around,” she nodded at him, pledging her assistance for future culinary experiments. As stretched after giving the table a quick wipe, she turned a little and looked over at him, considering his offer of a DVD. Wasn’t a bad call; it was still too early for bed and they were still probably at it in the girls lounge with their Disney marathon to end all marathons. “Why not, eh? Got anythin’ in mind? Dunno what the DVD collection is like over in your lounge. Something without romance and singing and dancing and that kinda shite’d be good. Y’seen RocknRolla? Love that film. We have ter see if that’s anywhere in the building and I mean anywhere. People don’t give Guy Ritchie enough credit in my opinion. I love his films. I really want ter watch that now,” with a slightly mischievous grin she motioned her head towards the doorway and started to walk out of the kitchen. “Best thing about it? No singin’ teens.” |
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