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[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

[the journal records outdoorsy noises, but nothing other than that; Jude is out by the pathway that leads down into the city, sitting on one of the larger rocks on top of the hill. he's staring out at the landscape stretching out along the horizon, taking it all in; the snow, the scene and the colours - maybe he should come out and sketch this later - as he rolls a cigarette over in his hand that he knows he can't smoke. bundled up semi-warmly, he's just thinking. this boy needs to be pestered.]

((ooc: Open post, go on ahead. He really needs CR, man. D: Frigid '60s Liverpudlian artist dead ahead!))

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[lanterning.livejournal.com]

[here, have old glowy eyes, walking down the path, because hey. snow. spots Jude, and moves closer, glancing at the cigarette]

Kicking the habit?

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

[whoa. o.o -- oh, right, talking. he looks down, tapping it on his hand a little]

Don't have to. Castle did it for me. [mirthless chuckle]

[lanterning.livejournal.com]

...Oh.

[not much sympathy from this one]

Kind of a favour it did you, don't you think?

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

... I guess. Pretty far from a favour the first few weeks, though.

[lanterning.livejournal.com]

[a nodshrug thing]

Quitting cold turkey on anything is never fun. Or easy.

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

Think I'd take the lung cancer or whatever over doin' that again.

[lanterning.livejournal.com]

[B|] Only got one life, kid.

[nods at the cigarette] Couldn't have been that fun.

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

[:\] Felt good, though. And we didn't exactly have people runnin' the anti-smoking brigade back where I come from. Pretty much the cure-all, lightin' up a fag at the end of a long day. [or a joint, cough]

[lanterning.livejournal.com]

Hmph. [leans against a rock]

Well, I'm not here to lecture you.

[he so would if he didn't instinctively think you were a good kid]

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

[lucky for Jude! but he smirks a bit, because despite being a good kid he doesn't take well to lectures]

Good.

[overninelives.livejournal.com]

[spots! and... attempts to sneak up behind to spook with a gentle shove to the back]

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

[starts a little bit, though he sort of heard her coming. he turns, and seeing it's Claire, smiles] 'Ello 'ello.

[overninelives.livejournal.com]

[she laughs] Hey. Did I interrupt something?

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

Not really, 'less bein' a layabout counts as 'something'.

What's up with you?

[overninelives.livejournal.com]

Sure it does.

I was going to go take a walk in the city. But now I'm going to bug a layabout.

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

[grins] Lucky me.

[overninelives.livejournal.com]

[she leans against the rock and blows on her hands] Aren't you cold?

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

[shrugs, pulling his tuque down a bit] A bit, I guess, yeah. 'S not too bad.

[overninelives.livejournal.com]

Is that so? Thinking about setting yourself on fire, I see. [nods to the cigarette]

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

[heh] Think it might help? ... No, just found this in me coat pocket.

[overninelives.livejournal.com]

Not very good for your health, you know.

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

[a sigh stuck between resigned and 'how many times am I gonna hear this'] I know. Heard the lectures, read the stuff. Funny how no one seemed to give a toss back 'ome. ... Doesn't matter now, though; couldn't light up if I wanted to.

[overninelives.livejournal.com]

Times change. But hey, don't look so down.

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

[smiles] Yeah. [oh look, there goes the cigarette, down the hill and plopping silently into the snow]

So you said you were going into town, hey? [rubs his hands together a bit]

[overninelives.livejournal.com]

[smiles a bit]

That I did. Wanna join me?

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

Sure.

[overninelives.livejournal.com]

We can get hot chocolate somewhere.

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a plan. I'm all for it. [pushing himself off the rock -- ffff stiff]

[iknowhowtogetit.livejournal.com]

[and the bounty hunter is not used to the snowy path whatsoever; her homeland was not graced with all this fluffy white stuff. she passes by the quiet, pensive man and doesn't really give him much of a thought. in fact, she doesn't even give him an interested glance whatsoever... well, until she steps on the wrong patch of ice and nearly slides right into him on that perch of his. ;;;]

_{(ooc. I'm listening to the guy's soundtrack as we speak! I got to bother him now. ;D)}

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

[ohshi -- trying not to fall while at the same time trying to keep her from bashing her head or something D:]

((ooc: Heee, yay! Just finished watching the movie myself... :D))

[iknowhowtogetit.livejournal.com]

[she tries to catch herself by placing her hands on his shoulders, something she would more than likely refrain from doing if she could help it, but... well, she can't. upon coming in contact with the guy, she makes sure her feet are firmly planted in the ground before flinching away from him]

...whoa man, sorry.

_{(ooc. aaaaah i love it. ♥ it was our thanksgiving movie haha.)}

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

[whoaoaoa. but he laughs a little]

Hey, no trouble. Got pretty bloody icy out here quick, eh?

((ooc: suuuch a good movie. ♥))

[iknowhowtogetit.livejournal.com]

[she folds her arms and flips her hair, "dusting" some chunks of snow off her clothes and eyes him carefully. well, good thing he wasn't going to be a jerk about it. most guys were.]

Yeah. Not used to any of this... snow. Obviously. How do people walk in this stuff?

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

[heh, and he scratches his head] Very carefully. ... No snow where you're from?

[iknowhowtogetit.livejournal.com]

Not in my homeland. The world itself had poles... all the cold was confined there.

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

Huh. Be nice if it worked like that back home; spent one too many winters freezin' me arse off out in the yard. Where are you from then?

[iknowhowtogetit.livejournal.com]

[shrugs] This world of Four Nations: Water, Earth, Fire, Air. Each nation's made up of people who can throw around the element their land's named after. I'm from the Earth Kingdom, but I don't go around throwing rocks at people.

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

[a 'huh, interesting' sort of nod, shifting a bit on the rock]

[iknowhowtogetit.livejournal.com]

[simply gazes at, shrugging] ...yeah, I tend to get that reaction.

[malachor-echoed.livejournal.com]

[the Exile's taking a stroll into town and, seeing Jude, figures him for one of the castle folk]

Aren't you cold?

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

[turns a bit] Not really. [lol lies]

[malachor-echoed.livejournal.com]

[she comes to a stop more or less even with him, and surveys the landscape ahead of them for a few moments]

I've spent time on cold-climate planets. It doesn't bother me, either. [then she eyes him] But you're a one-planet man, aren't you?

[redresolve.livejournal.com]

[ our characters? clearly need moar CR, Ace! there's a rather petit looking girl coming your way with an armload of boxes - hidden christmas presents! but the moment she sees him she pauses to smille and nod and, in the process.. loses her balance, totally dropping everything she was holding ]

[artistictemper.livejournal.com]

[oh, noes! Jude, ever-chivalrous mostly goes to help her pick them up] Oops -- you all right?

[redresolve.livejournal.com]

I'm fine, maybe I got a little bit ambitious in trying to find so many gifts at once.

[ laughs, crouching down to help him scoop up the brightly-colored boxes ] Thank you.

[mysticalvender.livejournal.com]

[Have a green lounge singing demon, Jude! Covered up as best he can, because he's not sure if people will try to kill him or not]

You know, they have these little patches that you stick on your arm if you really want to quit. They look like you've had some sort of humorous accident, but hey, apparently it works.