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Aug 19, 2006 02:07

Date/Time: Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005 / 7:00 PM
Location: Library
Open To: Liesl
Currently Involving: Yory Jory

( A book club. Or, uh. Something. )

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liesl_jacobs August 19 2006, 07:54:53 UTC

It was definitely a pretty effort on his part, to put up the flier. Yes, pretty. Pretty kätzchen.
And it was unfortunate that she had to take it down.

After all, the 'book club' was really only for them. He couldn't know that, no, but this manipulation was all on his behalf. And if she was going to get this right, she couldn't have a gaggle of other students milling about and watching, prying, getting in the way. They hadn't read the book, anyway. It was just her and Jory. Liesl and Yory. She would keep it that way, selfish. Because, selfish as she was, she rarely ever got to keep things to herself these days. Anything she set her sights on kept being swept out from under her, by those luckier, and daintier, and more sly than she.

So, this was a lesson in slyness. Yory Elephant. Ele-- however you say it. He was a lesson in slyness, manipulation, and destruction. Paranoid Miss Jacobs needed the skills. It didn't matter that he had said 'nein' in that strangely likeable way and made her laugh, because Liesl Jacobs didn't like things, ( ... )

jory_elecott August 19 2006, 08:35:52 UTC

If he seemed at all surprised to see her, it was because he sort of was. Even though, being her idea and all, he had assumed she would show, he had guessed she might not. To the point where he was hoping she might not, and he was also hoping she would, which were two very antithetical hopes. If her arrival made him grateful for anything, it was at least for the fact that it killed the antithetical hopes bouncing around in his head.

But she had all that junk with her, and he just had himself.

"Hey," he greeted in response to her non-greeting. His chair had previously been in danger of tipping backwards and sprawling him hopelessly on the floor, but when she set her bag down, he straightened it. Oblivious to her disgust over his sneakers, he dropped them to the floor anyway, and said, "Uh, I guess so," with a shrug.

He thought perhaps to elaborate and explain that the flier had gone up and had, in the span of a few days, gone down or been taken down or what-have-you, and that it was likely that no one had had a chance to see it ( ... )

liesl_jacobs August 21 2006, 00:19:26 UTC

She had to restrain herself from snorting at his response to the lack of club members. If only he knew what she had done. Hm, what then? Well, he'd probably still be fascinated with her, because she was innately fascinating, of course. At least, that is what she would have said if she had been privy to his train of thought. There were a lot of if's in this stream of consciousness. She wondered at it. Liesl did not normally question things. He would not know what she had done, because she would not confess it. That would ruin the whole sly, manipulative exercise, now wouldn't it ( ... )

jory_elecott August 21 2006, 15:29:43 UTC

It was possibly sarcasm, if the smirk was any indication, but it still made Jory blink a bit, and he answered quite seriously, "Um, yeah. You can." But what was happening here was he was maybe being made fun of or something, what with the 'generous' bit and the staring and he found himself incredibly frustrated; he didn't have a bead on her at all. She was confusing. He frowned ( ... )

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