From: Aricia·Carson (Original Message)
Sent: 7/3/2008 5:12 PM
Aricia stared out the window of the speeder as her father, Jory Carson, drove them to some resturant for dinner. Aricia had no idea where they were going and she was hardly dressed for one of the posh resturants the future Chief of State, would frequently visit. As the speeder slowed and came to a stop infront of a staircase covered in a red velvet carpet her heart fell into her stomach. She started to feel slightly ill as looked up at the neon lights above the doorway of the building, flashing the word Corell in bright red and orange, she would glance to her father as he got out of the speeder, before she pushed her door open looking up at the building, Corellian Food with a sosphicated twist, was how the resturant was described in one of Coruscants better known food guides.
She felt so alone in that moment standing at the edge of the carpet, her dark brown hair falling over her face, as she moved a hand up to brush it back, she looked at the people who gathered on either side of it. She looked down at her manner of dress. It would of been a good day to wear one of those outfits she had picked out with her father on her first few days with him. She tugged at the short black skirt a bit, atleast she did not wear her neon fish net stockings as she takes in a deep breath of air, as she runs her hands over her shirt, tugging at it also, pulling it down over her flat smooth stomach. It was black and form fitting, with silver buttons up the front of it. In the lower levels, many would roll up the sleeves of the shirt, but not Aricia, she kept them down and tightly closed around her wrists as she began to rub her form arms, as she stands there stunned. Her deep brown eyes taking in the building and everyone around her.
Suddenly she heard someone shouting her father's name, and then others joining in, as flash bulbs began to go off, blinding Aricia as she stands there squinting her eyes against the brightness.
From: Jøry Cărsøn
Sent: 7/3/2008 10:36 PM
{(After the RP involving Taynor and Burnman)}
In fact, it was one of the finer establishments in Coruscant that did not require some lavish dress code. This place, though servant to the bureaucrat was also known to serve some of the more eccentric artists (of many kinds) on the upper levels of the megalopolis. Deftly (after many days of practice) Jory Carson wove the speeder in and out of traffic until he came to a resting place at the valet entrance. He had stepped out of the car before the valet made his attempt to open the door, and tried to make it around the speeder before Aricia had the chance to imitate his action.
Too late. He sighed as she stepped out. He felt sure that if he could only act the chivalrous type for her that perhaps her opinion (and mood) would change towards him. Things, while they had not been going badly, were not going in a manner that made Carson believe that he and his daughter were bonding in a true Father-Daughter manner.
True, he had taken her shopping (repeatedly), true he had given her the option of where to dine (most nights), true he had searched for a new apartment so that they could live comfortably while retaining some modicum of privacy, put her in the top notch school that Coruscant offered (or that money would buy), but still he was not pleased with how well (or not so) she seemed to be adjusting to her new way of life.
He had just stepped around the speeder and raised his hand to put an arm around her when he heard it: “Carson, Jory Carson, over here!” And sure enough, with a dazzling flash of white light the photo session had begun.
Lately Carson had taken to just letting them take their photos and be on their way. Since it had come out that he had a daughter (whether legitimately or not was yet to be determined by the general population of the entire New Republic) it seemed that he could not go anywhere (especially with Aricia) without being accosted by press wanting more answers.
With a quick glance at her attire (it was rather more eccentric than he would have liked) he prodded Aricia. He knew that she hated the photos but life as a Senator, and candidate for the Chief of State, demanded a certain level of cooperation with these hounds.
He smiled slightly so as to not appear completely irritated at having his evening summarily turned into a photo-shoot and allowed the camera to flash several times before turning back to the restaurant.
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From: Aricia•Carson
Sent: 7/5/2008 4:29 PM
Aricia brought her hand up to shield her eyes from the white flashes of light that were threatening to blind her. She hated photos, she hated the bright lights even more though, it was as if she was being attacked by a million lightning bugs that just would not stop flashing. She could no longer make out the entrance to the restaurant. She was a bit paniced until she felt an arm slide around her torso. She couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of relief as she looked over to her father seeing him standing beside her.
Lately Aricia had been thinking about their relationship. About how to help them become closer like a father and daughter should be. She had come up with a few ideas but most of them involved Jory getting dirty. She thought better of those ideas. He was a senator after all and trying to be Chief of State. He couldn't be seen in the places she wanted to go. She kept telling herself things would get better in time. They would get use to each other and the personality quirks. She just hoped it would not take too long.
Aricia brought her hand down from her face, as she squinted agaisnt the attacks of the flash bulbs, standing still for a moment with her father as she hears the questions being thrown out by those gathering around "Carson! Who is the girl's mother?" "How old is she?" "Where is she from?" "How are you two getting along?" "Why have you kept her hidden?" many more were yelled out, the questions turned into one big mess of just words, she was unable to make out most of them herself.
She turned with Jory as he moved towards the restaurant she walked along with him, though she could barely see where she was going, still blinded by the flash bulbs. She let her father guide her to the door. She would even let him open it for her, if he really wanted too. She would give him a few seconds to because she did it herself.
Aricia would move into the restaurant and look around then look back at her father. This was not the type of restaurant he normally picked. It had tall black walls, that would meet with a deep crimson ceiling. Glass fixtures curved down to the center of the room, the vibrant hues of red, yellow, blue intertwining together, as light flowed through them casting there respective colors on the white floor below. Scattered around the room, were round tables covered in black table clothes, with golden yellow overlays. The walls were covered in artwork, from various local artists, the bright colors sticking out from the plain black walls. She would smile a bit to Jory, this was much better then most of the place he picked, it almost fit her personality and what she liked perfectly.
From: Jøry Cărsøn
Sent: 7/14/2008 1:05 AM
He only smiled and shook his head slightly as he led Aricia towards the restaurant; he ignored the questioning. “Come on,” he said gently, “just ignore them...they’ll find something better to talk about soon enough." Taking advantage of her apparent momentary blindness he opened the door and ushered her in.
As they gained the sanctity of the building he was taken aback by the eccentric décor. He paused for a moment in the doorway to survey the surroundings and silently hoped that the food was going to be worth eating.
As Aricia surveyed the decorations Jory noticed that her eyes lingered long on the artwork and one piece in particular. Soon the hostess asked the typical questions: “How many in your party?” “Smoking or non?” "Would you like a table or booth?”
“Two, non, and, could we get that table over there,” he asked as he pointed towards the table directly beneath the picture that Aricia was studying so intently. The hostess nodded politely and led them to the table.
“Can I get you started with a wine?” She asked.
“Do you have Alderaanian Ale…no, wait. Just make it water please.” Carson said.
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From: Aricia•Carson
Sent: 7/16/2008 12:08 AM
Aricia would move into the restaurant with Jory allowing him to open the door for her, she would move inside smiling brightly to him. "I will try to" she says softly. It was hard for her to ignore them. The flashing lights and the shouting. She just wasn't use to being in the spot light. She was use to being just a normal girl, who went to school and painted.
She would smile a bit at her father's reaction to the restaurant. She tried not to giggle, though it was hard. She knew he would not be use to a restaurant decorated in such a manner, but then again it was posh and upper level. It truly was one he could get use to.
Aricia would allow her father to answer the questions as they were guided towards the table. She smiled as the hostess pulled her chair out, Aricia would slide into the seat, smoothing out the back of her her short skirt as she sits down, "Thank You" she whispers softly as she scoots the chair in slightly, taking the black napkin opening it and placing it on her lap.
She would watch her father order his drink a soft smile coming to her face when he changes to water, she would then smile to the hostess "A water too please" she says softly. As the woman moved away she would look back to Jory "You could of had an Ale if you wanted to" she said softly. She had seen him drunk before. The first time she ever met him he had gotten so drunk, unable to cope with her being there, unable to deal with having a teenaged daughter. She would just smile to him for a moment, before opening the menu looking at it.
From: Jøry Cărsøn
Sent: 7/26/2008 11:54 PM
He nodded congenially towards her, his dirty blonde hair falling into his eyes for a moment before a well practiced jerk cleared his face again. He spoke his own thanks to her in regards to his preferred drink choice before taking a look through the menu.
Anyone well acquainted with him would have noticed the slightly furrowed eyebrows indicating his uneasy towards his surroundings, and the look of the menu did little to brighten his mood.
Helen had taught him to cook nearly everything on this menu, she had not, however, cared to add the small intricacies to the dished that made them sound (in Jory’s opinion) odd. However, with adequate time he was able to find a few things to eat that sounded at least normal.
Momentarily the waiter returned and Carson placed his order. “I would like the Smoked Nerf garnished with Seed Popper, a side of Charbote root and Mounder Potatoe Rice. If I am not much mistaken we will share a serving of Csolcir with extra Vweilu nut. And, as we are celebrating, or at least will be,” he said with a lofty smile in her direction, “the traditional Ryshcate will do.”
He paused for a moment to survey Aricia before continuing. "Also, I would like to add a drink to the tab, I’ll take Corelian Whiskey, preferably Whyren’s Reserve.” He finished with another little nod to his daughter.
From: Aricia•Carson
Sent: 7/27/2008 5:22 PM
Aricia sat across from her father. She noticed how uneasy he was in this place but for the first time since she had arrived on Coruscant she was actually comfortable somewhere. Her light blue eyes would scan the large dining room, they would fall upon some senators which she knew only because she had seen them in the halls of the senate so much.
The menu was much better then most of the places that Jory usually picked to eat at. It was food she knew but with a fashionable higher class twist to it. In her mind this was right up Jory's alley as far as food went.
She would smile listening to her father order and then would look to the waiter and smile a bit "the same" she said softly as she waited for him to leave before asking Jory the question that was currently burning in her mind. "What are we celebrating?" she asks softly. It was most definately not her failing grades, but then, what could it be? Had she forgotten his birthday, maybe it was something to do with his work.
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From: Jøry Cărsøn
Sent: 7/27/2008 11:30 PM
“Life, Aricia,” he said unconvincingly. “But we shall get to that matter a little later I think, when our bellies are full. For now, if you would, tell me about that stunning mural I found on your bedroom wall yesterday, I must say that I was quite taken aback by the attention to detail that you observe. Even your mother, with her multitude of talents, never had that ability, or, not to my knowledge anyhow.”
Much quicker than he had expected the food returned sizzling and smelling (much to his relief) very good. He tucked into the meal almost immediately as the talk turned briefly to the campaign; he did not like to dwell on that subject for he feared that it bored Aricia so they ate in relative silence for a moment.
Suddenly, he said, “you know, this is tasty, and I think I could get used to it but your mother certainly never cooked like this. She taught me how to cook everything on this table but she would simply...” He stopped abruptly and his eyebrows furrowed deeply, the faintest trace of a tear wet his eye and he bowed his head. It was a momentary show of emotion that was rare indeed for the Senator.
He stammered for a moment before saying, “she would hate this meal.” He finished quietly without looking at Aricia.
From: Aricia•Carson
Sent: 7/28/2008 8:44 PM
Frowns slightly as she gets that answer from him. She didn't believe him, and that answer did nothing to quell her curiousity. Then he changed that subject, she bit her bottom lip a bit as he mentioned the mural. "Tell you about it?" she asks softly. Hoping, praying to Jah that he was not angry about it. It didn't seem like it. "I just couldn't take white walls anymore, I know I should of asked first but sometimes inspiration just hits and I have to do it then or I lose it" she says softly. "I want to do the other walls, but I just didn't have time yet." she loved her wall that was done. It was a forest scene. A dark forest with trees close together that opened up to the bright blue sky, the suns rays just starting to peek over the horizon. She smiled as he complimented her, her face flushing red slightly "Thank you" she whispers softly "Mom loved to paint but more abstracted things."
She would smile as their food came. It smelt wonderful was a bit fancy for her tastes. She loved just plain comfort food. This was the comfort food she loved, but it was very unique, it wasn't what she would make at home. She hated politics, but she also understood that it was her father's life, and it was part of hers. She knew that she should be more aware of what was happening. She would always smile and listen as her father spoke about the senate, the republic and the campaign. If he was successful, she would pushed even more into the spotlight. Everything she did would be watched. Though she was grateful for the silence.
She would smile as he talked about her mother. It wasn't often that Jory opened up about her, that he talked about her, but she enjoyed when he did. "She taught me to cook all of this too, maybe sometime you could invite some people over and we could cook for them, like she taught us" she suggests softly. Then notices the tear, and how he stopped looking to her and just ate. She would sit there silently and do the same.
From: Jøry Cărsøn
Sent: 8/4/2008 1:26 PM
He was still reeling from the shock of what he’d almost said; silently he berated himself for his lack of tack. ‘She die if she seen this, you idiot, what are you thinking.’ That question was answered by another hateful voice. ‘You weren’t thinking moron; you’re so concerned with your own life that you have no thought of others.’ And still yet another calmer voice spoke reason. ‘You have only had a few weeks to think of her, and to know that she is gone is hard for you, give yourself time to adjust to that fact. You loved her more than life itself, remember that.’
His first reaction to her suggestion was to think absolutely not, but in keeping with the internal fight he’d just had he looked up at her and said softly, “That would be nice.” It had been something that he and Helen had planed for, having parties and company all the time, provided that he’d gotten out of the war in the right mind.
“So, umm, how about school, tell me about it. I have heard, from certain...teachers that things are not going so well. Can you tell me about that, or perhaps this new boy that’s been hanging around?” He tried to speak casually and light hearted, but his voice still carries a slight waver.
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From: Aricia•Carson
Sent: 8/4/2008 5:00 PM
Aricia sat there in the silence eating. the silence did not bother her though. She had learned to live with it. Though she wished at times that she could get closer to the man who was her father. She was already making plans in her mind of a party they could have. It might be a good way for him to network and gain supporters. She would even promise to be on her best behavior, to be the kind of daughter that the chief of state should have. She was always fighting an internal struggle, she wanted to be herself, but she did not fit into his life, or his life style. She tried to fit in though. She tried so hard to keep up appearences. "It would be interesting that is for sure" she says softly, trying to lighten the mood.
Her face paled a bit as he asks about school, and even more when he brought up Aramier. She thought she had kept the fact she had people over a secret. He had never been home when Aramier was over. But then again, Jory was a father, a parent, and parents always know when their children are up to something.
"School is alright I guess" she speaks softly, looking down at her plate of food which was almost gone. "You could say I am struggling to adapt to my surroundings there" she was choosing her words carefully, knowing many of the other students where the children of his friends in the senate. "I don't know how to explain it Jory" she frowned a bit more trying to find the proper words "I just don't really fit in there. I guess its because I use Mom's last name and not yours." she had reasons behind it. She wanted her accomplishments to be her own, and not tainted because her father was Jory Carson, a great statesmen, atleast she thought he was. "I am not like the others. They all come from wealthy families, I am not. I am just normal. I don't care about designers and who has the most speeders or the most expensive glasses or shoes" she sighs a bit. She was struggling at the moment with her words "Its not the course work, its not even the teachers. Its the other students." She took in a deep breath as the flood gates opened "They are so self centered, they care only about themselves and their little groups. Someone like me...cannot get into those groups. I mean I'm sure I could if I said 'oh yea...Jory Carson is my father' but I want people to accept me for me. Not because you are my father. I can't deal them. They are so stupid. If you sat in the courtyard and listened to the conversations you would want to kill yourself. If this school is suppose to turn out young adults who are ready for the politics of the Republic and to work in the Senate. I fear for the future of the Republic. The things that come out of their mouths are just...horrible! I did not know you could talk for fifteen minutes about nail polish and I am sure they could have talked about it longer if the bell didn't ring." She took in a breath allowing that all to sink in before she began to speak once more on the subject of school. "The classes are not challenging. I find myself sitting there bored to tears. I want to be put into the advanced classes, I am smarted then 90% of the students who are already in those classes, the only reason they are there is because their parents paid for it with generous donations I'm sure." Aricia sat there silently for a bit longer as she takes a sip of her water, needing it. She had just let many of the things that were bothering her out. She was not happy at school. But no school would really make her happy at this point. She atleast had shared it with him. She had opened up a bit to him "The teachers are fine. They are wonderful and they care, I know they do, but its just the other factors. I get so frustrated with the stupidity around me, that I just figure, why keep trying? When if I am failing, my grades are higher then the rest of the class because I atleast do something in class, other then my nails or texting."
Her face turned a bit red as she thought of the next question, the next topic. The boy who had been paying her visits. "How do you know about the boy hanging around?" she asks softly, raising a brow looking to her father.
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From: Jøry Cărsøn
Sent: 8/18/2008 10:53 PM
He nodded politely in all the right places, making small noises that would indicate that he was actually listening as he finished the main course of his evening meal. He was a little disappointed that she did not use his last name, the name that her mother had given her, but he did not show it. Further, he cold hardly blame her for her refusal to use that name; after all, he was only barely a father to her.
Finally, when she launched into the tirade about the ‘Other’ girls he could not contain the laughter; it started as a gentle shaking of his well toned stomach, then moved upwards to his shoulders and finally onto his face granting him a youthful look that was seldom there. He restrained himself from open laughter, but just barely.
“There was a boy some years ago; he was quite like you in many ways. His father was a wealthy bureaucrat whose name would garner all sorts of perks if one only cared to use it. That boy did not. He hated most of his school mates, save for his friends, he hated walking in public, he hated the very sight of a camera…until he had to leave all of it behind.” A shadow crossed his eyes for a moment but he quickly covered the lapse.
“But, let us speak of other things. This boy," he chuckled. "My dear, I am a Senator, and running for Chief of State at that. Any time I want to see what’s happening at my own home I have only to turn on the holo-new and see for myself. But really, you misplaced the Whiskey last time. You should take more care with that.”
Strangely he was not angry, whether because he did no know it was appropriate or because he was just trying to find a common ground for them to stand on was unsure even to himself.
“As for school, what would you say if I told you that you don’t have to go there any more?” He asked lightly as he started on desert.
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From: Aricia•Carson
Sent: 8/19/2008 12:46 AM
Aricia would bring her glass of water to her lips as she glanced towards her father. He looked much younger for a moment, as if the stress of his job and her were not weighing down on him so heavily. She would smile a bit as she listened to his story. She knew the boy he spoke about was himself, though she knew almost nothing of his past. A smile would play along her lips as she thought to herself, that maybe, maybe she was not so different. Maybe they were both more alike then either of them really knew or cared to admit to.
She bit her lip as he mentioned the boy, she would let out a soft sigh as he mentioned the whiskey, part of her was glad that he was not angry about it. "I am sure you do not see that much of me on their, father" she paused for a moment frowning, as she said that. Did that sound right? It felt funny to say it, to call him father, maybe another term would be better. "but the boy you speak of is Aramier and atleast I wasn't drinking the whiskey myself" she says softly. She looks down at her empty plate "I knew him from Corellia...he is" she takes in a deep breath "He will not be coming around anymore" she forces a little smile to him. She was leaving out a lot of information about Aramier, the fact he was dark was the main one.
Aricia's mind was racing at the moment. Should she mention Ben to him. Was this the right time to do that. He did bring up the topic of boys and then school. She took in a deep breath of air. His words not sinking in right away, She wouldn't have to go there anymore? Is that what she really wanted though? It was one of the few places were she got to see Ben. Her heart started to race as her face became slightly pale.
"What do you mean?" she asks softly, then shakes her head "Things will get better there I just need to find were I belong." Would that be enough for him to let her stay? "I have a friend there now...He is a very nice boy, from Corellia too." she says trying to talk Ben up to him. "He is here on a scholarship, part of the Junior Senator program, he is brillant and very kind hearted."
She had been promising Ben to ask her father something "Dad" she said it, the second time tonight, she had not used his name "I actually was wondering if you could him out a bit. He is finding it hard to find a mentor Senator. And I know that you are very busy now days and you could use another set of hands around your office, even if its just scanning the holonet for scandelous articles, answering comms, tracking down senators." she frowns a bit as she looks down again then up to Jory once more. "Please Dad? It would mean a lot to me if you would take him on as a senatorial aid, please? It would only be after school, a few hours here and there. He is very dependable always on time if not early." She would look up at him with her deep blue eyes, they were begging him to say yes.
She would sit there quietly thinking of what else she could say about Ben if he was to say no. She would poke at the dessert a bit thinking, waiting for Jory's response. Her mind was else where though. It was on Ben, the time the two of them had been spending together, the date he took her on. He had planned it perfectly. Then her mind floated to her mother, she would frown a bit, wondering what she would think of all of this.
From: Jøry Cărsøn
Sent: 9/5/2008 3:09 AM
He merely raised his eyebrows as she asked about how much of her was actually on tape. In truth there was plenty, after all, he had the apartment watched closely. When she turned to the subject of school his eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown at her sudden change of heart. Perhaps there was a logical explanation to this sudden turn of events. Boys: of course it would be boys. He was just about to object to her seeing anyone when he realized that Helen had only been fifteen when they had begun ‘seeing’ each other.
At this thought the frown deepened further. “Hmmm,” he said thoughtfully. This Ben must be the new boy he’d seen on surveillance videos. “I think before we arrange any type pf work or mentoring program, perhaps I should meet the boy?” He paused for a moment trying carefully to choose his words.
“About school though, please tell me that it’s not just this…boy that makes you want to stay, because I have worked hard to ensure that your education is molded around you and your life rather than the typical bureaucratic nonsense that you may or may not wish to be subjected to. In short Aricia,” here he speared a piece of the traditionally celebratory Ryshcate as if to punctuate his next thought. “I have secured you a spot, if you want it, at Coruscant’s premier artistry school.”
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From: Aricia•Carson
Sent: 9/11/2008 8:38 PM
Aricia sat there for a moment thinking about what her father was saying about Ben "You want to meet him?" she asks softly, her eyes coming to rest on Jory for a moment, as she raises a brow "I mean of course you do, but ummm..." she began to rub her left lower arm, her mind racing "Well he is kind of scared of you" she sighs. Why did she just say that to him? Why would Ben be scared of Jory? Because there was someting going on between him and Jory's daughter, her of course.
She just shakes her head as he continues to talk, it was because of Ben that she didn't want to go to another school. She would lift her glass of water to her lips as she listens to him speak, raising a brow as he stabs the golden brown pastry.
His words reached her, as she is forced to swallow the water, choking on it as it goes down the wrong way "what?! you did what?! how?! when? are you sure? you are not joking right? How...I mean they want to see samples and you pratically have to sell your first born in order to get in there, and there are interviews and paper work, and...." she just sits there staring at him "did you really?" she asks softly finally, her mind was racing. How could she say no to that? It was an art school, one of the best ones in galaxy. "Of course I want it!" she says softly "Thanks...dad" she would smile once more, looking over to him.
From: Jøry Cărsøn
Sent: 9/18/2008 11:32 PM
Just then, for the first time since they had met, Jory smiled. It was a genuine smile that showed off the qualities that Helen had discovered in him during their first meeting. It was the smile that had won the affection of several women (though Jory had never acted on those). It was a smile that highlighted every facet of his face and granted him and almost boyish look that washed all the lines of care from his body.
He chewed thoughtfully before answering, relishing in the delight on her face which was reflected in his heart; she had called him Dad and truly meant it. There was nothing to disguise the pure joy in her voice, nothing to mask her desire to remain stoic towards him; in that single instant she truly meant it: Dad.
With a twinkle in his eye he responded. “Let’s stick with the second issue first. Yes I am serious, you can change schools if you wish, but we must act upon it soon if we are to make the switch. As for how; my dear, I continue to tell you that I am very influential within the New Republic, but said influence does not necessarily stay within the confines of the Senate Hall.
“As for your first question, of course I want to meet him, if he is important to you, and I know that there is more to this than his desire for a job interview, then he is important to me. However, he need not be scared of me unless there are things that you are not telling me about him, which undoubtedly is also true.”
Jory was no mind reader but Aricia’s reaction to admitting that Ben was scared did clue him in on a few things. What he really needed for her was a mother, but there was nothing in that thought that inticed Jory to go looking to date. He had been so far out of the dating loop that he’d not even know what to expect or do. Silently he mused on that thought for a moment.
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From: Aricia•Carson
Sent: 11/12/2008 8:38 PM
Aricia would just sit there staring up at Jory. Was he really serious about this? He had gotten her into one of the best art schools in the whole galaxy.
This is so awesome! I get to go to one of the best art schools ever. Do you know how many of the great painters came from that school dad?! Do you?
She just sat there still very overwhelmed with all of it.
Like what kind of things? I mean...he is a boy, and a friend but nothing other then that" She was lying through her teeth at the moment, but Jory was a first time father, it might work, but she did forget he was a politician. "He is very responsible most of the time. He did help me paint my room, though he didn't really paint, he did move the furniture for me. And he isn't rich. I like that, he doesn't try to impress me like some of the others with flashy things."
From: Jøry Cărsøn
Sent: 12/25/2008 11:36 PM
He could only smile sheepishly for he was clueless. “No,” he confessed. “I do not know how many, or indeed if any ‘good’ painters came out of that school. I only looked into your room and decided it was time to make a few inquiries. Suffice it to say that the Dean of this school was impressed by your work, and I am certain that if you had a better medium to work with other than, say, your bedroom walls, why, you might just inspire him to think even better of your talent.”
He went quite for a moment remembering Helen and how she used to doodle on the napkins at the restaurant. She loved to draw but Jory had certainly never seen this type of talent in her. Perhaps he’d never paid close enough attention to it he thought with regret.
Ben was another matter entirely; he was more than just a friend that much he could read in her eyes. He was a practiced liar and thus could spot those of the same mold easily. He could not, of course, tell exactly what she was lying about.
“As for Ben, like I said, just have him come by the office in a day or two and we can talk, just be sure to remember that I have ways of watching him if I feel it necessary,” he said with just the barest hint of threat.
