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Post by Jasper Hale on Mar 12, 2009 16:11:26 GMT -5
Jazz did not turn his head to watch her disappear. He had thought she left for good, and so was surprised when she returned to her human form and approach him. As if that were not enough to surprise him . . . she punched him. Now, he was fully aware by the fact that it was a gesture of anger and frustration, but the strength -- or lack there of -- that she hit him with cause him to use all of his own strength to hold back a chuckle. That would only provoke her . . . though it would be quite interestig to see what else she had in store. While the action did not even cause him to flinch, he was startled by the unexpected action.
He started at her . . . his eyes filled with curiousity but more in the context of what in the world are you doing?! rather than curiousity as to her reasons. She obivously had a temper . . . one that she needed to find alternate ways to release her angry emotions.
Jasper was entirely wrong when he thought the punch was all he was going to get . . . because then she kicked him. She physically kicked him. What was the purpose of this strange physically violent altercation? He was not going to hit her back. He was just dumbfounded by her actions and could not understand why she was trying to harm him when she was only harming herself -- though her wounds healed rather quickly, not to his surprise of course.
Jasper had no words. He could say so many things at this moment . . . perhaps he should say something before she ends up wounding every limb on her body. "Are you quite finished, or would you like to kick me with your other foot?" His words were sarcastic, but there was also a slight serious side to them. He was honestly wondering if this . . . 'beating' was over with. He found this entire thing quite amusing. "Next time you would like to express your anger, a simple flick would suffice. It would save yourself the pain." Yes, Jasper was mocking her. He was comparing her punch and kicks to the equivalent of a flick . . . because that was the extent of which it hurt.
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Mar 25, 2009 14:25:59 GMT -5
Leah looked up at him with a glared. "I am about to toss your pale sparkling ass into the fire. I would just shut up and stop mocking the pissed off wolf!" Leah took a step back from him. "And you smell!" Take that!
Leah sometimes lost her smoothness when she got pissed, and other times her words knew just just to slice open old wombs. "I hope the little mouthy one cracks her whip and yells at you or something."
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Post by Jasper Hale on Mar 25, 2009 17:13:13 GMT -5
Jasper was not one to mouth off the way Leah did when she was angry. He remained calm . . . something he had become quite an expert in, and he would have allowed the calmness to embrace her as well, if he wasn't gaining such a great amount of amusement from her current state of frustration. "I am simply trying to save you the pain." She was right; he was mocking her and he was only feeling encouraged to continue to do so by the way she reacted to his initial teasing words.He did however, not appreciate the words she spoke against his beloved Alice.
"Do not speak of her in such a way," he said in a strict tone. Though the volume of his words were not raised, he was dead serious. The firmness in his voice was unmistakable and he spoke with such sternness for he wanted the message to be clearly sent. There were certain things that Jasper would not tolerate and anyone speaking about Alice in such a disrespectful way was one of them.
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Mar 25, 2009 23:30:06 GMT -5
"Do you ever hear your self speak, Sparkle boy? Your a dead give away your from another time." Leah rolled her eyes. "Come on, repeat after me. 'Don't talk about her like that'." Leah was only pretending to teach him to talk to annoy him. She hoped he would take it as an insult and say something else and she could insult him again. If he repeated after her she would teach him corny phrases.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Mar 27, 2009 8:59:25 GMT -5
"There is no harm in speaking in a formal and respectful manner." Jasper did not often converse with others -- outside his family members that is -- so when he did, he kept things very formal. "I will not sound immature in the way I speak." He didn't exactly call Leah immature . . . but he was obviously hinting that that was what he meant . . . it was more of an implication.
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Apr 5, 2009 0:47:50 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, speaking like dusty English book no one likes to read it a great way to blend in." Leah pointed out. "Come on, think of it like a training exercise. You need to be able to fit in and learning this will help you fit in. It's a military thing. Your supposed to be the combat brat of the group. Prove it. Learn a new strategy."
She was just taunting him now, but she was having fun doing it. Worse case she teach him to talk funny and laugh about it later. Best case he turned her down, again, and she'd insult his way of speaking more.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 6, 2009 22:09:07 GMT -5
Was she trying to speak his language? The language of military? It was clear that a part of her was mocking him . . . but still. He could not help but think it was a little amusing to hear her use words such as combat and strategy; they sounded so unusual coming from her. And especially considering what she was relating them to.
"I speak in a formal way. There is no need to strategize a plan to overcome my manner of speech. Perhaps it would prove to be beneficial to you if you tried to speak with a little more . . . maturity." Now, he was just making the way he spoke even more formal to ridicule how she spoke with such little formality. "It may perhaps make you sound more educated and less . . . juvenile."
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Apr 7, 2009 0:28:07 GMT -5
Leah moved her right hand up and clapped her fingers against her thumb in an alligator mouth form. Mocking his rambling speech. Whatever.
"I vote we take a bet. Lets go somewhere, and ask the same questions and see who blends in better." Leah smirked. "Call it a bet. You like bets I hears. Some come on, Sparkles. Lets see if your right. If I lose, I will never call you another name again."
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Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 7, 2009 9:22:50 GMT -5
Betting with Leah certainly did not sound as fun as betting with Emmett. He would not be able to blend in . . . not because he was worried about the way he spoke, but because they would have to be conversing with humans and that was something Jasper was not good at. "And who would we be asking these questions to?" He wanted to know specifics. Whenever Jasper talked to -- or tried to talk to -- humans, he would just end up looking awkward and having an odd expression on his face. He was considering what was worse: walking away from this bet or Leah winning.
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Apr 9, 2009 20:33:24 GMT -5
"To humans. Normal, non-dead non-wolf people who do normal non-blood drinking, things and can take sun baths when pissed. Not like us, people." Leah explained while watching him. "Come on. Your only stalling because you think you'll lose. Your chicken, Sparkles. It's ok to be afraid." Leah watched him standing there all formal and dead like and then chuckled with light laughter. He was so formal, but his hair was always everywhere. He looked liked Johnny Depp in the movie were he had no hands.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 9, 2009 21:45:31 GMT -5
Darn it. Jasper's chances of winning just became all the more slimmer. He did not want to admit his weakness to her. He had a feeling she would somehow use it against him. If she could create such a massive mockery out of a little bit of sunlight and sparkles, then he could only imagine what she would say about the fact that he lacked self control. He was not willing to take that risk . . . not with her. Besides, he was rather enjoying time away from humans. He did not want to be around them unless he absolutely had to . . . and the potential situation seemed like an avoidable one . . . . . . . or maybe not.
"How many people would we ask?" He was not this plan-oriented when Emmett and him made bets. But this was different. Jasper had to know how long he would have to endure the horrible pain that came with engaging in a conversation with a human. "I am not afraid," he defended in a calm tone. "I am just deliberating."
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Apr 10, 2009 20:44:54 GMT -5
"Deliberating is just a 'dusty English book' way of sayin' you have doubts you will win. I get it. No worries, just forget I asked." Leah said mockingly, "No harm, no foul. You can just forget about it. . . . . I would have won anyway." Leah smiled. She knew he she making it harder for him to back down, but she was never one to make anything easier on anyone. Ask anyone in either pack now. She was not the type to mother and protect. She bite first and laughed at you later.
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Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 11, 2009 11:04:06 GMT -5
All the betting with Emmett had caused Jasper to become stubborn, and never deny a bet. He would always accept them . . . and though he knew Leah was probably only mocking him to get him to agree . . . it was working. He could not stand the thought of letting this go. He knew he would never hear the end of it -- if he ever saw her again after this. "We shall see about that. Let's go." He said, already turning in the direction of the down.
What the hell had Jasper just done?! He knew he was going to lose. He knew he was not going to have his pride in tact. Yet, he had too much pride to simply say the logical, smart thing: no. He was going to have to use all his strength . . . perhaps his charm would help people sway to his side. He was going to have to use all his tricks to his advantage.
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Apr 19, 2009 19:01:56 GMT -5
Lets go? Really? "Hey, Grey Coat." Leah said using one of two Civil War facts she knew on him (Red Coat/Grey Coat). "I am no vamp expert but shouldn't you wait until it's not so . . . sunny?" Leah pointed with one hand up to the sky which the trees blocked for the moment, however he had just sparkled. Which meant once out of the trees, he would again. Then again, the sun was never out long here, and it was getting closer to twilight. "If you got a fake ID or two, I know of a bar or two." |
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Post by Jasper Hale on Apr 21, 2009 10:42:04 GMT -5
Jasper ignored the reference to his past. "You are the one who is impatient." It was not good that her emotions were influencing his own. He was never going to live the sparkling down. "We will wait until it gets a little darker then." That is the last thing he needs . . . he should not have been out this long. He should have gone back . . . who would have thought he would spend the day with a wolf. "I have for myself." Jasper had multiple IDs. "Do you need one?" Was she old enough . . . Jasper realized that he actually had no idea how old she was. He barley knew anything about her. If she did not though . . . maybe he could get out of this bet. Or . . . get her a fake ID.
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Post by Leah Clearwater on Apr 24, 2009 18:28:27 GMT -5
Leah was old enough to get in a bar, and looked old enough to drink but she was only 19. However, a fake ID would rock. "I do need one!" She said excited. "Make me one, Sparkles." She laughed, "I should think up a name for my self. Something fun!" This did make her wonder however.
Leech--Vampires never aged, so they had to get paper work from somewhere and get it often. How old was Sparkles? "Say, Sparkles . . . How old are ya anyhow?" She asked looking at him as if, if she looked hard enough she would see signs of aging. She didn't, just his goofy hair.
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Post by Jasper Hale on May 7, 2009 11:26:48 GMT -5
It was funny how excited she was getting about something that Jasper believed was so juvenile. Then again, he had no need to get into a bar for he did not consume any alcoholic beverage. He was going to think of a horrible name for her . . . no. He would not stoop to that level. He would let her have her fun. "20," he answered with a bit of a smile. He knew that was not what she had meant -- or so he assumed -- . He wondered how many jokes would follow the disclosure of his real age. He was not sure he wanted to find out; sparkles was bad enough.
"Come, we'll go to my contact who can provide us with these things." J. Jenks. Oh how Jasper enjoyed visiting him. He was so afraid . . . not that Jasper enjoyed tormenting others. J. Jenks was just very efficient and he was perhaps the come human he could tolerate. He already began to head in the general direction of where his office was located. "I am going to need a picture of you." It would make things go more quickly.
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