Log: Jubilee & Farouk
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xp_logsJubilee runs into an unexpected stalke... visitor.
Jubilee knocked on Amanda's door, leaning back against it as she waited for the other girl to answer. She'd been planning a trip down to one of the local farmer's markets and wanted to know if anyone wanted anything before she went.
"She's not in, I am afraid." Farouk commiserated from his perch on the stairwell above. Sighing he marked his place in the book with his thumb and reached up with the other hand to tilt how glasses downward and rest his eyes.
He really missed his position of authority. The power over academic life and death that the ability to grade one's mid-trems endowed him with was quite handy. When it came to Sefton, however, he had relatively little leverage.
And so here they were in a stalemate, his persistence hounded her out of her own apartment where she apparently decided to come back only on those occasions when it was absolutely necessary.
Meanwhile he was enjoying the priceless opportunity to read the few books he had thought to filch from her flat in the time he had and to immerse himself into exciting life of a stalker, trapped in a permanent stake-out.
At this point he was going to have to track down her place of business, he mused grimly, before realizing that Amanda's other visitor was still standing before him, looking up at Farouk.
"And you're waiting on the stairs because?" Jubilee asked, folding her arms as she looked at the man she'd last seen in a hospital bed a world away from here.
"Well..." Farouk drawled, quirking his eyebrow, "My command of the American jurisprudence is somewhat facile, but I suspect it frowns on breaking and entering. So, upon careful consideration, I elected to set up a base camp here and try for the summit tomorrow."
"Mandy know you're here?"
Jubilee hadn't let go of her stance yet, staring up at him in a decidedly suspicious manner. Whoever this man was, he'd been involved somehow in what had happened with the telepaths and as such, was not to be trusted even for a second, no matter how innocent he might
appear.
Farouk fought down an unbidden smile, the girl below glaring up at him with all the prestige that her imposing 5 foot and 100 pounds (if soaking wet) frame could marshal, resembled for a moment a very belligerent chipmunk.
"Well, I have to assume that to be unlikely," He replied after a moment's demonstrative consideration. "Surely if she suspected that I am pining away outside her door, she would drop all her business immediately and rush here to spare me the looming necessity of
resorting to eating my sandwich."
The girl looked blank and he clarified. "I made it myself and as such have little confidence in its edibility."
"Funny you should mention sandwiches. I was just about to ask Mandy if she wanted to go to lunch. Since she's obviously not here, I figure you can take her place. Mexican good enough, you think?" she said, a statement rather then a question.
Now that he'd confirmed that Amanda had no idea he was here, there was no way in hell she was leaving him here by himself. He'd either come with her, or she'd kick him out on his ass. Either way, he wouldn't be taking up space on their stairs or making a nuisance of himself.
Farouk glanced at his watch - there was still a couple of hours before the end of the workday and Amanda's likely appearence, and frankly the idea of actual honest-to-God cooked-over-a-stove food sounded incredibly appealing.
Not to mention it would be a shame to waste the idyllic weather outside. But..
"It's frankly horrifying how thoroughly you Americans have accepted the idea that different cusine is automatically better," He remarked absently as he collected his things. "Personally I prefer good, old-fashioned steak."
Amahl rose, wincing a little as the joints in his back snapped with an ugly sound.
"And as it happens there's a very good place just across the street." With a very good view of the building's door, he did not add.
Stepping past the girl, he glanced at her. "Coming? My treat."
"Of course." Jubilee replied, having never turned down a free meal in her life, no matter how disreputable the company, and she had invited him first, afterall.
Jubilee knocked on Amanda's door, leaning back against it as she waited for the other girl to answer. She'd been planning a trip down to one of the local farmer's markets and wanted to know if anyone wanted anything before she went.
"She's not in, I am afraid." Farouk commiserated from his perch on the stairwell above. Sighing he marked his place in the book with his thumb and reached up with the other hand to tilt how glasses downward and rest his eyes.
He really missed his position of authority. The power over academic life and death that the ability to grade one's mid-trems endowed him with was quite handy. When it came to Sefton, however, he had relatively little leverage.
And so here they were in a stalemate, his persistence hounded her out of her own apartment where she apparently decided to come back only on those occasions when it was absolutely necessary.
Meanwhile he was enjoying the priceless opportunity to read the few books he had thought to filch from her flat in the time he had and to immerse himself into exciting life of a stalker, trapped in a permanent stake-out.
At this point he was going to have to track down her place of business, he mused grimly, before realizing that Amanda's other visitor was still standing before him, looking up at Farouk.
"And you're waiting on the stairs because?" Jubilee asked, folding her arms as she looked at the man she'd last seen in a hospital bed a world away from here.
"Well..." Farouk drawled, quirking his eyebrow, "My command of the American jurisprudence is somewhat facile, but I suspect it frowns on breaking and entering. So, upon careful consideration, I elected to set up a base camp here and try for the summit tomorrow."
"Mandy know you're here?"
Jubilee hadn't let go of her stance yet, staring up at him in a decidedly suspicious manner. Whoever this man was, he'd been involved somehow in what had happened with the telepaths and as such, was not to be trusted even for a second, no matter how innocent he might
appear.
Farouk fought down an unbidden smile, the girl below glaring up at him with all the prestige that her imposing 5 foot and 100 pounds (if soaking wet) frame could marshal, resembled for a moment a very belligerent chipmunk.
"Well, I have to assume that to be unlikely," He replied after a moment's demonstrative consideration. "Surely if she suspected that I am pining away outside her door, she would drop all her business immediately and rush here to spare me the looming necessity of
resorting to eating my sandwich."
The girl looked blank and he clarified. "I made it myself and as such have little confidence in its edibility."
"Funny you should mention sandwiches. I was just about to ask Mandy if she wanted to go to lunch. Since she's obviously not here, I figure you can take her place. Mexican good enough, you think?" she said, a statement rather then a question.
Now that he'd confirmed that Amanda had no idea he was here, there was no way in hell she was leaving him here by himself. He'd either come with her, or she'd kick him out on his ass. Either way, he wouldn't be taking up space on their stairs or making a nuisance of himself.
Farouk glanced at his watch - there was still a couple of hours before the end of the workday and Amanda's likely appearence, and frankly the idea of actual honest-to-God cooked-over-a-stove food sounded incredibly appealing.
Not to mention it would be a shame to waste the idyllic weather outside. But..
"It's frankly horrifying how thoroughly you Americans have accepted the idea that different cusine is automatically better," He remarked absently as he collected his things. "Personally I prefer good, old-fashioned steak."
Amahl rose, wincing a little as the joints in his back snapped with an ugly sound.
"And as it happens there's a very good place just across the street." With a very good view of the building's door, he did not add.
Stepping past the girl, he glanced at her. "Coming? My treat."
"Of course." Jubilee replied, having never turned down a free meal in her life, no matter how disreputable the company, and she had invited him first, afterall.
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