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Friday afternoon: there are people in the sunroom, and they aren't Doug and Angie!
Jamie runs into Jubilee, sketching. He sits for a portrait, so she can practice, and they talk. Origin stories abound, and Kitty gets a present.
Jubilee sketched quickly, her tongue stuck firmly in the side of her mouth as she worked. She was trying something new today, sketching a small butterfly that had wandered into the sunroom to alight on one of the flowering pot plants near the entrance.
She was used to anime style drawings, full of action orientated images and limited lines. Doing a still portrait was something of a challenge and one she was determined to complete.
It was the first time she'd drawn in ages, having let herself get out of practice in the last year, a small drift of paper surrounding her, mute witness to her previous attempts.
She looked up as she heard a sound near the entrance of the sunroom.
The sound belonged to Jamie, who had opened the door and poked his head in. "Hey, you're not Doug," he said, then shrugged and stepped the rest of the way into the room. "But you'll do. What's up, O Frightener Of The Colorblind?"
Jubilee looked down at herself for a second, noticing that yes, she was "notDoug" and decidedly so, considering certain anatomy and then considering her tongue was already out, stuck it out further at Jamie.
"I think he's in the kitchen, like, baking or something. Least, he had an apron on the last time I saw him. As to what's up? Sketching mostly, or trying to sketch. Although, I seem to be getting more of the possibility of sketching then the actual sketching done."
Jubilee pointed to the drift of paper at her feet. "So...like, wanna help me out? Need some practice doing people type drawings, and I could probably give you one to give to Kitty, if you see one you like."
Jamie grinned. "Well, usually when there's people in here they're Doug and Angie. And sure, long's you don't expect me to drop trou or anything."
Jubilee eyed Jamie appraisingly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I don't know, I'm sure Kitty could appreciate a picture of those qualities."
Jubilee held her serious expression for about two seconds before she laughed and winked at him. "Okay, no David style poses, I promise. To be honest, I'm better at anime style work anyhow."
Jubilee looked down and quickly sketched out a rough chibi style picture of Kitty, complete with little cat ears and tail, handing it to Jamie. "I used to do a lot of these for tourists in LA, was an easy way to make money. Although I spent a little more time at them then that one. But I'm trying to do more realistic stuff right now. Kinda expand my horizons, I guess."
"Kitty probably would, right up until she realized that having the picture meant you got to see me naked before she did, and then I would be in a lot of trouble." He grinned at the sketch. "Now, that is just plain cute, even if it is anime and therefore you can just see the bad dubbing, weird subtitles, and dumb plots just lurking in the wings. Whatcha want me to do?"
Jubilee chuckled at the image that brought up. "Oh God, considering the powers we've got 'round here, you'd have your own ready made Pretty Sailor Girl team, but like, could you imagine trying to get Sarah into a fuku? And, hmm. How about just sitting by that pot plant. The sun's about right to get a really cool affect with the leaves and stuff, I could like, do these little shadows across your face and it'd just look damn cool. So, how ya been? I haven't exactly been social lately so I'm falling behind on my "chatting to people and being generally annoyingly, constantly underfoot" quotient. "
Jubilee picked up her mechanical pencil, laying out some starting lines on the white paper of the artist's sketch pad. "Still, Samson says I can get this collar off soon, so that's something at least."
She knew she was babbling but she'd always talked while she drew, it put the customer at ease and as she generally talked constantly anyhow, it wasn't something she'd ever really thought about. Besides, if you were the one talking, it made it easier to avoid questions, although Jubilee had never really been one to look deeply into her reasons for why she did things...damn Samson, he was beginning to make her think.
Jamie dragged a chair over next to the potted plant and flopped down in it, grinning. "You get to be the one to bring Sarah the . . . okay, are those the stupid little sailor-schoolgirl-fetish outfits that make me want to ask Shiro if the entire male population of Japan are freaks? Congratulations about the collar, that's great." He mentally backtracked. "Ah, yeah, and I'm good. The sooner people stop up and disappearing, though . . ."
Jubilee nodded, her eyes on her work as she quickly sketched out the framework of the picture, the lines of head, torso and arms appearing.
"You worrying about anyone in particular? Cause like, there's been a lot of people sneaking off around here lately, I think they're tag teamin' or somethin'. I'm sure there's a list somewhere with like, a list of names and crisis of choice and like, dates and stuff. Course, it could be the water, in movies it's always the water that makes people do strange things. Although, that doesn't exactly explain the silly string all over the walls outside my room this morning, or the collection of socks at the bottom of the main stairs."
Jubilee paused for a second, going back through the conversation as she grabbed a piece of charcoal from the box of art supplies she'd "borrowed" from the art room. "Yeah, those are the ones. Although, dude, I think we'd get Jono to give her the Fuku, he's less likely to come down with a case of death and all that."
"Miles insulted my honor, so we had to have a silly-string-and-sock-fight." Jamie nodded decisively. "We cleaned it up after breakfast anyway. And . . . yeah, right now, mostly Sarah, mostly because of the kids. And Nathan, even though he's back. Sort of changes depending on who's gone and when they come back and what could be chasing them, you know?" He grinned. "Ah, but how are you going to get Jono to do it?"
Jubilee placed the charcoal back down and started smudging in some shadows with her thumb. "I guess I've been a little bit distracted lately, haven't had much time to worry about other people. Kinda selfish of me but see, people like Nathan and Sarah, they can take care of themselves, right? Least, Sarah always seemed like the type of person that'd kick trouble in the cajones before it could do anything to her. How long she been out of contact? I guess I thought she'd been like, talking to people and stuff, ya know? And Jono? Hmm...not sure, maybe threaten him with a fluero orange wardrobe or somethin' like that. I've got this really hideous coat I brought a few summers ago when Hypercolour stuff was in. You know the stuff that changes colour with your body heat?"
Jubilee picked her mechanical pencil back up and added in a few details for Jamie's face, her other hand rubbing along the underside of her collar as she thought about what Jamie had said.
"How do you stand it? Worrying so much about everyone? I mean, hard enough for me to worry about just a few people but you seem to like, do it for the entire school. Don't you get tired of caring?"
"I don't . . ." Jamie frowned. "I don't really think about it like that. It's not work to care about people. Well, unless I get carried away and make myself sick, but I don't do that anymore." He smiled wryly. "And it's not like I care about everybody. Warren and Manny can pretty much go jump in the lake, as far as I'm concerned. John too, most of the time." He shrugged. "Which leaves a lot of people, yeah, but . . . that's just the way it is, I guess. Hey, am I moving too much?"
Jubilee grinned over her sketchpad, picking up the charcoal again and adding a few strokes to the picture, giving depth to the folds of Jamie's shirt on the white paper. "Is the question an attempt to change the subject, or because you think you're moving too much and don't want to ruin the picture? Either way, answer is nah. Not as much as this one time, I was like having ta do this drawing of a real brat of a kid for his adoring mother and I swear he wouldn't quit moving, so I finally decided to stuff the realistic drawing and went straight for the caricature, funny thing is, she loved it and thus was born a real money maker."
Jubilee started putting in the background detail, sketching in the pot and the leaves that would match the shadows brushed across Jamie's face in the picture.
"See, I guess it's not this huge hardship that I care about people, more like, I'm not used to it, ya know? When I was a kid, it was like friends were almost as close as family and so you took care of em, cause family, important, right? Now, people have all these different levels of what the consider friendship to be and I'm still gettin' used to it, even after the years I've been here. It's kinda nice to be cared about though, and to have people to talk to that aren't doin' it so they can get somethin' outta ya, like a spare dime or such."
"Nah, I just figured maybe I'm moving around too much. I'm not nearly that subtle about changing the subject." He grinned. "That . . . actually is sorta how I look at it, I just have a lot of friends. Now, anyway. And they're all important." He paused, thinking. "When I manifested . . . I couldn't control when I duped, or for how long, at all, and I couldn't differentiate--looked like I was studying for the Olympic gold medal in completely synchronized sextuplets most of the time, and my parents pretty much isolated us until we figured a few things out. That took six months." He paused again. "So I had this six-month gap where nobody'd heard boo from me, and I couldn't say why. And it happened that while that was going on, Ronny--one of my best friends, we'd known each other since we were little--well, his parents died, and he had to move to Georgia to live with his aunt, and I hadn't come to the funeral, I hadn't called, I hadn't . . . done anything." He smiled briefly, just a flicker. "The rest of the gang kinda . . . stopped talking to me after that. Can't blame 'em, really, but I spent the week of the funeral duping at mosquito bites and passing out from overload, I wasn't exactly fit for company. So when I came here . . . it was like the world opening back up again. So I'm right there with you about it's nice to be cared about and have people to talk to."
Jubilee paused for a second, her hand stilling at the sketch as her eyes went distant, her thoughts turning inward. "I didn't know what was happening, I mean, my hands just started to feel hot, ya know? Then these sparks just started and I screamed cause it felt like my hands were on fire. I burnt this really big hole in the carpet by my bed and singed the bed and wall near it. My Foster Dad had kinda thrown a blanket over me when they ran in after they heard my screams cause all he could see were these orange sparks all round me. After that, any time I got emotional, I'd spark. It didn't even have to be anger. They tried to understand, ya know? But, they were so damn scared of me and my foster Mum, she found out she was pregnant."
Jubilee sighed, looking back at the drawing, her hand moving again as she steadied herself.
"It wasn't long after that that I was sent back to Social Services. I guess I didn't blame them, it wasn't their fault that I'm bad luck."
Jubilee looked at Jamie, her head tilted slightly to the side as she examined the sketch and then him. "It wasn't right, you know? Your friends not talking to you like that. They should have known you would have been there for your friend if you could have. Like, I know that's easy for me to say, cause, not my friend, right? So, I don't know what they were feeling. But, I guess, I think friends should understand sometimes that you can't say everything, all the time and it's not because you want to keep secrets but just because sometimes they aren't your secrets to tell."
Jamie shrugged. "I thought about telling them, but . . . well, that was back before people started getting used to mutants, you know? And they would've been OK with it, I'm pretty sure they would have, but . . . I grew up in a small town. Two can keep a secret if one of them's dead, the other one forgets the secret, and there are no little old blue-haired coffeeshop ladies within five miles, that kind of thing. There were enough rumors anyway." He sighed. "It wasn't right, no, but . . . I could have called, once I got manageable again, and I didn't, and that wasn't right either. I'm . . . over it, mostly. You have to move on, and I have a bunch of friends here. And Kitty." Jamie shook his head, smiling the way he always did when Kitty came to mind. "I wasn't expecting anybody like her."
Jubilee placed some finishing touches on the drawing she'd been doing and turned it around so Jamie could look. There was a medium sized portrait of him in the middle of the page, the light from the sun causing shadows from the palm tree beside him to fall across his face. His face held a smile, his eyes soft as Jubilee had decided to draw the expression she always saw when he thought of Kitty. Around him were several smaller drawings from the sunroom. The butterfly Jubilee had been drawing before, as well as the view from the main doors that led outside.
It wasn't perfect and Jubilee knew a trained eye would immediately find the faults but it was good enough for a first try after a year of complete neglect. She was already pondering taking out some of the art books in the library, ones that would teach her human anatomy better and possibly she could get Kitty to sit for her to get some more practice in, or she could talk to Marie-Ange about what she did to practice. Realistic style wasn't something Jubilee was best at and if she wanted to get any better, she'd have to do some work. Still, it was soothing in a way, art didn't fight you the way mutant powers sometimes did. It was something controllable in a completely insane at times world.
"You're good for each other, it's very cute, dude."
"I can live with cute--hey, that's pretty good. Those shadows and stuff came out really well, I think. And the other doodles are pretty cool too." He grinned. "Talented artist and nearly old enough to vote. You're just full of wacky surprises."
Jubilee laughed, it'd been good talking to Jamie, for the first time in days she felt like the ground she was standing on mentally was solid, rather then a shifting plane of pits and traps. She'd always found him one of the easiest people around here to talk to, even if she'd never actually told him that.
"Thanks, here, as promised, a picture to give to Kitty for your troubles. Now, I seriously have to get to my next class, or Kurt is going to have my hide, he's already telling me I've been neglecting my gymnastics practice because of the music classes I'm taking. I mean, who'd have thought violin was so hard to play, right? All I know is that I sound terrible at it right now and I've totally got gym down, so the squeaky wheel gets the grease, right?"
"Squeaky wheel! Thank you! I've been wondering what your violin playing reminded me of. Been bugging me for days." He snickered. "See you later, then. You'll probably know when I give Kitty the picture, I'm sure there'll be a lot of roomie appreciation."
Jubilee sketched quickly, her tongue stuck firmly in the side of her mouth as she worked. She was trying something new today, sketching a small butterfly that had wandered into the sunroom to alight on one of the flowering pot plants near the entrance.
She was used to anime style drawings, full of action orientated images and limited lines. Doing a still portrait was something of a challenge and one she was determined to complete.
It was the first time she'd drawn in ages, having let herself get out of practice in the last year, a small drift of paper surrounding her, mute witness to her previous attempts.
She looked up as she heard a sound near the entrance of the sunroom.
The sound belonged to Jamie, who had opened the door and poked his head in. "Hey, you're not Doug," he said, then shrugged and stepped the rest of the way into the room. "But you'll do. What's up, O Frightener Of The Colorblind?"
Jubilee looked down at herself for a second, noticing that yes, she was "notDoug" and decidedly so, considering certain anatomy and then considering her tongue was already out, stuck it out further at Jamie.
"I think he's in the kitchen, like, baking or something. Least, he had an apron on the last time I saw him. As to what's up? Sketching mostly, or trying to sketch. Although, I seem to be getting more of the possibility of sketching then the actual sketching done."
Jubilee pointed to the drift of paper at her feet. "So...like, wanna help me out? Need some practice doing people type drawings, and I could probably give you one to give to Kitty, if you see one you like."
Jamie grinned. "Well, usually when there's people in here they're Doug and Angie. And sure, long's you don't expect me to drop trou or anything."
Jubilee eyed Jamie appraisingly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I don't know, I'm sure Kitty could appreciate a picture of those qualities."
Jubilee held her serious expression for about two seconds before she laughed and winked at him. "Okay, no David style poses, I promise. To be honest, I'm better at anime style work anyhow."
Jubilee looked down and quickly sketched out a rough chibi style picture of Kitty, complete with little cat ears and tail, handing it to Jamie. "I used to do a lot of these for tourists in LA, was an easy way to make money. Although I spent a little more time at them then that one. But I'm trying to do more realistic stuff right now. Kinda expand my horizons, I guess."
"Kitty probably would, right up until she realized that having the picture meant you got to see me naked before she did, and then I would be in a lot of trouble." He grinned at the sketch. "Now, that is just plain cute, even if it is anime and therefore you can just see the bad dubbing, weird subtitles, and dumb plots just lurking in the wings. Whatcha want me to do?"
Jubilee chuckled at the image that brought up. "Oh God, considering the powers we've got 'round here, you'd have your own ready made Pretty Sailor Girl team, but like, could you imagine trying to get Sarah into a fuku? And, hmm. How about just sitting by that pot plant. The sun's about right to get a really cool affect with the leaves and stuff, I could like, do these little shadows across your face and it'd just look damn cool. So, how ya been? I haven't exactly been social lately so I'm falling behind on my "chatting to people and being generally annoyingly, constantly underfoot" quotient. "
Jubilee picked up her mechanical pencil, laying out some starting lines on the white paper of the artist's sketch pad. "Still, Samson says I can get this collar off soon, so that's something at least."
She knew she was babbling but she'd always talked while she drew, it put the customer at ease and as she generally talked constantly anyhow, it wasn't something she'd ever really thought about. Besides, if you were the one talking, it made it easier to avoid questions, although Jubilee had never really been one to look deeply into her reasons for why she did things...damn Samson, he was beginning to make her think.
Jamie dragged a chair over next to the potted plant and flopped down in it, grinning. "You get to be the one to bring Sarah the . . . okay, are those the stupid little sailor-schoolgirl-fetish outfits that make me want to ask Shiro if the entire male population of Japan are freaks? Congratulations about the collar, that's great." He mentally backtracked. "Ah, yeah, and I'm good. The sooner people stop up and disappearing, though . . ."
Jubilee nodded, her eyes on her work as she quickly sketched out the framework of the picture, the lines of head, torso and arms appearing.
"You worrying about anyone in particular? Cause like, there's been a lot of people sneaking off around here lately, I think they're tag teamin' or somethin'. I'm sure there's a list somewhere with like, a list of names and crisis of choice and like, dates and stuff. Course, it could be the water, in movies it's always the water that makes people do strange things. Although, that doesn't exactly explain the silly string all over the walls outside my room this morning, or the collection of socks at the bottom of the main stairs."
Jubilee paused for a second, going back through the conversation as she grabbed a piece of charcoal from the box of art supplies she'd "borrowed" from the art room. "Yeah, those are the ones. Although, dude, I think we'd get Jono to give her the Fuku, he's less likely to come down with a case of death and all that."
"Miles insulted my honor, so we had to have a silly-string-and-sock-fight." Jamie nodded decisively. "We cleaned it up after breakfast anyway. And . . . yeah, right now, mostly Sarah, mostly because of the kids. And Nathan, even though he's back. Sort of changes depending on who's gone and when they come back and what could be chasing them, you know?" He grinned. "Ah, but how are you going to get Jono to do it?"
Jubilee placed the charcoal back down and started smudging in some shadows with her thumb. "I guess I've been a little bit distracted lately, haven't had much time to worry about other people. Kinda selfish of me but see, people like Nathan and Sarah, they can take care of themselves, right? Least, Sarah always seemed like the type of person that'd kick trouble in the cajones before it could do anything to her. How long she been out of contact? I guess I thought she'd been like, talking to people and stuff, ya know? And Jono? Hmm...not sure, maybe threaten him with a fluero orange wardrobe or somethin' like that. I've got this really hideous coat I brought a few summers ago when Hypercolour stuff was in. You know the stuff that changes colour with your body heat?"
Jubilee picked her mechanical pencil back up and added in a few details for Jamie's face, her other hand rubbing along the underside of her collar as she thought about what Jamie had said.
"How do you stand it? Worrying so much about everyone? I mean, hard enough for me to worry about just a few people but you seem to like, do it for the entire school. Don't you get tired of caring?"
"I don't . . ." Jamie frowned. "I don't really think about it like that. It's not work to care about people. Well, unless I get carried away and make myself sick, but I don't do that anymore." He smiled wryly. "And it's not like I care about everybody. Warren and Manny can pretty much go jump in the lake, as far as I'm concerned. John too, most of the time." He shrugged. "Which leaves a lot of people, yeah, but . . . that's just the way it is, I guess. Hey, am I moving too much?"
Jubilee grinned over her sketchpad, picking up the charcoal again and adding a few strokes to the picture, giving depth to the folds of Jamie's shirt on the white paper. "Is the question an attempt to change the subject, or because you think you're moving too much and don't want to ruin the picture? Either way, answer is nah. Not as much as this one time, I was like having ta do this drawing of a real brat of a kid for his adoring mother and I swear he wouldn't quit moving, so I finally decided to stuff the realistic drawing and went straight for the caricature, funny thing is, she loved it and thus was born a real money maker."
Jubilee started putting in the background detail, sketching in the pot and the leaves that would match the shadows brushed across Jamie's face in the picture.
"See, I guess it's not this huge hardship that I care about people, more like, I'm not used to it, ya know? When I was a kid, it was like friends were almost as close as family and so you took care of em, cause family, important, right? Now, people have all these different levels of what the consider friendship to be and I'm still gettin' used to it, even after the years I've been here. It's kinda nice to be cared about though, and to have people to talk to that aren't doin' it so they can get somethin' outta ya, like a spare dime or such."
"Nah, I just figured maybe I'm moving around too much. I'm not nearly that subtle about changing the subject." He grinned. "That . . . actually is sorta how I look at it, I just have a lot of friends. Now, anyway. And they're all important." He paused, thinking. "When I manifested . . . I couldn't control when I duped, or for how long, at all, and I couldn't differentiate--looked like I was studying for the Olympic gold medal in completely synchronized sextuplets most of the time, and my parents pretty much isolated us until we figured a few things out. That took six months." He paused again. "So I had this six-month gap where nobody'd heard boo from me, and I couldn't say why. And it happened that while that was going on, Ronny--one of my best friends, we'd known each other since we were little--well, his parents died, and he had to move to Georgia to live with his aunt, and I hadn't come to the funeral, I hadn't called, I hadn't . . . done anything." He smiled briefly, just a flicker. "The rest of the gang kinda . . . stopped talking to me after that. Can't blame 'em, really, but I spent the week of the funeral duping at mosquito bites and passing out from overload, I wasn't exactly fit for company. So when I came here . . . it was like the world opening back up again. So I'm right there with you about it's nice to be cared about and have people to talk to."
Jubilee paused for a second, her hand stilling at the sketch as her eyes went distant, her thoughts turning inward. "I didn't know what was happening, I mean, my hands just started to feel hot, ya know? Then these sparks just started and I screamed cause it felt like my hands were on fire. I burnt this really big hole in the carpet by my bed and singed the bed and wall near it. My Foster Dad had kinda thrown a blanket over me when they ran in after they heard my screams cause all he could see were these orange sparks all round me. After that, any time I got emotional, I'd spark. It didn't even have to be anger. They tried to understand, ya know? But, they were so damn scared of me and my foster Mum, she found out she was pregnant."
Jubilee sighed, looking back at the drawing, her hand moving again as she steadied herself.
"It wasn't long after that that I was sent back to Social Services. I guess I didn't blame them, it wasn't their fault that I'm bad luck."
Jubilee looked at Jamie, her head tilted slightly to the side as she examined the sketch and then him. "It wasn't right, you know? Your friends not talking to you like that. They should have known you would have been there for your friend if you could have. Like, I know that's easy for me to say, cause, not my friend, right? So, I don't know what they were feeling. But, I guess, I think friends should understand sometimes that you can't say everything, all the time and it's not because you want to keep secrets but just because sometimes they aren't your secrets to tell."
Jamie shrugged. "I thought about telling them, but . . . well, that was back before people started getting used to mutants, you know? And they would've been OK with it, I'm pretty sure they would have, but . . . I grew up in a small town. Two can keep a secret if one of them's dead, the other one forgets the secret, and there are no little old blue-haired coffeeshop ladies within five miles, that kind of thing. There were enough rumors anyway." He sighed. "It wasn't right, no, but . . . I could have called, once I got manageable again, and I didn't, and that wasn't right either. I'm . . . over it, mostly. You have to move on, and I have a bunch of friends here. And Kitty." Jamie shook his head, smiling the way he always did when Kitty came to mind. "I wasn't expecting anybody like her."
Jubilee placed some finishing touches on the drawing she'd been doing and turned it around so Jamie could look. There was a medium sized portrait of him in the middle of the page, the light from the sun causing shadows from the palm tree beside him to fall across his face. His face held a smile, his eyes soft as Jubilee had decided to draw the expression she always saw when he thought of Kitty. Around him were several smaller drawings from the sunroom. The butterfly Jubilee had been drawing before, as well as the view from the main doors that led outside.
It wasn't perfect and Jubilee knew a trained eye would immediately find the faults but it was good enough for a first try after a year of complete neglect. She was already pondering taking out some of the art books in the library, ones that would teach her human anatomy better and possibly she could get Kitty to sit for her to get some more practice in, or she could talk to Marie-Ange about what she did to practice. Realistic style wasn't something Jubilee was best at and if she wanted to get any better, she'd have to do some work. Still, it was soothing in a way, art didn't fight you the way mutant powers sometimes did. It was something controllable in a completely insane at times world.
"You're good for each other, it's very cute, dude."
"I can live with cute--hey, that's pretty good. Those shadows and stuff came out really well, I think. And the other doodles are pretty cool too." He grinned. "Talented artist and nearly old enough to vote. You're just full of wacky surprises."
Jubilee laughed, it'd been good talking to Jamie, for the first time in days she felt like the ground she was standing on mentally was solid, rather then a shifting plane of pits and traps. She'd always found him one of the easiest people around here to talk to, even if she'd never actually told him that.
"Thanks, here, as promised, a picture to give to Kitty for your troubles. Now, I seriously have to get to my next class, or Kurt is going to have my hide, he's already telling me I've been neglecting my gymnastics practice because of the music classes I'm taking. I mean, who'd have thought violin was so hard to play, right? All I know is that I sound terrible at it right now and I've totally got gym down, so the squeaky wheel gets the grease, right?"
"Squeaky wheel! Thank you! I've been wondering what your violin playing reminded me of. Been bugging me for days." He snickered. "See you later, then. You'll probably know when I give Kitty the picture, I'm sure there'll be a lot of roomie appreciation."
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