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Terra Branford ([personal profile] greenmagick) wrote in [community profile] genessia2016-01-07 12:13 pm

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[Terra smiles shyly at the screen, it’s set up on her counter and shows a small view of her modest kitchen.]

Hello, I’m trying to learn how to cook. I’m not too good at it but I have some good cookbooks I found at the book store. I have a few people who have already offered to help but if anyone else is willing I’d be grateful.

Thank you.

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[She knows a few people who will rush over after seeing her video. She’s invited them to learn to cook with her though she doesn’t know who will teach them. Terra has everything prepared with a cookbook open, the refrigerator stocked while pots and pans littered the counter tops. She doesn’t even know which would be best to use.

She’ll wait to hear a sound at the door, spending the extra time reading the intro to the cookbook while sitting at the kitchen table. It goes over food pre, names of equipment as well as common techniques to be used in the kitchen.]
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[personal profile] whatsbackup 2016-01-30 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[He nods, not meeting her eyes or onfolding his arms as he continues his question.]

So, say there was this kid who's parents were street thugs. They lied, they cheated, they stole, his dad beat the shit out of people over bad drug deals, his mom sold drugs on street corners to little kids. Say they brought him up thinking robbing gas stations and stealing cars was what life had in store for him, that that's all he could ever be. He didn't know any better, but then he grew up, got sent away to prison for a while, and he started to think that maybe that wasn't the life he wanted, but he didn't know how to go anywhere else with it. Stealing, cheating, all that, it's all he knew.

[He takes a breath, then looks over to her.] You think that kid was to blame? He didn't even have the crown thing you talked about that controlled his thoughts.
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[personal profile] whatsbackup 2016-01-31 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[He nods, looking over to her and giving her a slight smile. It's an awkward expression, as though he's not used to making it.]

Well, if that kid isn't a bad guy for trying to be someone else, then how are you? Just because of what they used you for, you didn't know any better, and you didn't even have a choice in the matter, and I think you're doing a damned good job.

[He pauses for a moment.]

So, did you guess that kid was me yet?
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[personal profile] whatsbackup 2016-02-01 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[He chuckles, looking down sheepishly before starting to pick at his salad again.]

See? I'm terrible at talking about myself. I should just stick to asking questions.
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[personal profile] whatsbackup 2016-02-04 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[He shakes his head.]

I'm just one guy trying to make a difference in a world that's too damned dark, but...thanks for saying it.
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[personal profile] whatsbackup 2016-02-08 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[He chuckles, shaking his head.]

I guess...maybe. There aren't enough cops who remember what the badge means anymore.
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[personal profile] whatsbackup 2016-02-09 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ronan had finished his own salad a few moments ago, but her comment raises his eyebrows.]

You...feel safe around me?
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[personal profile] whatsbackup 2016-02-10 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[He starts about cleaning up the rest of the kitchen, putting things away, stuff like that.]

Well...thanks, I guess.
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[personal profile] whatsbackup 2016-02-11 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks thoughtful for a moment, before shaking his head.]

I don't think so, unless, you know, we want some dessert.
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[personal profile] whatsbackup 2016-02-11 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
...I think we still have some ice cream in the freezer.

[At least he was pretty sure he hadn't eaten it all.]
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[personal profile] whatsbackup 2016-02-12 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Was that really the last of the ice cream? That sucked.]

Thanks. [This ice cream was something his brother-in-law used to tease him about all the time. It was then he realized he hadn't thought about Rex since he'd showed up here. He wondered what he was up to, but then remembered time didn't pass while he was gone.] What do you think?
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[personal profile] whatsbackup 2016-02-14 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He smiles slightly, nodding.]

It's mint chocolate chip. It's, uh....my favorite.
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[personal profile] whatsbackup 2016-02-15 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
[He scoffs.]

...you don't have to do that, Terra. I...can get my own ice cream.

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