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houseofcards_rp2013-02-07 01:32 pm
bluntforces) wrote in houseofcards_rp2013-02-07 01:32 pm
[ota] doesn't matter how you throw me
It's hard being a young person.
At this point, Evan isn't exactly a young person. Not an old person, but finally safely removed from the this way and that way of being a teenaged and recently-teenaged young person. Lots of things are settling into place. Since getting back to Montréal, even, he's even getting his head properly around what his life might look like when he moves back home.
But the Deck is (par for the course these days) not doing well. There's no telling what travel back and forth is going to be like, not really. There's no telling what his mother will say has popped up in the backyard. There's no telling how Elani's going to sound on the phone when he calls.
There's no telling when a giant bouquet of orange lilies and jonquil and white clover is going to show up in the middle of your Intermediate Managerial Accounting and remind you that it's almost Valentine's Day on top of the fact your home is falling to pieces while you're not there and you can't tell anyone about it.
So Evan McCartney? Is playing phone roulette. Not looking at names and numbers so much as hitting at random to make sure that the general population hasn't completely vanished into thin air.
At this point, Evan isn't exactly a young person. Not an old person, but finally safely removed from the this way and that way of being a teenaged and recently-teenaged young person. Lots of things are settling into place. Since getting back to Montréal, even, he's even getting his head properly around what his life might look like when he moves back home.
But the Deck is (par for the course these days) not doing well. There's no telling what travel back and forth is going to be like, not really. There's no telling what his mother will say has popped up in the backyard. There's no telling how Elani's going to sound on the phone when he calls.
There's no telling when a giant bouquet of orange lilies and jonquil and white clover is going to show up in the middle of your Intermediate Managerial Accounting and remind you that it's almost Valentine's Day on top of the fact your home is falling to pieces while you're not there and you can't tell anyone about it.
So Evan McCartney? Is playing phone roulette. Not looking at names and numbers so much as hitting at random to make sure that the general population hasn't completely vanished into thin air.
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Can she hear him pouting because, despite being an adult, he might have believed her for a few seconds. Can she hear it.
"Dunno why I even call you, you monster."
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She sighs. "You know those buildings that showed up? Some people investigating them, ah...disappeared." Surely he's talked to Elani? She really doesn't want to break the info about Carmella to him.
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"Yeah. None-- I mean, you an' yours are all still around, right?"
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"Yeah. Next week for Riley."
Because her birthday. And not being in love. And unfortunately Valentine's.