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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.
Just for that she's appearing once I figure out phone tagging a little more.
"Well, things are still going to shit," he says. "And no one has any idea why yet. But other than those two delightful details things are going well enough. Theoretically."
It's certainly not the hedging Evan probably gets from anyone named McCartney.
Yes excellent \o/
"We hittin' the mode of get everyone home yet, or figurin' that this time doors'll stay open?"
Re: Yes excellent \o/
"I doubt you really have to rush home unless you have a burning urge to, really."
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Which is mostly true, actually. But then, you know, it's so much easier to be honest about oneself with strangers and enemies than with actual friends.
"Thanks, Jordan."
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And he just shrugs.
"It's not much of a problem."
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"Not much?"
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" just not exactly a trip to the nonexistent beach lately."
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Back to each and their own.
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"Of course, that's when we were Twos. Maybe that's the problem."
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There we go.
"So when I come back, might still be a picnic, just not a day at the beach picnic?"
Fuck yeah being a Four.
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kingsworkaholics."Sorry, I should let you go. You probably have things to do." People to call. Something like that.
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