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Date Posted: 05:38:24 06/06/02 Thu
Author: Celeste Riecburg
Subject: You always underestimate me
In reply to: Julian Emberson 's message, "Re: Here's lookin' at you, kid. (Continuation)" on 21:10:35 06/05/02 Wed

Shirt was still off. No luck. Still, she responded to his inquiries. "I have no clue who Maxwell Daemon is, tell me about him." she said, her eyes straying from his face and around the sports gym. She waited a couple of a seconds to see Julian laughing silently, "What is so funny..." she looked out his face, he was spaced out.

Waving her hand in front of his eyes she smiled, "Earth to Julian Emberson..." she was laughing a little now. Not at the situation, but at the fact that most guys sitting and talking with Celeste would have all of their attention on her, maybe that was why she liked Julian, he didn't follow her around with puppy dog eyes. A challenge. A mystery. One she had yet to figure out.

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[> [> Re: What makes you say always? -- Julian Emberson, 22:13:03 06/06/02 Thu

He bent his head forward, ignoring Celeste’s wave, a passion of speech overcoming him yet again. “Maxwell Daemon was the main character, Brian Slade’s, stage persona… see, Brian was based on David Bowie and his stage persona, Ziggy Stardust, who was the glam rocker of the Seventies. He was decked out in glitter everything –from his nylon clothing, to his platform, and then his face… you can’t help but love Jonathan Rhys-Meyers after the movie. I wanted to be just like Brian, but I didn’t want to end up like he did… pity how his career became the end of him,” He sighed, leaning back, a frown crossing his face. “The movie, romantically, was devastating… sure, it was great for Arthur, but it ruined the magic of Brian and the infamous Curt Wild.” He pondered for a second and laughed.

“Talking about this reminds me of the press scene, where they asked him about his makeup and everything and accused him of being a fruit… and you know what the bastard said?” He smiled wistfully and leaned down on his arm, now resting on his knee. “I should think that if people were to get that impression of me, the one to which you so eloquently refer... it wouldn’t be the wrong impression. At least, I think it went like that,” Julian, unashamed, yawned, feeling tired after the burst of information.

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[> [> [> Because you always do -- Celeste Riecburg, 08:57:38 06/07/02 Fri

Celeste listened with interest, but got completely lost amongst all the names. Trying to pretend like she was understanding, and as if she was actually interested, she nodded. "Ick, glitter. Glitter gets everywhere I hate glitter." she said as Julian mentioned the tacky outfit.


A few giggles escaped as Julian made his next comments, and as it died away she watched him yawn. "Why do you work so hard with that sword?" she asked, as if it were pointless, and maybe it was. But something told her that if Julian was engaging himself with such dedication, it wasn't pointless.

The sun was beginning to set, making glorious pinks and purples across the sky, and she stared into it. She wished that she could just sit there in the sun set and talk with Julian forever and ever. But soon, she'd be retreating to the Kilborg common room, alone, again. This...this was how it was supposed to be, at least to her.

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[> [> [> [> It's A Mistake You Don't Want To Make -- Scott Hartam, 06:14:44 06/10/02 Mon

Scott Hartam preferred to come down to the sports complex whenever the Sun was retreating because students were less likely to be there. To his great surprise, part joy, part dismay, he saw his ex-girlfriend Celeste sitting with her supposed new crush Julian Emberson.

No shirt either, how convenient. At first Scott just stared, dumbstruck. He wondered if Julian liked her the way that she liked him, and he wondered if he or Celeste knew how much he wanted her back. Scott truly realized he had made a mistake when he let Celeste go.

Now he just tossed to soccer ball in his hands up and down while he spoke, "Whoa! Hope I'm not interrupting anything." he teased, hiding his own feelings very well.

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[> [> [> [> [> Re: well, you're the grand wild, have you noticed?
-- Julian Emberson, 12:05:44 06/10/02 Mon

Julian chuckled quietly to himself, lifting the rapier up to Celeste’s hair with deft speed, flicking it over her shoulder, about to respond until the other had well made his presence known. Olive blinked with sloth to the other; he was unable to place a name though it should have been so easy. The flat of the blade rested safely upon Celeste’s shoulder, no grip lost.

“It’s only hard when I make it hard,” He smirked, turning his attention back to Celeste. “It used to take a lot out of me, but now it’s nothing new. I love doing it. No big fucking deal unless you’ve got someone worthy to play.” He was about to burst into gales upon gales of laughter at the things he said.

“Well, doll, I better be going,” He couldn’t help the snickers escape. “I gotta rendezvous with Riddle and I can’t miss it.” His hand went over his mouth for a moment, coughing, knowing it wasn't really like that -that he was just meeting about his damned play that he was writing. He was going to be late, too. He walked over to his duffel and zipped it up, sliding the black handle over his bared shoulder. His fingers pushed his hair back, all aired out and soft. “Later,” He cheerily said to the other, leaving without uttering a name (cause, well, he didn’t know).

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[> [> [> [> [> [> Who invited you? -- Celeste Reicburg, 10:49:53 06/11/02 Tue

The moment was soon crushed by the obvious presence of her ex standing there, throwing around what must of been his best friend, the soccer ball. Rolling her eyes at him, totally ignoring his existence, mainly because she didn't want anything more to do with him, she turned back to Julian.

She felt her hair flip over her shoulder, and the cold of the blade through the thin cloth of her shirt. Julian was making his departure, she wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that Scott had just interrupted her moment. HER MOMENT. God knows she was enjoying being alone with Julian, but, well it seemed that was up. Three was a crowd, apparently Julian was about to make it two again, and found something very funny.

Putting a hand on her hair, then to her face, making sure he wasn't laughing at her, she watched him retreat, "Bye!" she called after him, waving.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Bitter, aren't we? -- Scott Hartam, 10:53:58 06/11/02 Tue

Raising one eyebrow as Julian participated in wat scott considered shameless but insincere flirting with his ex, he got a little bit jealous, and was very happy to see him leave. So happy he A. did not bother to say bye and B. didn't give a name.

As he stared into Celeste's eyes, the glow that had been there as she looked at Julian with admiration was gone. He remembered how she use to look at him that way, but he had to mess it up. He had to go off and play games behind her back. He did this to himself.

Now it was time to change things, however slight it might be. "Are you going to cry now that lover boy is gone?" he asked, kicking the soccer ball against the wall.

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