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Post by dillion on Dec 24, 2004 4:40:25 GMT
Christmas at the Moore flat was always an interesting thing. It was easy to say that it was Pop’s favorite holiday because it was the one where there were the most decorations. Halloween was a close second though, lots of decorations there too, that was great. Lots of stuff. Looks great, but Christmas was crazy. Everything was Christmas from bed spreads to table clothes to the pictures on the wall. Everything! Maybe it was a bit overboard, but at least it made you get in the spirit, and that was it, from the moment Dillion stepped inside, everything felt so much like Christmas. Everything was up already, Telle moved so tree could go in the corner and everything. Only thing not done was decorating the tree. Pops wanted to wait for everyone. That meant that Dillion and Payton needed to come home from Hogwarts and Logan from college, but they were all hear now, and Christmas songs were playing loud on Pop’s old record player. Dillion had picked—Alvin and the Chipmunks: All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth. It was an old record from America Pops still had and he loved it. To top it off everyone was dancing around the small living space, trying to load the tree with all the decorations that had been collected over the years, the sound of lots of rather bad signing filling the air.
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Post by JordanCortes on Dec 24, 2004 4:53:40 GMT
Jordan's Christmas so far was...well, rather uneventful. She listened to her brother's argue over things such as religion, listened to Liam and Amelia flirt all day for two days, and well...that was basically it. She was hoping that when she arrived at Dillion's, it would be at least a bit more exciting. As she looked at the paper that she held in her hands and walked down the street she realized if it wasn't exciting, it was still going to be the best part of her break.
She had her shoulderbag, and that's basically all she needed. Her sketchbook and a few "shrunken" things and she was good to go. Jordan never traveled heavy, unless she was moving but, that doesn't necessarily count. As she continued walking, a swift wind came and blew her cap off her head and carried it away. With a sigh, she chased after it, not really wanting to...but it was her favorite hat. When she finally reached the hat it had landed in front of used book store. Jordan took a look at the paper, nodded and stuffed it in her shoulderbag.
"Okay, Jordan. Enter the scary unknown place and go upstairs. Easy. As long as you don't run into anything." She told herself as she opened the first door. The smell of books tingled her nose and she sneezed lightly. Stairs. Stairs. Aha! Jordan quietly made her way to the stairs and ascended them. At the top was another door. This should be right. Taking off her gloves and putting that in her shoulderbag also, she knocked on the door.
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Post by dillion on Dec 24, 2004 5:17:32 GMT
With everyone dancing around the living room, it was Mr. Moore who went to the door. He was a rather tall man with deep red hair. He was very thin with legs that were almost too long, but he was always smiling and was far happier than most men would ever be. After pulling open the door, he smiled brightly at the girl who stood there, tough he had no idea who she was.
“Oh, come in, come in! I can hear the wind from all the way up here, you must be a bit cold. Now tell me…” He paused for a moment to look out at his children, most of which had not missed a beat in the decorating to notice a new arrival. “Whats your name and which one are you here to see?”
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Post by JordanCortes on Dec 24, 2004 5:27:22 GMT
"Yes, thanks. It was a bit cold out there. Hi, I'm Jordan and I'm here to see Dillion." She answered with a small but, warm smile. Normally she was rather, frightened around adults. She always was quiet and rather timid around adults she didn't know and or didn't like. It surprised even her that she spoke so clearly. Now she stood there, feeling sort of uncomfortable but not so much. Just wishing she had some chocolate to keep her occupied.
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Post by payton on Dec 24, 2004 5:32:36 GMT
Mr. Moore nodded and looked out into the crowd of children.
"Dillion!" he called rather loudly to be heard above the music before looking back at the girl.
"Why don't I make you some hot choclate."
That said, the man strided into the small kitchen, only a few steps away. The Moore flat was not a large one, the door from the stairs leading straight into the living room part of the flat, which was also attatched ot the kitchen with a rather oversized dining room table seperated the two.
"Jordan!"
Dillion ran over immediatly, bounding around as usual, a santa ordiment tangled in his hair bounsing as he went.
"Didn't know you were coming today! Great though! Wicked! Yes yes! Holiday is great right? No school, like school thought, magic fun. Home good too thought, and christmas is great, presents even better. Oh! Bags! Staying the night?"
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Post by JordanCortes on Dec 24, 2004 5:40:02 GMT
Jordan smiled a thanks at Mr. Moore and laughed slightly as Dillion came over with a Christmas ornament in his hair. Typical Dill. Jordan felt back in the swing of things as she began to talk.
"Oh, yeah. Holidays, great fun. Only not. I am just hoping that this break ends better then it started. Stupid brothers. Stupid religions. Stupid Liam and Amelia and stupid them being together. It's all been stupid. First my brothers arguing over Justin's religion, he's Jewish now you know. Then them arguing over Christmas dinner. I couldn't take it! I had to leave. I would've let you know I was coming, but I had to get out that....place." Jordan started to rant but stopped. No. She wasn't going to do that. She would rant at Katie later.
"Hmm yes. I suppose I would be staying the night. I figured I would go sleep on a bench or something. But, it's too cold so I thought, well I'll find a hotel. Then I relized, no money. So, I guess I'll just have to stay here. If you don't mind that is. Or, I could always walk back home..." She continued, she shrugged and moved her shoulderbag towards the front so she could get some candy. She held a bag out to Dillion, offering some Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans and taking a few to herself. Oh, the sweet sweet taste of candy.
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Post by dillion on Dec 27, 2004 4:41:56 GMT
He listened to her ranting nodding his head as he tried to listen. Not that he was ever good at listening. Nope never did that well, but he was trying and that meant something.
"Yes...family. Pah. But here is good. Family, well my family is good, yep you come here because I can't go. Well I could, put not really. Pop's wouldn't like it. Well, I could go out but I would have to come back, but you can come here. Stay here! Grand plan! Wicked. Imagine...oh yes, Pops! Ice cream! She is staying!"
It was a few moments later that Mr. Moore made his way over to the two and handed a white mug, complete with flying reindeer and sleigh, to Jordan.
"So, you are staying? You are welcome of course, stay as long as you like. I told Dillion to invite someone since Payton's friend is staying for nearly two weeks. Call me Pops by the way, makes things easier in a house like this."
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Post by JordanCortes on Dec 27, 2004 8:50:28 GMT
Jordan smiled and took the hot chocolate. She held it in ehr hands but, didn't drink it. Then the sound of 'We wish you a Merry Christmas' went off and Jordan nearly jumped.
"Shoot..."She whispered as she juggled the cup in her right hand and searched through her bag for the contraption that she despised. When she found it, she pulled it out, clicked the button and held it up to her ear.
"Hello? Yeah? She...? I see? Well, thanks...You too." She said. Clicking it off again, she chose not to say anything about that conversation with Dr. Lawrence, or about Katie's condition. That would just ruin everything.
"Stupid thing...I wish I knew how to turn it off...it's going to be ringing all night, I garuntee it." Jordan said with a sigh as she placed it back in the bag where she had got it from. She took a sip of the hot chocolate and had to hold her tongue from screaming.
"Yikes! That's...really really hott."
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Post by dillion on Jan 4, 2005 17:02:29 GMT
When he heard her phone ring he looked at it in question, confused at why she had it and why she seemed not to like it, he then shrugged it off and started to talk at the same time that she made the commenta bout the hot chocolate.
"Nothing bad here. Nope, no bad news, not allowed, no bad phones, no hot drinks, nope nothing, everything is wonderful all the time just becaue I Say so. Come on! Your stuff my room!"
It was then that Mrs. Moore piped in.
"She will sleep with the girls Dillion."
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Post by JordanCortes on Jan 4, 2005 21:28:48 GMT
Jordan smiled as she pulled out the cell phone that had rang once again and held it to her ear.
"Oi, Chris, just...put the turkey in...no! NO TAMALES! Oi, okay did you stuff it? No! Not with cotton! With stuffing. Put Pat on the phone. Just do as I say!" Jordan was getting agitated what kind of person didn't know what stuffing was? Besides, her brother. As the soft voice of Patricia Mason came on the phone Jordan sighed with relief.
"Hey, Pat...do you know how to cook this turkey thing?!" Chris yelled from the background, Pat laughed and turned her attention back to the phone. She then spoke into it and Jordan had to laugh at what she said.
"You just had to go didn't you? You left me here, with him? Anyway, what can I do for you?" Pat asked with a laughing voice as she screamed, Jordan guessed Chris was chasing her with the turkey on his hand as he usually did to Rosa.
"Yeah, you can definitly see that he doesn't know how to cook a turkey, so I was wondering...up in my room under my bed, and to the right of the skateboard I never use, is mom's cook book...use that, it's much much safer. And DON'T call me unless it's an emergency, kay? Thanks much, bye." Jordan then hung up and sighed again.
"What kind of moron, who is at least 24 years old, does not know how to cook a turkey? I know how to cook a turkey...how does Chris not? My family is beyond strange, anyway, where do I put my stuff?" She asked with a small smile and a sip of her hot chocolate.
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Post by dillion on Jan 5, 2005 23:08:16 GMT
He was listening to the conversation rather confused until Jordan got off the phone. He then grabbed her arm and started off towards the hallway that lay almost directly ahead of the doorJordan had just entered.
"My room!" he announced again before a blonde girl who looked older than Dillion stepped forward.
"Dill! Do you ever listen! Its Jordan righ? Come on, you can put your bags in the girls room"
Dillion stared at his sister for a moment before starting to bound off down the hall again.
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Post by JordanCortes on Jan 5, 2005 23:13:27 GMT
As she was dragged off, she winced as the warm liquid spilled on her hands slightly. With a bite of her lip she tried to steady the cup slightly, just to make sure she didn't drop it. Then she was shifted in a total different direction.
"Oi..." Jordan said as someone appeared before her. She smiled and nodded as the girl asked if her name was Jordan. She then followed her down the hall.
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Post by dillion on Jan 11, 2005 4:08:01 GMT
Dillion was still heading early donw the hall, the christmas ordimant still tangled in his hair bouncing as he did. He headed down until the very end and stood at a door on the right as if he was rather frustrated with the slow pace of the girls.
The blone who had offered to take Jordan to her room looked older than Dillion. She was build very much like her father, slim with long legs, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight fun, and she wore a grey skirt that looked like the bottom of a woman's dress suite, though she was not wearing the matching jacket.
"I am Emma by the way. If you can get Dillion to settle down long enough he can introduce you to everyone"
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Post by JordanCortes on Jan 11, 2005 20:45:06 GMT
Jordan smiled up at Emma. It was funny to think of Dillion being calm for once. Even at her mum's funeral, Dillion had to control his energy.
"Do you have the slightest clue on how to do that? Because, I'm pulling a blank. I'm Jordan, wait- you already knew that didn't you? Oh, well. It's nice to meet you." Jordan said with a small laugh at her awkwardness. She shifted her feet and waited for further instruction.
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Post by dillion on Jan 20, 2005 23:27:43 GMT
She laughed and shrugged slightly. There was no real way to calm Dillion down--he was just Dillion and that was all there was to it.
The ymade their way down the hall to the furthest room on the right and she pushed the door open. The room was small and it had two beds in it. Dillion was standing outside the door, trying very had tos tand still as he waited for them.
"Okay, studd down then we do something. What? Something, need something to do. To boring, can't have boring. What do you want to do Jordan, too much to do way to much, well to mucha nd not enough, can't decide, waht do you want to do? Could eat, always eat, Pay's not a bad cook, might whip something up for us, or could sing! Dance! Oh! lets go out! Danceing! Clubs have to be open around here somewhere think about the fun!"
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Post by JordanCortes on Jan 20, 2005 23:52:53 GMT
Jordan set her stuff down in the room and turned as Dillion started suggesting things to do. Jordan's eyes widened slightly in horror as he said dancing. Sure, she loved to dance. But, dancing in front of Dillion? No, she couldn't imagine it. Her lips formed into a smile as she nodded her head in thought. Dancing did sound good though.
"Well, I'm not that hungry. But, who says I won't be later? Are you hungry? Singing? Me? Um, no. Me and singing is like, me and well- cleaning. No mixie. What else did you say? Dancing? Now, that I can do. Not well though. I can only dance with Vanessa when I want to dance well." Jordan then went back to her shoulderbag and pulled out a small bag of gummi bears. Opening the pack she put two in her mouth, then closed it again.
"So what first?" She asked as she swallowed the gummi bears and tilted her head at Dillion.
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Post by dillion on Jan 21, 2005 23:55:31 GMT
He grinned and reached forward, grabbing her hand before taking off down the hall again.
"DANCING! Oh yes, thats it, what fun. Go out...club maybe! Oh Suds, great time there, music a blast, holiday theme, Pops should be fine, go all the time with Pay. Good one, drinsk are bad, but no worries there, music good, dancing better, suds so fun. You have a change of clothes right? Going to need it! POPS!"
Dillion was sitll speeding for the door, never slowring or missing a beat instead telling his father as he went.
"Suds, back by midnight!"
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Post by JordanCortes on Jan 22, 2005 0:02:40 GMT
Jordan nearly choked on a gummi bear she had popped in her mouth before she was sped away by Dillion once more. She was getting quite used to that feeling of a sudden jolt to a different place.
"Change of clothes, yes I have that. Must warn though, dancing is not one of my greater things. So, watch out. Never been to a club. Nope never. I'm only 13, so I haven't really been to many places. Hey, new experiences are always very good. Good indeed. But, till midnight? Wow. Late. Not that late really. But, still late. Dancing. Late. Wow what was that? four late's in one breath? Record." Jordan said as they left the book store and walked down the streets, she had no idea where they were going but, at that moment she really didnt' care.
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Post by dillion on Feb 6, 2005 17:21:39 GMT
He happily bounded out the door and started down the street, half listening to Jordan as she said something about being late, but more of his focus was on the excitement of going to Suds for the night. He heard her say that she was thirteed and he tried to remember if there was an age limit on Suds "Thirteen? No, older than that, your not thirteend, can't be. No wait, thrid year...makes sense hun. No fun, can't do anything. good clubs are older, well, some aren't Suds is good, best one, get you there there. Yep, wont be hard. Gotta know the right people. Late uh? Bad word, lets stop using it, never late, exactly on time,w hen you want to, never late, lates not fun!"  |
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Post by JordanCortes on Feb 6, 2005 20:32:53 GMT
"Yes, I'm 13. And I hate it. Not allowed to do this, can't do this, yada yada yada. It's like im still 4!" Jordan stated getting angry. She then sighed and stopped a moment, fiddling with her shoe, then started to walk again.
"Late isn't good, horrible. Ugly. Late. Besides, you aren't late until you get there, eh? I think that about somes it up. And you aren't in trouble until you get caught as well..." Jordan said as she started to become fidgety.
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