Encrypted e-mail to Paige, Madelyn
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To: [Paige]
From: [Jubilee]
Subject:
Paige,
Just lettin' you know I got in okay. Looks like you're gonna have the room to yourself for awhile. Myself, looks like I'm sharin' a room with Amanda, Terry and Clarice.
People here who shall remain nameless are making noises about how McDonalds isn't food. (Dude, it's cheap and it tastes okay. 'Course, there's better stuff but when you're down to your last few dollars, it ain't a bad way of keeping yourself fed. Okay, so it's not like I'm wanting for money anymore, even if I technically don't have any of my own. But habits die hard.)
Can I ask you a favor? Can you make sure Georgina gets enough water while I'm gone? And maybe get her some lettuce and carrots from the kitchen every so often?
Gotta go.
~J.
To: [Mads]
From: [Firecracker]
Subject:
Mads,
Made it to Vegas safe and sound, although the bus trip for some of the trip was a pain in the ass. I know why I couldn't go all direct like but being sat next to some old fat bloke who felt the need to regale me with stories of his former glories as a Short order cook in New Orleans wasn't on the top of my list as 'Fun ways to spend my travel time'.
Finally just put my headphones on and pretended to go to sleep. In other news, the inflight movie was a soppy romance. Not that I'm against romance, just that movies have a tendancy to get all sugary about it. Like it's gonna last forever.
In better news. Vegas is the coolest place ever. Girl like me could get used to all the pretty lights. Makes me wonder why I didn't come here instead of LA. My kinda town, ya know?
~J.
From: [Jubilee]
Subject:
Paige,
Just lettin' you know I got in okay. Looks like you're gonna have the room to yourself for awhile. Myself, looks like I'm sharin' a room with Amanda, Terry and Clarice.
People here who shall remain nameless are making noises about how McDonalds isn't food. (Dude, it's cheap and it tastes okay. 'Course, there's better stuff but when you're down to your last few dollars, it ain't a bad way of keeping yourself fed. Okay, so it's not like I'm wanting for money anymore, even if I technically don't have any of my own. But habits die hard.)
Can I ask you a favor? Can you make sure Georgina gets enough water while I'm gone? And maybe get her some lettuce and carrots from the kitchen every so often?
Gotta go.
~J.
To: [Mads]
From: [Firecracker]
Subject:
Mads,
Made it to Vegas safe and sound, although the bus trip for some of the trip was a pain in the ass. I know why I couldn't go all direct like but being sat next to some old fat bloke who felt the need to regale me with stories of his former glories as a Short order cook in New Orleans wasn't on the top of my list as 'Fun ways to spend my travel time'.
Finally just put my headphones on and pretended to go to sleep. In other news, the inflight movie was a soppy romance. Not that I'm against romance, just that movies have a tendancy to get all sugary about it. Like it's gonna last forever.
In better news. Vegas is the coolest place ever. Girl like me could get used to all the pretty lights. Makes me wonder why I didn't come here instead of LA. My kinda town, ya know?
~J.
Subject: This is my Doctor face
Date: 2004-12-07 11:36 am (UTC)It might surprise you that most 18 year olds don't have money of their own. It'll come with time and that first job of yours. ;)
Maddie.
PS: I think you'd look cute in a tiara, but don't tell anyone I said that. Teachers are supposed to discourage that sort of ambition. ;)
Learnt my lesson.
Date: 2004-12-07 11:54 am (UTC)I swear, I think I'm the only one here who seems to have the soundtrack to every James Bond, Mission: Impossible style movie running through their head.
Nate's been giving me funny looks. (By the way, totally unfair that even though I'm totally head blind without even an ounce of telepathic talent I'm still supposedly the equivalent of a bullhorn hooked up to the largest amplifier in the world. If I were anyone else, I might pull the 'sullen teenager at odds with the world' face and go for a good sulk in the desert.)
~J.
PS: Tiaras are fun. Any chance to wear one is never turned down. Hmm, Vegas Showgirl. It'd give me an excuse for the racy underwear I like buying. (Although, somehow I'm thinking I'm getting into too much information territory here.)
Late night television in Vegas is somewhat interesting.
PPS: What would you say if I told you that for a small while I thought about not coming back after this? Only thing stopping me is the idea that if I did I'd never know if I could have made a go of things. This whole being responsible thing and thinking about actions is a whole new and interesting world, I'll tell ya.
PPPS: Okay, so the idea of leaving you and Yana and Kitty behind is kinda a factor in me coming back too. I don't think I'd like the idea of you guys worrying about me.
Subject : I'm a responsible adult, worrying's included in the package.
Date: 2004-12-07 12:14 pm (UTC)A small confession on my part - I used to have the same thing happen on FBI stakeouts and the like. Of course, it went away when things came to the crunch, but as long as you're focussing on what you need to do, you can't be faulted for your brain's choice in background music.
Maddie.
PS: Guh. I could say I'm shocked and horrified, but then again I've seen some of your user pictures. You're just an exhibitionist at heart, aren't you? No wonder Carlie likes you so much. ;)
PPS: I'd say I wouldn't be surprised, but I would be disappointed. The firecracker I know doesn't run away from things, even when they're as hard as they seem right now. And running from your problems never solves them, only delays things, and I think you know that.
PPPS: We would worry. So would a lot of others - we've gotten kind of attached to you, Jubilee. I know a certain family in Philadelphia who would be most unhappy to hear you'd disappeared.
Exhibitionist, moi? Never!
Date: 2004-12-08 05:44 am (UTC)There's something to be said for putting on a good show. You distract with the right hand, take 'em for everythin' they got with the left.
Not that I need to do that anymore. Hmm.
But you'll be happy to know I plan on coming back to the school. Think I gave up on running after Alison brought me back that night. Even if the thought sometimes occurs. It's never for very long anymore. Maybe one day it won't be there at all.
I have a craving for steak. So miss Lorna's cooking right now.
~J.