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Post by jackson phillip hunt on Oct 25, 2011 16:48:52 GMT
Sleep, dont visit [/size]  [/center] So i choke on sun, [/size] Jackson sat inside the church in one of the pews , it wasn't a sunday so it wasnt really crowded and it was eerily quiet. He kind of liked it though, at the estate it would be noisy most of the time, what with everyone rushing around to please all the Daltons. He ha been gifted wit a day off, why he had the day off he wasn't too sure himself, he'd just been informed by Arthur and he was hardly going to argue. Jackson had never really been very religious, he just didn't understand much of it, but still he found himself here every so often, thinking of his father and saying a little prayer in hope it will help his family out somehow.
As he sat there a sketch book lay on his lap and he drew the stain glass windows of the church, the building was beautiful and he felt thee need to capture the essence of it, although the drawing would probably end up with the pie of other drawings he'd done under his bed. He mainly liked to draw people, the eyes mostly as his mother had always told him that someone's eyes are a gateway to their soul. He'd pretty much mastered peoples eyes when it comes to drawing, it was ears he mainly had the problem with, they either ended up too big so the person looks like some kind of ape or weirdly deformed. He tended to just draw people who's hair covered their ears, it made things much easier.
Jackson finished the drawing ad placed it down next to him in the pew. He then closed his eye and tilted his head towards the floor in prayer, in silence he sat there, eyes closed, looking down, in the pew in the church, praying, because theres not much else you can do really when your in a church. And the days blur,
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Post by evelyn marie dalton on Nov 12, 2011 17:46:55 GMT
 She wouldn't describe herself as a religious person, not in the slightest, but she wasn't entirely sure if she believed in spiritual things instead, she never gave the alternative much thought. She knew she didn't believe in a God, or various other deities and that was enough for her to realise that walking into the town church wasn't because she believed in religion. Was she being unusual in not allowing religion to be a reason as to why she'd walked towards this building? She didn't think so, just because she didn't think there was a supreme being didn't mean that she had no other reason to visit her local church, there was nothing in the rule book that stated that non-believers would be banned forever more from the premises. Besides, she was confident in assuming that about fifty per cent or more of people who did make use of the church weren't religious, at least not on their first outing.
Maybe it wasn't because she was an agnostic that people were likely to stare at her, it was probably to do with other things like her status compared to them. To see a noble walking around amongst them must have been unheard of, perhaps they were simply not used to the sight of being in the same building as someone of higher social standing without being required to do something for that superior. This was probably the reason. How many nobles just happened to wander into the local town and into the church, of all possible places? It probably seemed rather odd and unlikely, but in her opinion, she was entitled to behave just as anyone else, except that she was entitled to more. She didn't mind the idea of bumping into any random townsperson, because quite simply, she didn't know or care about them. If she met a servant though, she wasn't so sure of her reactions, the situation could suddenly become weird for her. She had no reason, in her mind, to explain exactly why she'd just happened to walk into the church nearby, but perhaps her parents would not be so thrilled to hear talk of their daughter mixing with the local population. There was no perhaps about it - she knew their opinions.
If there was indeed a God, he was testing her today, it seemed, with her emotions and now with the presence of one of the servants she would have most liked to avoid as much as possible. Of all the people to meet in this small building, it had to be him? She frowned, before letting the words she was thinking escape, without a second thought, as usual she was reacting immediately, with no consideration as to how this could develop. There was no point trying to change how she lived her life, she had always been this instinctive, making decisions in a matter of seconds. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, wondering how it came to be that he just happened to be here at the same time as she had appeared. "Don't you have... things to do with your life?" See, that last bit was slightly less logical than the rest of her comment, she could hardly pretend she hadn't said it now though.
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Post by jackson phillip hunt on Nov 12, 2011 18:13:33 GMT
Sleep, dont visit [/size] [/center] So i choke on sun, [/size] Jackson lifted his head and looked at Evelyn as her voice made it to is ears, she was pretty he'd give her that but as soon as she'd open her mouth he began to wonder what anyone would see in her, still he had to be all polite because he worked for her kind of. Suddenly it dawned on him, technically he wasn't working so he could be any way he wanted with her, the thought he liked but he wasn't too sure he'd enjoy the consequence's as much so he decided to just try and play it cool and smart. "I could ask you the same thing" he told her, it was unusual to see a 'noble' wondering around the town.
Jack tilted his head to the side slightly unsure what she meant by things to do with his life, he was fairly sure it was some sort of snide remark though. "If you must know, your highness, im here to get away for a bit" he said, instantly regretting his tone of voice. "..What are you doing here? shouldn't you be annoying Corbin or something?" he asked his tone of voice drastically changing from how it had been, he was curious however, she didn't seem religious, and if she was he doubted she'd be Christian, she'd be more like a Satanist, of course all these thoughts remained in his head and he didn't truly mean them, but working for the Daltons was definitely aggravating most of the time, but a jobs a job.
Jackson did have to be on his best behaviour around the Daltons but he felt as far as Evelyn was concerned he had a certain amount of freedom, not as much as he had around Arthur who was more a friend then a boss but he felt like he had some, simply because he somehow manage to work out her feelings, how he'd done it was beyond him, but he had and there was nothing she could do about it, not that she'd have to he wouldn't abuse his knowledge, unless he really had to but the likelihood of that happening was next to none. And the days blur,
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Post by evelyn marie dalton on Nov 12, 2011 18:53:40 GMT
Ah. She hadn't considered this, he was being almost deliberately obstructive, since they were in a different setting to the one that she was used to. It was almost like she'd stepped foot into his territory, rather than when he was required to act as politely as possible around her back at the estate, but things had evidently changed. She should have been expecting that, why had she failed to consider the fact that he was no longer required to be as civil or complimentary as he was normally? It seemed her mind had been distracted by other things. Damn, that could make things more complicated, she was surprised at her lack of thought on this matter. She'd remember it next time, but then, would there even be a next time? She doubted it, being in an area where she was no longer in control made her feel less comfortable.
"You could indeed ask that," she replied, acknowledging that he had as much right to ask her why she was there as she did to ask him. "But the difference is that I asked first and therefore you are obliged to respond to the question first. Perhaps if you ask afterwards, I shall provide an answer to your query. After all, I see no reason not to." That seemed far too nice for her, almost as if she was prepared to answer any and every question he asked, which was clearly not the case. Although he could ask various different questions, there were evidently some exceptions where she would be perfectly within her right to refuse and ones that she would have struggled to provide a reason to why she objected. "As much as I enjoy hearing you call me 'your highness,' I dare say formalities such as those are a little extravagant." Now she knew for certain that he was taking a little bit of pleasure in the knowledge that he didn't have to address her in the same manner as they were both accustomed to, something which made her feel more out of place. How did a servant have the ability to make her feel as though she was the one in the wrong building? Maybe it was because she was so unfamiliar with places such as these, they were so different to the ones she grew up in and continued to live in.
She foolishly thought that she could still turn this around to make herself the person in control of where this conversation was going, before she looked slightly startled at the words that came out of his mouth next. "I imagine Mr. Tharme is doing his job, unlike some of the other servants I could mention." She thought she did a pretty good job of handling her confusion and surprise at hearing the other servant's name, but was there much point? This guy had clearly worked it out for himself, and he continued to play upon it as much as possible, or maybe she just felt this way, maybe he didn't mention Corbin as much as she thought. Calming her emotions down, she had quickly managed to regain her usual indifferent face as she turned to look at the boy sitting next to her and the drawing he was holding. "That's good," she said shortly, as though hating herself for admitting it out loud to him. She was nice enough to let people know if they had a talent for something, but she didn't like to express it. Especially to servants like this guy. He'd only abuse it and make it seem as though she complimented him.
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Post by jackson phillip hunt on Nov 12, 2011 19:17:07 GMT
Sleep, dont visit [/size] [/center] So i choke on sun, [/size] Jackson had to stop himself from rolling his eyes, he knew she'd be like this, even though she's not even at the estate she acts like she has some sort of authority over most people. "there, now you know why I'm here.. what are you doing here?" he asked, his curiosity still at high levels. She was very out of place, in act he'd never seen someone so out of place, maybe that was because he was used to her in more civil and noble places, it was just peculiar.
"Sorry, i forget your not actually royalty sometimes" he said, making it so technically he hadn't really insulted her even if it may have seemed that way, if there was a Dalton he was most annoyed by it was her, but only because she seemed to have it out for him, sometimes knowledge is power, but power makes you a target too. Some of the Daltons had a way of thinking the servants were just servants not people with lives outside of the estate and feelings, to Jackson Evelyn seemed like one of those Daltons which was probably the thing that annoyed him the most.
Jackson couldn't help but let a small smile form on his lips as she startled at Corbins name, "Its a bit unlike you to mention other servants though.. and you still aren't on a first name basis yet?" at this point he was sure he was pushing it a little bit, but then something happened he had not seen coming and had caught him completely of guard, he placed the drawing to his side away from her, unsure what to say. "thanks" he stated simply "..You scrub down well" he added, a compliment for a compliment seemed fair enough in his opinion, although he wasnt even sure if 'scrubbing down well' was a thing, he knew scrubbing up was so hopefully she just went along with it and didnt revert back to her usual behaviour. And the days blur,
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Post by evelyn marie dalton on Nov 12, 2011 21:42:40 GMT
The church was beautiful, there was no denying this much, and the drawing that the boy had completed demonstrated it and she couldn't deny it, not that there would be much point in denying the attraction of the building since nobody here was going to judge her for saying that she found a building appealing. It wasn't like it was a weird thing to think or say, unlike the main thing she wanted to say. "Don't roll your eyes at me, Jackson Hunt," she said suddenly, noticing him giving the facial expression at the mention of whom should be asking the questions. "Fair is fair," she agreed, not intending to back out on the condition of him telling her why he was sitting here. "I just fancied some fresh air and I like this church, it's pretty. Will be that all the questions about my choice in location, or do you require another reason?" She raised an eyebrow, expecting another half-sarcastic response that she was slowly becoming used to, with him realising that he had the opportunity to act differently. He was clearly using it, much to her surprise and confusion. She didn't know to reply properly when a servant wasn't acting in the usual way.
She decided to take a seat, sensing that neither of them was particularly in any rush to vacate the premises, despite the sense of feeling more uncomfortable hitting her. She really didn't much like the feeling of being somewhere where people knew of her higher standing but did not much care for it. It was worlds apart from the conditions in which she had grown up in, and it made her see how different she was from the average townsperson. "Perhaps you shouldn't forget such things?" she suggested lightly, believing that regardless of the situation they found themselves in, she would always be slightly above him in wealth and status and that it would benefit them to never forget such facts. "But, I like to think that I am not much different from a member of royalty. I think I could be a perfect princess." Okay, now she'd got caught up in the idea that he'd put into her head, but she had to admit, the idea of being royal was one she could easily adjust to. She couldn't really tell him that she was basically royalty already, however, because this was bordering on vanity even above the levels that she tended to show. She was extremely vain, nobody could pretend otherwise, but even she didn't think that she was a member of a royal family.
Frowning at his small smile at her surprise, she tilted her head to the side slightly before attempting to clear her head of the confusion rising throughout her body. "If you remember correctly, I did not mention any servant's name, you were the one referring to the servant in question." She was determined to hide how much she wanted to talk about him, especially when the other person in this conversation seemed to delight in the chance to tease her somewhat about her predicament. "I notice you are eager to discuss Mr. Tharme however, bringing him up at random intervals." She looked just as surprised at his next comment as she had done a few moments earlier, shaking her head in disapproval of what he had asked. "Of course not, such conversation would be deeply inappropriate. Our interaction remains that of any normal employer and servant." That didn't sound rehearsed, she tried to convince herself. Not at all. She turned her attention to his own astonishment at her compliment of his artwork. "Do not mention it," she replied, making it obvious that she meant these words.
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Post by jackson phillip hunt on Nov 12, 2011 22:14:58 GMT
Sleep, dont visit [/size] [/center] So i choke on sun, [/size] Now Jackson wasn't really the kind of guy to start an argument or debate but if he had the opportunity to talk to someone the way he really wanted to with nearly no consequences he would, that's how he saw this situation. "Mr.Hunt that should be to you" he told her, they were hardly friends and he just didn't like people saying his full name so that left her options very limited to what she could call him. "that will have to do" he said, she'd been a woman of her word at least and told him why she was there, if he trusted her answer was a different matter altogether but he had nothing else to base her appearance here on.
Jackson shook his head slightly, "I respect royalty" he told her then continued "I may work for our family, but you have given me no reason to respect you, in your little world you may be a princess but here in reality your a spoilt rich kid" he said, probably revealing his feelings of some of the Daltons for the first time, he wouldn't have dared to say anything like that to one of the others, and it didn't apply to all of them but he felt the best thing for Evelyn would be if she faced reality for a change.
"You may not have said his name but i can tell you've thought of him.. and im allowed to talk about him, he's my friend" he told her, that kind of allowed him to talk about Corbin whenever he wanted to, it wasn't like he was bad mouthing him. "It should probably stay employer, employee" he told her, putting emphasis on employee, he preferred it over the word servant. "He's out of your league anyway" And the days blur,
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Post by evelyn marie dalton on Nov 12, 2011 22:45:08 GMT
Wow. He was actually quite bad-tempered at the moment, or at least, he seemed to be wearing a stubborn face from her point of view. She never knew he had the potential to be such a moody man and, if she were completely honest, she preferred it when he couldn't respond to her in such a harsh tone, suggesting that she kept saying things wrongly. She shrugged, not feeling offended at his insistence that she referred to him by any other name that he desired, because she didn't particularly care which name he used or what she called him, it made no difference to anything. "As you wish, Mr. Hunt," she replied, adopting the customed title he wanted her to use for whatever reason. "Since it makes no difference to me, I shall use this name instead." Had she been in her own house, she would have been mortally offended if he dared to speak to her in this way. She guessed that this was exactly the issue here - they weren't in the estate and both of them were equally at liberty to say whatever they liked. Obviously, he had every intention of using this opportunity, whether he meant to use it to hurt her or simply to satisfy his own feelings of behaving in his normal way around other people.
"You do not respect me," she repeated, knowing what he was saying before he finished his sentence, again frowning at the words he was using in her direction but not feeling any emotional pain from them. She wasn't entirely surprised by the confirmation of this statement coming from his mouth, she'd suspected as much in the past, he never seemed to enjoy serving her family as much as some of the other members of staff. "It does not matter, however, as I shall never be royalty." She considered this for a moment before adding, "I do not need for you to respect me, therefore I have provided no reason for you to do so." Could she say any differently? Not really, she respected what he did, everyday, in his job, but not him individually. But then she didn't respect many people except her parents and other relations, it was rare for her to spend large amounts of time in the company of anyone else. "Spoilt rich kid, perhaps, but I'm happy with my life and where I am, I care not for the finer details as long as I have these things." It was true, she didn't really take much note of who thought what about her, as long as they acknowledged that she was pretty. That was all that mattered to her, any other feelings about her weren't important, if someone came up to her and said she was ugly? Mass-murder.
She could claim she didn't care about what he thought about her, and she'd be telling him a truth, but if anyone spoke about things to do with her and Corbin? It hurt, quite a lot and she couldn't admit it, that would be social suicide. These were the things that hurt her, although she'd never let on that this was somewhat getting to her. "Of course I thought of him," she admitted, calmly as though she was admitting to something much less surprising. "You mentioned his name, I was bound to think of the person you had named." Was he implying that he could talk about his friend whenever he liked, as opposed to her? If so, that was ridiculous, just because he was his friend, she couldn't ever be permitted to mention him casually in conversation? "Whichever words you wish to use, the point remains the same," she replied, ignoring the fact that she sensed more of his attitude creeping in with each word he said. "I am aware of this and the fact remains that Mr. Tharme is free to pursue whomever he wishes." The last bit stung, of course it did, but she kept this inside, knowing that the reason it stung so much was that not only was he intending this to hurt her, but also because what he said was true.
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Post by jackson phillip hunt on Nov 13, 2011 0:48:35 GMT
Sleep, dont visit [/size] [/center] So i choke on sun, [/size] Maybe Jackson was being a bit harsh on Evelyn but he'd had to behave a certain way around her for so long everything he had held back was finding its way to the surface, he didn't want himself to come across mean but when his family struggled to get by and hers had money to waste it was hard to not be aggravated. He simply nodded at what she had to say about what she could call him, he then grabbed his book from his side and began drawing again, this time he drew his father, from memory, his father was the thing he drew the most as he had a great fear of forgetting what he looked like, he knew the day he would wake up and not be able to remember his fathers face would probably one day come, he could tell already by the slight differences in all his drawings.
"I know you don't care that i don't respect you, i know you don't care about anyone's views of you, but the way you treat some people, like they're slaves, it's disgusting, sure we may be nobles but we're people with feelings and you'd do well to remember that" he said knowing he may make absolutely no impact on her but he knew one word that would get her attention. "If you could show a little compassion you may have some of my respect, but without it, to me, your ugly" he was certain he would probably be one of the fist people to say that to her, but he was very much the kind of person that thought looks didn't matter, its whats on the inside that counts and h may not have known Evelyn that well, but the only time he could think of her showing some sort of kindness was when she complimented his drawing.
He had absolutely no idea what Corbin saw in her, he figured it was a physical thing, also he had no idea what she saw in him either, there was plenty more handsome men around and he couldn't imagine her going for personality. One of the main reasons he had stayed out of their predicament was because of his lack of understanding of it. Although it did occur to him, now was a good a time as any "What do you see in him then?" he asked curiously, he could understand how someone would fall for him, he was kind, he was a friend, he just couldnt understand why she had fell for him, maybe it was some sort of wanting what you cant have thing. And the days blur,
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Post by evelyn marie dalton on Nov 13, 2011 14:38:17 GMT
Didn't he realise that she was different to her parents in the small, but important, detail as to that she hadn't taken offence at the things he was saying? For a servant to say whatever he wanted to her, anything he wanted to say about her, was a rare opportunity indeed. Yet, he seemed to take this as a granted, as though this would be the norm regardless of whom he happened to be talking to. Was he this moody about her family each day of his life, she wondered. How could anyone act as though they hated everything about her family and yet still continue to work for them? She was quite confused, but she had no intention of sharing this puzzlement, she'd only get another retort from the guy. He clearly had no intention of apologising for the things that she could easily get offended by, so she had the similar amount of desire to ask him about his everyday state of mind. Instead, he appeared to be acting as though she should suck it up and get over it, returning his gaze to the sketchpad he had placed aside. How lovely.
If there was one thing that Evie despised it was when people obviously ignored her, she hated that someone would deliberately pay attention to whatever else was nearby, rather than looking at her. It was rude and she craved this attention, she wanted to be able to look the other people in the eyes at all moments and this servant seemed to be making it as difficult as possible to do so. Frowning, a small sigh escaped her as she glanced back at him. He was going to do this? The whole lecture about how she might not care about anything else? She'd heard this many times before, why should what he said be any different? Except now it was. Her head snapped up, her eyes narrowing in frustration as she spoke again. "What?" she asked, although she knew perfectly well what he had said to her. "You may think what you want of me, but I do not treat servants as if they are slaves.." She almost added the word 'anymore', but that would hardly help her argument, thankfully she managed to stop herself in time to prevent it. "I am grateful for the work some of them do." Still attempting to hide her pain and anger at hearing the last sentence, she frowned yet again. "Experience has told me throughout my life that I am outwardly physically attractive." Interesting how she didn't think to make herself seem as though she was a thoroughly attractive person, but then in present company? It hardly made sense to claim such things even if she had wanted to.
By now, she felt a small bout of shame creep into her body, did she really treat servants in such a cold manner? She tried not to, nowadays, but only to select few servants that she regularly came across and only because of Corbin. Before this time she had been happy to treat staff in any manner she found appropriate but Jackson clearly hadn't seem any of this compassion and for good reason - she could hardly change her whole attitude towards people of lower class than herself in an afternoon. That would be far too suspicious and, of course, her parents would notice this behaviour change immediately, she couldn't risk being too nice to other people. Apart from Corbin, but she could hardly burst out saying that she treated him completely differently to everyone else, could she? Besides, it would probably just make her look even more selfish, that she only treated him like her equal for her own purposes. "I thought we confirmed that my interest in Mr. Tharme does not exceed the usual relationship between an employee and their employee?" she commented, still sitting uncomfortably in denial. Maybe if she continued to deny everything, he'd return to thinking that he'd made a mistake and that she didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. "What do you see in your friend?" she asked, believing that since he had suddenly demanded an answer to this question he could hardly avoid answering it also.
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Post by jackson phillip hunt on Nov 13, 2011 17:24:28 GMT
Sleep, dont visit [/size] [/center] So i choke on sun, [/size] Jackson felt maybe he was finally making some sort of an impact on her, he at least wanted her to think about her actions more. He wasn't actually trying to offend her he was simply trying to teach her a lesson and the only way he knew she would pay any attention to him would be if he offended her. He didn't really like acting like this but h felt she needed to be around something more real, she'd been cushioned from reality her entire life it seemed. Without even lifting his head from his drawing he responded "You do treat us like slaves, you have to remember, many of us don't want to work for your family, but we aren't as lucky as you, we need the money and cant go throwing it around" if it wasn't for his mother and sister needing the money he makes he probably would have stopped working for her by now and have began chasing his own dreams, sadly though, that wasn't an option.
"If you ever treat someone with even the tiniest bit of kindness its for your own selfish reasons" he told her, whether the reason be her wanting something from that person or to make her attitude towards Corbin less suspicious he decided to not go into, he was sure something would pop up in her head. He didn't even give her the satisfaction of eye contact when she told him she was 'outwardly physically attractive' "Being pretty on the outside doesn't make you beautiful" he said simply, he was unsure how she was going to take that, there was a good chance that she could cope with just being pretty on the outside, but he was kind of hoping she wasnt that shallow.
"You don't need to convince me about your feelings for Corbin, I'd stick with trying to convince yourself" he said still refusing to look up at her, it was incredibly difficult not to, it felt rude and he didn't like it but he knew she wouldn't like it and it may give his words more of an impact. He hadn't been expecting thee question shed thrown at him, he thought for a moment he didn't really want to give her an answer she could use herself. "We can talk about girls and he can hold his drink better than i so he's a good drinking buddy" he told her, truth be told he couldn't remember if Corbin could hold his drink, most of the times they'd drank together were a blur, but he needed a reason and it was as good as any. And the days blur,
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Post by evelyn marie dalton on Nov 13, 2011 18:16:08 GMT
Clearly he thought that his chance to treat her in a manner that she was thoroughly unused to was a golden one and one to be used to say exactly what he thought of each and every thing she'd ever done. In all honesty she was quite surprised that he thought he'd worked out her personality and even that he knew so much about her past treatment of lower status individuals. She knew hardly anything about him, how did he come to believe that he knew much more about the way she truly was? Maybe she simply failed to pay attention to what he did but then she had no reason to study his habits, he was Arthur's servant, not hers. She knew he thought that she was just as spoilt as she had always been, but she had no way of proving to him that she had changed. Besides, she wasn't even sure that she had changed from this rich girl persona entirely. She still enjoyed the feeling of being a higher class than other people even if she didn't tell them as much. Why should she even care whether he thought she was something, when she was something else? Quite simply put, she didn't care and it was obvious to anyone and everyone that she was only concerned with her own needs. Unless the other person was Corbin.
"Perhaps these people should find other jobs," she suggested, not understanding why someone would do a job they hated, even if it was the only source of money they received. She would rather be poor than forced to find employment in a workplace that she despised. "Nobody is forcing them to stay here and I would not like to think that any of them are unhappy." This statement was mixed, she did genuinely feel a little bit of sympathy for people who did not enjoy their lives but this was also combined with a slightly harsher tone which attempted to hide this inner feeling. The next thing he said was different though, she could not hide her indignation at what he was accusing her of. "That's not true!" she exclaimed suddenly, with more emotion than she had anticipated. "I treat Hayley just as I would treat any of my friends." Partly true, she did extend more favour towards her own maid than most, but she'd thankfully managed to leave out the name that had instantly come into her head. She couldn't provide a reason as to why she treated him with the most respect however, that would be admitting to many things that she could not say. "I genuinely like her and appreciate all of the things she does for me."
This made her more confused than usual, how could he say that she wasn't pretty? Everyone knew it, he couldn't argue with the order of the universe. "Physical beauty is the one I take the most pride in," she replied, hesitating at being told that she wasn't as attractive as she had been made to believe and worked tirelessly to maintain. "It is easier to perfect than inner beauty, I do not know how to achieve the latter." Strangely honest statements for someone who had just been rather severely criticised by the person sitting near her. "I do not need to convince myself of anything however, I am confident that I have not developed feelings for Mr. Tharme, as nice as he may be." Damn him for seeing through her in this matter, why wasn't she able to convince either him or herself that she wasn't crushing on one of the employees?
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Post by jackson phillip hunt on Nov 14, 2011 17:14:55 GMT
Sleep, dont visit [/size] [/center] So i choke on sun, [/size] Jackson didn't hate his job, as much as it may have seemed like he was coming across that he did. In fact he loved his job, to a certain point, some days it was just aggravating and he wished he didn't have to do what he was told and he could just do whatever he wanted. His job did have certain perks, such as the friends he'd made.. and there was no shortage of eye candy, the Dalton girls were all beautiful and even some of the maids had their moments.. when they weren't cleaning or doing some other sweat inducing task."Some people cant find other jobs that pay as well as this" he informed her, it was as simple as that, he was the man of his house so he had to earn money and provide for his family, he wasn't going to be able to find a better job that would allow him to do that.
"Some peoples happiness has nothing to do with their job" he stated, honestly unsure what he could have responded to her with, "But those who's jobs make them unhappy often don't have other options" he added trying to make what he was saying a bit more relevant. He almost rolled his eyes as she mentioned Hayley, he managed to stop himself however "Fine, just most people then" he said finally looking up at her as he finished drawing, he slid his book to the side and decided he may as well make some eye contact as he had been avoiding that all this time.
"the fact you take more pride on outer beauty is one of the reasons your ugly, to me" he told her, he had added to him on the end because he knew he couldn't speak for everyone, a lot of people were like her and cared more about outer beauty. What she sad afterwards confused him however "Its easy to be beautiful on the inside, you simply have to care". Jackson wasn't sure what else he could say when it came to Corbin, she wouldn't admit her feelings and he didn't really have anything to do with the matter. "Whatever you say sweet cheeks" he said rolling his eyes and doing his jacket up a little as he had a feeling things were gonna get cold, in possibly more than just a heat way. And the days blur,
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Post by evelyn marie dalton on Nov 19, 2011 15:28:57 GMT
Maybe he had a point, however blunt or harsh that it might have seemed, he appeared to know far more about other people than she did. She didn't like to think of it, but she knew that he'd even managed to pinpoint a large part of her personality also, was she really that shallow? She didn't need to ask someone to answer this question, she knew that she was. She couldn't let anyone see her looking any less than perfect and she took pleasure in knowing that she looked better than most people, hence she had developed into an incredibly vain person. But she also knew that her obsession with appearance was hiding something inside. She didn't like to consider this fault, so she was content to act as though this desire to preen herself was just for selfish and vain reasons. Judging from the criticism she was receiving from one of the servants, this pretence had been far too successful and she wondered if she regretted this. Did she really want everyone to think in the same way as him? That she didn't care for anyone else apart from herself? She wanted to ask loads of questions at this moment in time, like exactly how many people honestly felt this way but never dared to approach her? She couldn't though. Then she'd just confirm that suspicion by being more concerned about herself than the others.
She frowned at his response, wondering if he was actually accurate in what he was claiming. It seemed highly unlikely, from her perspective. "You get paid well for working here?" she repeated, as though he'd said something completely weird. "I did not know that other jobs paid so little than my parents are to be considered as the better option." She could not get her head around the idea of her father or mother being that generous to pay what seemed like a reasonable wage. Yet again, he'd highlighted something else that she knew nothing about, she had no idea what her parents paid the people that worked for them or about wages for any job. She'd never wanted or needed a job. "Surely a part of happiness should come from one's employment?" she asked curiously. She'd always thought that if someone had a job, they should enjoy working at that place, she could not imagine settling for less. "Are that many people truly unhappy due to working here?" She'd never even thought to ask most of them, except the courtesy she extended towards Hayley, she barely thought about the welfare of the rest. Strange that she didn't even think to argue back or to become annoyed with his tone, seeing as she couldn't recall a time when someone had talked to her in this manner before - it wasweird and different for her.
"Is that honestly what you think?" she asked, frowning at the thought that she could not get by on looks alone. Here was a person stating that despite physical perfection she was no more attractive to him than anyone else, it hurt but it also confused her. She didn't know how she could fix something like that. "Is that what C- Mr. Tharme thinks too?" Although he might have sensed the small amount of hurt creeping into her voice, she didn't really care for him to express sympathy, she wanted to know whether this was an opinion shared by other people. The confusion in her tone rose as she frowned once more, "I have to care?" she repeated, not fully understanding what he was trying to say. "Care about what?" Contrary to what he was saying, she did care, but perhaps she didn't go out of her way to show this. She never thought such actions were important and yet one person whom she happened to meet in the local church was telling her differently. She wasn't sure what she should believe - her entire life or this random boy.
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Post by jackson phillip hunt on Nov 20, 2011 14:17:18 GMT
Sleep, dont visit [/size] [/center] So i choke on sun, [/size] Ok, so Jackson wast earning a ton of money, but he was earning a fairly reasonable amount or what he did, he knew there ere jobs out there he would love more and probably earn more money from but getting a job was more about who you know than what you know. Unlike Evelyn and thee rest of the Daltons he didn't have contacts in high places, he didn't have many friends other than his work friends so other better jobs just didnt seem like an option. "I earn enough" he said simply, he didnv really want to o into a discussion on money with someone who could probably buy all his worldly possessions without even making a dent in her pocket.
"Oh don't get me wrong, i do get some happiness out of my job, i get the feeling of satisfaction when i complete a task, i have great friends there and well.. yeah, i like my job but its not a dream job is it, no little kid will tell you t hey want to be a servant when they grow up" he told her with a small shrug, he wasn't entirely sure with what he wanted to do, become an artist maybe.. he didn't know what the future would hold. "I can only speak for myself" he told her, he didn't know i everyone felt the way he did, maybe some of them wanted to do their job for the rest of their lives, but he didn't.
"Yes, that is what i think, what's on the inside is more important than the outside" he told her, sure she could probably get by on just looking good, she already had the money, she'd be fine, but in his eyes that was just wrong and completely unfair, but then when was life ever fair? "I don't know what goes through his head concerning you" he told her, it was partly true, he knew some things but he didn't really understand fully, anyway he'd decided to just let them both deal with their feelings however they wished too, he wasn't going to get too involved. "Just care, show some humanity, care about peoples lives and feelings and what's going on in the world" And the days blur,
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