gimmethattop and me

[DennyxHawkIonari]

a fatherxson...this time the son's adopted...still has no plot

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Name: Joshua Parson Ackhart.
Age: Thirty-seven.
Looks: Long black hair with a slight curl and a matching goatee. Slightly bushy eyebrows, but that's what his bangs are for. Rarely seen without sunglasses, few people know his true eyecolor--a suprisingly clear blue. He has a nice bronze skin tone from who-knows-what (it's a well-kept secret of his). Tall and lanky, he towers over most of the people he may pass along a busy sidewalk.
Current Outfit: A white dress shirt with a few of the top buttons undone, black dress pants, and shiny black shoes.
Occupation: Teacher.
Home: A pretty small two-bedroom apartment with just enough room for a single bathroom, kitchen, two main closets, two personal closets and a living room.
Reason For Adoption: He's around teenagers everyday, and some part of him desired one to keep around and have as a true responsibility. It's not like any of his girlfriends ever last long enough to become truly serious--a kid of his own is slowly slipping through his fingers. So one day, he just up and adopted one. Plain and simple.
The rest of his history is classified.

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Name: Jonathan Larson Ackhart(last name?)
Age: fifteen
Looks: Blonde hair that reaches the base of his neck. He has brillant green eyes. He's a sort of average height for his age
Occupation: student and journalist
Home: the same as the person who adopts him
Reason why up for adoption: His mother put him for adoption when he was two because she couldn't handle him. He doesn't know much about his parents.
Current Outfit: a black shirt that says in white letters "Navy". he has blue trip pants

[DennyxHawkIonari]

((should we start?))

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Dressing down after the school day is tough when you haven't the energy for it and still done in its entirety. First it's the removal of his sunglasses (check), then the jacket (check), then the tie (check), then either the loosening of his top buttons (check) or the changing his shirt (uncheck), then the removal of his shoes (uncheck) and changing of his socks (uncheck), and finally the switch from dress pants to jeans (uncheck) and placement of his sunglasses in that pair's pocket (half-check; they're stored in his dress pants pocket). Obviously today's checklist hasn't progressed very far.

But today hasn't been the best.

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"I'll help him get his grades up, Marisa!" he had promised Jonathan's journalism teacher in desparation, slamming his fists onto her desk for that little something extra. "You can't cut him! Please, one more chance!" It was all his fault, anyway. He had been far too wrapped up in his work to notice his son's issues with his own. And the look in Jonathan's eyes when he told him how his writing was coming....

Marisa Levine, or Miss Levine to her students, fixed Joshua with a look of pity but kept her gaze hard, arms crossed, and lips pursed. The fact that she was one of his ex-girlfriends couldn't really help here. So many cruel things she could do to him were probably being considered right then. But after a few moments she broke down and heaved a heavy sigh in his direction.

"Fine, fine. But that math grade had better be at least a C by semester."

Joshua grinned at her, relief written all over his face. Regaining his composure, he straightened up, brushed stray hair from his face, and fixed his sunglasses. "You don't know how much this means to me. I won't let you down." He turned to leave, but Marisa Levine stopped him.

"Joshua... you never smiled at me like that before," she said to his back. You'd imagine the tone would be happy or some similar emotion, but it's more like... confusion. Worry. "And you never worried about me like that, either. You're not...." As if afraid to finish, she didn't.

"He's my son, and I'll do anything to keep him smiling," was all he said before he opened the door and slipped out into the hallway.

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Joshua slips his tie over the base of his jacket's hanger and lowers his head. How am I going to do this, exactly? Now he has not only Jon counting on him, but Marisa Levine as well. He can tell how much she admires his son's writing--she's just too proud to admit it. Always has been.

And what the &*#^ was she insinuating by that last comment? he wonders as he ambles out into the kitchen, craving his usual after-school snack. Keeping five different sets of around thirty fourteen-year-olds in line isn't as easy as it may sound (if it sounds easy at all). A nice apple or granola bar or chocolate chip cookie or handful of Moritos is quite the lifesaver after day-after-day of that. She's probably just jealous, but... it's still irritating for some reason.

Of course he's worried. Of course he'd smile like that for him. Even since he first saw his face, Joshua knew he wanted to protect Jon from everything wrong with the world. Everything messed up in his students' lives. Everything screwed up about his own past.

Not that that's even remotely possible, or that he considers himself even remotely close to that. But he's giving it his all, and that has to count for something.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, he munches silently on a chocolate chip granola bar and stares at the ceiling, deep in thought. Possibility one, possibility two, possibility three....

((Sorry, kinda assumed a few things about your character in order to kinda-sorta give this thing a plot. I can edit some of the details if you'd like.))

[DennyxHawkIonari]

((it's okay...sorry for not giving much info and sorry for this short reply. I'm not good them yet give me time.))

Jonathan had returned home from a hard day of school. He had just found out he was going to get kicked off the Journalism team if he didn't get his math grade up. He was lucky Joshua had come in and saved him from getting get off right then and there.

He just put his bag on the floor of his room and went down to the kitchen to see his father. Jonathan walked to his father.

"Hey dad," he said, getting him some milk.

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((Nono, sorry for that freakishly long one I started with. Haha.))

The front door opens and closes in the other room. From here Joshua's view of the entrance is completely obscured by a well-placed wall--not the best thing in the world. But since only one other person has that key, only one other person would come in at this time of day, he doesn't feel even close to threatened.

The mystery intruder treks into the kitchen momentarily, an objective of his own shining in those brilliant green eyes. Joshua smiles involuntarily, reduced to that same simple happiness Jonathan brings with merely his presense. That smile isn't merely a reflex for long, however.

"Hey, dad." Yeah. There's the reason this'll all worthwhile.

Taking the tall, slender glass of milk from Jonathan with a small 'thanks', he finds his hands suddenly full and finishes off the last of that granola bar. Once it's safe to speak again, he asks, "How was your day?" Hopefully it was better than mine....

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Jonathan smiled and said, "I'm sorry for what happened in Journalism today, but other than that it was okay."

Jonathan took a sip of his milk.

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((Wait, whose milk is it? I suppose since ether could be referred to as 'him' I got confused.))

Joshua tilts his head away from Jonathan and smirks slightly. He's never been too comfortable with situations like these, no matter how numerous they should be. The fact than Jon's apologizing for something Joshua continues to consider mainly his fault leaves him grasping for something... right to say in return.

"...It's all right," he ends up saying. "No matter how severe she might seem, Marisa's not all that bad. Her company's quite enjoyable." ...Well, sometimes. If you consider fearing for your life enjoyable.

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((it could be both of theirs))

Jonathan knew that Joshua was blaming himself and that he was scared of his teacher. It was Jonathan's fault for failing and getting wrapped up in writing.

"It's not all right. I should've been paying more attention," Jonathan said looking away from his father.

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"I should've been paying more attention," says Jonathan.

Woah, wait. For some reason that sounds very, very familiar....

Joshua coughs, trying to stifle the few chuckles threatening to burst free. This isn't a funny topic; not in the least, but the similarity amuses him. They may not be blood related, but they can still think in the same fashion.

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Jonathan stared at Josh. He knew that they weren't realated, but through adoption, but people were starting to say that they acted in the same way. Jonathan looked at his 'father' once more and saw that Joshua was wanting to laugh at the similarty(sp?) of their way of thinking. Jonathan let out a small chuckle.

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Jonathan lets out a chuckle, which for some reason ends up leaving Joshua braced against the counter, entire body shaking with the pent-up laughter suddenly let loose. It really isn't that funny, he knows; now it's really more of a relief sort of thing.

"Ha ha ha ha.... Ah, really. It's not your fault, don't worry," he says as he leans over as gently brushes his lips against Jon's forehead. It's a sign of affection, of gratuity, that few people have ever received. His mother's on that list, of course--but he can't think of any others.

Before Jon can complain about being too old for that or something else any normal teenager would do, Joshua flees the room and drops down into the couch, body stretched along its entire length (and then some). He considers reaching for the remote, but as soon as his eyelids drop, his fatigue hits him full force.

Maybe a nap first, he thinks, and ends up sailing off to dreamland almost immediately.

((Gotta go. Should be back by at least eightish tonight; maybe sooner.))

[DennyxHawkIonari]

((okay))

Jonathan let a slight blush creep onto his face. He had never been shown any affection before. He had been in the orpahnage almost all his life.

He watched Josh raceing out of the room and hit the couch. He grabbed a blanket seeing how tired his 'father' was and went to put it on him. Josh pushed himself too hard sometimes.

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((I apologize for the major break. Would you like to keep this rp going, or forget it?))

[DennyxHawkIonari]

((i would like to keep it going. it's very interesting.))

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So much for a little nap. The sun's already setting by the time his eyelids flicker open again. The faintly red light shines into his eyes, blinding him. The one time he actually needs his sunglasses, he's not wearing them. He hisses, hand flying up to protect his eyes.

Sunset already? Waaait.... Dinner! I completely forgot! he thinks, alarmed, and jumps to his feet. Unfortunately, he hadn't noticed the blanket; once under the illusion that he's safely on his feet, the folds of cloth trip him and send him to the ground with a cry and a crash.

Okay, ow.

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Jonathan heard a crash inside the living room. He runs out of the kitchen and sees Joshua laying on the ground, twisted in the sheets. Jonathan runs in and gently untangles Joshua.

"Please be more careful dad," he says smiling, "I started on dinner already. I wasn't sure what you wanted."

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Jonathan to the rescue! In moments Joshua's free from that wretched blanket and simply lying on the floor, waiting for the pain to dull just a bit more.

"Haha, I'll try," he says with an embarrassed grin. I really need to stop rushing so much.... "And thank you for that. Although you should've woken me up...." He trails off, figuring that wasn't the best thing to tell him, and quickly adds, "Er, what's on the menu?" To his feet he pushes himself.

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"You seemed so comfertable," Jonathan says, looking at Joshua. He goes back into the kitchen and calls out to Joshua, "It looks like pizza." Jonathan walks back to the living room and smiles.

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For some reason, Jon's reply isn't very comforting. Looks like pizza? If he made it, shouldn't he know exactly what it is?

"Well, that definately sounds... tantalizing." Joshua can't seem to make his words sound fully believable, but hopes they'll serve their purpose anyway. Changing the subject, he inquires, "Finished your homework yet?"

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"While you were asleep," Jonathan says walking up to his 'father'. He knows what he said didn't sound comferting, but it was the best one he could give. He was trying to give Joshua a break after his long day.

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This is an unexpected answer. What kind of teenager is he? But it's better than his previous statement; much better. This one brings a smile to his face. He's trying hard, much harder than he should be. And most of it's not even for his own sake.

"Good," he commends him, ruffling his hair. "A plus material, you think?"

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Jonathan nods. He was pretty sure that he was going to get an A or higher. He lets Joshua ruffle his hair for a second and then gets from under him. He puts his hair back where it was and walks into the kitchen.

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****bump****

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That bobbing head of blond is followed into the kitchen. The wonderful smell of... something... fills the air, emanating from the oven. This adds to his confidence in his son's cooking, just a little. Fragrance is always a good thing in his eyes.

"Well, it definately smells delicious," he says honestly.

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"Well I had to cook after a meal in the orphanage for all the younger ones," Jonathan says smiling. He grabs some oven mitts and pulls the pan out of the oven. He quickly puts it on the counter. Jonathan looks at Joshua.

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And it doesn't look half bad, either.

"Mmm... Pepperoni or cheese?" Joshua asks, still entranced by the scent.

((Sorry, I'm just getting writer's block from this... I'm used to more spontaneity, more action.))

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((i'm sorry!))

"Would you be happy if I said both?" Jonathan asks. He looks at Joshua some more. He is starting to feel uncomfertable and cuts the pizza. Weird feelings began to form in the pit of his stomach.

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((It's all right. Just don't be afraid to assume things about my character, kind of like I did in the first post with making Jon not that good in school. And making plot twists and such. It'd make things more fun for both of us.))

Joshua gives Jon a funny look. How could a pizza be two different things at once? Unless of course it's a half-and-half pizza. But the question itself makes him wonder, as if Jon could change it at the snap of his fingers.

"What do you mean?" he asks, eyebrow piqued.

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((it'll take time for me to do that))

Jonathan had thought both toppings would be better; seeing as he liked pepperoni and Johua liked cheese. He didn't exactly do a good job on making the pizza. Jonathan nods and looks away from the pizza and Joshua. Shame was creeping into his face.

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((I'm willing to wait. I usually have to.))

After closer inspection, it really is half-and-half, and not magical. Joshua looks strangely disappointed by this revelation, but tosses such an expression when he notices that Jon's avoiding eye contact.

"Don't worry, you did well!" he annouces, concerned expression on his face. Better than I can usually do....

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Jonathan looks at Joshua in shock. The concerned expression on his face could only mean that he wasn't too happy about it.

"I-I was thinking about what you would like on your pizza and I didn't want to wake you up to ask you," he says quietly.

Why was he so quiet now? He was usually talking up a storm around Joshua.