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Post by Joanne Jefferson on Oct 24, 2006 15:37:24 GMT -5
"Oh yeah?" Joanne asked raising her eyebrows as she eyed Collins for a moment. She knew that not everyone, like her, had the support that she had always gotten from her family and friends. It was just sort of hard to believe that people could be so close minded about different things. She shrugged slightly and moved along.
"What about these?" She asked holding up a pair of tennis shoes looking around for a bigger size. "Hey... they have 12 1/2's this time." She asked laughing to herself shaking her head.
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Post by Thomas Collins on Oct 25, 2006 23:23:54 GMT -5
"Yup...loads of fun. And to this day I've never learned how to say anything without a production number...so Jo. How did you come out to your folks? Were you all demour?" Collins asked her. He saw at the party that she had the supportive parents which were few and far between.
"Tennis shoes?" Collins asked raising his eyebrows, "You mean sneakers?" He grinned took the 12 1/2's. "I might as well try...but are these gonna make me look like...I play tennis. No offense to the sport...I suppose it is a noble one. And the most romantic. With all the loves and all. Still...me playing tennis? I think I would just lay down on the ground and give up."
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Post by Joanne Jefferson on Oct 26, 2006 19:40:59 GMT -5
"I came out to them when I was visiting over the holidays." Joanne said and smiled slightly. "I think my mom sort of had a feeling as most mothers do seeing as I never really seemed that interested in boys." She shrugged. "They always said that no matter what they would have loved me. I think they would have been less accepting if like I came home pregnent one day. Thats always a big fear of girls parents. And me being a lesbian just squashed those fears."
Joanne laughed and shook her head, "I don't play tennis much, but I'm pretty sure that love isn't a good thing to get." She nodded. "And I really couldn't see you playing. I see you as more of a squash player actually." She grinned at him and shook her head. "I'm sure people won't assume you play tennis just because you wear those shoes..."
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Post by Thomas Collins on Oct 28, 2006 11:31:33 GMT -5
Collins chuckled and pulled out some peds to keep his hands busy. "I suppose that is a plus of being gay. You never have to worry about the knock up factor. Then of course that can be an issue as time progresses." He flicked the ped up in the air and caught it. The piece of nylon was much more interesting to him than shoes at the moment. But then again, ever since he started dating Angel...he had a thing for nylons. It also helped him stop his idea. Collins always wanted to have kids. Adopt a kid. Any age. Any race it didn't matter. Now, with the disease he carried...it wouldn't be fair.
"Really?" Collins asked raising his brow. "Blasphemy! Love is always a good thing...usually." He winked at Joanne. Sure there were those moments when Angel wanted him to go out in the middle of the night to get her marshmellow fluff...those were the nights that tested him. "Then maybe I'll try them...might make my feet look humongus though." Collins took the pair and wandered over to a bench to try them on.
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Post by Joanne Jefferson on Oct 28, 2006 12:27:04 GMT -5
Joanne nodded looking around the shelf absently, "Yeah..." When she was younger she had never really pictured herself as a mother really. She was a lot more career driven back then, then she was now shockingly enough. Her and Maureen had never really talked about anything of the sort. Although perhaps being with Maureen, as well as being with the rest of her friends, was sort of like being with children.
Laughing Joanne shrugged, "Yeah, it's why I don't play tennis much." She said faintly and smiled over at Collins. "It never hurts to try..." Scanning the shelves once again before she fallowed Collins over to the bench eyeing the shoes for a moment silently. "...So? How do you like them?"
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Post by Thomas Collins on Oct 29, 2006 15:28:35 GMT -5
Collins looked down at the shoes and raised his leg up to get another view. He raised his brow and then laughed. "I finally realize why these gave me the willies. One of my kids has them." He took them off and shrugged. "Sorry...I'm...picky." Collins was picky with most things. Food, very much so. Friends, very much...etc etc. So why should it have been any different with his shoes.
"I think I need to stick with the boots." Collins sighed bringing the tennis shoes back and putting them away. "Or something of the sort." He leaned his elbow on the display and looked around hoping that something would call to him.
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Post by Joanne Jefferson on Oct 29, 2006 17:24:22 GMT -5
"It would be weird to have the same shoes as one of your students." Joanne said nodding looking at the shoes. They did look rather odd anyway. Of course anything other then his boots would because she had never seen him in anything except those, unless he wasn't waring shoes of course.
Joanne nodded and looked around the store, "Hm..." she said thinking to herself blinking a few times. "Oh. There are some boots." She said pointing to a rack near the back on the bottom. "I think their trying to hide them." She moved over to them crossing her arms. It wasn't a wide selection but it was better then nothing at all.
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Post by Thomas Collins on Oct 31, 2006 22:45:18 GMT -5
"Those diabolical shoe workers. Who knew they were secretly trying to hide shoes from their customers..." Collins played along and perhaps took it a bit too far. A bit. "You think we should stage a revolt?" Even though he was having so much fun with the idea he knew Joanne wasn't for the random revolts. So he took the shoes and sat down right there to try them on. He wasn't willing to move to the end of the shoe racks.
"So Jo my dear...what is new with you?" Collins asked pulling the shoes on. "I've done too much talking...as usual." He said with a small smile. It wasn't always like this, before Angel he was shy. But Angel changed many things.
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Post by Joanne Jefferson on Nov 1, 2006 12:25:14 GMT -5
Joanne laughed and shook her head, "Maybe you could talk to Maureen and have that be her next protest." She said and smiled. "I'm apparently not to good at planing those types of things. I'm just there to set things up. And if I break something, which I usually do, thats when we call Mark." she sighed, "I'm not much of a theater person."
"Whats new with me?" She repeated and shrugged, "Well, I just picked up this domestic violence law suit. Oh and a law suit against this company for selling unsafe refrigerators to costomers so they didn't have to dispose of them. That was not my idea to pick up it was my partners--" she stopped as he pager went off and looked down at it. "Speaking of my partner, Collins, I'm going to be right over there. I need to make a quick call alright?" She stepped off to the side and took out her phone.
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Post by Thomas Collins on Nov 1, 2006 19:06:01 GMT -5
"Oh lord," Collins chuckled to himself. As much as he loved Maureen, and he did very much, she was even a little to crazy for him. Which made him have the greatest respect for Joanne. Anyone who could reign in the diva and still live to tell about it was quite a woman indeed.
Collins grinned knowing that Joanne was now in her element, "That's great baby..." When her pager went off he nodded. "Yeah go do some justice." He winked at her and attempted to pull the shoes on without untieing them. Collins was always lazy...but at the moment he was feeling particularly lazy.
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Post by Joanne Jefferson on Nov 1, 2006 20:20:22 GMT -5
Smiling at Collins she dialed her phone to talk to her father. She talked to him for a few moments watching Collins attempt to take his shoes off whithout untieing them first and shook her head. She bade her father goodbye and hung up the phone walking back over to Collins and grinned. "You know you ruin you're shoes faster if you don't untie them before you take them off."
Sighing she shrugged, "My dad," She said motioning to her pager. "You know, sometimes, I think that if I didn't get along with my dad as much as I do, I think that he would be almost as bad as Mark's mom." She laughed to herself but shook her head. "If that is possible." Somehow she wasn't sure it was and then felt bad for people who had over barring parents like that. She was lucky enough that although her parents were annoying she still loved them.
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Post by Thomas Collins on Nov 1, 2006 22:46:19 GMT -5
Collins shrugged continuing his actions. "They get banged up anyway might as well start them right off." He let his leg come crashing down to the floor. "Ok maybe I should undo the laces." With a chuckle, he brought he foot up and did so.
"Really?" Collins asked with his brow raised. There were few people who were so...interesting as Mrs. Cohen. He laughed and nodded, "Yeah I'm not sure if that as possible. But hey, they love him. And there's something to be said for that. Just having loving parents." Collins sucessfully pulled the boots on. Of course loving parents was something he wasn't so famliar with. Angel either. In some way it was comforting. Him and Angel were more alike than people would think.
"I think they fit," He said looking down at them.
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Post by Joanne Jefferson on Nov 2, 2006 18:05:25 GMT -5
Joanne laughed and shook her head, "Although I guess that is better then walking around with you're shoes untied." She said lightly.
"Well, sometimes I just think my dad is getting me back for fallowing him around all the time when I was little." She shrugged. She eyed Collins for a few moments then smiled, "But you know you're stuck with you're parents. Friends are the family you actually get to pick. My roommate used to say that back when I was at law school." She shook her head. Joanne never really understood how a saying like that could actually be so importaint and true for people. But that was before she met her friends.
"Oh yeah?" She asked looking down at the shoes. "Do you like them?"
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Post by Thomas Collins on Nov 2, 2006 23:59:39 GMT -5
Collins nodded slowly. "Never had a real family til I meet the boys and that girl friend of yours. Of course we were one messed up family. We're a bit healthier now. With you and Angel and Mimi. God knows that our sex lives are better," Collins chuckled to himself remembering those days of partnerless hazes. The days before April, Allison, and Maureen's relationship with Mark. Those were the though days.
"Yeah...I think I do." Collins looked down at the mirror which was conviently located at the bottom of the benches. "Maybe my foot shrunk."
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Post by Joanne Jefferson on Nov 3, 2006 12:56:40 GMT -5
Joanne laughed slightly and shook her head, "I really am not sure if I would like to know what you all were like back then." She said. Considering whenever Maureen spoke of those days they all seemed like they were wild people, with probably the exception of Mark. "Although it would be interesting to see what Roger was like pre-Mimi or even pre-April. Or what Benny was like. I don't think I can picture it." She shrugged and smiled slightly.
She let out a gasp, "They fit and you like them? Wow." She tilted her head to the side and stared at the shoes. "If thats not a sign, Collins, I don't know what is. They are nice shoes..." she added mostly to herself.
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