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Post by JILLIAN KATE MARCILLE on Dec 13, 2010 5:59:01 GMT -5
 | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] Jillian hummed softly to herself. She loved this time of year. The smells in the air, the smiles on people’s faces. The excitement in the children she cared for at the day-care centre. It was all so lovely. Her favourite Christmas ritual though, was choosing the Christmas tree. Every year she and Ruth went to the tree lot together to pick out the tree. Always a real one. They smelt amazing, and added something a little more to things. No, fake ones were just not an option for the Marcille family. And each year she and Ruth would pain-stakingly choose a tree, with mugs of hot-chocolate. Then, once the tree was chosen, they’d watch the end of the Ajax parade. It was a ritual Ruth had loved as a child, and even if it seemed sort of juvenile now for her teenage daughter, it was still important to Jillian. It gave them time together, and held so many fun memories.
Giving her daughter a sideways glance, she smiled. “What sort of tree are we after this year?” Over the years, they’d had a lot of different sorts of trees. The mother could remember one year, they had chosen a rather weedy looking tree, just because they thought it still deserved love, and that everyone would choose the fuller, healthier looking trees. Smiling at the memory of the listless tree laden with decorations in their lounge-room, Jillian pulled the car into a free spot. Putting the parking brake on as she cut out the engine. “Did you bring your gloves and scarf?” She asked her daughter as she undid her own seat-belt. We could be here for a while, and it’s supposed to snow later, dear. I don’t want you catching s cold.” Her tone was light, and not nagging. Merely just concern for her daughter.
Getting herself out of the car, Jillian collected two thermo mugs of hot-chocolate. One for herself, and the other for Ruth. Closing the door to the car, Jill locked the doors, waiting for her daughter to ‘round the car so they could walk into the lot together. Moving to the edge of the car to meet Ruth, Jill straightened her daughter’s beanie- the one Jill had insisted she put on before leaving home. Smiling at her daughter, she handed the younger girl her mug. “Make sure you keep warm dear.” She said, for the hundredth time since winter had started. Slipping her arm around the girl, Jillian pulled her in for a one-armed side hug. “What do you say to getting some dinner after the parade this afternoon?”
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N O T E S, eeek sorry it's suckyyy
O U T F I T, something cute and wintery? -lazy-
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Post by remedy2 on Dec 13, 2010 10:25:00 GMT -5
Ruth loved Christmas. Even if she wasn't all that religious, and had long stopped believing in Santa Claus, it was still her favourite holiday. There was no contest- Christmas was when everyone seemed upbeat and happy, enjoying festivities and spending time with each other. It was even better when there was snow on the ground, Christmas was just that little bit more magic if it was a white one, or so the teen had always thought. Putting the decorations up was always the definite sign that Christmas was coming, and before Ruth and her mother could do that properly, they needed a tree. They'd always bought a real one, every year without fail, and this was no different. It might not have been 'cool', but Ruth liked picking out the tree with her mom.
She contemplated Jillian's question, and smiled. They'd certainly had a variety of trees over the years, and Ruth could never quite determine which one had been her favourite. "Can we get a pretty big one?" she said, after staying silent for a while. "That way all of our decorations will fit on it." the girl grinned. The two of them had built up a pretty large collection over the years, and choosing which ones would or wouldn't get used was never the best activity. And it was always nice to be able to see the tree properly in the window as you walked up to the house, she reasoned.
As they pulled into the parking slot, Ruth nodded in response to her mother, pulling a glove out of her pocket and giving it a little wave whilst she undid her own seatbelt, slipping it on and grabbing the other when she was free. Then she leant over to the back seat of the car, where she'd tossed her scarf earlier in some kind of panic whilst trying to find something. "Got 'em!" she chirped, jumping out of the car and minding not to hit the one next to them with the door. She knew her mother could worry, even over the slightest thing, and was used to it after fifteen years. It wasn't nagging, just how Jillian was, and Ruth knew where her mother was coming from, even if the girl was sometimes just a little fed up of her mom's worrying.
Meeting her mother at the back of the car, Ruth couldn't help but laugh a little as the woman straightened her hat. "Mom, I'll be fine, really. Don't worry." she smiled, taking the thermos from her and drinking a little of it before hugging her mother gently. "Dinner sounds great." she added with another nod. Truthfully, Ruth was more excited to see the parade than to eat later. It had always been one of her favourite things about Christmas, even as she got older, and she certainly didn't feel too old for such things yet.
Of course, before they could get to the parade, they needed that Christmas tree. Ruth grabbed her mom's hand and lifted the other, holding her mug, in the air enthusiastically. "Let's go get us a tree!"
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Post by JILLIAN KATE MARCILLE on Dec 14, 2010 21:02:49 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] Jill smiled at her daughter’s suggestion. They did have an awful lot of Christmas decorations. Every year the woman told herself that they wouldn’t buy anymore decorations, that they had enough. However that didn’t last. She always saw more she liked. Then she promised that if she brought more, she’d clean out some of the older ones to make more room. However when it came to going through the old decorations, the woman could never bring herself to give up any of them. Each reminded her of the Christmas it was brought, and she saw it as a piece of hers and Ruth’s histories. How could she throw any of that away? Admittedly, Jillian was like that with a lot of things. Having a hard time getting rid of anything that even remotely had sentimental value. The assortment of boxes that filled their attic was proof enough of that.
“A really big tree.” She confirmed from the conversation in the car, with a nod as her daughter took the mug and readied herself for tree hunting. Jillian felt lucky to have a daughter like Ruth. She knew a lot of parents of teenagers would be shocked that Ruth still wanted to hang out with their mother, let alone hold her hand. Jillian supposed it was different when you were so close. Growing up as Ruth had, with only really Jillian in her life, it forged them closer together. Closer than most mother and daughter relationships. Jillian mused though, that had Ruth’s father not died, she’d still have liked them to be so close. So perhaps there were other factors at work? That they were both just predisposition to be close to one another? It helped to, that Jillian was a soft natured, understanding woman who rarely even rose her voice. It helped create a pleasant relationship.
And, if she were honest, she couldn’t say it was always just the two of them. Ruth did have something of a stable father figure in her life. Not that Jillian was seeing him of course, oh no. Just that Earnest loved Ruth. And while sometimes his ideas of fun were a little dangerous for Jillian’s tastes, he had Ruth’s best interests at heart, and always looked after her. The woman felt a gentle smile tug at her lips as they entered the tree lot, and her mind drifted to Mr. Tigg. He looked after them both, really. He was the first person Jill called when she needed help around the house- her go to handy man. He was also the first one she thought of when she needed emotional support. Glancing at Ruth, Jillian took a sip from her own mug. “Should we enlist the help of Mr. Tigg to help us get our tree home, or will we manage?”
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N O T E S, sorry my posts are a bit.. none flowy. getting used to jilly
O U T F I T, something cute and wintery? -lazy-
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Post by remedy2 on Dec 15, 2010 18:02:31 GMT -5
Ruth happily walked along with her mother, her mind focused almost entirely on tree-hunting. She liked to think that, after many years of practice, the two of them were pretty skilled in finding exactly what they wanted on these little hunts. Somehow the thought of being able to pick a bigger tree was very appealing, like something bigger was automatically more Christmas-y in the teenager's head. Silly, perhaps, but Ruth was well and truly getting into the festive spirit and concern for her maturity was not going to change that.
As the pair walked through into the tree lot, Ruth glanced to her mother for a moment as she took another sip of hot chocolate, catching the smile on the older woman's face as she did so. Ruth had seen that particular smile before. Her suspicions were proved right when her mother spoke again, and she considered her mom's question whilst trying to avoid looking smug for the fact she had been right. Even with the two of them, chances were they were going to need a hand from someone to carry back the tree. "We might need him, if the tree is like, really big." Ruth mused with a smile, sounding hopeful at the thought of both having a nice, big Christmas tree, and getting to see Tigg.
To put it simply, Ruth loved that man. He was a good friend to both her and her mother, and easily the nicest guy she knew as well. He was a big kid, just like Ruth, and she in all honestly loved the fact that he was around as often as he was. It came in handy when the girls needed someone to do the DIY as well: neither Ruth or Jill were all that skilled with a set of tools, though Ruth had sat with Tigg a couple of times and hoped some of the expertise might rub off on her eventually. So far, it had not, but the teen still held onto the hope that she'd be able to weild a hammer without hitting her thumb one day. He was there when Ruth went out with her friends sometimes, too, for which the girl was grateful. She didn't really like the idea of Jillian being left on her own.
Ruth squeezed her mother's hand just a little. As close as she felt to Tigg, her closest friend was, and she assumed would always be Jillian. They'd been through a lot, she knew, and both had always tried to stay strong for the other in the face of it all. It was nice that they both had Tigg, though, she reasoned.
Her trail of thought was broken by the sight of a group of larger trees, and Ruth tugged her mother in the right direction without hesitating, back into tree-hunting-mode and taking another sip from her mug as she walked over. A few feet away from the trees, however, she found herself frowning. These ones, now that she could see them properly and not at a distance, were quite clearly taller than their lounge would allow space for. "Maybe not..." Ruth let her voice trail off as she looked back to her mom and laughed.
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Post by JILLIAN KATE MARCILLE on Dec 23, 2010 19:25:19 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,325,true] Jill noted the slightly smug look on her daughter’s features at the mention of Mr. Tigg. The mother raised her eyebrows at the younger version of herself. Though she didn’t venture to ask the girl exactly what that smirk was about. Jillian wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer to be honest. The mother knew how close her daughter was to the man, and how hard it was for a child to grow up without a father. She wanted Ruth to have a father figure, but at times there was a concern that Ruth may want more from Tigg then was actually there. The young girl had never expressed any ideas, or tried any of that child match-making you saw in the movies. So Jill supposed her fears had no grounds, but she still worried. The last thing she wanted was her daughter getting her hopes up on something that wasn’t going to happen.
Jillian had to admit to herself though, she had at some points imagined what life would be like if they made Earnest Tigg a permanent feature in their lives. He just fit in with them so well. The things that Ruth and Jillian weren’t very good at, he could accomplish. He always brought so much laughter to them both. And truth be told, she’d imagined herself with a new baby in her arms, and Earnest the doting father on occasion. Not that those fantasies meant anything at all. He was just so easy to slot into the husband and father roll. He was also one of the closest males in her life, so it made scene she’d fit him into that sort of spot in her mind. She was sure though that others would read so much more into it if she told him she could picture herself married to the man.
Grinning, she nodded in agreement. “Yes, if the tree is really big, we may need his help. Or someone’s help at least.” Letting go of her daughter’s hand, she followed more slowly as her daughter made a bee-line for some of the larger trees. Fishing her phone, Jillian had the intention of calling Mr. Tigg to see what he was doing, and if he had the time to help his favourite damsels. However when she flipped her phone open, she saw that she had a text message from the man in question. Smiling as she read it, Jillian felt her cheeks flush slightly. He was rather sweet to send her a message just to ask about the tree search as though it was the most important thing in the world. He had always been like that though, caring about the things she and Ruth cared about, even if normally he wouldn’t give such things a second thought.
The woman had been pre-occupied with reading the text once more when her daughter had said something, then laughed. It wasn’t often that Jillian wasn’t paying attention to her daughter, so she was more than a bit embarrassed. Glancing up from her phone, cheeks flushing red, she blinked. “What was that, dear?”
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N O T E S, oh jilly, you love tigg, fooool
O U T F I T, something cute and wintery? -lazy-
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