“…y-you could get a job at the museum. It’s an excellent place for information o-on Megamind and… well. He’s a famous alien…?” he asks, hoping to help. “Th-they have intern positions, don’t they…?”
“I’ll have to ask!” she grins. “Thanks for the suggestion, though!”
Jack smiles. “Y-you’re welcome Bernadette”
“Well. L-like I said I re-paint photographs into big sized pieces for people as my job. B-but for leisure I paint anything I want.” he smiles. “I, I love painting, so I enjoy my job. W-what kind of job are you hoping to get, or do you have o-one?”
She sighed. “Not yet. But mom told me that this year I am to get myself a summer job. Not sure what to do though, I mean, I really, really like aliens and looking at ET life and things, but there’s not that much I can get with that, is there?”
“…y-you could get a job at the museum. It’s an excellent place for information o-on Megamind and… well. He’s a famous alien…?” he asks, hoping to help. “Th-they have intern positions, don’t they…?”
Jack giggled. “W-Well there’s so many kinds of art work… people do all so-sorts of things to it so water might even help m-make a painting more interesting…!”
“Oh, well.” she shrugs. “That’s another way of looking at it, I guess. Is it an interesting job, I mean, painting things?”
“Well. L-like I said I re-paint photographs into big sized pieces for people as my job. B-but for leisure I paint anything I want.” he smiles. “I, I love painting, so I enjoy my job. W-what kind of job are you hoping to get, or do you have o-one?”
“Aw. I’m sorry to hear that… I mostly do portrait work, I men. F-For my job I paint peoples photographs… b-but out of that I paint anything I want.” he smiles.
“We paint at school, too. And we did self portraits once! Except mine kinda ended up looking like the long lost lovechild of Sandy Cheeks from Spongebob and Miley Cyrus.” She then dropped to a whisper, “but between you and me, it wasn’t looking half bad until one of the girls came over and knocked a load of water on it.”
Jack giggled. “W-Well there’s so many kinds of art work… people do all so-sorts of things to it so water might even help m-make a painting more interesting…!”
“Mmm. N-nope. I got no powers… I’m not trying to t-take over the world or… or convert you all to some cooky religion… I’m just.” Jack shrugs. “An artist.”
“Oooh.” She pauses to think. She does that a lot. “I like art, too! I’m not very good at that, though. I tried to make my own comic book, but it… Uh… Completely failed.”
“Aw. I’m sorry to hear that… I mostly do portrait work, I men. F-For my job I paint peoples photographs… b-but out of that I paint anything I want.” he smiles.
Jack took a step back when the young woman begins going on about aliens and what not; he’s never seen such a reaction from someone before. Well, that’s not true. He’s had people react negatively this loudly but not positively. He smiles shakily.
“Ahhh… s-somewhere in a quadrant that no longer e-exists… thanks to a black hole.”
“Ooooh.” She nods, calming down slightly. “That’s pretty dreadful. But you’re here! And you don’t seem to be like the aliens in comics. Nope! Not at all!”
“Mmm. N-nope. I got no powers… I’m not trying to t-take over the world or… or convert you all to some cooky religion… I’m just.” Jack shrugs. “An artist.”
“Well for a l-long time I believed I was… well. Suffering some genetic disorder o-or something but… hm.” he gives a small shrug, smiling weakly, and nods. “Y-yeah. I am.”
She almost squeals at that point. “Oh my Gosh! That is so incredibly cool! I love aliens! They’re the BEST!” She then stopped hopping around and composed herself. “I mean, uh, yup. Alien. Awesome. So, do you know where you… Erm… Come from, or what?”
Jack took a step back when the young woman begins going on about aliens and what not; he’s never seen such a reaction from someone before. Well, that’s not true. He’s had people react negatively this loudly but not positively. He smiles shakily.
“Ahhh… s-somewhere in a quadrant that no longer e-exists… thanks to a black hole.”
“I-I’m Bernardette… I’m not really allowed to give you my last name. Ever so sorry.” She then nods. “You’re blue….”
“That’s all right, I-I understand.” he then observes himself, well, looks at his blue hands. “Yes, I am…! Have been all my life so far…”
“It’s quite cool. Don’t worry! I-I like blue. It’s actually my favourite colour.” She looks around. “It’s just that the other person who I met who was blue too happened to be an alien.“ She then pauses and gasps, “Are you an alien, too!?”
"Well for a l-long time I believed I was… well. Suffering some genetic disorder o-or something but… hm.” he gives a small shrug, smiling weakly, and nods. “Y-yeah. I am.”
oh, hello?
“Hello…! Uh. Jack Maple. Nice to meet you?”
“I-I’m Bernardette… I’m not really allowed to give you my last name. Ever so sorry.” She then nods. “You’re blue….”
“That’s all right, I-I understand.” he then observes himself, well, looks at his blue hands. “Yes, I am…! Have been all my life so far…”
Jack Maple 