http://heterosexually.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] heterosexually.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] badfic_manor2012-01-04 10:18 pm
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backdated to december 26; early morning.

[John had all but fled the party the night before, and while the locked doors of the lower floor hadn't immediately allowed him to return to his room, he had shifted around uncomfortably and stayed out of sight of most everyone he came across as he skittered about. At one point he had wedged himself behind a plush arm chair and sat in the corner with his knees drawn to his chest, desperate to be alone somewhere that was quiet.]

[When he had gotten back to his room, he had promptly screamed into his pillow until his throat was raw and his voice was scratchy.]

[Which he figured was probably part of the reason he had then curled up in the corner of his bed under a mound of pillows and blankets and watched City of Angels twice before he fell asleep to Sarah McLachlan's melodious voice with his face buried in a pillow to hide the fact that he was way more upset about this than he was letting on.]

[Dawn startled him awake in the form of a ray of sunlight glinting off his glasses, which he had neglected to remove, and he vaulted himself out of bed, still in his sweater and socks from the previous evening, and slid down the hallway in aforementioned sock-feet to room ninety-six, where a one Rose Lalonde dwelled.]

[He stood there for about thirty seconds solid before he knocked shortly on the door.]

[identity profile] augured.livejournal.com 2012-01-05 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rose had spent a large majority of the events knitting her way through it. She had, thus far, completed four scarves (even one for the sole absent party member to their group). She then started on a hat, but had abandoned that project part way through; missing a stitch or two and snagging threads were becoming her forte. A once calming exercise for her to partake in became one that tried her patience.

If she was being honest, Rose imagines she's gaining something akin to cabin fever. Too used to fighting for ones life and then being thrust into a world where the nearest danger was under age drinking did very little for her sanity. The validity of her existence was only assisted by the fact that John and Dave were in such close proximity. It left her feeling marginally less stir-crazy as the days waned on.

While she had every every intention of venturing out to do something productive with her time that didn't include knitting needles of any sort, Rose stops short of pulling her coat on when the knock comes on her door.

It was far too early for one Dave Strider to be wandering the hallways, which left only one other option. One that she didn't even need to use her Seers sight for.

She spares a glance to the lock on her door (not bolted) and settles on the edge of her bed instead, coat forgotten on its hook. ]


It's open, John.

[identity profile] augured.livejournal.com 2012-01-05 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ In all reality, Rose might have considered being alarmed; that is, if they had, perhaps, still been in the game. In a place like this, she imagined there was minimal opportunity for true 'messing up'.

Which is why she looks entirely unperturbed by his announcement. ]


I have heard that it's helpful to breathe on occasion. [ She smiles, just a bit. ]

[identity profile] augured.livejournal.com 2012-01-10 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
My, that does sound like an incredible predicament that you have found yourself in, John. [ Rose is interested, obviously, and is finding it difficult fighting the urge to reach for a notebook and begin taking notes.

However, memory will have to serve at a later date when John is not currently motioning as though he might be on fire. ]


I think, perhaps, you should first take a few deep breaths, sit down, and then begin calmly explaining what it is you are unable to begin repairing.

[identity profile] augured.livejournal.com 2012-01-10 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
And? [ Which is all she says, because she imagines John might have much more to say on the matter. ]

INTERRUPTING YOUR SOCK SLIDAGE

[identity profile] goodboybestshot.livejournal.com 2012-01-05 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Jake was a pretty early riser mostly for silly reasons. Wasting daylight was like wasting precious adventure time. And really, you didn't want to be out and about adventuring when it was dark. Between to hazards of the environment to the monsters on his island it was just a bad idea. As such he was a pretty light sleeper. ]

[The last few days were also sort of miserable for Jake English for a number of reasons he was too bones tired to think about. it was six a.m. and he needed a mountain dew.]

[However it seemed his quest for the radiant elixir would be put on hold as he was crashed into by a wall of thirteen-year-old.]


Holy radiated applesauce!!

[identity profile] goodboybestshot.livejournal.com 2012-01-05 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Jake at least had the reflex to keep himself from tumbling onto his ass. Instead he just strategically leaped a few feet back.]

I-- Well, I could certainly ask the very same of you, chum.

[identity profile] goodboybestshot.livejournal.com 2012-01-05 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Pauses, just a bit off put by that response. He frowns for a moment, opening his mouth to respond when John changes his tune. Oh. Well. Huh. Kid was all out of sorts today wasn't he.]

I'm a bit of an early riser, myself. Early riser and an unfortunately light sleeper.

[Standing there awkwardly for a minute, Jake sort of fiddled with his soda bottle and then sort of made to step around him.]

Right o. Far be it that I interrupt a visit with one of your besties. Good morning and all that jazz.

[identity profile] goodboybestshot.livejournal.com 2012-01-05 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Pauses.]


Eighty-five.

[Yeah, kind of.]

[identity profile] goodboybestshot.livejournal.com 2012-01-05 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Straight-faced.]

And I don't want the world to see me, because I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.

[identity profile] goodboybestshot.livejournal.com 2012-01-05 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Look softens a bit, Man he looks rather downtrodden about whatever's bothering him. Way to kick a thirteen year old while he was literally down.]

Think nothing of it. For all intents and purposes I could have very well have ...actually said something.

[But of course he didn't because for some reason he just couldn't muster up the nerve to go knocking on someone else's door while they were watching movies. It gave him that uncomfortable tight feeling in his chest and made his fingers all tingly and slkdgld bluh.]

I thought perhaps it would be best to continue staying awake until night graced me with its presence once more so that I not completely ruin the shit out of my sleeping habits.

[Shrugs]

[identity profile] goodboybestshot.livejournal.com 2012-01-06 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Jake's face sort of lights up at the notion but then his brow immediately knits in confusion.]

Weren't you just on your merry way to pay your friend a visit? Hastily so, if I recall.

[identity profile] goodboybestshot.livejournal.com 2012-01-06 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Pauses and, really can't help a fond sort of grin.]

Crockers-- Crockers and Egberts and your constant battle of japery. Somethings must be universal constants.

But yes, I am certainly not going to refuse the viewing of one of my most favorites, especially if you are offering.