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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.]
[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.]
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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.
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...Rose, I messed up. I messed up big time, and I'm sorry that I'm going to wind up venting this all at you, you can really feel free to tell me to stop if you don't want me to but you're the only person I could think of that can actually think because I can't, especially not now.
[He inhaled sharply after his tirade, realizing he'd said it all in one breath.]
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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. ]
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[He moves away from the door in a flurry of awkward motion, flailing his arms around as he speaks. The sleeves of his loud Christmas sweater are a little too big for him, and periodically slip over his hands and flop around uselessly, only for him to fix them in distracted annoyance.]
I-- this place is terrible, really. I mean for starters, it totally has outpranked me on a number of occasions and I just can't have that. But-- nono, that's the problem. I tried to get my prankster's gambit back in my favor-- just a joke!! And it wound up in such a mess and I don't even know how to begin to fix any of it.
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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.
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I kissed Dave!!
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[Pause.] ...
And, he kissed me back. And it was just supposed to be a joke, and now I'm so scared to talk to him.
INTERRUPTING YOUR SOCK SLIDAGE
[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!!
oh shit--
[Jake was a much, much safer alternative.]
[That didn't mean he didn't wind up bouncing off the taller bespectacled boy, bumping into the wall, and ricocheting into an awkward tumble of limbs on the floor.]
Holy animal crackers on Liv Tyler's naked stomach, Jake, what are you doing in the hall at six in the morning. [His voice was high, and hushed, like he was afraid of being overheard.]
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I-- Well, I could certainly ask the very same of you, chum.
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That's-- totally none of your business. [He looks away and shuffles, gathering himself and slowly standing up, dusting himself off needlessly.] I'm going to see Rose.
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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.
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--wait, light sleeper? ...what room are you in? [Did I keep you up oh my God.]
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Eighty-five.
[Yeah, kind of.]
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You weren't, uh. By chance, bothered... in terms of sleeping. By a tragic love story of Meg Ryan as a surgeon and Nic Cage as an Angel the Fell for Meg in more ways than one being played twice last night, were you?
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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.
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Geez. [He looks... sort of intensely scolded.] ...man, Jake, I'm sorry. I was just kind of a big stupid mess last night, I didn't even think that I was keeping anybody up.
[As an afterthought, he gestures vaguely to Jake's caffeinated beverage.] ...but if you haven't slept, why are you hitting the caffeine? Shouldn't you be curling up and sleeping, now that the Wonder Derp has finally shut the hell up?
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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]
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... [Snickers a little.] Um, well. We never did get to watch Weekend at Bernie's, the other weekend. We could give that a shot now, if you wanted?
[It would postpone his talking to Rose, but ...well, a movie or two might do him some good.]
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Weren't you just on your merry way to pay your friend a visit? Hastily so, if I recall.
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[He flinches, just a touch, at his own choice of words.]
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I may have potentially really messed up one of my best friendships with something that was supposed to be a prank. So no, not really.
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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.
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