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Post by Jean on Nov 18, 2011 1:22:21 GMT 1
Since Jean never actually got an answer to her text on what Isola had wanted her to do about Sarah returning, she hadn't actually attempted doing anything, since she wasn't psychic and had no way of tracking Isola or Sarah. But after a few days the thought of it had still not left her head, and she started to decide that she had to try something, or it would never stop bugging her.
Since she knew where she lived, she decided to start there even though she couldn't imagine she would still be there. Maybe there could be a hint as to where to look. The thought of just trying to call hadn't entered her mind, since she assumed that if she couldn't send another text, she could probably not answer the phone either.
Jean wasn't exactly loving the situation, or even sure why she was doing anything at all rather than just getting shitfaced and forgetting about it, but as it came to be, she ended up standing out of her door with a crowbar and with every intention of using it, hoping that if someone called the police Balthazar would care enough to bail her out.
Right before she was about to break the door open however, she figured that it was worth a try just knocking first, who knew, maybe she had given the apartment away as well? Retardation sometimes seemed contagious.
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Post by Isola on Nov 18, 2011 19:40:51 GMT 1
After the quarrel with Tom, Isola had gone home and emptied her bar cabinet and since her brain was driven by drunk logic, she thougt that she would try to bleed Sarahs blood out of her system.
No one had cared that she had disappeared once before, except for Alan, but he was gone now and there was no one left to care if she lived or died.
She took the kitchen knife and cut her wrists, unfortunately she passed out. Not so much by the blood loss than the alcohol.
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Post by Jean on Nov 19, 2011 0:44:15 GMT 1
Jean wasn't thrilled about this, but after deciding no one was there she picked up that crowbar. She suspected that breaking a door open wasn't exactly something that could be done silently, but hoped her neighbors were deep sleepers. Getting the door open wasn't exactly instantaneous, and had it been a more secure door she probably wouldn't have succeeded to begin with, but once she did she stepped inside and closed the broken door behind her.
It didn't take her all that long to find Isola, even though she hadn't expected to do so, but it took her longer to decide what to do about it. She wouldn't lie, even to herself, she considered just wiping off the door handle and getting the hell out of there. But she ended up caving, and with having hesitated she sort of had to act quick.
Jean bandaged her wrists and did whatever she could to stop the bleeding, but that was pretty much all she did. If she was the one in the girl's position, she wouldn't want police or hospital personnel involved, and just waited and hoped for the best.
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Post by Isola on Nov 19, 2011 1:09:36 GMT 1
When Isola came to again, the first thought that went through her mind was what the hell as she saw Jean leaning over her.
"What.. what are you doing here?"
She said as she got up on her elbows and then noticed her bandaged arms. Everything was in a haze, what happened? Oh yeah right..
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Post by Jean on Nov 19, 2011 1:17:21 GMT 1
As Isola woke up, Jean retreated to sitting on the chair she had moved next to her (rather than sitting on the floor). Leaning her elbows on her knees, she leaned forward towards Isola with a very grave face. "You must be the luckiest effing girl in London."
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Post by Isola on Nov 19, 2011 1:24:00 GMT 1
"It depends on how you define luck.."
Isola snorted and avoided eye contact, focused on fiddling with the bandage around her wrists.
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Post by Jean on Nov 19, 2011 1:36:43 GMT 1
"I'm not sure what the odds of me showing up here, sober, at this specific time. But I'm pretty sure they are bad." She wasn't going to push the point however. "How are you feeling, are you on something?"
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Post by Isola on Nov 19, 2011 1:57:15 GMT 1
Isola rose from the floor and finally faced Jean.
"I'm on a high of sunshine, lollipops, booze and.. Well, a little vampire blood."
She pinched her fingers together as to show the amount.
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Post by Jean on Nov 19, 2011 2:12:19 GMT 1
"Why don't you just do ecstasy or coke like a normal kid?" Jean thought that was pretty darn disgusting, but then again Baz and Leo had sort of put her off the idea of blood drinking for good a long time ago. "Also you didn't answer my first question, are you okay?"
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Post by Isola on Nov 19, 2011 23:36:42 GMT 1
"Well, it wasn't exactly by choice, hence these?"
Isola flashed her wrists.
Everything started to spin and she had to sit down again, but managed to give Jean a quick smile.
"Other than being forced to drink Sarah's blood and being her slave, Yeah.. I'm peachy!"
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Post by Jean on Nov 20, 2011 0:30:10 GMT 1
Jean sighed, pressing the bridge of her nose in between her thumb and pointer. "But bleeding out on your kitchen floor was your second choice then, I take it?" She was about to tell her to stay seated, but figured Isola would notice that would be a good idea on her own, as she soon did. Standing up instead, Jean made herself comfortable by taking an apple and one of the kitchen knifes that Isola hadn't used to slice herself open with. Sitting back down in front of the girl on the floor, she cut out a few pieces of the fruit and reached them to her. "Eat." Jean wasn't exactly sure how deep those cuts went, but there was a chance that she wouldn't be able to hold anything bigger than her own hand for at least a few days.
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Post by Isola on Nov 20, 2011 21:35:05 GMT 1
"It seemed to be a good idea at the time, to you know.. Bleed her out of me."
She knew that it was a bad idea, but after a bottle of whiskey it seemed logical.
Isola closed her eyes, took a deep breath and leaned against the kitchen cupboard behind her, wishing that everything would stop spinning.
She accepted the piece of apple by holding out booth her hands and nibbled a little before continuing.
"Now that Simone took the job I was supposed to do for Sarah, I'm useless and I'm sure as hell not gonna be ordered to be a snack."
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Post by Jean on Nov 20, 2011 22:04:59 GMT 1
Jean shrugged lightly. "Maybe it would, who knows. Will probably bleed you out of you as well though, unless you've figured out how to live without blood." At the continuation, she seemed everything but happy, pulling her fingers through her hair in frustration, making it stand straight up in a very unattractive manner. "Baz's Simone? Well shit." You never got away from the drama, did you?
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Post by Isola on Nov 20, 2011 22:27:43 GMT 1
"I'd rather bleed to death on my kitchen floor than let Sarah suck me dry.."
Isola continued to nibble slowly on the fruit.
"She is Sarah's little protoge.. Didn't you know?"
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Post by Jean on Nov 20, 2011 22:48:00 GMT 1
"I usually try to keep out of things like this." Can't say she was always successful. "She won't. Try not to worry about it." Jean really felt like she should get out of there, what the hell did she know, Sarah might barge in any second, but... "If that starts to smell, you should probably see a doctor. I have no clue what I'm doing." She was referring to her wrists.
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