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Post by Isola on Nov 20, 2011 23:11:40 GMT 1
"Yeah, I really tried to.. It just keeps coming back to bite you in the ass, literally."
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Post by Jean on Nov 20, 2011 23:24:18 GMT 1
"Either way, offing yourself in your kitchen is hardly a solution." Jean told her, sounding more grown up than she thought she was even capable of doing.
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Post by Isola on Nov 20, 2011 23:42:05 GMT 1
"You have a better solution, then?"
God, she was so tired of people pretending to care about her, but then left when all she really needed was a friend or people that had solutions on a problem that couldn't be fixed.
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Post by Jean on Nov 21, 2011 0:10:58 GMT 1
She shook her head at Isola. "Didn't say I did. But I know what screwing things up further looks like when I see it." Jean kept on cutting up the apple until there was no piece big enough to need cutting and handed them over, leaving the knife and the core at the counter and clasping her hands together to keep them from shaking not that she wasn't keeping them busy. "You called for me and now I'm here. What do you want me to do?"
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Post by Isola on Nov 21, 2011 18:30:40 GMT 1
"Can't screw things up when I'm dead. Even if I do, I'm dead and don't care."
Shrugging she received the other pieces and watching Jean's hands, she seemed restless.
Perhaps she had realized that it wasn't safe to be here, that Sarah had found her and she could easily find Jean too. Or perhaps Jean was restless because she was sober.
The dizziness and the smell of blood started making Isola nauseous so she put the apples to the side for fear that she would vomit if she ate any more.
"I don't know.. Get us something to drink? I think there's a bottle stashed in the fridge.."
She was starting to feel the cuts now and hoped that some alcohol could help against the pain.
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Post by Jean on Nov 21, 2011 19:24:40 GMT 1
"I don't think that's a very good idea." Jean said as she asked her to get more alcohol, although she sort of wanted to go get it. "I would like to say that dying right here and now is the ultimate screw up." Helping people wasn't exactly one of her skills, but she put some effort into it at least. "I doubt you texted me to come and get pissed with you."
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Post by Isola on Nov 21, 2011 20:57:08 GMT 1
"I actually texted you because I wanted help and to warn you guys. But it seems a little too late for that help now though" she said exhausted.
It wasn't like she was ungrateful, on the contrary Isola was very grateful that Jean was there.
But it wouldn't help her with her little problem of being Sarah's slave.
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Post by Jean on Nov 21, 2011 21:02:45 GMT 1
"Would have helped if you added an address. Or at least the name of a tube station." She pointed out, as she had come here because she had no idea where she might have been. "I'm here now, not a few days ago. So maybe you should try and think through what it is you want me to do about it."
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Post by Isola on Nov 21, 2011 21:17:15 GMT 1
"I was goin to write more, but Sarah took the phone away."
Isola looked down on the floor, trying to figure out what Jean could do about her present situation.
Then she looked up at Jean again and attempted to stand up. Her butt had become numb, the floor wasn't exactly there most comfortable to sit on and it was covered in disgusting blood.
"You can start with helping me to the couch, my ass has fallen asleep." She said and smiled.
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Post by Jean on Nov 21, 2011 21:50:20 GMT 1
Jean attempted a smile. "Sure. Just watch your hands." She told her as she stood up and prepared to help Isola up. She didn't look all that heavy, she was tiny after all... Tiny next to Jean herself anyway, so she figured she could get her to the couch without any problems.
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Post by Isola on Nov 22, 2011 15:57:37 GMT 1
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna bleed all over you, Jean."
Isola smirked and stood up, she started to walk towards the livingroom.
It was a bit wobbly, but she managed to walk from the kitchen to the sofa on her own and sat down with a sigh of relief.
The soft couch was a huge contrast against the hard floor in the kitchen and it felt as if her butt had died and gone to heaven.
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Post by Jean on Nov 22, 2011 16:10:36 GMT 1
"People have done way worse all over me, no fret." Also it was sort of tricky to stop someone's bleeding without getting any on you, so she felt like that boat had already sailed. Not as certain that she was going to make it on her own as Isola herself she kept close, happy to see that she didn't need any help after all.
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Post by Isola on Nov 22, 2011 16:20:51 GMT 1
"Hey.. You think you can help me to get away from Sarah?"
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Post by Jean on Nov 22, 2011 16:28:45 GMT 1
"I don't know." Jean admitted, she wasn't sure she even wanted to try. "I have no idea what kind of situation you are in." She remained standing, looking down at Isola.
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Post by Isola on Nov 22, 2011 18:16:47 GMT 1
"Can't your vampire friends help me? They kicked her ass before.."
Isola said with a pleading voice.
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