Fickle

[Leo]

Leo moved out, shortly after Isola had moved into his apartment and that fight between him and Bazz occured. A week or so had passed, he didn't really count the days, it was all in haze more or less. After the fight he had merely stumbled thru his apartment, collecting some things he wanted, left a note for Isola, saying he was sorry he had to leave. He walked the streets for some hours, but as the sun started to send his first rays across the sky he felt that perhaps it was best to settle somewhere. It felt strange to break into someones apartment since all he wanted was to be alone. Leo then remembered the place they had released Isola from, Sarah's place. It hadn't been locked down yet, though a bum was now residing in it and people had stolen some of the few valuable things that ones had existed there. It didn't matter to Leo however and he quickly got to like the place. The bum's name was Jona and they became friends pretty fast. Though, street smart as he was, Jona didn't stay too long. Leo got back up on his feet again once the bum was gone. He felt well rested and took as his duty to tidy the place up, with some new locks first of all and then some nice paint. This was his place now he declared, and as the land lord came around he didn't seem to care much, as long as Leo could pay the rent. Which was rather high, so Leo started renting out the rooms where Sarah's slaves once had lived. He'd let anyone stay and within a day or two he had some residents. Mostly illegal immigrants and a runaway kid, but he liked them anyways. This was nice, he thought. Like starting over again. And since he had cut his hair pretty short no one seemed to recognize him...or perhaps he never was a person to recognize. He didn't really care anymore, just sat there at the entrance, playing his guitar.

[Isola]

Isola had kept for herself the first few days, partly because she had a lot to think about and she didn't wanted to bother Leo, he seemed uncomfortable just by her presence.
One morning when she woke up there was a note on the coffee table, addressed to her and Isola wasn't at all surprised after she had read it, it just had happened sooner than had expected, she had been down this road before.
No one had cared about her before and why would Leo be any different, he left her just like everyone else.
The big difference this time was that she was a little bit in love with him.
Isola didn't know if her affections was because he had saved her life, teenage-hormones or because she actually liked him, it didn't matter anyway and she didn't blame him for leaving, she knew that she was a mental case and after a while of wallowing in self-pity she dried her tears thinking that it could've been worse, after all she had her health and an apartment
After the first real shower in years, Isola put some eyeliner on and dressed herself in a long gray dress that she had had in her bag and since Leo disappeared, she borrowed one of his jackets that was left behind and went outside to find some food and whiskey.

[Leo]

Leo sat there playing, strumming without any real goal, until he hit something familiar. With a smile he started singing June-the asshole song. The runaway kid came out of his small room and gave Leo a strange stare. The kid was small, freckly, probably a redhead but his hair was dyes black and in stripes, typical freckly emokid.
"Why are you playing that song?" he said with faint curiosity.
"Do I have to have a reason?" Leo answered in the midst of it.
"Most people do..." He said and leaned against a wall, hands in pockets.
"Well I'm not like people, if you haven't noticed" He said and the boy responded with a shrug.
"Okay, I just thought you were sad or something" the kid said and Leo responded with yet another shrug. Maybe he was sad, did i matter? Everything turns to shit sooner or later, might just as well stay down on the bottom and keep from getting dissappointed...he thought and looked out thru the open front door.

[Jean]

She wasn't so sure she was really looking forward to this, but none the less someone had to talk some sense into Leo, and somehow that person had ended up being her. Jean wasn't exactly sure how that had happened, but none the less she was standing outside of his apartment as the sun had set, filling up his stairwell with cigarette smoke and knocking on his door.

Of course it had been about two weeks since she saw him last and no one had really informed her that he had decided to move, so in practice she was now unknowingly about to visit Isola.

[Isola]

Isola had gone back to her hiding down in the subway and got her clothes and some money that she had hidden away, for which she bought food and whiskey.
When she returned to the apartment again, Isola started cleaning all the rooms, dusting, washing clothes and was just finished when she heard someone knocking at the door.
She opened and there was Jean, surrounded by smoke and Isola was so stunned that she couldn't think of a word, just stood there in the doorway and stared, feeling like a complete idiot.

[Jean]

The door wasn't exactly opened by the person she was expecting, but to be honest it wasn't that big a stretch, was it? The girl was cute enough. "Are you going to stare or are you going to let me in?"

[Isola]

"Oh, I'm sorry. Come in."
Isola moved out of Jeans way, so that she could come in the apartment.
"If you're looking for Leo, I don't know where he is."
She sat down in the sofa and sipped on a glas of whiskey that she had poured earlier.

[Jean]

She stepped inside and took a look around, something had changed in there, but she couldn't really put her finger on it. "Ran out on you, did he? Tough shit." Had he redecorated, was that it?

[Isola]

"Nah, I'm used to it, but he was kind enough to let me have his flat."
Isola took another sip and emptied the glass, she got out of the sofa and poured herself another one.
"Want some whiskey too?"
She asked Jean politely.

[Jean]

Why did Leo have whiskey? Wait, what did she say?
"Wait, leave you his flat? What exactly is that supposed to mean?"

[Isola]

"Well, he didn't say that I could have it, but as his roomate I take care of it while his gone.."
Isola suddenly remembered the note that Leo wrote to her, she went and picked it up from drawer and showed it to Jean.

[Jean]

Accepting the piece of paper that she was being reached, she spent a short while reading. "Ass!" She exclaimed in a loud voice. "That guy needs some serious psyciatric help."

[Isola]

"Yeah, but don't we all.."
It wasn't a question but more of a statement, Isola shrugged and smiled.
Since she wasn't really the person to say something about that someone else needed psyciatric help, because she was the person that needed it the most.. probably.

[Jean]

"And he just left his place to you?" She asked as she threw the note onto the closest clear surface. "Tell me you're just bustin' my balls."

[Isola]

"No, not really. He took care of me after you guys saved us from Sarah's bar, the girl Balthazar bit died and Leo said that I could stay with him as long as I wanted to.."
Isola took another sip from the whiskey and continued.
But then HE left, leaving me here and it was either staying here in the apartment or out on the streets again.."