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Fickle
Apr 25, 2011 21:25:29 GMT 1
Post by Balthazar on Apr 25, 2011 21:25:29 GMT 1
Balthazar was actually surprised by Leo's little speech and felt a bit sorry for Isola. He guessed he would have to go into the sun now.
He could see Jean trying to restrain herself and he smirked a bit as he understood why.
Balthazar looked up at Isola as she rose from the sofa. He felt he should follow her, say that he was sorry, but also felt he had troubled her enough.
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Fickle
Apr 25, 2011 21:29:27 GMT 1
Post by Jean on Apr 25, 2011 21:29:27 GMT 1
"You're really crap at dumping people." Jean decided to inform Leo of. "Lucky for you, she seemed to catch the drift anyway." And so she let go of his shoulder.
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Fickle
Apr 25, 2011 21:35:14 GMT 1
Post by Leo on Apr 25, 2011 21:35:14 GMT 1
Leo's jaw dropped a little, but not as much as it should since he at the same time clinched his teeth. This sure was smooth...or...not...or...? At least she got the message...hrm... He wanted to apologize, but what good would that do. Now she was obviously pissed at him and that was probably for the best.
He didn't bother caring about Jean's comment.
"Thanks" he just said ironically and sat down on the coach, scratching the back of his head.
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Fickle
Apr 25, 2011 21:50:26 GMT 1
Post by Isola on Apr 25, 2011 21:50:26 GMT 1
Isola ran out from the bar with tears flowing down her cheeks, making her face striped with the black mascara and eyeliner, to the nearest bus stop. She needed to get back to the apartment and get her things, so that she could get back to her little hideout.
Afterwards Isola planned on getting so drunk, she wouldn't even remember her own name.
Shit! Everything just went straight to hell
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Fickle
Apr 25, 2011 21:52:49 GMT 1
Post by Jean on Apr 25, 2011 21:52:49 GMT 1
Jean looked between the both of them and then finally sighed, a loud frustrated sigh. "So this is how it is. Obviously none of you know where you're standing with each other and it's time you stop wussing out change that. You are discussing this now, neither of you are leaving until you have come to some sort of conclusion." Finding that her bottle had been brought out of her bag, she picked both it and said grocery bag up.
"Baz, you can kill me all you want when you're done and Leo, you can avoid me until hell freezes over. But until then I will be waiting outside to hear what you decide." She said it in a way that made it seem like she was confident that she could make them do this, although it was obvious that she couldn't. Then she stepped outside the room, shut the door with a slam and moved to wait outside the building.
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Fickle
Apr 25, 2011 21:59:22 GMT 1
Post by Balthazar on Apr 25, 2011 21:59:22 GMT 1
Balthazar was speechless and couldn't do anything but just watch as Jean left, and then turned to Leo with a not very pleasant look. He did not look forward to this, and it wasn't the best of time either. Jean was right to do this, but he did not think they would come to any sort of conclusion. Not today, if ever. He was willing to talk, but he had a feeling Leo wasn't. So he waited for his reaction.
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Fickle
Apr 25, 2011 22:18:29 GMT 1
Post by Jean on Apr 25, 2011 22:18:29 GMT 1
Isola was not a lucky girl however, since the nearest bus stop was within sight of the front door which Jean used to step out. As she noticed the crying blonde, she proceeded to go through an ethical dilemma in her head and as much as she didn't want to she soon ended up sitting down next to the girl, reaching her the bottle which Balthazar had already once given her. "It seems you need this more than I do right now."
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Fickle
Apr 25, 2011 22:26:42 GMT 1
Post by Isola on Apr 25, 2011 22:26:42 GMT 1
Isola wiped her tears and looked at Jean and her bottle with scepticism.
"Didn't I say that I don't need your pity?"
She didn't mean to sound so bitchy but she was hurt and really didn't think through the things that came out of her mouth.
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Fickle
Apr 25, 2011 22:33:13 GMT 1
Post by Jean on Apr 25, 2011 22:33:13 GMT 1
"I'm pretty sure pity doesn't come in a bottle." She wasn't going to hold it up to her forever, but she would still offer it to her somewhat longer. "And this is all I have to give, take it or leave it."
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Fickle
Apr 25, 2011 22:37:46 GMT 1
Post by Isola on Apr 25, 2011 22:37:46 GMT 1
Isola received the bottle, but was still skeptical as to why Jean was so kind, so she decided to ask her straight out.
"Why are you so nice to me?"
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Fickle
Apr 25, 2011 22:43:27 GMT 1
Post by Leo on Apr 25, 2011 22:43:27 GMT 1
Leo was a bit puzzled by Jean asking Bazz to kill her, but over all he just sighed. How had he been able to create this mess? He noticed Bazz's face and was a bit puzzled by it as well. What now?
"You can kill me too if you want to" he said without really thinking. Death seemed like a nice resort for the moment...
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Fickle
Apr 25, 2011 22:49:13 GMT 1
Post by Balthazar on Apr 25, 2011 22:49:13 GMT 1
Balthazar held back a sigh, thinking it would only make things worse. Great. He was in that mood. Not a mood he had seen him in a lot, but he had just guessed it wouldn't be long.
"I'm not going to kill anyone."
He simply answered. Did Jean actually think he would talk?
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Fickle
Apr 25, 2011 22:53:56 GMT 1
Post by Jean on Apr 25, 2011 22:53:56 GMT 1
"I didn't know I was being nice." She answered in a flat voice, not exactly loving the situation more now that someone was calling her nice on top of everything else. Nice after pushing Leo into dumping her none the less.
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Fickle
Apr 25, 2011 23:03:14 GMT 1
Post by Isola on Apr 25, 2011 23:03:14 GMT 1
"What would you call it when someone hands you whiskey when you're sad?"
Isola sobbed a little as she was talking, opened the bottle and took a big gulp before handing it over to Jean again.
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Fickle
Apr 25, 2011 23:12:00 GMT 1
Post by Jean on Apr 25, 2011 23:12:00 GMT 1
"Repaying the favor?" She said before giving her the hint of a smile. "Keep it." Jean figured the girl wouldn't want to listen, but she said it anyway. "It's for the best, you know."
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