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thisavrou_log2016-05-03 10:20 pm
gentlemenpreferblondes) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-05-03 10:20 pm
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looks like a girl but she's a flame
Who: J and the people of Moira!
When: 5/2 - 5/8
Where: Mostly J's room at Mero Deck.
What: Catch all for J's post resurge + cryo-time!
Warnings: Talk/mentions of character death, violence, depressive behaviour
OPEN - 5/3 - 5/8
The following days were covered in a thick, dreamlike yet numbing haze. Days were either agonisingly long and slow or then confusingly short and quick, either way it was difficult to take a grasp of them as the daytime and night melted into together. J spent most of the time in bed, swaying between the state of sleep and awake. There's moments when she gets up, sits in front of her make up table and starts to prepare her face but never gets too far before giving up and moving back to the bed.
Leaving the room became more seldom for her as the days went by and soon the only time she actually could force herself to go out was when she couldn't ignore the hunger any longer. It wasn't exactly the fear that made her stay inside the four walls (even though it definitely lingered in the air each time she opens the door) but rather suffocating feeling of frustration. She's frustrated and angry with herself for feeling so helpless and lost, for not being able to break through the mute spell the same way she had done many years ago.
Of course, her current situation is nothing like the one she had back in the orphanage and there's no need for her to isolate herself like this. It's not like she had completely lost her ability to communicate, after all she still could write and send messages with her MID. On top of that, there's two jobs waiting for her to return and she actually did feel little bad for leaving Miles to deal with bar all by himself. But still, none of that was enough to silence the voice in her mind that's constantly telling her not to bother.
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When: 5/2 - 5/8
Where: Mostly J's room at Mero Deck.
What: Catch all for J's post resurge + cryo-time!
Warnings: Talk/mentions of character death, violence, depressive behaviour
OPEN - 5/3 - 5/8
The following days were covered in a thick, dreamlike yet numbing haze. Days were either agonisingly long and slow or then confusingly short and quick, either way it was difficult to take a grasp of them as the daytime and night melted into together. J spent most of the time in bed, swaying between the state of sleep and awake. There's moments when she gets up, sits in front of her make up table and starts to prepare her face but never gets too far before giving up and moving back to the bed.
Leaving the room became more seldom for her as the days went by and soon the only time she actually could force herself to go out was when she couldn't ignore the hunger any longer. It wasn't exactly the fear that made her stay inside the four walls (even though it definitely lingered in the air each time she opens the door) but rather suffocating feeling of frustration. She's frustrated and angry with herself for feeling so helpless and lost, for not being able to break through the mute spell the same way she had done many years ago.
Of course, her current situation is nothing like the one she had back in the orphanage and there's no need for her to isolate herself like this. It's not like she had completely lost her ability to communicate, after all she still could write and send messages with her MID. On top of that, there's two jobs waiting for her to return and she actually did feel little bad for leaving Miles to deal with bar all by himself. But still, none of that was enough to silence the voice in her mind that's constantly telling her not to bother.
(will match either to prose or action tags!)
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When he doesn't pull away from her, opening his arms with acceptance, J responds by placing more of her weight on him. She leans in closer and dives into his awkward embrace, desperately taking all the comfort that she could get.
J keeps them standing still in the hallway while silently crying against his shoulder and neck, the only sound being the choked breaths between her sobs as she tries to keep breathing in middle of her breakdown, until she eventually runs out of tears.]
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when she finally seems like she's run herself down, he awkwardly pats her on the back in comfort. he hopes he's not fucking this up. ]
Let's, ah...let's find somewhere to sit down, shall we?
[ he has a feeling J doesn't really want to carry on in the hallway where someone else could walk in on the scene. ]
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She looks like a mess with red eyes and face smeared in mixture of tears, saliva and snot -- some of it having spread over his uniform too. Letting go of him she brings both of her hands to her face and starts wiping the mess on her sleeves.]
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miles sits J down on the bed and whisks off to retrieve some tissues, offering her one with his brows knit in concern. ]
Just...take your time. You're alright here.