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and i can see that it's a lie; jean-paul beaubier (northmost) wrote in mutanthaven,
@ 2009-11-03 23:53:00

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jean-paul beaubier, marie-ange colbert

log: jean-paul and marie-ange
summary! Marie-Ange makes a detour to visit Jean-Paul briefly after her morning PT session. Apparently, there was some news that happened while she was in that coma that no one mentioned. Cue some awkward moments.

marie-ange. After being released from the hospital and trapped in a dream with the other residents for a week, Marie-Ange Colbert had been sheepish to return to the hospital for her physical therapy appointment. She felt guilty that she had missed her first week's appointments but the nurses seemed nothing but encouraging when she returned, so she dedicated herself in each session since. There had been considerable improvement in the week she had been back to the hospital and she couldn't wait till the day she could walk around with a cane, and after that, without any help at all.

She was done at the hospital shortly before 11 AM, but she wasn't ready to return to the hotel just yet. On a whim, she asked the person who was driving her back -- today, it was that girl Bea who wore oversized sunglasses to hide her black mark -- if they could make a quick stop so Marie-Ange could visit someone. Bea relented and took Marie-Ange to where Jean-Paul was now living. Marie-Ange had seen him briefly when he was around Paradise after they all woke up, and she had forgotten how good-looking and sincere he was. He had even mustered a smile for her, a rare sight if she had remembered anything about Jean-Paul. So, in an effort to seize the day and enjoy every moment, she wanted to follow up on a hunch. Which is why, after she told Bea she would be back in a minute, she rode the elevator to Jean-Paul's suite, boldly knocked on his door, and waited patiently in her wheelchair.

jean-paul. He was glad that the whole ordeal at the hotel, which apparently involved fairy tales, was over and done. After talking to Tessa, Jean-Paul left the hotel as quickly as possible and spent some quality time in his own apartment, sleeping in his own bed and showering in his own shower. And apparently it was good timing as poltergeists seemed to have made the hotel their home. Sometimes, he was really glad he lived on his own. Sometimes.

By the time Marie-Ange came knocking on his door, Jean-Paul had only been up about an hour, which would explain why he was still in his sleep pants/t-shirt and had a case of moderate bedhead. At least he had brushed his teeth after the Fruity Pebbles he ate for breakfast. When he first heard the knock, he considered not even answering it, but by the second knock he determined that there really wasn't much going television-wise, so the door opened a moment later. "Oh. Marie-Ange." What are you doing here? "I did not expect to see you here," he continued as he switched from English to French.

marie-ange. She smiled warmly once he answered the door, glad that he did so rather than give in to his less-than-social inclinations. "I was on my way home from the hospital and I thought, since your new place was on the way, why not?" She shrugged, her hands folded in her lap. "Is now not a good time?" She eyed his sleepwear, trying not to seem too intrusive given that she had just invited herself over. She knew Jean-Paul valued his privacy, but she had momentarily forgotten that in the spontaneity of the moment.

jean-paul. "No. Now is fine," he answered while he reached back and tried to smooth down some patches of hair that were extra fluffy at the moment. He then stepped to the side while still holding onto the door, indicating that Marie-Ange could come inside his place. "I was just watching some television before..." Well, before nothing really. Today was a lazy day for Jean-Paul. And while it would have been nice to have some notice of this little visit, he wasn't exactly going to say she had to leave. Thank goodness he kept his little home tidy.

marie-ange. She wheeled through his door, glancing around the apartment before turning in her chair to look over at him. "Only television? I can assure you, I am more interesting. I've already been up for hours, in fact. I had a very exciting morning." Not that she was boasting -- Marie-Ange did not boast. If anything, the tone of her voice grew more enthusiastic; she was excited about progress that had been made this past week and this morning. A mischievous thought had already been planted in her mind, but besides that, she was sincere in her excitement.

jean-paul. His place wasn't much, but it was clean and well kept, which was apparently more than how most young men kept their places. "Really?" he inquired as he closed and locked his door, quickly zipping over to where she had stopped. "Why was it exciting?" Unlike most people, Jean-Paul was honestly interested in why her morning was exciting. He had a bit of a soft spot for Marie-Ange since she had been so nice and friendly when he had arrived at the hotel almost two years ago.

marie-ange. Well well, wasn't it nice of him to zip over to her so quickly? "Let me show you," she beamed, pushing herself up from her wheelchair. She was nowhere near the ability to walk without aid of bars or a nurse; however, her standing had improved and she could nearly stand without her legs shaking. Out of her chair, she tentatively let go over the arm rests and stood before her knees faltered. Alright, so maybe they faltered more than they normally would have because she was playing a part. Either way, her legs threatened to give out from under her.

jean-paul. Never mind he zips over to everyone quickly... "That is very -- " He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as he saw her knees begin to falter, completely believing it was because she wasn't strong enough. The thought that she could have been playing it up never crossed his mind, which was why at the second falter, Jean-Paul took the few steps over and caught her as she began to fall. It was awkward and one of his hands may have been a bit to close to her behind, but he honestly did notice that. All he cared about was she hadn't fallen down right in the middle of his place. "That was a good job." At least for the first few seconds.

marie-ange. She had no ill intentions when she came here today. Marie-Ange acted out of curiosity rather than manipulation. If Jean-Paul did not catch her, she would have her answer, surely? And if she fell, she would pick herself back up. She would live if nothing panned out. But when he caught her, she grabbed onto his shoulders to steady herself. Perhaps she had been right to put herself out there? Her eyes scanned his face for a minute, as she dreamed up something clever or memorable to say, but let whatever entered her head go as she leaned forward slowly and planted her lips firmly onto his.

jean-paul. He caught her because he wasn't a complete asshole to just let her fall, possibly embarrassing herself when she was trying to show an accomplishment. However, he couldn't quite understand why she grabbed a hold of him like that. Or why Marie-Ange just didn't sit back down in her chair. And he really didn't understand why she looked at him like that, but when her lips pressed against his, Jean-Paul sure as hell understood what was going on then.

He froze. Probably to Marie-Ange's disappointment, there was no kiss back, no inclination that he wanted this as well. In fact, he pulled back after a few seconds once the initial WTF had worn off and then it was his turn to just stare at her, trying to think of something to say even though the reply here was quite obvious.

marie-ange. Was his reply obvious? Because the only thing obvious to Marie-Ange was that he wasn't kissing her in return. She pouted lightly while disappointment weighed in her gut. "You didn't like it," she said, stating more than asking. She continued to stand, continued to hold onto him, this time to actually help her stand rather than make a move.

jean-paul. This was only a bit awkward, not just because of the kiss, but because he really had no idea how to get out of holding her like this. Dropping her wasn't an option and backing away like she had the plague would have been just as awkward, so Jean-Paul decided to just stay where he was for the time being. "No. Not really," he finally admitted, though he did not look her in the eyes as he said it since he knew where this was going now.

marie-ange. "Oh," she said softly, her accent a little more pronounced. "Oh." That was all he needed to say to get her out of his arms and into her chair. She pushed away gently by reaching back behind her, her fingers brushing the wheelchair before she looked back behind her shoulder and reached back for her chair. She lowered herself down into the seat and looked back up at Jean-Paul after rolling back for some distance.

jean-paul. If anything, he felt bad for diappointing her. Jean-Paul knew all too well how if felt to have things in the romance department not work out and frankly, it was a really shitty feeling. Rejection at its finest. "It is not you," he started since maybe the classic bullshit line would somehow make her feel better, though he knew it probably would not. For once, it was actually true. It was literally him and not her. "I'm gay." Why didn't you tell her, John? You liked to tell everyone else.

marie-ange. She continued to look away when he first start speaking, preparing herself for the classic bullshit line. Thing was, hearing it made no one feel better even if there was an instance where it could honestly be used. However, the last part of that caused her to suddenly look back at him. "Pardon?" ...What? Did she mishear him?

jean-paul. No, she heard him just fine. He really wished she had just gone with that because explaining this to her was about as awkward as explaining it to Jeanne-Marie. "I'm gay. I like men." Please don't need any more explanation than that.

marie-ange. She wrinkled her nose, a trace of indignation in her expression. "I know what gay means, Jean-Paul," she said in French. He didn't have to spell it out for her. It just seemingly came out of nowhere. From what she remembered, when she went in the coma, he had not been gay as far as she knew. It wasn't like he was gay and liked women. She was just surprised. "I am just... surprised." Yeah, she may not be her most articulate right now. She was still digesting the information. But at least she did not look offended, by his gayness or by his rejection.

jean-paul. At her little outburst, he had to figuratively bite his tongue so he wouldn't spit out something that matched her tone of voice. That wouldn't help the situation what so ever. But she had said pardon and he had answered, so Jean-Paul didn't get why she was a little mad there. You women were confusing. "I came out when you were... asleep." In a coma. Actually, that sounded like a nice alternative to having this conversation with her.

marie-ange. Little known fact about Marie-Ange was that, while she was a caring, warm girl, she could have herself a little tantrum. She was an only child, spoiled relentlessly by her grand-mère in an effort to make up for her parents' death. She could be calm and patient, except when she felt like something was slipping out of her hands or out of her control. It took a lot of strength for her to not just wish out loud that she were still asleep. Part of her wanted to demand how long he had known he was gay, but that wouldn't help matters either.

Luckily, Marie-Ange didn't have to come up with anything to say. She was saved by the bell, literally, when her phone rang. It was in the front pocket of her jeans and she stared at the number after pulling it out, having momentarily forgotten she had given Bea her number. She realized it after a second and looked back at Jean-Paul. "Sorry, my ride is waiting downstairs in her car. It's rude of me to keep her waiting," she explained quietly, almost grateful for an escape from this awkward moment.

jean-paul. If she had asked that, it would probably would have made the situation go from awkward to excruciating. Honestly, he hadn't been surprised with this kind of reaction from Jeanne-Marie given her up bringing and religious beliefs. He hadn't really expect a reaction like this from Marie-Ange. After all, she had always been so sweet and nice, but now she wasn't really being either and Jean-Paul didn't like that.

So just like Marie-Ange, he was very glad that the cell phone had rung and she was now excusing herself. While it wouldn't solve the obvious awkwardness that had settled between them, it certainly would make him feel better for the time being. "Of course," he answered before quickly moving past her and opening the door so she could leave. After that, Jean-Paul really had no idea what to say beyond a half-hearted good bye.

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