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Tweak says, "mispellings hurt me >:("

James Potter (foureyedwonder) wrote in indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-09-18 01:00:00

Entry tags:

!complete, 2032 09, balthazar blake, jaime davies, james potter

RP: Just Watching TV
Characters: James, Balthazar, open
Time/Date: Afternoon, 9/17
Location: Lobby
Warnings/Rating: Probably none
Summary: James and Balthazar angst about the same girl without really realizing it.
Status: Open, ongoing

While it had taken a while for him to come around to the idea, James had finally accepted that they had all been kidnapped and brought to this strange Muggle place with strange Muggle technology and strange Muggle experiments. There were all kinds of people here, and he'd met a few of them, but for the most part he was content to just... explore.

He'd gotten his wand back, finally, but it had come at a price that he had discovered the next day when he'd flicked on his Muggle network device thing and discovered that Lily had been taken.

He'd kind of... not known how to handle it. Still didn't know, in fact, and it wasn't like there was much he could say about it. They hadn't been dating yet, though he'd thought she'd been close to agreeing to, at least. Sirius didn't seem to care one way or the other whether Lily was around or not, and got bored when James angsted over it. So he'd... decided to do his angsting elsewhere, under the guise of continuing to explore the Muggle technology.

Like the black box that showed different pictures when you pointed it's little black wand at it. He'd been flicking through channels, looking for something interesting when an older bloke had wandered in. Not someone he'd met before, but James was hardly surprised by that. He waited for some indication of how long the other bloke had been here - if he was new, there was the typical awkward looking away or awkward questions that he couldn't really answer. If he'd been here long, James would be asked if he was new. So far, James had only really encountered the two dances.

When the man did neither, merely gestured to an empty seat in silent request to sit down, James sort of nodded his head, and took a better look. The bloke looked beat, like he hadn't been sleeping well or something, eyes dark and hair tangled. He seemed to be fiddling with a rather obnoxious looking ring on his finger.

"You want to..." James started uncomfortably, starting to hand over the remote.

The man shook his head, holding up a hand to stop him. "I just needed to be free of my room for a while. It's too easy to get lost in memories there."

James nodded, though he didn't really understand. "Thinking of home?"

The man shook his head. "In a way, I suppose," he said bitterly. "I'm thinking of those who went home."

"Ah," James said, wry smirk crossing his face. "That gives us something in common. One of them a... friend of yours?"

"Suppose... you could say that," the man replied. "Lily Evans."

James raised an eyebrow curiously, but nodded and said nothing further. He had the sudden strong suspicion that he... really didn't want to know anything more than that. "Well, let me know if... you want the box," he said before he turned his attention back to flipping through the channels, and trying not to think too hard about how this man might know Lily, based on how his expression had shifted when he's said her name.

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finder
2010-09-18 05:20 am UTC (link)

Jaime was a lot of things today, but super pleased wasn't one of them. Lotteries ... didn't end well. The last lottery had ended in reavers, and there'd been an ammo dump just before that. This lottery was an unknown, and there were candles. So were they anticipating a power outage or a lot of really bad smells people were going to want to burn candles to cover?

Or were the candles just some sort of decoy? She didn't know. Or really care. She, however, was interested in transporting a lot of candles from the hardware store into the hotel. If Lily had been here still --

But those were bad thoughts. Lily was gone, and they were slowly but surely filling in the gaps. Not well, and not without some extreme angst, and more than a few tears (at least, there had been the first day, on her part, which she'd done her best to keep from Mal), but they were slowly adjusting to life without Lily and the others.

With a backpack full of candles, Jaime started back through the lobby, though she paused when she caught sight of someone familiar. She did manage a little smile, but she wasn't exactly oblivious to what he and Lily had been up to; Lily talked, after all. "Hey," she greeted Balthazar before she really saw James. Or recognized him for who he was. "How're you holding up?" she asked as she shifted to slip the backpack off. Candles were heavy and she wasn't going to stand there wearing it while they chatted.

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foureyedwonder
2010-09-18 06:00 am UTC (link)

James looked up when Jaime spoke, his eyes drifting to her curiously. Now this one he was pretty sure had been here a while - he recognized her from the network in a distance sort of way. She was the type who would look at him and ask, "New?" in either that sympathetic tone or...

... she... wasn't even talking to him.

James scowled faintly before turning his attention back to the TV. Fine then. He'd just keep cycling through these random programs.

Balthazar took a bit longer to realize that he was being spoken to, but he did look up eventually. "Oh," he said finally, his lips curling into an unpleasant frown. "Well enough, I suppose. It is nice to have what little magic back that our captors have so generously offered," he sighed mildly, spinning his ring again before he forced himself to stop. "And... you? How are you holding up?"

He imagined that it was probably difficult for her as well, losing Lily. He knew they had gotten quite close in their mutual leadership of this place.