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Tweak says, "you're my best friend"

Jolene Regan (jolener) wrote in inpoormerit,
@ 2010-03-18 02:16:00

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jolene, jolene and king, king

Who: Jolene and King
Where: King’s
When: Morning

When Jolene woke she was in a panic. The taste in her mouth was awful and she didn’t like feeling disoriented. The first thing she saw was the netbook but she ignored it to jump out of the bed. She rand around the room looking at everything, pulled out drawers, and went to the closet and riffled through everything. Jolene was surprised to see some of her clothing in there. “Fucking hell,” she swore to herself as she spun around and ran to the window. She pulled open the window and stuck her head to get a look around and then pulled back in and slammed the window shut. “What the fucking fuck!” Everything looked so normal. To say the least Jolene was worried.

It was when Jolene had gone into the bathroom to check out what was going on in there that she realized she was still in her work clothes. She had a moment of calm as she looked at herself in the mirror and inspected her body for any sign of trauma and there was none. Forgetting about the netbook Jolene went to the front door to see if she could get out. Slowly she opened it and poked her head out. She felt naked and insecure as she ran away from the room she was in.

None of this made any sense. She slowed her pace and only grew more frustrated as she realized she was alone out here so after about ten minutes of walking and running around she finally gave up on being lost. Jolene stopped in front of a door. She didn’t know who was in there if there was anyone and she didn’t care. She was desperate to see another human being. So with her fists and feet Jolene started to kick and bang on the door “AY! Is there anyone in there?!”

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chasingphantoms
2010-03-29 04:07 am UTC (link)

King had been quietly examining the electronic notebooks all the prisoners had apparently received, tinkering as much as he could with it without actually opening it. Not that he wouldn't have tried to open it to get a look at its inner workings; he just couldn't find an easy way to make that happen without breaking it open. Clearly, this thing was designed to keep information in and let as little as possible out, just like everything else on this damned island. In truth, his examination was more of a ploy to keep him from overanalyzing his strange experiences of the night before. It gave him a completely different problem to focus on kept his mind off the odd things that had been happening to him all day - the strange rearranging of his books and other small items in his room, the presence behind him he'd sworn was there until he looked, the incessant whispers he couldn't quite make out.

As soon as he heard the noise, however, King snapped to attention and sprang immediately to his feet. The voice was female, frantic, and, as far as he could make out, unmistakably real. Upon opening his door, he was relieved that the woman thrashing at his door was, in fact, real. Good. A much more productive problem to help solve. He looked at her with a concern, reaching out one of his strong hands and resting it on her shoulder to steady her, partially in comfort but mostly to encourage her to stop flailing. It was, perhaps, a bit rude to invade her personal space so quickly, but King was so used to outranking everyone around him that it didn't really register, particularly because the gesture was the means to an end. "Shhh. It's all right. You're not alone." It seemed incongruous that such a tall, tough-looking man would speak so soothingly, but, like his original touch, it was more the means to an end than anything else. Women were prone to emotional outbursts, and these were the sorts of tones to use to calm them down.

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