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Jolene Regan (jolener) wrote in inpoormerit,
@ 2010-03-17 17:46:00

Entry tags:

cath, cath and jolene, jolene

Who: Jolene and Cathair
Where: Pub
When: Night

After Jolene’s morning adventure was over she begrudgingly went back to her room but only to sleep. When she woke up the sun had gone away. She eventually got to reading her netbook. She felt like a lab rat, paranoid now that there might people watching her and everyone else who was here. As far as she could tell she could do whatever she wanted but leave. Jolene laughed at herself as she started to sing Hotel California as she crawled out of bed and wandered into the bathroom to do bathroom business and then take a shower. While she cleaned up she contemplated running away tomorrow. She read the bit about someone else feeling the wrath but really if she could get away she’d try. Jolene wasn’t going to be controlled with fear tactics and she only knew King so far and if he were hurt in anyway she’d try to make it up to him.

For now though she needed a drink. Out of the shower she got dressed. She threw on a pair of jeans, an olive green shirt, and slipped on her shoes after she put socks on. Jolene thought it was creepy that some of her underwear was here. She was glad she had her undergarments clean ones were good but the fact that someone had gone through her drawers and pulled them out well it freaked her out almost as much as being kidnapped. Not trusting the food in her fridge she chose not to eat anything today. Liquor was what she needed so she was on the hunt. Leaving her strange little room she wandered around until she found a pub. In she went she smiled when she saw there was someone else in there.

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dian_cecht
2010-03-18 03:50 am UTC (link)

He smiled softly at the familiar well wishes. "Limerick, eh?" he mused softly. No he wasn't going to say anything aloud, but he did think it. Although the name sounded familiar in another way. "I'm a book keeper. I used to have a shop in Belfast. Moved to Massachusetts a few months back."

It wasn't as if she was doing anything improper. He just picked up another napkin from the stack nearby. It was almost familiar, sitting in a pub, eating and exchanging pleasantries with someone. So terribly normal.

Unfortunately, the situation wasn't normal at all.

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jolener
2010-03-18 04:01 am UTC (link)

Jolene was desperate for the normalcy and so she wasn't going to think about why they were here. For now she was going to pretend that they were in Ireland all alone in a pub with good food and some pretty damn good whiskey. "Ulster to Belfast you say?" She arched a brow and chuckled. "And then running away to the states are we little IRA boy." Jolene giggled. "I'm only teasing." She looked down at the sink and lower counter on the bar and then climbed up onto it and then onto the top part of the bar and picked up her glass before going for another bite. "I'm a flight attendant," she said with a half full mouth.

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dian_cecht
2010-03-18 04:06 am UTC (link)

After Eden's all too keen observations yesterday, her teasing jest hit home far too hard. The half eaten plate of food suddenly held no appeal anymore. Even though she was teasing, he could never understand how anyone could joke about the war that'd been raging on for centuries. He'd been in the RIRA, he knew what sort of atrocities were committed on both sides of that war. Committed some of them himself.

He tensed noticeably, but didn't say anything about her jest, just took another drink of his whiskey. "That must be interesting work," he mused stiffly. Now he just needed to let it lie and make his escape. If she got suspicious, he'd blame growing up in Derry City during the troubles as a reason for having no sense of humour about the IRA. He wouldn't be the only one.

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jolener
2010-03-18 04:16 am UTC (link)

"It is," she said slowly. She'd have to be blind not to notice how his demeanor had changed. Jolene moved again this time from the counter top onto the stool next to him. She poked him in the side and then messed her hand in his hair. "Lighten up you. I'm not going to let the only Irish man around here get strange on me." Well, he might not be the only Irish man but for now he was. Jolene even went to pat him on the cheek lightly when she was done with his hair.

"I wouldn't call flight attendant a career path but it well it was fun while it lasted." Jolene laughed. "I guess I don't have to worry about money now." She finished off her whiskey and went to pour some more.

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dian_cecht
2010-03-18 04:22 am UTC (link)

Cathair finished his glass of whiskey before he responded, flinching away from her touch. "My mother was walking home from a ladies' meeting at church," he began quietly. "The IRA and UVF decided to have a fire fight on that street at the same time. I was at the library, studying for my entrance exams. I came home to find my father a mess. There's nothing bloody funny about any of that."

Standing, he couldn't bring himself to even look at her. It wasn't her fault he was so damaged because of all of this. Even if he'd not become one of those bastards, stayed with them so long, he couldn't imagine anything funny about it. Maybe before, when it hadn't destroyed so much he and others cared about. "Money's the least of our worries," he agreed grimly. "Now we just have to worry about what these bastards want with us."

And try to figure out how to escape en masse somehow.

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jolener
2010-03-18 04:36 am UTC (link)

Jolene could only stare at him with wide and sad eyes. She wanted to cry for him. There was a slight glaze in her gaze as she frowned lightly and shook her head. She really wasn't expecting that. Jolene sniffled and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn't like that she was crying even if it was short. The combination of sympathy and her own frustrations with being here coupled at that point.

She ran her hands over her face and then patted his now empty stool. "Come on. I won't say anything else about it." If she had to she'd get on her hands and knees to beg him not to go. Jolene really didn't want to be alone.

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dian_cecht
2010-03-18 04:57 am UTC (link)

Cathair winced inwardly. He hadn't meant to make her so upset. None of it was her doing, or her fault. He usually kept himself more in check, hid better. The kidnapping had done a number on his desire to even carry on. He'd been ready to give in to whoever had come for him, to give up the game and just deal with the consequences of his actions once and for all. Eden had dealt him more than just a strong blow to the groin, she'd seen past the lies he told everyone. Now this woman from his own country had made jokes about the very thing that had ruined his life and so many others'.

Right now, drowning his mind in whiskey sounded good. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "You couldn't have known. The whole thing, hit certain places harder than others." He meant for people as well as areas. He moved around the bar and retrieved another bottle of whiskey, opening it and pouring them both another glass. "I can't guarantee I'll be any sort of proper company tonight," he admitted. "But drinking alone's never a good idea." He could at least make certain she got back to her cottage in one piece. It was the least he could do after dumping all of that in her lap.

He knocked back about half the glass and leaned over the bar. "There's a lady author by the same name as you," he recalled now. "Wrote a murder mystery. Good book. Sold rather well." There was no way these people would have taken a celebrity of any sort, right? That was just a bad idea if they were trying to keep the kidnapping's a secret.

It was just idle chitchat for now. Something else to talk about.

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jolener
2010-03-18 05:48 am UTC (link)

Jolene bit her bottom lip and watched him as he moved. She wanted to hug him but he obviously wasn’t going to be up for that. It was a good thing he changed the subject. Normally Jolene was good at levity but she was too stuck on his mother being killed. She offered a soft smile when he filled her glass but didn’t drink nearly as much as him right away.

“I might be that lady author by the same name as she.” She smirked and then downed a good portion of the whiskey. If he was wanted to move on and change the subject she’d go with it. Even though she used her own name for her books the attention always felt strange to her. She liked living in the states because no one knew her there. It wasn’t as if she was some famous writer like Stephen King but people read her book. “Do you like to read? I’ve never been a fan of it. I like when people read to me. I prefer day dreaming actually or talking. Telling stories and hearing them.” Jolene shoved some more food in her mouth to shut herself up.

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dian_cecht
2010-03-18 06:47 am UTC (link)

He wasn't really thing hugging sort anyway. That was letting people closer to him than he allowed. He could appreciate the sentiment though.

Cathair chuckled dryly at her question. "I run a bookshop," he reminded her. "Reading's one of my favorite things. I'm a bibliophile. Put a bunch of words on pages and between two covers and I'll give it at least a look." He took a drink of his whiskey, shrugging. "Listening to stories is almost as good as reading them. I used to listen to the little old ladies who sat in my shop for hours reading to each other." Of course, if he hadn't done that, he'd never have become acquainted with romance literature at all. Wasn't his preference, but it was amusing at least to hear them read that romanticized stuff aloud.

He refilled both their whiskey glasses. "Planning on writing more?" he asked. "I wouldn't mind another novel by you. The last one was pretty good. Those ladies rather liked it as well."

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