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

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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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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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