chasetheflames (chasetheflames) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-01 23:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, 2009-07-02 |
So reel me in my precious girl, c'mon take me home
Who: Adara, Calista, and Jace
Where: The girls' apartment
When: Mid-day, about lunchtime
Why: Because Jace could hardly stay away from this apartment
Following the directions Calista had given him had been something of a challenge. Primarily because rather than street names she preferred to use landmarks, landmarks which consisted of things like "funny mailbox" and "silly shaped rock". Still, the directions couldn't have been too bad considering that he'd arrived there without nearly as much difficulty as he thought he would. He really liked walking through his old streets, not that he'd lived in this particular part of town when he was younger, but it was still Scarlet Oak, his home town. Walking along Quinn had poked his head out of Jace's bag, nose twitching he asked, "This is the house of that sweet girl you so callously treated the other day correct?" With a grumble Jace frowned and replied, "I didn't treat her callously, I just didn't want to be all...clingy. Now shut up or I'm zipping up the bag and you can get comfy with my socks."
The rabbit shot him a look and then stared forward silently. It was impossible arguing with him, Jace knew he'd been something of a jerk and that he really should have called, but what could he do? He just got back here and already he was enamored with the innocent girl that baked him nothing less than a metric ton of delicacies the other day. Still, even Jace wasn't oblivious to the trail of broken hearts he tended to leave behind, it would probably be best for all if he didn't get her involved in something like that. As he thought about how badly he could use a drink, Quinn let out a shrill little squeak to dispel that thought almost immediately.
Heading up to the door with bag in one hand, and a box in the other, he rapped lightly on the door. The box in his right hand contained a cake he'd baked for Calista. She'd gone through all that trouble for him, it was the least he could do...he even refused to let Isaiah help him. This, of course, resulted in a baked good that looked like a horror story. It probably tasted worse than it looked, but it was the first thing Jace had ever attempted to bake in his life and he was proud of it. Refusing to allow himself to think too much about the motives behind his attempt at baking, he stood there and whistled for someone to open the door.