Janet Wilson wears the black velvet band (littlewilson) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-10-13 21:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | kermit the frog, pretty colleen |
Who: Jimmy and Janet
What: Comfort and misunderstandings.
Where: Jim’s apartment
When: After this
Warnings: Epic amounts of awkwardness.
After leaving the car, Janet made her way into the apartment. She knew better than to walk too quickly; that would raise suspicion. She kept her movements fluid and natural, the work of an excellent actress. On the outside, she was calm. On the inside, she was screaming.
Seeing her brother again was, she could accept, a good thing. Finding out that he was an insane clown with face scars was, really, not such a good thing. She knew better than to impose values on Gabe/Joker/Bozo. She knew better than to complain. This was how he was now, and this was how things would be. She could accept that. But right now, after being manhandled, yanked around, punched, threatened with rape, and stuffed in a body bag - that had been used to bag bodies - she wasn’t in an “accept everyone and hold hands” kind of mood.
Just as she had outside, she climbed the stairs with measured steps. She didn’t rush, she didn’t hurry. She just took the stairs one at a time, right foot in front of the left. Just like normal. Just like everything was okay. When she reached her floor, she kept her breaths as even as possible. Her heart was already starting to race, as if it had only just figured out what all had gone on over the last hour. As she headed towards her apartment at the end of the hall, she passed Jimmy’s door. At first, she passed it casually.
After a few steps, though, she paused. Backed up. Turned.
It wasn’t until then that she realized her hands were starting to shake at her sides. Gulping, she reached up to her left cheek, smoothing her fingers over it. She could feel a bit of swelling already, imagining the very slight discoloration that was starting. Closing her eyes, she let out a slow breath. She shouldn’t stop. She should keep going to put on an icepack and hope that she could keep the swelling down and discoloration at a minimum so it could all be covered with makeup. But there was something in her that wanted to knock on that door. Jimmy had gone to her after the bank robbery. Didn’t that mean she could go to him after this?
After a few moments of debating, she stepped up to the door and knocked on it firmly. She had to wait a few seconds before realizing that she wasn’t about to run.