Mary Jane Lowe | Fae (burn_like_stars) wrote in noir_mystere, @ 2017-01-06 22:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, august knight, mary jane lowe |
THREAD: MARY JANE & AUGUST
WHO: Mary Jane Lowe & August Knight
WHEN: January 6th, evening
WHERE: MJ's dorm in Azaria
WHAT: August has some things to say to MJ.
RATING: Who knows.
OPEN: Not so much.
New year, new me. MJ stared at the stereotypical words she'd scribbled in black ink on the blank first page of the handmade journal she had open on her lap. A sigh escaped her lips and she scribbled them out. Who was she kidding? Just because it was a new year did not mean that she was a new person. Mary Jane Lowe was still the same confused dreamer she'd been a few days ago before it was a new year. The same she'd been when she'd just left August Knight with only a letter, her key and the faint scent of rose to remind him she'd ever been there. Another sigh escaped her lips and she flung herself backwards on the bed in her new dorm room at Mystic Veil. It had taken her a few months after leaving August to decide what to do now, but Bambi and Kit had suggested she come here with them that maybe it was time she went after that film degree she always wanted. It had seemed such a good idea and she'd be here with some of her best friends. And technically her cousins went here too. And sure, Kit's brother was there and yeah they'd dated for...well a long time, but they were totally cool now.
Lying back on the bed she stared up at the twinkling lights and was reminded of the lights she'd made August put up in their apartment. It wasn't exactly their apartment, it had started off as a vacation rental on a private beach that he kept extending their stay on. One month. Then it was two months. And it was perfect. She cooked, he wrote, they danced in the moonlight on their beach, swam at midnight and had sex on every surface of that two story loft. The way he looked at her was one of the best feelings she'd ever experienced. August Knight, the most famous pop star on the planet looked at her as if she was everything he'd ever want.
But then the death threats started coming. The dead animals being sent to her. Her friends and family being harassed by his insane fan girls who thought he belonged to them. And his ex girlfriend, the famous model who started to get her blacklisted out of jealousy. One evening their apartment was trashed, the Polaroids she'd taken of them ripped up, her face x'd out, her clothes ripped up, pictures of her family broken. And as if that wasn't enough she'd woken up to find one of them in their little slice of paradise, standing over her with a kitchen knife. And she looked eerily like her. When security had burst in to her screaming, they'd taken her down easily enough. Her name was Naomi. She was obsessed with August and so thought if she looked enough like the girl he was with then he'd love her once she got rid of MJ. It was a week later when MJ left her note and key and left him. MJ wasn't sure if she loved August or just loved the feeling she had around him. Atleast that was what she was telling herself.
A sharp knock at the door had her sitting up staring at the door in horror, as a familiar name called out her name. No....it couldn't be...The blonde slowly got up from her bed and padded in her bare feet over to the door and opened it to revel exactly who it sounded like.
"August?!" she sputtered in surprise as he moved into her room without so much as an explanation. MJ closed the door and turned to face him, suddenly feeling very unprepared and under dressed for seeing him. She had absolutely zero make-up on and her hair was a mess and here he was looking...well like August. Also she wasn't wearing pants.
"What are you doing here August?" she tried again, her over-sized dark sweater slipping off one shoulder. Perhaps she should be more self conscious standing in panties, a sweater and thigh high socks, but it was her room and she wasn't expecting company. And it wasn't like he hadn't already seen every part of her very intimately anyway. And she was naked on the internet. Hazards of modeling.