Savannah James (savannahjames) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-02-16 02:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | jesse, jesse and savannah, savannah |
Sibling Rivalry
Who: Jesse and Savannah
Where: Savannah's Suite
When: Late at Night
After Jesse had spent all of his time since leaving the bar trying to find Samantha and coming up empty, he decided to go back to her room. Maybe she'd gone back at some point, who knew. And if she hadn't, then he and Savannah needed to have a talk anyhow. He didn't know how that talk was going to go, considering he was still angry about the entire situation, but he was feeling a lot less ready to blow his top over it. So...he'd talk to her. See what was going on. Walking up to the room, he hesitated for a moment, then made himself knock. "G an E...either one of you in?"
Savannah felt much better after her chat with CJ. Although she had gone to bed, she still found herself unable to sleep as worry for her twin filtered back into her brain. Even with all of the lights in the suite off, she still could not fall asleep. The sudden sound of a knock at the door made her jump, and the voice filtering through the door made her frown. That was the last voice she wanted to hear... But it sounded as though he hadn't found her either. Sucking up her pride, she rolled out of bed, flipped on the lights, and opened the door. "G's not here. Just me."
Jesse didn't look happy about that, and looked down, then back up and down the hallways before he returned his gaze to her. "I looked everywhere I thought she might be...even some places I thought she might not. I haven't caught any trace of her." he explained, sighing. He reached up to rub at the back of his neck, not sure what to say now. "She didn't leave any kind of message for you? No...I don't know, calls at the...well there isn't a front desk, but you know what I mean. Nothing written or...anything?"
"No," Savannah responded, a little defensively. She couldn't help it. She was still upset over the verbal beating she had taken earlier. "Don't you think that's the first thing I checked? Do you want to see the pile of notes I left for her all day?" Savannah lifted a hand to her head, as though she were forming a headache. After a moment, she exhaled. This was stupid. They were fighting. Again. Even if he had started it, there was no reason to continue it. Throwing open the door, she began to march back towards the bedroom. "I'm going to get dressed, and then we can go totally to security, okay?"
"...I actually already stopped by there..." Jesse said, following her into the room. "They said it's a big ship, and basically we can't properly report her missing til later. For now she's just been gone all day. Until she's been actually missing for longer, they can't do anything. Something about not panicking people or...who the fuck knows. If she was a minor we could have it announced that she was gone, but she's not. So...we're fucked on that end."
"How much later?" Savannah declared, whirling on him. "The last time I saw her was at like 10:30! And I know I was so back by noon!" The fact that she was going to see a boy -- a very cute boy -- hadn't seemed to overly bother Samantha. And they'd had plans to go to the spa later, and do all sorts of things! How could she have just disappeared without a word?
Jesse gave Savannah a Look. "You know, you weren't even worried about her until I started talking about it, I'm finding it really unfair for you to decide to be catty to me after I went out and actually looked, and you stayed here." he said. "So simmer down, ET." he told her, and surprisingly, his voice was actually gentler than the words might have been another time. "Someone's I think got to be missing for twenty four hours or something...so tomorrow morning."
The look she gave him was downright nasty in return, as if she could kill him with that look alone. Wordlessly, she disappeared into the bedroom to grab her cell phone off the night-stand. For the fourth time that day, she was sending her sister a text message to ask where she had gone and when she'd be back. It wasn't as though she hadn't wondered -- she just hadn't been panicked. But, now that Jesse had been kind enough to point out to her that it would be her fault if something happened to their sister... Message completed, she snapped the phone shut and sat a moment, then poked her head back through the door to ask, "Are you still here?"
"...if you're going to continue to behave less maturely than my seven year old, not for long." Jesse said, heading for the door. He didn't need this on top of Samantha's going poof. Especially when all he'd done was tell Savannah what he thought. he still stood by it, even if he knew he could have said it better. Didn't change the fact that she was being a selfish, self centered nitwith at the moment. So, if she wanted to throw an absolute tempertantrum, fine, but that didn't mean he had to take it, either. "Goodnight, Savannah." he said, wondering if he shouldn't just leave a note on the outside of the door for Samantha...he'd as Savannah to have her call him but didn't actually think his sister would do that at this point in time.
That hadn't exactly been what she wanted. She had wanted him to yell at her again, so she could call him a jerk and get him to apologize for his behavior. But, suddenly, he was being the mature one, and that made her face twist into a pouty scowl. With a sigh, she stepped into the livingroom. "Jesus, Jesse!" Those words expressed her frustration perfectly. "I'm pissed off, okay? You totally yelled at me -- in front of everyone! For no reason at all!" Such horrible things, too... "You think I'm going to just freaking smile and let you talk down to me like that? Who the hell do you think you are?"
He looked back at her, and just stared. "....talk down to you? If I was talking down to you, I would have been takling to you like you're an idiot. I know you're not. And it wasn't for no reason at all, Savannah--I had a point, if you don't want to see it, or you don't want to take any responsibility for your own actions, then that's your issue, not mine, but I'm not going to sit back and cater to it either. We're here because we wanted to help Samantha. You helped convince me of this in the first place, it wasn't even my idea. And you just..." he broke off, drawing in a deep breath, and letting it out slowly. "I don't get it. I don't get you, or how you're behaving, and I frankly right now am way too tired to try. And get over it, yelled at you in front of everyone, grow up. No one cares. And if you hadn't done what you did in the first place, there wouldn't have been yelling at all. You said in there that it wasn't like I'd been spending time with her--I spent the entire first day with her. Y'know, yesterday. I got her up, I got her out of the room, I took her anywhere she wanted to go...so don't tell me that I've been doing nothing here, Savannah. That isn't fair. When I was off doing that, you were off..." he made a gesture towards her wrist. "Buying your bracelet. And talking to your internet friends, or...whatever it was you were talking about." Again, he wasn't actually shouting, he didn't have any more shouting in him tonight. "I don't know what you want to do here. I'm probably going to go look around for her again...just in case I missed her. You do...whatever you want."
And Savannah stared right back at him, her stomach twisting into knots. If something happened to Samantha now, there would be no question in her mind that it would be her fault. Part of her still wanted to stand up for herself, to tell him that Samantha was supposed to wait for her, not wander off and never come back. But most of her common sense was so easily crushed by his words and by his logic, by the very idea that he saw her as someone so terrible... She closed her eyes a moment, turning her face away from him. How easily she cried... After a second, she opened them, and there was renewed defiance boiling there. "Fine," she snapped, then said it again. "Fine!" She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Go on. I'll just stay right here and wait. And then, oh, let's see, I'll totally ruin my life too, because I obviously don't have the right to have any friends or have fun at all while I'm here." She blinked again, swallowed, and spun on her heels. "Just go crawl back in your hole or something, would you?" Her voice cracked. She was not going to let him see her cry again. "I'll text you if she comes back."
Jesse listened, and his head started to pound. Oh for fucks sake... he thought, but didn't say. "Savannah--can you cut the dramatics for five minutes? No one said you had to...jesus are you really likening being here for Samantha like we wanted to be in the first place as 'totally ruining your life'? That's insane. A few days of possibly having fun with her when you go out would not kill you or ruin your life. That's what we're here for in the first place, and you would be a hell of a lot better at getting her into situations and places than I would. She's more comfortable around you. She doesn't ask you if you plan to just randomly ditch her." ...or maybe Samantha did, he didn't know for sure, but his perception of the twins was that they were solid, far more solid than that would dictate. "I never said you can't have any fun, just...don't run off and forget entirely why we're here. Which so far you've done. I get you're pissed at me, that's...that's fine, you can be pissed at me. Just so long as you remember we're here for Samantha. She needs us right now, ET. We both know it. I really can't do this by myself. You're her rock, okay? You've always been there, so just...be there now. Focus on her for a few days." It shouldn't be that much to ask since it was your plan to begin with. "...I'll be going to crawl back into my hole now." he said, pointing towards the door over his shoulder. "Thanks for texting when she gets back."
Savannah spun back around to face her brother. "How the hell do you know what I've done, Jesse? I left for two hours. Two hours! If she'd been waiting like she said or if she would freaking text me back, do you really think I would have spent the entire day with some whorish cheerleader and some really messed up schizoid?" Probably. But Samantha would have been with them, so her point held, to her mind. "What the hell was I supposed to do?" That was the part she didn't understand. Had she known Samantha was going to be gone for the rest of the day, she might have tried to find her earlier...but, if Samantha wanted to hide, the absolute worst thing to do would be to drag her out. That would be no fun for any of them.
"...I know because you told me when we were sitting at the bar...." Jesse reminded her. "Savannah, we're getting nowhere here, okay? I don't really want to fight anymore. How about this. If you've got things to scream at me about? Get it out right now. Free shot." he said, holding up his hands and he motioned towards himself. "Go ahead."
What? Savannah stared at him. Was he completely insane or just that wrapped up in his own little world. "You're the one who totally started this, in case you forgot." He obviously had. After all, he had been the one to start calling her names. All she had wanted was a drink and some fun, but nooooo... "You're an asshole, Jesse James. And I'm not going to let you suck me into your twisted mindgames. I totally should have never asked for your help to start with." Half-under her breath, she added, "And he calls me self-centered."
Jesse had never thought of his sister as delusional before, but after tonight, he wondered. In a serious, really-worried-about-her way. But, he didn't say anything. He stood there, let her say her piece, and then just nodded after he was sure she was done. "G'night, Sis." he said. He'd told her she got her free shot, so, he wasn't saying anything back to it. He was true to his word, at least. He turned, and headed towards the door, figuring he'd be spending most of his night looking for Samantha, trying to figure out where she went. That, and counting down hours til he could report her missing and not be blown off for it like he was an insane person.
Savannah watched him beat his retreat in sulking silence. God, she hated him so much! How was him yelling at her her fault? If her most recent boyfriend hadn't had a similar outlook, she probably would have just quietly accepted it. With Sam (said boyfriend), it had taken her three months to finally dump his ass. The only reason she had put up with it at all was because he was supposed to be The One, just like Jesse was supposed to be The Protective Brother. But she was upset and frustrated with everything and at everyone, and she wasn't going to just let people yell at her anymore! That was what she told herself, anyway, she she brushed aside the flowery curtains and returned to bed. Samantha was going to get more than an earful when she showed up... This was all her fault for wandering off to begin with!