Rinoa Heartilly (rinoa_hearts) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-09-04 08:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | davy jones, rinoa heartilly |
WHO: Rinoa Heartilly and Davy Jones
WHAT: Pissing each other off!
WHERE: The Hyperion roof
WHEN: The evening after she stays with Sarah and Charlie
RATING/STATUS: PG, COMPLETE
It wasn't too late when Rinoa arrived back from her usual singing gig at the Veranda, but she still felt exhausted as she slipped through the Hyperion lobby and headed upstairs. Tomorrow, she would have to head to the Lux, to hopefully impress the manager enough to give her full time there. It was certainly a much more impressive place than the Veranda, and she needed to make enough to support herself and Angelo. Going back to Jack...she hadn't figured that out yet. So in the meantime, she had to make money.
When she arrived at the room, neither Sarah nor Charlie was present, although Angelo was sleeping soundly on the rug. Rinoa stood in the room a moment, silent in her black dress (slinky, as Crowley had decreed), as the quiet washed over her. And she knew right then that quiet wasn't what she wanted at all.
Leaving Angelo to his puppy dreams, she made her way upstairs as far as she could go, eventually coming to a closed stairway that led up onto the roof. As soon as she attained it, she took a deep breath of the hot Los Angeles air. The noise of the city was muted up here, but it was better than silence. In silence, she didn't have to hear herself think.
Placing her hands on the low wall that circled the roof's edge, Rinoa let her eyes wander over the city. I wonder what he's doing now, the thought came unbidden. I wonder if he misses me at all. Letting out a half-laugh, half-sob, she thought, I bet he misses Angelo.
"Damn you, Jack," she murmured, wiping at yet another tear that threatened. She was so tired of crying. So tired of being so idiotic. She was a grown woman, not some girl who fled from every problem. And yet, that's what she'd done. And still, when she thought of what he said to her, what he told her, she flushed with anger and shame. "Damn you," she whispered. I didn't want to care about you this much.