Re: Great Gatsby: Jude/Clem/Shane/Graham
She wasn't up to walking far, that was plenty true, but she wasn't thinking real clear either. She just felt tension building, and her nerves couldn't handle even the littlest bit of tension. She needed herself some quiet, someplace where she wasn't waiting for a fight to start any second. She was already on the stairs by the time Graham followed her in, and she didn't stop when she heard Jude move on past him and to where she was.
"You just let me be. Don't go chasing after me. Just leave me be."
Because, whether it was chasing or not, that's what it felt like to her. She was done for, nerves all gone, and she pulled the bottle of laudanum out of her pocket and unstopped the stopper with fingers that went shaking and trembling. It fell, of course it did, bottle and stopper, the glass shattering and liquid going all over.
She shook her head, and suddenly possessions didn't seem real important. She pulled the mink tighter and reversed, backing down the stairs unsteady. "You just send my things along." She knew this was just like her momma when something went real wrong, but she couldn't curb it, and that made her even more fussed at herself than she already was.
She took a breath, something meant to soothe, but it didn't do a whole lot of anything. Still, she tried, as if the cameras and lights were shining bright in that atrium. "I think we'll walk, Jude. It's a real fine day for it."