Jacob Hembry (prismane) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-04-06 08:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | jacob, ophelia |
Monday, 4/28/08
Who: Ophelia and Jacob
Where: Jacob's room
When: early Monday morning
What: Ophelia has an urgent request to make of him.
Consciousness took a hold of Ophelia and forced her to open her eyes. Her head pounded, but she ignored it as she sat and grabbed a bottle of whatever next to her. She opened it, sipped at the liquid, and her purple hair fell over her face when she finished tipping her head backwards. Purple hair, someone had waved their hands, said some magic words and turned her hair purple, which Simon liked. Jacob, that was his name! Magical Jacob! Hungover hope was better than no hope at all and she slid off her bed, opening the door. The stone floor was cold underneath her bare feet as she walked quickly to the guys' dormitory and the man in particular's room. She knocked on the door a couple of times, not even sure what time. The door revealed him in only a shirt and boxers, which she didn't really notice.
"I need your help!" she exclaimed. Jacob furrowed his brow in confusion at her and she returned the expression with a wide-eyed, pleading one of her own. "Please can I come in?" He stepped back so she could enter his room and closed the door behind them.
If he had a hundred dollars for each woman who had come into his room in the past week, he'd have a good chunk of money. Now an underage woman dressed only in a shirt and holding a bottle of alcohol was not a good sign and he wondered what the problem was. "What is it?" he asked.
She couldn't say it, the horribleness of it leapt into her throat like bile. "Simon..." Ophelia croaked the word and tears welled in her eyes once more. "They say he's gone. Suddenly. Accident." She started to cry, barely managing to talk. "My best friend... like Aya... I really liked him and her and they're both gone." Was she being punished for being gay? What did she do to make the universe hate her so? She had another swig of booze and just sobbed, standing and swaying, though it hurt to be upright. It hurt so much that she sat on his bed and bent her head, hair falling over her face.
Fuck, that was huge. Jacob lost a friend, but only due to his stupid behavior. He had no idea how to relate on the same level and handling a crying woman was not one of his strong points. "Sorry," he said with a gentle touch to her shoulder. "If there's anything you need..." Except maybe more alcohol. "You should be with your girlfriend. Being alone isn't good."
His words caused Ophelia to sob harder. Mandy. Oh no, Mandy! She cared about her and it might not be long before some kind of accident happened to her. "No, she's next!" Ophelia raised her eyes to look at him tearfully. "The universe is going to kill her once I know I love her a lot! She isn't safe!" She was desperate now and reached out to grab his arm. "Please, please, please. I want to - I need to see Simon again. You can magic him back to life, can't you?" That way she could keep him with her and Cissy would have to visit them instead of the other way around.
No one had ever asked him to bring someone back to life before and Jacob was not sure how to respond to that at first. He had no choice but to upset her, unfortunately, and didn't want to give her the bad news. "I can't," he said. "Beyond my ability even with my sister. Even if someone did the impossible and made him alive again, he wouldn't be the same. He'd be a robot. Not the same Simon you knew. I don't think you want a zombie friend. No one deserves that."
He wasn't able to do it. An inexplicably large amount of anger rose within her and she stood, hazily focused, swinging her fist to hit Jacob's face. "No!" she cried, lowering her fist to hit his chest, but her intoxication caused her aim to be off so she swung at the air. "You fucking bastard!" This time when she tried to hit his stupid face, he grabbed her arm. The suddenness of it startled her and she burst into tears once more. He took the bottle from her, prying it out of her grip and placing it on the desk. She wrenched her arm from him and fell to the ground.
Damn it. He bent down, scooped her from the floor and carried her back to her room. Placing her on her bed, which he guessed was the one with all the drink and candy on it, he cleared it and placed all the stuff on a desk (messy too) as she continued to cry. The girl was in bad shape. What the hell could he do? Suddenly, he had an idea. Her cell phone happened to be on the desk and he picked it up, starting a text to Mandy with the request to come over as soon as possible. That done, he made sure Ophelia was under the blanket before he left her room. They weren't exactly close, or really friends at all, but he had to do something. Having a friend die was much, much worse than falling out with one because there was never the chance that he could be forgiven. Poor girl. Maybe he should send Lyle a text. Maybe.