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Tweak says, "I left my aura there!"

Jenny Schecter (dont_f_withme) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-22 23:40:00

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!complete, day 12, jenny schecter, l lawliet, location: gym

Day 12: 3PM
Who: Jenny Schecter & L Lawliet
What: First meeting
When: Day 12: 3pm
Where: The gym
Rating: TBD, PG for now
Status: Active

Jenny had her nose in the journal as she hobbled along with the makeshift crutches. She was busily scribbling as she made her way, haltingly, back to her cot. It had been a long day since the sun had come up. At least for her it had. So much had happened. So much was going to happen. There was something new happening in the journals too. Some strange person interjecting into her writing. That shouldn't have been happening, it wasn't right.

Sneaking back into the gym was a lot easier than sneaking out. All she had to do was pretend she'd gone for a short, healing walk and was just returning. Returning was always less noticeable than leaving for some reason. No one seemed to think it strange that she was coming back from somewhere unseen. Coming back meant she was going to continue the regimin set out by the doctors to help her legs heal. Why would they stop and question that?

She was so distracted that she wasn't sure where she was going until she bumped into a cot and nearly fell down onto the occupant. The makeshift crutches flew sideways and clattered to the floor beside the cot as she unceremoniously fell to the floor instead. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" she asked the person in the cot.

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inmyownworld
2009-06-25 04:11 pm UTC (link)

It was such a complicated situation, with Laura and Gambit. Laura had said that it was in her nature, to flirt with men, and Gambit certainly qualified. Still, it made him feel better. It comforted him to hear that Laura loved him, and that he was superior, in some way at least, to the man he was worried about. He knew that Laura wasn't stupid... she'd come back to him, and it would be all right.

"We find each other. Two halves..." he murmered. He was starting to slip now, but his thoughts were still coherent. Jenny had not overdosed him. "I remember you. We've known each other for a long time. We never die alone. Even if we're miles apart." he shook his head, frustrated, wishing that it could make as much sense to Jenny as it did to him. It was a bond stronger than love and family and friendship. It was fate, destiny, written.

"Don't be sorry. This is a wonderful thing. We're not alone. Love and death are two stories we share."

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dont_f_withme
2009-06-25 04:30 pm UTC (link)

Jenny scooted closer to the cot so that her legs were beneath it and her chest was right against his arm. Under normal circumstances she wouldn't get that close to a man but she was sure that he wouldn't take it the wrong way or even perhaps feel her closeness if he was near sleep. She let go of his hand in favor of very carefully resting her cheek against his arm, making sure not to touch his wound in any way. It somehow felt right. Strange but right to be close. And it stemmed from more than just her need to be held, reassured, loved.

"Two halves?" she whispered, not looking up at his face but closing her eyes. Yes, that was what she'd felt. It made sense to her now. This was right because they were supposed to be close. She believed what he was saying. The things he was infering made sense to her too. They'd known each other in past lives. They'd found each other.

She wondered if the people behind this insane glass prison would have put them here together if they'd known about this. A pang of fear struck her. After all the deaths there was no way to say there wouldn't be more. What better way to torture people than to use a bond like this to do it? She caught his arm between hers and fairly clung to it then.

"No, we're not alone and I'm not letting anything happen to you. Or me," she said in as reassuring a tone as she could muster. The tears had stopped flowing and she was glad for that. There was a peace settling over her though the more she was this close to him. She hoped he didn't mind the parasite on his arm because she wasn't going anywhere soon unless he asked her to.

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inmyownworld
2009-06-25 04:55 pm UTC (link)

Jenny had little to worry about, when it came to contact and closeness with the almost-sleeping detective. The feeling of peace and safety was mutual, and as far as he was concerned, nothing could be more natural than their proximity to each other. There was no wrong way to take it.

Had L been conscious enough to think of it, he would be fretting about the new danger they faced. If they completed each other on a spiritual level, it was probably safe to say that one wouldn't live long without the other, if they even survived at all. They shared a soul between them, and that meant that there were many new ways to hurt both of them if a person cared to exploit it.

Stay with me. The request was unspoken, but almost certainly understood. This was what two borderline-suicidal, deep individuals needed: a part of themselves to banish the self-hatred they felt, to protect, binding self-preservation and altruism.

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dont_f_withme
2009-06-26 09:19 pm UTC (link)

Jenny wasn't sure what to make of all of this. Not entirely. What she felt and what she knew seemed to be warring against each other. Her lack of ability to define what she felt about L now left her feeling unsettled. The fear that it would be exploited to harm them was even worse. Still, she was exhausted and in her turmoil, being close to him was the most solace she could claim right now. Wasn't it?

Her cheek rested against his arm and she could hear his heart. It was a slow, lovely sound and she wanted to join it. The peaceful, susurration of his life so close and warm. Jenny lifted her head as he seemed to drift. She wasn't sure if he was aware of her now or not as she reached into her pocket for the syringe. She made quick work of filling the syringe from the bottle of morphine. The prick of the needle was so minimal that she barely gasped. Then she thought of the reports of people who had been taken for an experiment. Someone had mentioned being underground.

She withdrew the needle before she could press the plunger. She couldn't leave them down there if she had a change to do something. With so many deaths in such a short amount of time, who knew which of those taken for experimentation would also die. If not all of them.

Brushing a kiss to L's cheek, Jenny struggled to her feet. "I'm sorry, dearest one. I have to go but I promise I will be back. And if I'm not, I am so sorry. I love you. I will find you again." Soundlessly then she turned to leave, hobbling on her makeshift crutches toward the back room where the trap door to the tunnel was secreted.

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