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Much is the reason the squirrels are hiding (muchnotmulch) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-06-16 01:20:00

Entry tags:

jane bennet, much

Who:Much and Jane.
What: A little randomness.
When:Tonight, eveningish.
Where:The complex stairs.
Warnings TBA

It was gray out, raining a little. Much didn't mind the rain. Actually it felt kind of nice. Normally in the camp it might have put a damper on the mood back home, but being in the forest extreme weather did that. This however, was refreshing. Much needed that. Lately the complex felt as though it were closing in on him. He'd nearly had another stress attack in the kitchen just earlier. He'd been trying to prepare dinner, and felt a wave of dizziness washed over him. He had to grip at the table to keep from stumbling into a clumsy heap. This time however, he didn't say anything. He just felt a need to get out. Get away from the walls and be in the open air. He abandoned his meal and headed for the front of the complex.

He sat on the stairs, his hand stretched out into the rain catching some of the water. That was better. His chest felt less as though they were on fire from strain, his breathing less labored. He took a deep breath and seemed to relax. It wasn't a cold night so he had no sweater, only a new modern look Kenzi had helped him put together. Robin had first introduced him to modern clothing, but Kenzi helped him with a look. It was casual and dark. He wore a forest green colored shirt with a pair of dark jeans. He still felt awkward in modern clothing, but it was easier to blend in that way. Nobody stared, nobody asked him if he was from a Renaissance faire. He was just another face in the crowd.

He wondered just how long these spells were going to last. He didn't want to worry anyone anymore and that seemed to be all he was doing by speaking his mind. Just because I love you doesn't mean I can't hate you too. He couldn't shake those words. Why couldn't he have just stayed quiet? Lowering his hand to his lap, he looked absently at the light fall of rain and let his mind wander.

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nicelyjane
2013-06-16 06:26 pm UTC (link)

Some days it was hard to find the best in some things. With the seemingly never ending threat of vampire attacks at the moment, her baby sister apparently being in love with one-and Jane knew he was an okay guy, she did, but she couldn't help the bundle of fear that he might revert to that alternate version and hurt her sister again. Hadn't Lydia dealt with enough already in this world and their own? Shouldn't her baby sister be allowed a break? Jane hoped the two would work out everything somehow and maybe their chance for love would go well, but one thing Jane did know for sure was that love was definitely a tricky creature. And while you may think someone loves you, it may just be all in your mind and their feelings might not be as strong as you believed. It was a painful lesson to learn and one that had taken her a long time to accept.

She was coming home from work, thankful she'd been given a ride by a coworker to the complex door. She had no intention of walking home alone, not because of the rain, but because she knew vampire attacks had been on the rise. Thanking her coworker, she exited the car and furrowed her brow in worry at the sight she saw on the steps. Something was wrong, that was plain to see. Though she wasn't sure what, but Much had been a good friend to her and a very good friend to Lydia, so she figured it was time she return that friendship.

Silently she sat down beside him, staring out at the water as it splashed onto the ground. "Hello." She wasn't really sure what else to say at that point.

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muchnotmulch
2013-06-17 02:23 am UTC (link)

He hadn't even noticed the car pull up and the familiar red hair get out of it. He'd been so lost in his own world of thought that the world seemed to disappear around him. He hated fighting with Robin. It reminded him of that time in the barn. Djaq had suggested the night of truth game since they were all about to die anyway, Robin refused to talk. It'd made him so angry, just as it had here and now. He said things he regretted just as he did then. The last thing he wanted was for Robin to hate him or think of him that way. Robin was more like his brother than his master, fighting with him broke his heart. He only wanted him to be happy, to have all the things he needed and Much hadn't helped he'd only hurt.

He should have thought of it from Robin's point of view. He knew him better than anyone and he couldn't keep his mouth shut when everyone else around him worried as well. If he was having a hard time, the last thing he would have wanted was everyone to intervene. He should have thought like that. Much had forgotten. Everyone in this place seemed so open, so talkative. Much had forgotten his most important person was different.

Looking up at the figure that sat beside him, he offered her a strained smile. "Hello Jane. You were at work?" He had work too, but lately he'd been considering switching jobs. He liked working with Robin, but that was about all he liked about the job. He was trying to be the usual chatty sort he was, but hiding emotion was never a thing he was good at. Robin was always able to read him like a boo when it came to it. He was a little more worn down than he'd been, his eyes a little less vibrant.

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nicelyjane
2013-06-17 02:59 am UTC (link)

It wasn't hard for Jane to pick up on the signs that something was wrong with Much. She still wasn't sure precisely what to say, not knowing Much as well as her sister did, she wasn't even sure if she had a right to comment on it. But he was hurting, that was very obvious, and she didn't like when people were hurting. So for that she could at least try and help.

"Yes. I had one of my coworkers drive me home." She didn't think she needed to say why she hadn't walked home. The vampire rampage scared the hell out of her and she wasn't going to walk home alone. Not worth the potential attack.

She looked him over once more and continued to frown. "Why are you outside in the rain?"

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muchnotmulch
2013-06-17 03:20 am UTC (link)

On a normal day Much might have told a million people about a fight he'd gotten into, but this was with Robin. It was their business really. He knew he held Robin higher than other people, but he felt he deserved it, and not just because he was his master. Robin had stayed by him through everything, sure he'd caused his share of trouble but they both had. Robin had never left him and that was more than Much could say for most people. He was used to them leaving, getting bored of his prattle and finding a new interest. Robin hadn't. They'd been together since they were children and Much cherished his friendship.

"I'm glad you did not have to walk in the rain." It could be miserable, rainy weather. Living out in the forest taught him that. Any kind of extreme weather was unwelcome living in the open. He was grateful to have a home, even if he was not very fond of it most times. Living alone was still a hard process for him, which was what brought him to the main kitchen that day. He would have rather prepared his food in hopes to see some interesting faces, than nothing and silence in his flat.

"I could not breathe inside." He still avoided the topic of Robin for now. "It made me feel..." he didn't know the word for when things closed in and he just frowned. "bad." That wasn't the word he was looking for but it was as close as he could come.

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nicelyjane
2013-06-17 04:24 am UTC (link)

Jane nodded, still at a loss for how to help. She understood needing to get away when everything seemed to be closing in on you. It was why she'd moved to LA. Being in that house around all of the constant reminders of what might have been and would never be was just too much to handle. Sure, she'd thought maybe if she'd gone out there maybe she'd run into Bing and they could figure things out, but she'd also simply needed to get away just so she could breathe again.

"Oh." She stopped looking at Much and stared back out at the rain hitting the ground. "I like the sound of it though. The rain. When it hits the window or the roof its a nice sound and helps me sleep some. I don't like the thunder and lightning so much, but rain by itself if I'm inside isn't so bad."

Being stranded outside in it could be miserable though, she did know that, and wouldn't wish it on anyone. Not that she'd wish misery on anyone in the first place. "Did it help any?"

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muchnotmulch
2013-06-17 06:40 am UTC (link)

"We should probably go under the over pass. You'll get soaked." He already was, but it made him feel better. However, the last thing he wanted was for Jane to get wet and sick when she'd made an effort not to. He stood up and offered her a hand up as well before he moved closer to the door. Being quiet was strange for him, but he'd already felt like he said too much at Robin, he didn't want to offend Jane again somehow either. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his friends.

"Yeah. This is the first time I've ever been able to do that. It sounds nice when you aren't worried about it flooding your camp." He admitted. When Jane said she didn't like the thunder storms he could only laugh. It wasn't a cruel laughter, but it was there none the less for just a moment before he actually smiled at her. "I thought I was the only one. When we moved into Sherwood I could never sleep when they happened. Robin would stay awake with me a lot." As much as he hated the forest, he liked it better than Kansas many times.

"I can breathe a little better." He admitted with a half hearted shrug.

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nicelyjane
2013-06-18 06:46 pm UTC (link)

She followed him to stand under the over pass, grateful to be out of the rain. At least it was summer. Being wet in the heat of Lawrence wasn't as bad as when it had been freezing and there had been snow on the ground. She still didn't like clothes clinging to her because of the water though. But it was much more endurable than it would have been otherwise.

"I think a lot of people are scared of thunderstorms. It's something we're unable to control. Though others do seem to be fascinated by them." She pursed her lips, contemplating the warring ideas for a moment. "We seem to be a rather peculiar lot." Which wasn't a bad thing. She found it amusing, really.

"Was there anything in particular that was making you feel as though you couldn't?" She almost regretted the question as soon as she asked it, but it was too late to take it back now.

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muchnotmulch
2013-06-22 11:23 pm UTC (link)

Much was used to extreme weather, most of it did not even phase him a little. I was only when thunder storms happened that he wanted to hide and never come out. Thunder storms in the forest were even worse, he didn't understand what Robin found so fascinating about them. To him they felt like monsters, lighting up the trees and causing the animals to look entirely like demons. For him it was not a fun experience.

Neither was sitting outside in that moment. He was still very much struggling to adjust to the modern world. He at times felt as though he was barely keeping his head above water with all the new things that happened every day in Kansas. Things most people thought were common knowledge, Much had to look up on Urban dictionary or use other resources to understand. It was tiring at times. "In the forest it was worse. But my master used to like it. Robin did." He frowned, correcting himself. Robin had told him not to call him master. After all, he was a free man. When they'd returned from the Holy War Robin had given him his freedom for excellent service.

Much had earned it, now he just needed to remember. "We got in a fight." He drummed his fingertips against his knee idly and looked down at his booted feet. "I told him I hated him, but I didn't mean it." He'd been frustrated and didn't know the words otherwise..it really wasn't fair. "I said too much, it was my fault." That was how it went often. He always said too much, or did too much.

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