Oliver Nye, M.D. (primumnonnocere) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2014-03-18 23:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, day: december 08, joelle cretti, oliver nye, player: erin 2, player: mango |
WHO: Oliver Nye and Joelle Cretti
WHEN: Wee hours of the 8th
WHERE: Just outside the teacher apartment building
WHAT: Frands reuniting to commiserate about young people
RATING: Lower
STATUS: Closed/Incomplete
Oliver seemed to attract stubborn people -- or perhaps it was just that only stubborn people had the patience and tenacity to try to look after anyone as stubborn as he was. Anyone else, he probably could have coaxed or bullied into going back to their nice warm bed and leaving him alone, but with Jo it was a lost cause. She wanted to meet him outside, likely to hash out his very unpleasant evening, and he really should have expected her insistence when he'd woken her in the dead of night. He couldn't deny that he really needed to talk, and probably it was that sensible part of him that had made him contact her to begin with.
So, after leaving a note for his children that he was just downstairs and had his phone if they needed him, he made his way downstairs, bundled in a jacket against the December weather. He fished a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket as he went. These were his secret stash, kept absolutely nowhere the kids would find them, and meant only for times of desperate need. Viola having blown up a car while high on ecstasy was certainly cause for some desperation, so he felt justified when he lit up outside the door and took a long drag.
It wasn't like he couldn't fix the damage to his lungs afterwards, if he felt inclined.
He met Jo with wry smile when he caught sight of her. "Good morning."