SL-04

[thatfuckingvase]

[a small sigh as she's typing in a lock.] That time of the year, isn't it?

[Locked from Gant | 50% hackable]

To anybody in our old apartment, Phoenix seems to have found a new one. Top floor of Horton, 510 to 512. Any other friends are welcome to visit, if anybody needs help getting there, I'm headed out now.

Jake, why don't you hurry up and grab your things and we can walk there together. I'm sure Ema's waiting.

Additionally, if anybody does need anything, I'm with the force and would be more than happy to assist.

((ooc; backdated to yesterday, February 19, 2010.))

Comments

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Guess I better start watching what I tell him. Never know what he might write next.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

What did he write?

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Why don't you see for yourself?

[He offers the note.]

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[She reaches over and takes it, opens it, and reads.

Then a light smile--half of a laugh.]

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Seems Billy has an opinion in the matter after all.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

I figured he would.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

'Course...

[He looks back to Lana.]

He doesn't saw who's waiting. Think he means Marylin and Bogie?

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

You were a detective; I'm sure you can figure it out.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[He snorts, but takes on a more serious look.]

Seems your all set on this, aren't you?

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

Both Ema and I would like to have you there.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Seems a bit crowded already, Madonna. You sure you want me there?

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

No, not really, I'm sure you could have your own room, if you wanted.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[He sighs]

...I'll think about it.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[She can only sigh in response.

Have an apathetic look. She's not moving until Jake agrees to come with.]

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[He stares at her.]

Bambina, if you're not going to leave, at least come back to the apartment.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

Is there some reason you don't want to?

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[The question catches him slightly off guard, though he has been expecting it eventually.]

...it's complicated, Madonna. Just think it might be better if I stay away for a bit.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[...]

Jake, what's going on?

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

...nothing.

[He sighs and scuffs his boot across the ground, staring down.]

It's nothing you can do anything about.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

I'd still like to know.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[He looks to the side.]

It's not...

[Sigh]

Nothing I can put in words, Madonna.

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[sigh....

She scotches over and pats the seat beside her.] See if you can find them. I can wait.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Jake gives Lana a look, but takes the seat anyhow, draping his arms around the back of the couch and staring at the ceiling. He doesn't say anything for awhile, but eventually speaks up.]

Madonna. If I promise to move in a week, will you go to the others?

[thatfuckingvase.livejournal.com]

[Lana's leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, but keeping a straight back as usual. She sighs.]

I told you, I'm not leaving until you come, too.

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Jake gave a smile-- though whether it was mirthful or sad wasn't obvious.]

My word doesn't mean anything to you?